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Part 2.5: A Side Story Author’s Note: The following is a side story that takes place four years prior to the beginning of part one.   This side story focuses more on Lilith’s character and her first encounter with Hawk. After her conversation with Hawk that had left her feeling emotionally shattered, Lilith was escorted back to the campsite by the other girls, whereupon she climbed into her makeshift tent, and eventually cried herself to sleep.  As she slept she began to dream about her past and her first encounter with Hawk. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………................................................................................................. Lilith was an unusual child, even amongst the various succubi clans that made up her village.  For starters, she was the biproduct of a love affair between a succubus and human.  Succubi and incubi, much like humans of the era, tended to mate for life.   The only difference being that succubi and incubi were allowed to have relations with as many members of different species as they liked.  However, there was one rule that had to always be followed.  Under no circumstance could a succubus give birth to a child whose father was not an incubus.  As it was of the utmost importance to keep the succubus/incubus bloodline pure, any mixed-blood offspring born in the village was to be executed.  The only relief from such a fate would be if the mix-blood offspring had been born somewhere else and that it could be proven.  Knowing full well the potential danger her unborn child could face, Lilith’s mother was still determined to bring her offspring into the world. Despite much criticism from her people, Lilith’s mother decided to make the human father her lifetime partner and for a time they were happy.  As the pregnancy progressed, the couple made plans to leave the village so that their baby would not be executed.  However, the baby came earlier than expected.  Days after the baby was born, the village elders and a group of armed villagers came to take the baby away.  Pleading for the baby to be spared, the father attempted to make a deal.  In exchange for his baby girl being allowed to live, he would die in her place so that no other mix-blood succubus or incubus could be born.  As the village chief was the grandfather of the child, the deal was accepted and the father was imprisoned to await execution.  As the day of his execution arrived, the entire village gathered in the square to watch his beheading.  Before the execution could start, the village chief said to the man, “Regardless of you being a human, you make my daughter happy and thus I will offer to spare your life if you do one thing.  Allow us to execute that monstrosity of a child in your place.” The man simply laughed.  “You may have sired a child, but you know nothing of what it means to be a father.  If it means that my child will live, I would gladly die a million deaths but I’m afraid I only have one life.” “Here you are about to die and your telling me that you have no regrets?” asked the village chief. “That’s not entirely true,” responded the man.  “I regret that my wife will be a widow at such a young age and that my daughter will have to grow up without a father.”  As the man looked at his wife and baby girl he said, “By the way that child is not a monstrosity.  Her name is Lilith and she will bring about change, just you wait and see.”  As he uttered these final words, the axe came down. With her lover gone, Lilith’s mother was left to raise the baby all alone.  This task was made even more difficult as her own people began to ostracize her.  As Lilith grew older, she too would have to deal with being ostracized by the other children and villagers.  Every day, she had to deal with people telling her that she didn’t belong, that she wouldn’t amount to anything, and that she should die.  Even her grandfather, the village chief, verbally abused her.  Lilith angry with how she and her mother were treated, responded by getting into fights and pulling pranks.  This only served to further isolate her from the village but she didn’t care so long as her mother was on her side.  However, when Lilith turned eight, her mother became very sick.  While the disease was curable, the cure was expensive and there was nobody willing to help out.  In the end, Lilith was forced to watch her mother die a slow and agonizing death. Following her mother’s death, she was sent to live with her grandfather who made it a habit of hitting her every time she did something bad or something he didn’t like.  By the time she was ten, she had had enough.  One night she decided to run away, taking with her nothing but a bag with a couple pairs of clothes, a few days’ worth of food, and the little money she had hidden away since her mother’s passing.  Over the next two years she moved from village to village, stealing what she needed to survive.  On her twelfth birthday, she made a mistake that would change her life forever.  While she was pickpocketing people during a major festival in the country’s capital, she made the mistake of pickpocketing a fat slob of a lord and got caught.  “What have we here?” said the lord, grabbing Lilith’s hands to prevent her from escaping. “I’m sorry,” said Lilith.  “I’ll return everything I stole, just please let go of me.” “That’s not good enough,” replied the lord.  He looked her over and a wicked smile came over his face.  “Now that I get a good look at you, I see that you would fetch a hefty profit.  Be a good girl and come quietly before things get ugly.”  As he tried to take her away, Lilith bit his hand causing him to let go.  “YOU LITTLE BITCH!” the lord screamed as blood began running down his hand.  He then slapped her with enough force to knock her to the ground.  He then beckoned for his hired guards who had been standing mere feet away to restrain the girl and take her by force if necessary. As the guards inched towards her a mysterious hooded man wrapped in a cloak stood in front of them and said, “Forgive this child.  From the looks of her she was only stealing so that she could have enough to eat.  Surely you have enough money to spare but a few coins.” “This girl is a thief, nothing more than gutter trash,” spat the lord.  “Now get out of the way or I’ll have you thrown in jail.”  When the hooded man did not move, the lord ordered the guards to capture the both of them.  As the guards drew their swords and advanced, the hooded man lifted his cloak and unlatched his sword from his belt.  Without unsheathing his sword, the man began dispatching each of the guards.  The first he took down with a single blow to the chest and the second was downed by blow to the gut.  The third guard swung his sword just barley missing the hooded man's head.  In so doing, the third guard created an opening for the hooded man to dart behind him and smash the hilt of his sheathed sword into the back of the third guard's head.  The third guard crumpled to the ground.  The fight was over in mere seconds.   “Who are you?” asked the lord, now visibly shaking, the crotch of his pants growing darker by the second. “I am a knight and as knight it is my duty to protect the innocent from scum like you.  Now get out of here while I’m still inclined to show you mercy,” said the knight as he began to slowly unsheathe his sword.  The lord backed away before taking off at full speed down the busy streets of the festival, leaving only a urine trail behind him.  “Are you okay?” asked the knight as he turned to Lilith.  When she didn’t respond he asked her, “Do you have a place to stay?”  Lilith shook her head.  “Alright then, come with me.  I know a safe place where you can stay,” he said lending her a hand.  Lilith looked at the hand cautiously.  Sensing that this supposed knight had no malintent, she grabbed his hand and allowed him to take through the town. Lilith was shocked by the strange man’s generosity as he bought her something to eat and new clothes to replace her tattered ones.  “Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked.  “I don’t have any money or goods to trade so there is no reason to help me out.” The man simply laughed at this.  “Do I need really need a reason to help you out?  Don’t you think it’s possible that I’m doing this out of the goodness of my heart?”  Lilith stared at him, unconvinced by his words.  “Alright, alright.  The truth is that you remind me a lot of my son and daughter back home.  They’re both about your age.  Being a knight means that I don’t get to see them very often so every time I see a person that reminds me of them, I get the strong urge to help them out.” “So, knights help people even if they are complete strangers,” said Lilith to herself.  Never once had she received such kindness from anyone other than her mother so she found it hard to believe that people like this truly existed.  “If a knight’s job is to help people who are in trouble, then I want to become one as well,” declared Lilith. “I’m sorry to tell you kid but becoming a knight is not an easy thing to do,” said the man.  “It takes years of training as well as passing an exam that only a few knights pass each year.” “I’ll do whatever it takes to become a knight, no matter how long it takes or what I have to go through,” declared Lilith. The man laughed as he ruffled Lilith’s hair. “Now that’s the fighting spirit.  If you’re really serious about this, then I will take you to a place where you can begin your training immediately.”  Lilith nodded her head, her eyes glowing with excitement.  True to his word, the knight took her to the house of an old friend who would become her instructor.  “I must take my leave now,” said the knight. As the knight began walking away, Lilith cried out, “Wait a minute! You never told me your name.” “It's Falcon,” yelled the man.  At that moment Lilith decided that she would work hard to become a knight worthy of Falcon’s respect. “I swear I’ll become a knight and make you proud of me,” she screamed. “I’m looking forward to it,” replied Falcon before disappearing from sight. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………........................................................................................................ Six years passed and at the age of eighteen Lilith was finally qualified to take the final exam required to become a knight.  Each year those who had completed their training gathered at the capital to participate in a competition to prove their skills.  Candidates were put in groups of three and were judged on stamina, bravery, fighting ability, and more.  While hundreds of candidates would enter each year, only a handful would be selected to become knights.  As she and her team entered the coliseum located on the palace grounds of the capital, she became extremely nervous, but as the competition progressed, she became more and more at home. During each round of the competition, scores of knights were eliminated either because they failed to win the challenges or because they dropped out.  As the final round came to a close, only three teams remained.  All that there was left to do was for the panel of knights acting as judges to decide whether to pass anyone on the three remaining teams.  Lilith noticed that one of the teams seemed a little out of the ordinary.  It consisted of a tall male archer, a female elf who was practically a master with a spear, and a short girl who had easily taken down candidates almost twice her size, using nothing but a pair of large gauntlets.  This team was special because they had passed every challenge with flying colors and were sure to be selected to become knights.  She couldn’t help but feel envious. Suddenly, the booming voice of one of the judges brought her back to reality.  “While all three teams were good this year, it has come to our attention that the kingdom has almost more knights than it needs.  Thus, this year only one team will be allowed to become knights.  We will have the results tomorrow so make sure you get plenty of rest.” Lilith’s heart dropped.  She knew her team was nowhere near good enough to be selected to become knights.  In fact, they had the lowest scores out of the three remaining teams.  She watched as the number one team left, her eyes burning with envy.  It was then that she suddenly remembered the rules of the competition.  ·         Rule 1: Candidates must participate in a group of three.  If one member is disqualified or leaves, the entire team is disqualified ·         Rule 2: Candidates must abide by the six sacred oaths of the knights: bravery, honesty, loyalty, honor, justice, and self-sacrifice.  ·         Rule #3:  Should an individual violate any of these six oaths, their whole team will be disqualified. It was in that instant that she decided that she would do whatever it took to make sure that her team was chosen.  She noticed the tall man on the top team leave.  Lilith suddenly came up with an idea.  If she could blackmail him into abandoning the competition, her team would have a better chance of winning.  Now that she had her plan, it was time to put it into motion. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….......................................................................................................... Two hours after the teams were dismissed, Lilith managed to track down her target.  Her target was in the room provided him, alone and resting.  She knocked on his door and within a minute of her knock, the man answered.  “What can I do for you?" asked the man, still groggy from his nap. “Hi, my name is Lilith and I’m on one of the remaining teams,” said Lilith.  “I just came by to congratulate you on making it to the final judgement.” “Thanks, I guess,” said the man.  He watched as Lilith stood there and stared at him to the point that he became a little uncomfortable.  “You look like you have more to say.  Do you want to come in?” “If you insist,” said Lilith as she checked phase one of her plan.  “By the way, I didn’t catch your name.” “It’s Charles, but my teammates and my father call me Hawk because of my good eye sight,” the man said.  Lilith chuckled when she heard the nickname.  “I wish you wouldn’t laugh.  I understand how lame it sounds, so much so that I really hope it doesn’t stick.” “Oh, come on,” she said.  “I think it’s cute.  And from seeing you in action during the archery round I can see why they call you that.  If you want to talk about lame nicknames, my teammates call me Lily and I absolutely hate it.” “I guess we have something in common then,” he said laughing.  “Since you’re here, would you like something to drink.” “A cup of water sounds heavenly if you don’t mind,” replied Lilith.  As Hawk turned his back to her to pour her some water from the pitcher on his table, Lilith began to strip.  “You know I’ve been watching you for some time now Hawk and I think you’re very talented.  With as good looking as you are, I bet you have to beat the girls off with a stick.” Hawk laughed as he said, “If only that were the truth.  The thing is that I’ve never been all that good at anything other than archery and when it comes to talking with girls I get nervous and freeze up.” “That can’t possibly be true,” said Lilith in a more flirtatious tone.  “You seemed pretty chummy with your two female teammates.  Let me take guess.  The small one looks sort of like you so I’m guessing she’s your sister while the elf girl you seem to have goo-goo eyes for must be your girlfriend.” “Well you’re right on the first count but totally wrong on the second,” said Hawk, his voice cracking a bit.  “Lizzy and I are just really good friends from childhood.” “I see,” said Lilith.  “Well if that’s the case then I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I take you for myself.” “I guess she wouldn’t,” said Hawk.  Suddenly the gravity of what Lilith just said donned on him. “Hold on a sec, what did you just say?”  As Hawk turned around he dropped the cup of water upon seeing the naked girl standing in front of him.  “What the hell are you doing?” asked an extremely confused Hawk as he grabbed a pillow to cover his now throbbing groin. “Isn’t it obvious Hawk?” asked Lilith seductively.  She began walking towards him, biting her lower lip and looking him over with an intense hunger in her eyes.  “I want you to make a woman out of me,” she said as she pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him.  Lilith then grabbed Hawk’s shirt and tore it open, simultaneously running her fingers on his rugged chest.  She then turned her attention to the pillow he was holding.  “This simply won’t do,” she declared as she yanked the pillow away from him and threw it to the floor.  She then began running her hands along his crotch.  “Oh my, it seems like someone’s gotten pretty stiff.” “Please stop, this isn’t right” said Hawk both very confused and very turned on. “Don’t be such a baby,” said Lilith.  “You’re a man.  Act like it.” And with that she pressed her mouth against his lips and practically forced her tongue into his mouth.  As soon as Hawk began struggling, Lilith backed off a little.  “Well if a kiss is not enough to satisfy you, maybe I should do something that Lizzy girl won’t.”  She grabbed hold of Hawks pants and tried to pull them down, but Hawk was ready for her and was able to keep her from pulling them down. “Fine,” she said growing frustrated with Hawk’s resistance to her advances.  “I guess I’ll just have to do it over your clothes then.  She proceeded to move her body down Hawks, until her giant bosom was directly above his crotch.  Grabbing Hawk’s still clothed crotch, she placed it between her bountiful bosom and began massaging it between her breasts.  As she did it she found herself getting more and more excited, almost to the point of forgetting why she was there in the first place. Hawk couldn’t help but moan, his willpower beginning to weaken.  Using his last bit of willpower, he forced himself into a sitting postion and pried her off.  “I don’t know why you’re doing this but you need to stop right now.” A little hurt at having had her advances rejected, Lilith became angry.  “You know Hawk, I really wish it didn’t have to be this way but you give me no choice.  Here’s the deal, you’re going to drop out of the competition, or I’ll tell your little crush that you invited me into your room under false pretenses and tried to rape me.” “Go ahead,” said Hawk in defiance.  “Lizzy knows I would never do a thing like that.” “Maybe you’re right,” said Lilith now majorly ticked off.  “But the judges don’t know that.”  Lilith smirked as she waited to see the sign of defeat on Hawk’s face. Instead of a look of defeat Hawk continued to stare her in the eyes, his resolve unwavering.  “I see now. You couldn’t win by honest means so now you’re trying to win by cheating.  How pathetic.  As I was watching you during thr competition I thought you had what it takes to become a knight, but now that I see your true colors it’s clear to see how wrong I was.  You could never be a knight.” His stare began to remind her of the stares of all those who had called her a monster.  In that moment, she could hear their voices taunting her, telling her that she would never amount to anything and that she should have never been born.  Lilith raised her hands to her ears and in a desperate attempt to drown out the voices she began screaming, “SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!!!”  As she got up and put her clothes back on she screamed, “This isn’t over.  I’ll make you pay.”  Before she left she grabbed a pair of Hawk’s pants that were lying on the floor and took them with her to help corroborate her story. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………........................................................................................................ Lilith hardly slept that night as she thought about what Hawk had said.  Then she began to think of the man who had helped her all those years ago and how disappointed he would be if knew what she had tried to do.  As she lay on the bed, she placed her arms over eyes and began to cry, something she had not done since the day her mom died.  The next morning Lilith, still a bit delirious from lack of sleep began to pace around the palace lake, contemplating her next move.  Suddenly she heard the sound of rustling grass behind her and saw a familiar hooded figure.  “Are you still going to cheat?  If you are, then I have to say that you’re the poorest excuse for a knight’s candidate I’ve ever seen.  You don’t even deserve to call yourself a knight.”  The words felt like daggers piercing her heart, each one weakening her even more.  “I honestly thought you had potential but I can see I was wrong.” “Stop please,” cried Lilith trying to block out the words that she knew were true.  As the figure walked towards her, she began trembling in fear.  “Stay back.”  But the figure kept moving towards her. “I’m so sorry,” she pleaded.  “Becoming a knight is all I ever wanted.” “And you’d cheat to get it? How pathetic,” said the hooded figure walking ever closer.  Finally, her fear got the best of her as a loud whizzing sound filled the air.  She looked down and watched as her once clean brown pants became darker.  Her piss stream was so heavy that a thick waterfall of golden fluid began leaking from her pants into the grass below.  She could feel the warmth running down her legs and into her boots.  Lilith desperately yanked her pants down, allowing her piss stream to shoot forward a couple feet infront of her, just missing the figure’s feet. She became overwhelmed by emotions and began crying. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she sobbed.  “I won’t cheat, I’ll win the honest way just like I promised you I would.  Please forgive me Falcon.”  She closed her eyes and began desperately trying to wipe her tears from her eyes. Suddenly the figure wrapped his arms around her, ignoring the fact that Lilith’s stream was now dousing the front of his pants.  “It’s alright now.  Everything is going to be alright.”  As Lilith, opened her eyes, she saw the man standing before her was not Falcon.  “Everything is going to be alright now,” said Hawk as he rubbed her back. “Why are you trying to comfort me,” asked Lilith as she chocked on her tears. “It’s because the man you are asking for forgiveness from is my father,” said Hawk.  “I remember him telling me and my sister about a young girl he had met who despite having been tormented her entire life still wanted to become a knight in order to help people.  You’re that girl, aren’t you?”  Lilith nodded her head.  “I’m sorry to tell you this but Falcon died in battle roughly five years ago." Lilith wrapped her arms around Hawk and squeezed him tight.  “He can’t be gone, he can’t be,” she said sobbing into Hawks shoulder.  “I finally had a purpose.  I was going to become a knight like no other and make him proud of me.  What do I do now?” “My father always told me, when one dream ends find a new one,” said Hawk.  “No life is truly ever without purpose.”  As Hawk let go of her, he realized that they were both completely soaked in piss.  Before he could say anything he heard the chime of the palace’s bell tower signaling that the final judgement was about to begin.  “Shit, there’s no time to change.”  Suddenly Hawk had an idea.  He picked up Lilith and said, “You’ll thank me for this later.” Before Lilith could respond, Hawk threw her into the lake before jumping in himself. “Why did you do that!” screamed Lilith.  As she lifted herself out of the water and pulled her pants up she realized that he had done it so that nobody would be able to tell what happened.  “Thank you,” she said as she helped Hawk up.  They ran for the coliseum, just barely making it in time.  When asked about what had happened, Hawk merely said that they had been sparring at the lake and had fallen in. In the end, Hawk’s team was chosen to become the next round of knights.  As the teams parted ways, Hawk caught up to Lilith and said, “Since my father is not here to give you his forgiveness, I wanted do it in his stead.  I forgive you Lilith and in all honesty with a little more effort I think you will have the makings of a great knight.” “Thank you,” said Lilith, a little teary-eyed.  “What are you guys gonna do now?” “I was thinking that we might start a guild,” replied Hawk.  “Once you become a knight, and if you wouldn’t mind tagging along with a guy like me, maybe you could join our guild.”  By this point Hawk’s face was red and he couldn’t meet her gaze. “I’d like that,” said Lilith, blushing and twirling a strand of her hair.  As Hawk and his team set off on their own adventure, Lilith called out, “One of these days I’ll become a knight that you can be proud of!” “I’m looking forward to it,” said Hawk as he disappeared from sight. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………........................................................................................................ Lilith suddenly jolted straight up, a cold sweat running down her body.  She felt something wet running down her cheeks and thought to herself, “How can I make you proud now?”  As she left the tent she saw a shadow moving across the grass and as she looked into the sky she saw a falcon fly by.  Like magic the sight of the falcon gave her an answer. With one arm she wiped away her tears and with the other she reached out to the sky as if she could actually touch the bird. “No matter how bad things get, I’ll keep moving forward and make you proud of me.  Both of you.”
Part 3 Roughly three hours had passed since Hawk stormed off following the river incident, and he had still not returned.  It was around this time that all three girls were becoming anxious.  “Do you think Hawk plans on coming back?  Do you think maybe something bad happened to him?” asked Lilith wondering if the other girls were thinking the same thing. “Hawk’s a big boy, I’m sure he’s fine,” said Lisa trying not to show her concern for her brother.  “Never the less I think I’ll go look for him,” said Lizzy as she grabbed a small pouch and her staff.  “While I’m gone one of you should fix dinner since it’s getting to be around that time.”  And with that Lizzy set off for the woods, praying that Hawk was where she thought he might be. As soon as Lizzy left, Lilith said, “Maybe I should go with her.  At least this way maybe I could try to talk things out with him.” “Honestly, I think that would make things worse,” said Lisa.  “I have only seen Hawk that angry a handful of times and each time it was Lizzy who was the one to calm him down.  We need to at least give her a chance to calm him down without any interference.”  As Lisa said that, Lilith could tell that the whole situation made her very uncomfortable. “Are you honestly okay with Lizzy being the one to comfort him?” asked Lilith.  Lilith then stared deep into Lisa’s eyes. “Of course I am.  Hawk’s my brother and I want him to go back to his usual self no matter what it takes or who comforts him.” As Lisa said it, her gaze shifted away from Lilith’s. “Just for the record, we succubi are pretty good at reading body language and we can use a form of hypnosis to drag out a person’s true thoughts and feelings.  I already know you’re lying so why don’t you just tell me the truth already.  Seeing Lizzy be the one to comfort Hawk irritates you, doesn’t it?”  Lilith kept staring at Lisa with her know-it-all smile.  “Admit it, you’re jealous.” “Your damn right I am!” she screamed as she began to crack under Lilith’s hypnotic gaze.  “Ever since we were kids every single damn time Hawk had a problem, he ran to her instead of me.  Siblings are supposed to support each other right, so then why the hell doesn’t he trust me to support him?” Tears began forming in the corners of her eyes.  “Why is it that she always gets to help him while I have to sit back and watch from the sidelines?” “Interesting,” said Lilith as she looked Lisa over.  “I never would have thought that you felt this way all this time considering how friendly you are with Lizzy and how you always seem to support Hawk's pursuit of her.  But I still get the feeling that you’re not saying everything you want to say.  It’s just us so there is no need to hold back.  Tell me what you’re really feeling.  Why do you want to support Hawk so bad?” “Because I love him,” replied Lisa tears now running down her cheeks. “Well its natural to love one’s sibling and to want to be the one to support them when there suffering,” said Lilith.  “I’m just surprised your this emotional about this.  Are you still hiding something?” Lisa couldn’t bear to look at Lilith any longer nor could she bear to answer any more questions.  “The love I feel for my brother is not familial love but romantic love,” she blurted. Lisa’s revelation shocked Lilith down to her very core.  Lilith got up and began pacing, trying to digest what she had just heard.  Never in her life had she been at such a loss for words.  “I get that humans sometimes marry their relatives or siblings in order to keep a bloodline going but you two are twins!  What in the world could you possibly be thinking?” “Look, it’s not like I want to be in love with my own brother, I just am,” Lisa said, ashamed that she had finally been forced to admit the truth.  “I get how disgusting that may seem, which is why I never told anybody.  I thought that if I just kept it a secret and encouraged Hawk’s relationship with Lizzy, maybe just maybe I could move on.  But now as they’re getting closer, I find it harder and harder not to hate Lizzy for the fact that she is the one Hawk is in love with instead of me.”  As Lisa took a few deep breaths to calm herself, she finally came back to her senses.  “Please don’t tell anyone about this, especially Hawk.” “Don’t worry, I won’t say a thing,” said Lilith, still disturbed by Lisa’s revelation.  She desperately racked her brain for a change of subject.  “Let’s just forget this happened and start cooking dinner.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. While Lisa and Lilith were busy preparing dinner, Hawk was sitting in a clearing, miles away from camp.  As he lay in the grass looking up at the clouds in the sky, he couldn’t help thinking that maybe he had been a little too harsh with Lilith.  “You haven’t changed a bit,” said a voice behind him.  Suddenly Lizzy plopped down on the grass beside him. “How did you find me?” he asked as he sat up. “I just figured that you’d be here,” said Lizzy.  “I mean you always used to come to this place when you were upset about something.  Although I guess you haven’t been here since the day your father died.” “Can we please not talk about that?” said Hawk, not wanting to look at Lizzy.  “It brings back too many painful memories.” “You know that you can’t keep running away from those memories,” said Lizzy sternly.  “But I guess I can change the subject for now.  Don’t you think you were a little hard on Lilith?” Hawk looked at Lizzy and asked, “How much do you know about what went down?” “Not much,” responded Lizzy.  “I do know that Lilith stole your clothes and pushed you into the part of the river where Lisa and I were bathing although I don’t know the reason why.  I’m sure it was just a prank that got out of hand.  I honestly don’t think that what she did warranted you ending your friendship with her and telling her that she was going to get kicked out of the guild.” “You just don’t get it, do you?” said Hawk angrily.  “It’s because you and Lisa go easy on her all the time that she thinks that she can do whatever she wants without consequences.  Well I’m sorry to say this but that is not how the real-world works.  Lilith needs to learn that her actions have consequences.” “So, you’re telling me that we should just abandon her all because of some stupid prank?” snapped Lizzy.  “What the hell is going on with you?  The Hawk I know would never do something like that.  Something’s bugging you, isn’t it?”  Hawk simply turned his head away, unwilling to answer her question.  “Fine.  You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want but you shouldn’t take out your frustrations on others.” Listening to Lizzy’s words, Hawk knew she was right but his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit it.  “I still don’t think I was in the wrong when I said what I said.” Suddenly Lizzy got up off the grass and stood right in front of him.  “Get up you sack of shit.  You and I are going to settle this with a little sparring match, just like the old days,” she said throwing down a large branch she had picked up in the forest just in case it came down to this. “I’m not going to fight you,” said Hawk.  “I will not apologize as I have done nothing to apologize for.”  As he got up, he turned his back and began to walk away.  Suddenly he felt a sharp stinging sensation across his back, causing him to fall to the ground.  As he turned over he saw that Lizzy was standing behind him with her staff in her hand, readying herself for another attack.  Hawk knew that he had no chance of winning against her in this sort of combat.  Lizzy was a pro when it came to fighting with staffs, so much so that in the hundred times or so he had gone up against her like this, he had only won once. Lizzy looked at Hawk and knew exactly what he was thinking.  “I bet you’re thinking about the only time you ever beat me when we were sparring with staffs.  If I recall correctly it was the spring before your father died.  On that particular day, he tried to motivate you by having us make a bet where he set the stakes.  If I won, I could make you do anything I wanted for an entire day, but if you won I would have to kiss you on the cheek.  All either of us had to do was to pin the other to the ground or get them to admit defeat.  Unfortunately, I didn’t take the match serious enough and lost.  To make matters worse, when I went to give you your prize, you moved and I ended up kissing you on the lips.  You claimed it was an accident, but it was still humiliating to have had my first kiss end like that.  So now is my chance to make you pay for that and what you did to Lilith.” “You’re still angry about that?” asked an amused Hawk.  “I can’t say I understand why.  As I recall, that kiss was more of a headbutt than anything else.”  He watched as Lizzy’s angry expression turned to embarrassment for a few brief seconds.  “Fine.  I’ll spar with you if we use the same stakes as we did that day.  Except this time when I win, you will kiss me on the lips like you mean it.”  Hawk picked up the branch and got into his fighting stance.  He knew that the only way he would have a chance at winning this would be if he could get Lizzy to lower her guard long enough for him to disarm her. “Don’t make me laugh,” replied Lizzy.  “We both know that despite being the son of a master swordsman like Falcon, you suck at every form of combat besides archery and fist fighting.  When you lose I’ll make you forgive Lilith and apologize to her for the things you said.” “Bring it,” said Hawk as he charged at her and took a swing with his make-shift staff.  Of course, this was a huge mistake on his part as it left him wide open for attack.  Lizzy was able to easily dodge Hawk’s swing and countered by first hitting him in the gut with the butt of her staff and then using the staff to sweep him off his feet.  As Hawk hit the ground, he had a split second to roll to the side, just in time to avoid what would have been a finishing blow from Lizzy as she tried to bring her staff down on his chest.  He sprung to his feet.  “That was a close one, but you’re going to have to do better than that.”  Hawk once again launched himself at Lizzy but this time he kept his guard up, forcing her to go on the defensive. “You’ve gotten a lot better since the last time we sparred like this,” said Lizzy as she began to retreat from Hawk’s attacks.  What she didn’t notice was that he was pushing her towards the top of a large hill where it would be harder for her to escape. As soon as Hawk had Lizzy where he wanted her, it was time to even the playing field.  “Hey Lizzy, I have a question for you.  When I win, how much tongue would you like in your kiss?”  Lizzy’s face went beat red as she froze up.  Sensing her guard was down, Hawk took one final swing and was able to send Lizzy’s staff flying into the air.  As it landed behind him, he held the end of his make-shift staff towards Lizzy and said, “It looks like I win.”  Suddenly as Lizzy took a step back she lost her footing and went over the edge of the hill.  Hawk dropped his staff and dove after her, all the while praying that he could break her fall. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. While Hawk and Lizzy were beginning their sparring match, Lisa and Lilith were busy finishing up meal preparation.  “Dinner is almost ready.  Would you mind going to find those two?”  Lilith asked Lisa. “Why are you asking me to do that?” replied Lisa.  “This area is huge.  They could be anywhere by now.” “Well does Hawk have a special place he likes to go to when he’s up here?” asked Lilith.  “If he does, I bet that he and Lizzy are probably there right now.” Lisa thought hard for moment before realizing she knew exactly where they might be.  “Alright, I’ll go find them.” And with that she took off at full speed in the direction of the clearing where she and her brother would sometimes train with their father when he would bring them out here for training. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As Lizzy opened her eyes and lifted her head it took her a moment to digest the fact that not only had she just been disarmed by Hawk but that she had also fallen down a large hill to boot.  Suddenly she realized that Hawk was nowhere in sight.  “Hawk, where are you?” she screamed becoming worried. “Mmmfff, mmmff,” came a sound from underneath her.  Lizzy looked down and realized that not only was she laying on top of Hawk but that he was suffocating under the weight of her bountiful bosom.  As she rolled off him, Hawk shot up and said, “Oh my God.  I thought I was going to suffocate down there.” “I’m so sorry,” said Lizzy as she stood up.  Just as she took a step back, she felt both her legs give out on her and she began to fall backwards.  Hawk shot to his feet in an attempt to try to grab her before she fell, only to lose his balance as well and fall on top of her.  As Lizzy looked up at him she said, “Well I guess you can claim your prize now.” Hawk blushed in embarrassment as he said, “But technically you pinned me down first meaning that you are the winner.” “That only happened because you threw yourself underneath me when we fell down the hill so that I wouldn’t get hurt.  You won the minute you disarmed me,” replied Lizzy her face becoming just as red as Hawk’s.  “Just kiss me already so we can get it over with.”  Lizzy closed her eyes and puckered up in anticipation for Hawk to claim his reward. “If that is what you want,” replied.  While this was a big chance for him, Hawk ultimately decided that he would try to hold himself back.  He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers for a few seconds before pulling himself back.  “There.  I have claimed my reward.” Lizzy opened her eyes and stared at him in disbelief.  “You call that a kiss?  That was pathetic.  If you’re going to do it you need to do it right.”  Before Hawk could respond, Lizzy grabbed Hawk and pulled him into a passionate kiss.  At first Hawk thought about resisting but in the end he found himself unable to pull away.  Even though the kiss felt like it was going on for eternity, it really only lasted a few seconds.  As Lizzy pulled away, she couldn’t help but stare into Hawk’s gentle eyes. “Lizzy, there is something that I’ve always wanted to tell you,” confessed Hawk.  “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time trying to find the right words to say it and now I think I finally know how.” “What is it Hawk?” asked Lizzy, her heart beating so wildly that she was afraid that Hawk might actually hear it. “The truth is…the truth is that…I love…,” but before Hawk could finish his confession, he heard yelling coming from the top of the hill. “Hey you two, Lilith says that dinner is almost ready and that we should all get back before the food gets cold,” yelled Lisa.  In reality, Lisa had just happened to witness the whole kissing exchange and in a fit of jealous rage had decided to intervene before her brother could confess to Lizzy.  “Quit playing around you to,” she called, “we really need to get back.” “Alright,” yelled Hawk as he got off Lizzy.  “Why don’t you start making your way back? We’ll be close behind you.”  Lisa could tell from the look in Hawk’s eyes and through his body movements that he was mad that his own sister had cockblocked him just as he was finally about to make some progress. “Okay,” replied Lisa.  “But you two better hurry up.”  And with that, she turned around and ran off back towards camp, embarrassed that she had let her emotions get the best of her thus ruining a chance for her beloved brother to find some happiness. As soon as Lisa was gone, Hawk offered to help Lizzy off the ground.  “We should probably get going.”  Lizzy took Hawk’s hand and as she tried to stand up her legs went out on her again.  “What’s wrong?” asked a concerned Hawk. “I don’t know,” replied Lizzy.  “It’s like my legs have turned to butter.  I can’t stand up.” “It must be a side effect from the snake bite,” said Hawk.  “Lilith did say that the snake bite wasn’t deadly to us, but I guess she forgot to mention that the snake’s poison still has side effects.”  Hawk turned his back to her and leaned down.  “Get on my back.  I’ll carry you back to camp.  As much as I hate to say it, Lilith is probably the only person who knows what to do.” “Okay,” said Lizzy as she climbed onto his back.  Once she was safely on, Hawk stood up and began making his way up the hill.  “By the way Hawk, what were you going to say back there before we were interrupted?” “Um, I was just going to say that I’ve always loved sparring with you and that we should do it more often.”  As soon as the words came out of his mouth he knew that he had just cockblocked himself yet again, just as he had done since the day he had fallen in love with her so many years ago. “Oh,” said Lizzy, trying her best not to sound disappointed.  “I love sparring with you too.”  The next few moments that followed were of awkward silence.  Suddenly Lizzy began squirming a bit.  “I know this might seem like a bad time but I really need go,” whined Lizzy. “Just hold on a second,” said Hawk as he looked for a place to set her down.  He eventually found a rotted log and set her down.  “Um, I’ll just be over there if you need me,” he said trying to give her some privacy. “Don’t leave,” said Lizzy as she grabbed the back of Hawk’s shirt.  “My legs aren’t strong enough for me to squat and I sure as hell am not going to sit on this log or in the dirt and allow God knows what to climb all over me.”  Hawk paused for a moment to think of an alternative.  Without warning, he picked up Lizzy and then sat down on the log while simultaneously sitting her on his lap.  “What the hell are you doing?” cried an embarrassed Lizzy. “I’m solving your problem,” replied Hawk, “this way you don’t have to worry about having anything crawl on you.”  Realizing that it was the best option available, Lizzy decided to go along with it.  As she began to reach for her pants, she noticed that her hands were trembling to the point that she couldn’t get a good grip, likely a result of her snake bite.  In desperation, she asked, “Hawk, my hands are shaking so bad that I can’t pull my pants down.  Could you pull them down for me?”  Lizzy had never been so embarrassed.  However, Hawk did as she asked and pulled down her pants.  Luckily for Lizzy, she wasn’t wearing underwear as the ones she had been previously wearing earlier in the day had been soiled and she had not had another pair to put on when she was putting on her clothes following the river incident.  Fearing that she might accidentally pee on Hawk, she decided she would have to have him do something extremely embarrassing.  Her hands still shaking she grabbed both of Hawk’s hands and guided them to her pussy.  She then essentially told him that if he didn’t want to accidentally get pissed on again that he would need to spread her labia with his fingers to make the stream shoot farther.  Hawk did as he was told.  Within less than a minute, Lizzy was shooting a golden jet high up into the air.  The two watched as it crash-landed almost four feet away from them. “Wow,” said Hawk at a loss for words.  He never knew that it was possible for a girl to piss like that and he couldn’t help but find himself being turned on by the sight.  In fact, he didn’t realize that it was causing him to grow stiff until Lizzy asked if he would mind moving his dagger to the side because it was poking her.  In his embarrassment, he had to tell her that he didn’t have his dagger on him which made things all the more awkward.  As Lizzy finished up she asked Hawk if he had anything she could wipe with.  He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief that he often used as sweat rag for his face.  Unable to do it herself due to her still shaky hands, Lizzy had Hawk wipe for her.  He took his time, gently wiping each drop of urine from her pussy and thighs.  Lizzy couldn’t help but moan as Hawk touched her sensitive areas with the cloth.  When he was done, he helped her pull her pants back up and without really thinking, shoved the now soiled cloth back into his pants.  As he got out from underneath her, he noticed that she was sniffling a little.  “Is something wrong?” asked a somewhat oblivious Hawk. “It’s just that I don’t understand why all these embarrassing situations keep happening to me,” whined Lizzy, just a bit teary eyed.  “Why can’t they happen to someone else for a change?”  Feeling sorry for her, Hawk began to rack his brain for how he could make things even between them.  Suddenly an idea hit him.  As Hawk stood next to her, he proceeded to pull down his pants, once again exposing himself in front of her.  Lizzy’s face went bright red as she asked him just what he thought he was doing. Hawk simply looked at her and said, “I’m trying to make us even.”  Lizzy gave him a confused look, forcing Hawk to elaborate further.  “As I understand it, I have seen you pee on three different occasions today which I understand can be embarrassing for a girl.  So, in an attempt to make us even I will now pee in front you.  Now watch and be amazed as I perform a trick for you.”  And watch Lizzy did as Hawk began peeing his name into the dirt. “That’s amazing,” said a slightly excited Lizzy.  “Guys are so lucky.  Do you think that maybe I could try it too?” “I don’t see why not,” he said, “I mean I’ve never seen a girl do it before but I’m sure it can be done.”  Without warning, Lizzy grabbed hold of Hawk’s dick, her hands still shaking.  The shock of the action almost caused Hawk to lose control, forcing him to pinch off his stream.  “When you asked when you could try it I didn’t think that that was what you meant!” Lizzy’s face couldn’t get any redder.  “I’m so sorry.  I should have been clearer with what I meant.  I’ll let go now.” Before she could let go Hawk said, “Don’t bother.  If you really want to try it, they I guess I wouldn’t mind lending my equipment to you.  However, you must promise to be gentle.”  Lizzy nodded, her eyes glowing with excitement.  Hawk then wrapped his hand around her trembling hand and helped guide her in the art of piss writing.  Luckily, he had just enough piss left to write Lizzy’s full name, Elizabeth.  As the last couple drops fell, he released his hand and told her she could let go. As Lizzy prepared herself to let go, she realized that her hand had locked up to the point that she could no longer remove her hand from Hawk’s dick.  “My hand’s locked up, hold on a second while I try to get it free.”  She then proceeded to try pulling her hand off.  That mixed with the fact that her hand wouldn’t stop shaking began to cause a reaction in Hawk’s groin.  Realizing what was about to happen, Hawk screamed at her to stop as he desperately tried to get free her hand from his dick.  Without thinking he turned towards her, the quick jerking motion being enough to free Lizzy’s hand from his dick.  But it was too late.  He watched in horror as his dick erupted, splashing its contents all over Lizzy’s face and shirt, some of it even landing in her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” said Hawk as he pulled up his pants, “you gotta believe me when I say that that was a total accident.” “Don’t worry about it,” said Lizzy, gagging a little on the bitter after-taste.  “Let’s just consider ourselves even for accidentally peeing in your face earlier today.  Now can we please get me cleaned up.  It’s starting to smell.”  Hawk nodded his head as Lizzy instructed him to pull out the canteen from her pouch and use it to help get her cleaned up.  As Hawk went to remove Lizzy’s shirt, she suddenly remembered that in her haste to get dressed down at the river that she had forgotten to put her bra back on.  “Hold up,” she screamed.  “You can’t take my shirt off, I’m not wearing anything underneath.”  Suddenly Hawk took his shirt off laid it down on the log beside her and closed his eyes.  “I’ll keep my eyes closed as I take off your shirt.  After it’s off, place my shirt over your chest and then tell me to open my eyes.”  Lizzy did as he said.  Once Hawk was able to open his eyes, he grabbed Lizzy’s soiled shirt and used the clean part of the shirt along with the water from the canteen to clean her face.  When he was done, he closed his eyes and helped her put on his shirt. “I can still taste it,” complained Lizzy after everything was said and done.  Hawk looked around and found a bush with edible berries.  Grabbing a handful of berries, he walked back and tried to hand them to her.  “Thanks, but no thanks.  You know that I’ve always hated the taste of those things, even when we were kids.” “Come on Lizzy,” said Hawk, “if you go back to camp with your breath smelling like that, Lilith will surely notice and make a big scene about it.” “I don’t care,” responded Lizzy.  “I’d rather that happen then be forced to eat those disgusting things.” Now Hawk was getting annoyed. “Fine.  You give me no choice.”  Hawk flung the berries into his mouth and began chewing to get the juices flowing.  He then grabbed both Lizzy’s arms so she couldn’t fight back. “Don’t you even think about…,” but it was too late.  By opening her mouth to speak, it made it easier for Hawk to forcibly kiss her thereby delivering the berry juice into her mouth.  Hawk made sure to take his time with the kiss so that Lizzy would have no other choice but to swallow the juice.  Once he was sure she had swallowed, he stopped.  The moment he let her go she slapped him. “You’re an ass,” she said, her face a shade of red that Hawk had never seen before. “Admit it, you liked it,” he teased trying to lighten the mood. “Let’s just go. I’m sure they’re starting to get worried,” replied Lilith, trying her best to ignore him.  Although in reality she had actually enjoyed it a little but was too embarrassed to tell him that.  Hawk leaned down allowing her to get back on his back and within seconds they were off once more, both trying to contemplate the events of the past hour.
Part 3.5 Author’s Note: The majority of this story takes place two years prior to the events of the main story and focuses on a dark incident of Elizabeth’s past that would ultimately shape who she is today. As Hawk was carrying Lizzy on his back, he couldn’t help but remember the conversation he had had with Lisa and Lilith earlier that day about confessing his true feelings to Lizzy.  The reason he gave was that she had a fiancé, but in truth what he had said was a lie, or at least part of it was.  The reality of the situation was that she had turned down every proposal of marriage from the candidates that her parents had tried to set her up with.  While it wasn’t that some of the marriage candidates weren’t decent guys, it was that Lizzy was still too traumatized by an event from her past to even think about trusting any man other than Hawk.  It was because of this knowledge that Hawk had kept himself from confessing to her as he did not want force her into something that she wasn’t ready for.  However, he also knew that her trauma was eating away at her and that if he wanted to help her, he would have to help her face it. “Hey Lizzy, do you mind if I ask you something personal?” asked Hawk. “As long as I don’t have to answer it if I don’t want to, then sure,” replied a curious Lizzy. “Well, it’s just that I was wondering if you’ve given any thought to meeting with any of those guys your parents have been trying to set you up with?” asked Hawk.  No response came.  “The only reason I ask is that I’m worried that your distrust of men is going to create issues for you.” “You shouldn’t ask questions you already know the answer to,” said Lizzy, a hint of irritation and sadness in her voice.  “Considering what happened to me, how could I possibly trust any man other than you?”  Hawk could feel Lizzy’s body tense up but he knew that he would need to push her a bit further. “The only reason I’m asking is because there may come a day where we might be separated and I would hate for you to not be able to trust men and potentially isolate yourself as a result.”  As soon as he said it, Hawk felt Lizzy’s body stiffen more and he could feel her nails digging into his bare back. “Don’t say things like that!” cried Lizzy, now trembling uncontrollably.  “Are you intending to go off somewhere and not come back?” “Of course not,” said Hawk as calmly as he could.  “I’m just afraid that your using what happened in the past as an excuse to stay away from people.” “So what if I am?” said an angry Lizzy.  “You would be to if it happened to you.  Now can we please drop the subject, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” “As you wish,” said Hawk.  As they continued their journey back to camp, both of them couldn’t help but think about the past and what had caused Lizzy to develop her fear of men. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Lizzy was the daughter of wealthy merchants who owned one of the biggest trading companies in the kingdom.  As their only daughter, she was the sole heir to the company and from an early age had been taught the skills necessary to be a successful merchant.  Growing up, all she had ever wanted was to be a normal kid.  However, because of who her family was, all of the other children in town steered clear of her, save for a lone human boy.  Where others avoided her, Hawk made it a point to include her in every fun activity he could think of from playing knights to exploring the forest just outside of town.  However, when Hawk turned ten and was to officially begin his training to become a knight, Lizzy became distraught at the possibility of losing the only friend she had.  Thus, she decided that she too would train beside Hawk.  While initially her goal was to spend more time with Hawk, she wound up having a knack for certain aspects of a knight’s training and decided she would become one herself.  Of course, her parents were against the idea of letting their only daughter take part in such a dangerous occupation, but after some convincing from her teacher, Falcon, they decided that they would let her have her way for the time being.  All the while, her parents thought that the training would be too difficult for her and that she would quit on her own.  They were wrong. As the years passed, Lizzy became stronger and stronger.  By the time she was eighteen, she had passed the Knight’s Exam and became a member of their ranks.  Her parents should have been proud, but they were furious.  All their hopes for having her take over the family business were dashed in an instant.  At least that was how it seemed until they found a loop hole.  As it turned out, there was a rule among elven female knights where if one were to marry and have children, then they would be released from their knighthood to care for their families.  With this knowledge, all her parents had to do was get her to settle down and all would be right in the perfect little world they had always dreamed of having.  Thus, the search for marriage candidates began.  It wasn’t until Lizzy turned twenty that her parents found their first perspective match.  The man they intended to have their daughter marry was also an elven knight who happened to be the son of another large trading company operating in the same kingdom.  While Lizzy had met him a couple of times before and seemed to get along with him, she was completely unaware of the trauma that was soon to befall her. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was a sunny day in the town of Solaris, home of Hawk, Lizzy, and Lisa. Hawk and Lisa were busy helping their new guildmate Lilith move into her new house on a hill on the outskirts of town.  Lilith had finally passed the Knight’s Exam on her third try and had used the gold awarded to her to buy a house in the same town as the man who had offered her a place in his guild two years earlier (see Part 2.5).  Shortly after finishing up moving the few belongings that Lilith owned into her new place, Lilith decided to show them her special room in the house.  In the basement of the house was a decent sized alchemy room stocked with various ingredients and equipment to make potions and other magical items. “Quite an impressive spread you got here,” said Lisa as she looked around at all the neat stuff that Lilith had collected. “This is nothing compared to what a true alchemist has,” replied Lilith. “Hey, what’s this?” asked Hawk, fiddling with a bottle of purplish liquid in a vial. “Be careful with that!” cried Lilith as she snatched the vial from Hawk’s hands and gently placed it on the table. “This potion is very unstable.  One wrong move and there is no telling what could happen.” Before Hawk could respond, someone yelled from the top of the basement stairs, “Is anybody home?”  It was Lizzy. “Yeah, we’re down here.  Come join us,” answered Lilith.  As all three turned around, they were all shocked to see Lizzy in one of her finer dresses.  “What’s the occasion?  Got a date or something?” asked Lilith. “Yes,” replied Lizzy.  “My parents are forcing me to go on a date with some marriage candidate they picked out for me.  His name is Edward and he is the son of a merchant.  He just became a knight during this year’s exam.” “Is he cute?” asked an interested Lisa. “Well he’s not bad looking, but I don’t know if I would go so far as to call him cute,” said a slightly blushing Lizzy.  As she said it, Hawk couldn’t help but feel a hint of jealousy bubble up inside of him.  He had had a crush on her since they were kids and the thought of her going out with another man didn’t sit well with him.  Suddenly it hit him that the name sounded familiar. “I don’t think you should go out with this guy,” said Hawk.  “If he’s who I think he is, he’s bad news.”  Lizzy and Lisa looked at him as though he had just said something crazy. “What are you talking about?” asked a confused Lizzy.  “Well, the thing is that I’ve heard rumors about him being a rich snob who only gained knighthood because of his parents’ influence.  I’ve also heard that he is a known womanizer,” said Hawk. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” scolded Lizzy.  “It’s not right to judge someone based off rumors before you have a chance to get to know that person first hand.” “She’s right. Rumors lie,” said Lisa.  “You can’t believe everything you hear.”  As the two girls ganged up on him, Hawk took a step back, unwittingly bumping the table with the potion.  Suddenly the vile smashed on the floor, releasing an explosion of purple gas that engulfed the entire basement …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As Hawk came to, he realized that he was lying on the basement floor and that his chest felt slightly heavy.  As he sat up, he placed his hands on his chest.  The moment he did, he felt a strange tingling sensation as a moan escaped his mouth, only it didn’t sound normal.  “What the hell?” said Hawk, only then realizing that it wasn’t his voice speaking the words.  In a panic, he jolted up the basement stairs to find the nearest mirror.  As he stared into it, he realized that the reflection staring back at him was not his own, but Lilith’s instead.  “Oh my god! What the hell is going on?” screamed a bewildered Hawk.  It was then he noticed his body’s reflection in the mirror.  He spun around and said, “Who are you and what did you do to my body?” “Hawk, don’t freak out, it’s me, Lizzy.  I’m just as freaked out as you are,” said the person controlling his body.  Lizzy turned around just as the other two came up the steps. “Let’s all calm down,” said the person controlling Lisa’s body.  “It would appear that the potion has caused us to temporarily switch bodies.  From what I can gather, Hawk is in my body, Lizzy is in Hawk’s body, Lisa is in Lizzy’s body, and I’m in Lisa’s body.” “What are we going to do?” whined Lizzy in Hawk’s voice.  “I’m supposed to be meeting Edward in a little more than an hour.  There is no way I can go looking like this.  You have to change us back.” “No can do,” said Lilith.  “I don’t have the ingredients to make another potion.  Plus, the potion was just an experiment.  There is no way of knowing what could happen if we made another one to fix the effects of the first one.” “So, were just supposed to stay like this?” asked a slightly irritated Hawk. “Don’t worry,” said Lilith calmly.  “I intentionally made the potion as weak as I could in case something like this happened.  The effects should only last for the next few hours.  We should be back in our own bodies hopefully by sunset if not sooner so until then we will just have to make do.”  Lilith turned to Lisa who was now in Lizzy’s body.  “You’ll have to go on the date and act as Lizzy. Do you think you can do that?” Hawk began to laugh. “Lisa is so unladylike that there is no way she can pull off acting like Lizzy without someone noticing something’s up.”  An irritated Lisa walked over to Lilith’s body and slugged it in the right boob. “DAMMIT!” screamed Hawk, “That really hurt.” “Serves you right,” taunted Lisa.  She then turned to the other two.  “Hawk is right though.  There is no way that I can pull something like this off.” “Don’t worry,” said Lizzy.  “We still have an hour.  If you listen carefully we should just be able to pull this off.”  And so, for the next hour, Lizzy did her best to educate Lisa on how to act like her, but to little avail. “There’s no way I’m going to remember all of this,” whined Lisa, her temple throbbing from all the information she was trying to digest. “It’s a good thing I have a backup plan,” said Lilith as she came back from cleaning the mess in the basement.  “Hawk, I’m going to need you to come over here and do exactly as I say.”  As Hawk walked over to her, Lilith explained a spell that would temporarily allow the four of them to speak telepathically.  Since Hawk was now in her body, he would have to perform the spell instead.  With her instruction as a guide, Hawk was just barely able to perform the spell.  “Now that the spell is operational, Lizzy should be able to tell Lisa how to act like her while the date is going on.  The only problem is that we will need to find a place to monitor the date without drawing suspicion.” “That should be easy,” said Lizzy.  “The date is taking place at the guild hall in the center of town.  Nobody would think twice about a group of knights sitting around there.”  Thus, the plan was made and the group made their way to the guild hall. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As the group walked in, they noticed a handsome elf sitting by himself in the back corner of the guild hall.  Lisa knew right away that the man was Edward.  She proceeded to leave the others and walked over to the table.  “Miss Elizabeth, it is so good to see you,” said Edward with a charming smile.  He stood up and pulled out a chair for her.  “Please have a seat and order whatever you like.” “That’s very kind of you,” said Lisa, still in Lizzy’s body as she sat down.  Like a true gentleman, Edward pushed her chair in.  Lisa couldn’t help but blush as no man had ever treated her so politely when she was in her usual body. “I know we’ve only met a couple of times before which is why I would like to take this time to learn more about you,” said Edward.  And so, Lisa began telling Edward about Lizzy’s life as Lizzy fed her information through their telepathic link.  As she and Edward talked, they began downing a couple of drinks.  Soon enough Lisa began to feel the call of nature.  The moment she tried to get up to excuse herself, she realized just how much of a lightweight Lizzy was when it came to alcohol.  She took a few steps forward and lost her balance.  Luckily Edward caught her before she could fall on her face.  “Are you all right?” asked Edward, his face full of concern.  He gently helped her to her seat. “I’m fine,” said Lisa, her face now flushed with embarrassment.  “I guess I drank a little too much.”  By this point she was squirming in desperation. Edward noticed this and with a soft and caring smile asked, “Do you need to use the ladies room?” “Yes,” muttered an embarrassed Lisa.  She was just now starting to realize in addition to being a lightweight when it came to drinking, Lizzy also had a very small bladder.  In an instant Lisa knew that there was no way that she would be able to get up and make it safely to a bathroom without having an accident.  “I don’t think I can make it though.” Expecting for Edward to be totally grossed out by her confession, Lisa was pleasantly surprised when he said, “Don’t worry, I have an idea.”  He proceeded to push her chair in so that it was now covered by the tablecloth.  He then grabbed his mug of ale which was still about half full and chugged it down.  Handing the mug to her, he told her to place it between her legs under the table and use it to relieve herself. “I can’t do that,” said Lisa, no longer able to meet his eyes.  “People might hear.” Edward looked around before saying, “There’s no one around us. But if you’re still concerned, I will drown out any sound you make by talking or humming.” Lisa looked into his eyes and knew he was telling the truth.  “Alright,” she said.  All the while, a voice that sounded like Lizzy’s was screaming in her head not to even think about doing it.  Disregarding the telepathic voice, Lisa placed the empty mug under the table and lifted up Lizzy’s dress just enough so that she could place the mug where it needed to be.  Trying to be as discrete as she could, she pulled Lizzy’s panties to the side and placed the mug in position.  As soon as she had the mug in place, she let the golden stream loose into the mug.  A look of pure relief washed over her face.  Suddenly she realized that stream was stronger than she anticipated and that it was now making a loud sloshing noise as it hit the glass. But true to his word, Edward began talking loud enough to cover the sound of her piss.  About a minute into her glorious release, Lisa realized that one mug wouldn’t be enough.  “Oh no,” whispered Lisa.  “The mug is almost full.” “I got this,” said Edward as he flew into action.  Thinking quickly, he grabbed Lisa’s mug which still had a little bit of ale in it and polished it off.  He then grabbed the silverware on the table and dropped it underneath the table so that he would have an excuse if anybody asked why he was under the table.  As he went underneath the table cover, he noticed that the mug was almost full.  “Pinch off your stream,” said Edward.  As she did, Edward grabbed the piss filled mug and gave her the empty one before coming out from underneath the table with the dropped silverware and the piss-filled mug.  Luckily the piss was similar in color to one of the lighter ales served at the guild hall.  It would be another minute before Lisa finished.  By the time she was done, there were two nearly full mugs of piss on the table.  “Here,” said Edward as he handed her a handkerchief.  “And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this.”  He then grabbed the two mugs and walked over to a window.  When he was sure no one was looking, he quickly dumped the contents outside and walked back to the table. “Thank you,” said a blushing Lisa.  “Not a lot of guys would be so understanding of this situation.” “Well, I’m not like a lot of other guys,” said Edward chuckling.  And with that, they continued where they left off. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Meanwhile at a table not so far away, Lilith and Hawk were doing their best to restrain Lizzy, still in Hawk’s body, so that she would not blow their cover.  “How could she do something so embarrassing in my body,” cried an angry Lizzy. “Relax,” said Lilith.  “Everything worked out alright.  In fact, he doesn’t seem phased by that at all.  If you ask me, he seems like a keeper.” “I hate to say it but it looks like the rumors about him were just that,” said Hawk, now ashamed at how he could’ve judged the guy so harshly without ever having met him.  “I think Lisa’s got this under control.  Let’s head back to the house and wait for her.” Realizing that Hawk was probably right Lizzy replied begrudgingly, “Fine.”  And with that the three left the guild hall and began making their way back to Lilith’s house. “Let’s go through the forest,” said Lilith as they walked.  “It’s the shortest route to my house.”  As they did, Lizzy began to feel a bit uncomfortable.  She could feel the throbbing of the crotch on Hawk’s body and knew that the time she had been most dreading had now come. “I know this is probably the worst time for this but I really need to twinkle,” said Lizzy as she moved Hawk’s body in desperation.  Even Hawk was now blushing as he heard the word “twinkle” come out of his manly voice.  But unfortunately, there was no helping it.  If his body had to go it had to go. “Alright,” said Hawk.  “Let’s duck behind the trees over there so we can get this over with.  Just please never say the word “twinkle” while in my body ever again.”  Lizzy did as she was told and she and Hawk walked behind the trees.  It was then that Hawk noticed that Lilith had followed them.  “And just what do you think you’re doing?  This doesn’t involve you so would you please mind waiting on the other side of the trees.” Lilith merely looked at him and laughed. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to miss this.  Here’s the deal.  Either you let me watch or you can watch as the little princess wets herself in your body.  You’re choice.” “Fine,” said Hawk, knowing that there was no way that he could win in this situation.  “Just don’t try anything stupid.”  Hawk then turned his attention to Lizzy.  “The first thing you’re going to need to do is pull down my pants.  On the plus side I’m not wearing underwear today so you won’t have to deal with that.  Once my pants our down, you’ll need to grab my equipment, aim at the tree, and release.” “Alright,” said Lizzy as she pulled the pants down to the ground.  As she did this, she saw the penis for the first time and out of shame covered her eyes.  The thought of touching Hawk’s equipment was too much for her ladylike sensibilities.  “I can’t do this.  Someone is going to need to do it for me.” “I’ll do it,” said Lilith as she eagerly approached Hawk’s body and reached out her hand to grab Hawk’s equipment. “Don’t you even think about it you damn demon,” said Hawk as he knocked her hand away.  “If anybody should be doing this, it should be me, after all it is my body.” “Alright,” said Lilith smiling as she backed off.  “It’s all yours.” Hawk looked at her with distrust as he grabbed the penis and prepared to aim it.  “You’re being surprisingly reasonable about this.  What’s your end game?” “Isn’t it obvious,” smirked Lilith.  “Just seeing you use my body to touch your penis is more than enough for me.” Hawk blushed with embarrassment, but decided not to give her the satisfaction of a response.  He turned his attention back to Lizzy.  “I have it in position.  Now all you have to do is let go.”  A few second passed by before the first few drops hit the ground then gradually became a full-on stream.  By this point, Lizzy had removed her hands from her eyes and was watching with pure fascination as the yellow stream stuck the bark of the tree, turning the bark a darker shade of brown.  As she was watching this, she couldn’t help but feel like she had missed a great opportunity but she was way too embarrassed to ask Hawk if she could take over so she watched on in silence.  When the stream finally died out, Hawk shook the last few drops all the while noticing that Lilith seemed to be getting turned on by watching the scene play out.  As Hawk stood up, he felt the call of nature too.  He looked at Lilith and with a wicked smile said, “Now it would seem that I have to go.  It’s pack back time.”  He watched in amusement as Lilith averted her gaze and he reveled in the satisfaction that he could now get back at her for all the times she had embarrassed him since inducting her into the guild. “Well the joke’s on you,” said Lilith her voice slightly trembling.  “Since this is your first time in a girl’s body, there is no way you would know how to piss like a girl.  Furthermore, I don’t care if you piss yourself in my body because there is no way that I’m teaching you how to do it.” “You don’t need to teach me,” said Hawk as he hiked up Lilith’s skirt and removed her panties.  “When I was little my sister used to make me accompany her every time she had to go to the bathroom while we were playing the woods.  I learned exactly all I need to know from watching her.”  Hawk proceeded to squat down in Lilith’s body and within seconds he shot a golden arc up into the air and watched in amusement as it landed a couple feet away.  “Aww, sweet relief,” teased Hawk.  He looked at Lilith who was now red with embarrassment and decided to push her a bit further.  “Despite having seen you naked that one time you played that trick on me, I’ve never actually gotten a good look at you.  This is my chance to see if your long silvery white hair is the real deal.” “Don’t you dare,” said Lilith, but she was too late.  Hawk had moved his head down and saw small white hairs above the crotch.  In retaliation Lilith walked over to Hawk and yanked down Lisa’s pants and squatted down next to her own body.  “Well I guess you wouldn’t mind if I did this then.” Suddenly, Lilith used her fingers to spread the labia on Lisa’s body and began swaying, spreading a torrent of piss everywhere. “Big deal.  There isn’t a part of my sister that I haven’t already seen,” replied Hawk although he was partially lying.  While it was true that he had seen his sister naked before, the truth was that he had only seen her naked before puberty struck, so seeing his sister’s brownish red pubic hairs was new to him. “Just stop already,” cried Lizzy.  “You’re both acting like children.”  Realizing that she was right, both Hawk and Lilith stopped and apologized.  As they finished up, they noticed that the sun was beginning to set.  Suddenly all three felt light-headed and collapsed to the ground. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. While the piss adventure was occurring in the woods on the other side of town, Lisa and Edward were just finishing up the at the guild hall.  It was starting to get late and Edward had offered to help her home as she was still a little wobbly.  As they left the guildhall Edward said, “Why don’t we take this alleyway, it’s the quickest way to get back to your house.” “Alright,” said Lisa, not thinking clearly.  As they began to move down the alleyway she found it more and more difficult to walk upright.  “Can we stop for a minute? I need a second to gather myself.”  Without warning Edward pinned her to the wall of one of the buildings.  “That’s fine with me,” he said, his tone becoming darker.  “While we’re here we might as well have a little bit of fun.”  Before she had time to react, Edward reached underneath her dress and began fondling her while kissing the side of her neck. “Stop!” cried Lisa. “Oh, come on, I’m just having a little bit of fun,” said Edward.  “Just relax and let it happen.  By the time I’m done you’ll be screaming for more.” “I said stop!” screamed Lisa as she managed to jam her knee into Edward’s crotch.  She watched as he crumpled to the ground.  Still feeling buzzed, she ran off down the alley trying to put as much distance between them as she could, all the while calling out frantically using the telepathic spell placed on her earlier.  Unfortunately, she was out of range of her friends.  Her only hope now would be to make it to a crowded place.  As she ran she could her a man scream, “GET BACK HERE YOU BITCH!”  What seemed like an eternity passed before the body she was in began to feel too heavy to move.  With great horror, she realized that she was beginning to lose consciousness.  As she blacked out, all she could do was pray that she had gotten far enough away from Edward. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Lisa suddenly jolted up and as she looked around she noticed that she was no longer in the alleyway but in the forest instead.  As she looked around, she noticed that the Hawk and Lilith were just waking up.  Lisa ran over to Hawk, her body still feeling weak from the potion wearing off and screamed, “Hawk, Lizzy’s in big trouble.  Edward is trying to assault her.  I tried to get her body as far away from him as I could but I collapsed before I could find help.  You have to help her.” As Hawk heard the news, he grabbed hold of Lisa’s shoulders and said, “Where were you when you collapsed in Lizzy’s body?”  “In the alleyway behind the guild hall.  You need to hurry there isn’t much time.” Tears were streaming down her face as Lisa blamed herself for not getting Lizzy to safety.  Lisa watched as Hawk tore through the trees like a bat out of hell.  “Come on,” said Lilith as she helped Lisa to her feet.  “We have to get moving.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As Lizzy opened her eyes, she was horrified to see that a deranged Edward was now on top of her, pinning her to the ground.  “I finally found you, you little bitch,” he said.  As Lizzy struggled to get out from underneath him, Edward slapped her hard across the cheek, splitting the side of her lip in the process.  He then forcibly squeezed her face in his hands and said, “I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I have to.  Now just be a good girl and stay still.  Who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy it.” “Why are you doing this?” asked a fearful Lizzy.  “I thought you were one of the good guys.” Edward looked at her and laughed.  “This little façade was all a part of my plan to get you to fall for me.  Once that happened all you had to do was marry me so that I could inherit your parents’ trading company at which point I would’ve become richer than my wildest dreams.  But like a stupid bitch you rejected my advances.  Look, I’m used to getting what I want and I will get what I want either the easy way or the hard way.  You make the call.”  Lizzy lifted her head up and spat in his face.  Edward used his sleeve to wipe off the bloody spit.  “The hard way it is then.” As Edward began taking his belt off Lizzy began screaming, “SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!” Suddenly Edward wrapped his belt around Lizzy’s neck choking off her ability to speak.  “SHUT UP! No one is coming to save you.”  Edward then proceeded to rip open the top of Lizzy’s dress and with his free hand began fondling one of Lizzy’s breasts.  By this point Lizzy had realized that nobody was coming to save her, and finally she stopped struggling.  As she tearfully closed her eyes and waited for it to be over, the sounds of boots slamming the ground filled the alleyway. “GET OFF HER YOU BASTARD!” yelled a familiar voice.  Lizzy opened her eyes just in time to see Hawk tackle Edward and throw him to the ground.  Hawk then proceeded to get on top of Edward and began pummeling him with his fists.  As Lizzy sat up she was in a state of shock.  She watched Hawk lay into Edward as though she were watching through someone else’s eyes. “HAWK STOP!” screamed a female voice coming down the alley.  It was Lisa.  “Stop or you’re going to kill him.” But Hawk kept punching a now nearly unconscious Edward.  As Lisa moved to pry Hawk off of him, somebody came from behind and grabbed her in a chokehold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said Lilith, using all her strength to hold Lisa back. “Let me go!” cried Lisa as she tried to get out of the chokehold, only to have Lilith squeeze tighter.  “We need to stop Hawk now or he’s going to kill him.”  As she tried to turn her head around to look Lilith in the eye, she noticed that Lilith’s once emerald green eyes were now a dark ruby red. “So what?” said Lilith coldly.  “This world is filled with scum who think that they can do anything they want because they have money and power.  If I had to guess, this guy has done it before and if he goes free he’ll just do it to some other girl.  He deserves to die.” “What are you saying?” asked a scared and confused Lisa.  “He may be a scumbag but killing him isn’t justice.” “Lisa, Lisa, Lisa,” replied Lilith in a condescending tone.  “You are so naïve to the ways of the world.  There are all kinds of justice in this world.  And now it is time for Hawk to make a choice as to how he wants to serve it.  No one else can make the decision for him.”  Realizing that there was nothing more she could do, Lisa stopped struggling and watched in horror as her brother continued to beat the man. “Please have mercy,” begged a bloody Edward, each punch bringing him closer and closer to death.  Ironically, it was his plea for mercy that snapped Lizzy out of her trance.    Without hesitation, Lizzy flung her body around Hawk’s back. “THAT’S ENOUGH!” she screamed as she cried into the back of Hawk’s shirt.  “He’s had enough.”  Lizzy’s words brought Hawk back to his senses.  As he stopped his next punch, he looked down at his fists that were now stained with blood.  He then looked at Edward whose face was now covered in blood and completely swollen.  Hawk got off of him and moved over to the side of the alleyway.  He then threw up in shock of almost having savagely killed a man with his bare hands.  Once he regained his composure, he proceeded to take his shirt off and draped it around Lizzy’s torn dress. “Let’s go home,” he said as he helped her to her feet.  He then turned to Lisa who was no longer in Lilith’s headlock.  “You two should take this piece of trash and turn him over to the proper authorities.  Make sure they know everything that happened.”  With that he guided Lizzy out of the alleyway, leaving the rest to Lisa and Lilith. “Interesting,” said Lilith as she watched Hawk leave, her eyes back to their normal color.  “He did exactly as I thought he would do.” “Wait, a second,” said Lisa.  “You knew all along that he wasn’t going to kill Edward?” “Not at all,” said Lilith.  “I merely thought that he wouldn’t kill him and I was right.” “And what would you have done if he had continued?” asked Lisa, afraid to know the answer. “Absolutely nothing,” replied Lilith as she grabbed Edward’s belt which was now lying on the ground and used it to bound his hands.  “Everything I said before was true.  There are all different kinds of justice in this world and that it is up to Hawk to figure out which path he wants to take.  Regardless of which path he chooses I will stand by his side.  What will you do?” As Lisa helped Lilith get Edward to his feet she said, “I honestly don’t know.”  And with that they began making the twenty-mile trek to the next town over where they would turn Edward into the authorities who specialized in dealing with rogue knights. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As Hawk and Lizzy walked through the now darkened streets of Solaris, Hawk couldn’t help but think about what could have happened had he not made it in time.  His thoughts were interrupted by Lizzy’s words.  “Hey Hawk, I don’t want to go home tonight.  Can I stay at your place?” “Sure,” said Hawk as he escorted her to his home.  Both he and his sister had decided to pool their money to buy a large house with plenty of open space just outside of town.  As they entered the house, Hawk had Lizzy sit down in the kitchen while he grabbed a pair of his clothes for her to change into seeing as Lisa’s would be way too small.  While Lizzy was changing, Hawk went into another room to grab some bandages and a wet cloth for his hands.  He then went back to the kitchen and sat down at the table, where he began treating his hands. “Please let me do that,” said Lizzy as she grabbed the wet cloth from Hawk’s hands and began wiping the blood away.  She then proceeded to carefully bandage each hand.  Once they were completely bandaged, she them between hands and began to cry.  “I’m so sorry.  If I had just listened to you then this never would have happened.” Using his bandaged right hand, he gently wiped the tears from her eyes and said, “Don’t blame yourself.  There is no way you could have known that this would happen.  I’m just happy your safe.  Now it’s been a long day, why don’t you go sleep in Lisa’s room.  I’m sure she won’t be back until tomorrow anyway.”  Lizzy nodded her head and went off to Lisa’s room.  As soon as she was gone, Hawk began to stare at his now bandaged hands. “What the hell was I going to do if she hadn’t stopped me?” he asked himself, already knowing the dark truth.  Realizing that it wouldn’t do him any good dwelling on it, he went to his own room, changed his clothes and went to sleep. During the middle of the night, the sound of the wood floor creaking stirred him from his slumber.  He then felt something heavy on his abdomen.  As he opened his eyes he saw Lizzy sitting on top of him wearing nothing but her underwear.  “Hawk I have a favor to ask,” said Lizzy. “What is it?” asked Hawk. “I want you to take me right here right now.  Make a woman out of me.” “Do you even know what you’re asking?” asked a shocked Hawk as he sat up as much as he could.  “Sex is something that you can’t take back.” “I know that,” said Lizzy. “Then why are you asking me to do something like that?  And don’t lie to me” “If you want to know the truth I’ll tell you.  It is tradition among my people that female elves are bound to the man they first have sex with.  If I am no longer pure, my parents can no longer force me to marry scum like that man.  Please, you’re the only man I can trust to set me free.” Hawk shot up and grabbed Lizzy in a tight embrace.  “I’m sorry but that is one favor I cannot grant.  You’re not yourself right now.  You’re not in the right mind to be making big decisions like this.” “So you don’t want to make love to me?” asked a teary eyed Lizzy. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that it wouldn’t be right,” said Hawk.  “The first time is a special thing that should be done out of love, not for the reason that you’re trying to give me.  Look if you still want to do it in a couple of years and it’s for the right reason then I might consider it, but I won’t take advantage of a friend when she’s clearly hurting.” As Lizzy heard Hawk’s words she began to cry harder than she had ever cried before.  “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she sobbed.  “It feels like my world is falling apart in front of me and that I’m all alone.” “You’re not alone,” said Hawk as he squeezed her tighter.  “I’m here and I’ll always be here no matter what.  And should your world fall apart, I’ll be there to help you pick up the pieces.  You’ll never be alone.”  Hawk pulled back the covers and allowed her to crawl underneath them.  As she did, he wrapped his arms around her, and in the quite of that dark room, Lizzy fell asleep feeling safer than she had ever felt before. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Sometime later, it was reported that Edward had committed suicide in a jail specially made for knights.  Of course, Hawk knew better than to believe that.  He suspected that Lizzy’s father had found out about what Edward had done and had him killed.  Because the death was allegedly a suicide, many people believed rightly so that he was guilty of his crime which in turn caused the downfall of his parent’s company.  And of course, all business contracts that were made with that company moved over to Lizzy’s parents’ company.  What was worse was that Hawk suspected that this had been Lizzy’s father’s plan when he first introduced his daughter to Edward.  If this were true, Lizzy had merely been used as means to end to get rid of a rival.  Hawk didn’t want to believe this but deep down he knew it was true.  But even thinking all this, he decided that Lizzy would be better off not knowing about the things her father might have done, at least for now. As Hawk continued to walk back to camp with Lizzy on his back, all he could think about was that he would do anything to protect her so that he would never have to see her cry like that ever again. “Hey Hawk,” said Lizzy. “Yeah,” replied Hawk. “Promise you’ll never leave my side.  Promise me that if my world falls apart that you’ll be there to help pick up the pieces,” said Lizzy her voice slightly choked up. “I promise,” said Hawk.  As he said it, he thought to himself: I’ll protect you no matter what it is that I have to do or have to become in the process. Part 4 Coming Soon
Part 4 Lisa had just returned to the campsite after telling her brother and Lizzy that dinner was almost ready.  As she sat down on a stump and watched Lilith finish cooking, she couldn’t help but feel jealous of how close Hawk and Lizzy were getting.  As Lilith turned around, she noticed that Lisa seemed very upset.  “Is everything alright?” asked Lilith. “Everything’s just fine,” said Lisa, a hint of irritation in her voice.  “They told me to go on ahead and that they will be here shortly.” Unconvinced by Lisa’s response Lilith said, “We both know that I can tell when you’re lying so just tell me what’s going on.” “If you must know, when I found Lizzy and Hawk, they were sparring and then they fell down a hill.  When I went to go check on them, I heard something about a bet and then I saw them kissing.” “Well that’s a relief,” said Lilith.  Just as she said it, Lisa shot Lilith a hateful glance since she thought that Lilith could at least be more supportive of her incestuous feelings towards Hawk.  Lilith realizing what was going on quickly clarified her remark. “What I mean is it’s good that the whole river incident didn’t negatively impact their friendship like Hawk was concerned about.  As for what you saw, I’m sure that the kiss was just a prize and meant nothing more to Lizzy.” “I’m not so sure,” responded Lisa.  “They kissed twice.  Hawk kissed her the first time and then Lizzy kissed him the second time.  I honestly don’t know what to think anymore.” “What type of kiss was it?” asked an intrigued Lilith as she walked over to Lisa.  “There are different types of kisses.”  She proceeded to lean down and before Lisa could resist, pressed her lips to hers.  As their lips parted, Lilith asked, “Was it a kiss like that?” “I think the first one was,” said a blushing Lisa, her arm covering her mouth to prevent another kiss.  Suddenly Lilith grabbed both of Lisa’s arms and held them above her head so that she would not be able to resist.  As Lilith leaned in closer, Lisa screamed “DON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!”  But it was too late.  In opening her mouth to speak, she unwittingly gave Lilith the opportunity to kiss her again.  This time she could feel Lilith’s tongue inside her mouth playfully dancing with her own.  Lisa tried to resist at first, but Lilith’s kissing skills forced her into submission. As Lilith removed her lips from Lisa’s, she asked, “Was the second kiss something like that?”  Lilith watched in amusement as a flushed Lisa panted for air.  “I think so,” said Lisa, wiping a little bit of drool from the side of her mouth.  She then stood up, grabbed Lilith by the collar of her shirt, and with one fist clenched said, “If you ever do something like that to me again I will beat you to a bloody pulp.”  Lilith playfully raised her hands in submission and backed away as Lisa released her.  Lisa then began walking back towards the trees. “Where are you heading?” asked Lilith. “Nature’s calling,” replied Lisa.  “Just stay here and wait for the others.  I’ll be back shortly.”  As she walked away from the campsite, she touched her lips and thought about how great it would be if her brother would kiss her like that. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… As soon as Lisa thought that she had made it far enough away from camp, she walked over to a tree and leaned against it.  She slowly began to pull down her pants and underwear and then lowered herself into a squatting position.  Within seconds, a small trickle came from underneath her.  As the droplets hit the ground, Lisa began to think about the monstrous stream that Lizzy had used when she pissed in Hawk’s face.  While Lisa did believe that it was an accident, she also thought that she had seen what had looked like excitement on her brother’s face immediately following the incident.  It was then that she came up the notion that Hawk liked getting pissed on by women.  As she looked down at her tiny stream, she said, “There is no way I could beat Lizzy with a stream like this.” Lisa then pinched off her stream, and using her hands, she spread her labia.  Then she restarted her stream.  This time the stream went forward only a couple of inches and was nothing more than a light drizzle.  She stopped once more and placed one of her hands down on the ground while using the other to spread her labia.  Lisa began to lean back while pushing her pelvis forward.  Then with great force, she restarted her stream and this time managed to hit a distance a foot and a half away.  This time her stream was strong enough to drill a small hole in the dirt.  She smiled as she began to imagine that the piss soaked dirt was her brother.  She could imagine him saying things like “Please give me more.” and “You do it way better than Lizzy.” Suddenly she was snapped back to reality as her stream began to die out, forcing her to make adjustments so that she wouldn’t piss on herself.  As she finished up, she reached into her pockets for something to wipe with but realized that she had nothing to use.  Taking a quick look around, she noticed a small plant within arm’s reach which looked to have soft leaves.  Grabbing a couple of the leaves, she noticed how oily yet soft they felt.  Not thinking much of it, she used the leaves to wipe away the few remaining drops and tossed the leaves away.  She then stood up, pulled up her pants, and began making her way back to the campsite, completely unaware of the huge mistake she had just made. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. By the time Lisa got back to the campsite, Hawk and Lizzy were already there.  The first thing Lisa noticed was that Lizzy was wearing Hawk’s shirt.  While it did bother her a bit, she assumed Lizzy must have torn her shirt in the sparring match or during the fall down the hill and that Hawk, being the good guy that he is, had given her his shirt.  Lisa then noticed that Lilith was checking Lizzy’s reflexes and asking questions.  “When did you first notice the numbness in your legs and your inability to stand?” questioned Lilith. “It was a little before Lisa came to get us for dinner,” replied Lizzy.  “Shortly after that my hands began shaking uncontrollably.  What the hell is going on?” “My best guess is that you are experiencing side effects from the snake bite,” said Lilith.  She then walked over to her bag and removed a small journal.  “Just give me a second and I should have some answers for you.”  Just as she found the page she was looking for, Hawk yanked the journal from her hands. “Because you failed to tell us about any possible side effects of the snake bit, I think should be the one to read the journal so that there aren’t any more surprises,” said Hawk.  As he looked at the writing on the page, he realized that it was written in a language he couldn’t read.  “What the hell language is this?” “It’s the language of my people,” replied Lilith as she grabbed the book back.  “Now according to the information collected on these types of snake bites, the most common side-effects are: numbness or inability to move one’s limbs, vomiting, fever, and hallucinations.  In some rare cases, the toxin can increase one’s sexual desires as well.”  Lilith turned to look at a now embarrassed Lizzy.  “Do you feel horny by any chance?” “Of course not!” screamed an indignant Lizzy.  While Lizzy was responding to Lilith’s question, Hawk had to wonder whether the kiss that Lizzy had planted on him or her grabbing onto his dick might have been a result of the snake bite increasing her sexual desires. “Well, there is not much we can do now but wait for the toxins to wear off.  I’m sure you’ll be fine by tomorrow, but for now I’ll give you a potion that should help with the shaking.”  Lilith reached into her bag and pulled out a small vial of blueish liquid and handed it to Lizzy.  As Lizzy drank it, Hawk couldn’t help but be suspicious of the potion as he did not know its side effects.  Lilith noticed Hawk’s concern and said, “Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe.” Choosing to believe her, Hawk said, “Alright, but if your potion causes any bad side effects you’ll be answering to me.  Now how about we eat before the food gets cold.”  Lilith nodded her head, happy that Hawk was at least talking to her after the incident at the river earlier in the day. “For dinner we have snake stew,” said Lilith as she poured a bit of the stew into wooden bowls and passed the food around.  Instead of pouring herself a bowl, she went over and sat next to Lizzy whose hands were trembling too much to hold a spoon.  “Let me try to make up for not telling you about the toxins side effects by helping feed you.” Lizzy seeing the look of remorse in Lilith’s eyes gave in and said, “Fine.  But don’t try anything funny.”  Hawk watched with a hint of jealousy as Lilith helped Lizzy eat.  As he ate a spoonful of his own food, he realized just how good Lilith’s cooking was.  While he was getting ready to take another spoonful, he realized that his bowl was full of chunks of meat, just the way he liked it.  Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the stew remaining in the pot had hardly any meat in it and knew instantly that Lilith had given her share of the snake meat to him as a way of apologizing for the river incident.  As he looked back at his own bowl, he realized just how awful the things he had said to her really were.  While too proud to apologize, he realized he needed to say something.  “You know Lilith, you may be a major pain in my ass but you’re one hell of a cook.  None of the rest of us can really cook so if you weren’t here, dinner would be awful.”  As he looked at her, he noticed that she had a confused look in her eyes as if she did not know what Hawk was trying to do.  Understanding what Hawk was trying to do, Lizzy decided she would help him out.  “What exactly are you trying to say to her, Hawk?”  Hawk shot Lizzy an irritated glance before turning his attention back to Lilith.  “Look, what I’m trying to say is that if you promise to stay out of trouble for the rest of the trip, I might reconsider what I said to you earlier at the river.”  As he said that, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Lilith was smiling and he could see a trace of tears in her eyes.  “Don’t worry, Hawk.  I won’t cause any more trouble,” replied Lilith, trying to hide her excitement at the prospect of being forgiven.  After that, the rest of dinner was pretty much quiet except for the couple of times that Hawk yelled at Lisa to stop scratching her butt and crotch while people were eating.  As Lisa was helping Lilith clean up, Lilith noticed that one of Lisa’s hands was extremely rashy looking.  “Hey Lisa, when you went to relieve yourself, you didn’t happen to touch any oily or waxy plants did you?” “I did. What’s the big deal?” asked Lisa.  Lilith quickly reached into her bag and pulled out some bandages.  She then wrapped the bandages around Lisa’s hands.  “What are you doing?” questioned Lisa, now starting to get a little scared.  Instead of answering her, Lilith picked up her journal and began leafing through the pages until she stopped on a sketch of a small plant. “Did you touch this plant?” asked Lilith as she showed the picture to Lisa.  When Lisa nodded her head, Lilith face turned grim.  “This isn’t good.  That plant you touched is known as a pygmy mandrake root.  While not as poisonous as the other types of mandrake root, the oils that come off its leaves can cause a severe rash that may blister.”  Lilith then turned to Hawk and told him to grab the vial of yellowish liquid from her bag while she retrieved a used towel.  As she threw the towel on the ground, she instructed Lisa to stand on the towel and drink the entire vial.  The moment Lisa finished the vial, her entire body began to feel heavy. “What did you do to me?” asked Lisa as she fell to her knees. “I gave you a light sedative to reduce the chances of you fighting back while we try to treat your rash,” said Lilith.  She then walked up behind Lisa and pushed her to the ground so that she was now lying face down on the towel.  Lilith then had Hawk wrap her hands in bandages for her just in case Lisa had any residual mandrake oil on her clothes.  She then proceeded to remove Lisa’s pants and panties, despite Lisa screaming at her not to do it.  Hawk, Lilith, and Lizzy were all shocked to see that the rash was covering Lilith’s butt and that there were patches that had been scratched raw and were now bleeding. “How do you treat something like that?” asked Hawk, very concerned about his sister’s well-being. “Urine is the only known treatment for treating this type of rash,” said Lilith.  “You’ll need to pee on the wound.” “Why me?” asked Hawk.  “Couldn’t you or Lizzy do it?” “Lizzy can’t do it because she might accidentally transfer some of the snake’s toxin now that it has been in her body long enough to come out through her urine.  As for me, I can’t direct my stream well enough to cover the entire affected area.  That just leaves you.” “But I can’t do it,” said Hawk.  “I just went not too long ago and I don’t have the urge to go right now.” “I can fix that,” said Lilith as she reached into her bag and pulled out a small vial of greenish yellow liquid.  “Drink this and it will make you need to go within a matter of minutes.”  Hawk did as he was told and sure enough, he felt the strong urge to go within five minutes of drinking the vial.  As he prepared to pull his pants down to perform the deed, Lisa began squirming. “You’re all crazy if you think I’m going to let myself get peed on,” said Lilith as she tried to move her arms.  Lilith quickly grabbed hold of them and proceeded to sit on Lisa’s back so that she couldn’t move. “Hurry up.  The potion I used on Lisa won’t last much longer.” “Right,” said Hawk as he pulled his pants down so that he would not have to worry about dripping on his pants while spraying the rashy area. “Sorry about this Lisa,” he said as he began spraying her butt with his piss.  Lisa began screaming as the warmth of Hawk’s piss began spreading around her butt, simultaneously irritating some off the spots that she had scratched raw. “PLEASE STOP!” she screamed, tears of pain and embarrassment running down her eyes as she did her best to turn her head to face Hawk.  When Hawk saw the pained look on her face, he pinched off his stream. “What the hell are you doing?” screamed Lilith looking at Hawk. “You need to keep treating the area.  If we don’t treat it now and it gets infected, the situation could become a lot more dangerous.  Man up and finish what you started.”  Hawk knew that Lilith was right.  He began to remember the stories his father used to tell him about how infection could be just as deadly as being run through with a sword.  With new found determination, he resumed his stream, making sure to spray every inch of Lisa’s butt.  As Lisa’s screams resumed, Hawk told her, “Don’t worry, it will all be over soon.”  After his piss stream ceased, Lilith told him that they would need to give it a few minutes for Lisa’s butt to dry.  While they were waiting, Lilith grabbed another towel and placed next to the one that Lisa was laying on.  Minutes passed until Lilith decided that Lisa’s butt was dry enough.  “Now move her to the clean towel and roll her over on her back,” ordered Lilith.  While not understanding why, Hawk did as she said.  What he saw next horrified him.  The area around Lucy’s pussy was rashy as well.  Seeing a look of hesitation in Hawk’s eyes, Lilith said, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat this next one.  I’m warning you now that it’s going to be painful for her so I’ll need you to try to keep her calm.  Hold her down if you have to.” Lilith, who favored skirts over pants, proceeded to remove her skirt and panties.  She then hovered directly above Lisa’s pussy.  Using one of her bandaged hands, she spread Lisa’s labia to see if the rash had spread there as well and unfortunately it had, but not badly.  Lilith then used her free hand to spread her own labia and released her own piss stream over Lisa’s pussy and inner thighs.  The pain of the urine hitting the rash made Lisa start screaming again, except this time the screams were louder and more blood curdling. Not knowing what else to do, Hawk grabbed Lisa’s head and gently placed it on his lap.  He placed his hands on her cheeks and told her, “Just keep looking at me okay.  Everything is going to be alright.”  The softness of Hawk’s words and the gentleness in his eyes were reassuring to Lisa.  Her screaming changed into a more relaxed deep breathing.  For just a few seconds, Hawk happened to look up and saw the look of concern and concentration on Lilith’s face as she did her best to maneuver her golden stream to where it needed to go.  Hawk closed his eyes for a moment and thanked the gods that Lilith had been there to help. By the time Lilith was finished, Lisa had passed out, her head still being cradled in Hawk’s lap.  Lilith couldn’t help but notice that Lizzy had been watching the entire scene play out with almost an animal like hunger in her eyes.  Lizzy had had her hands between her legs, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles were almost white.  Even though Lizzy was wearing Hawk’s borrowed shirt made of slightly thicker material, Lilith could see her nipples slightly sticking out.  She had also noticed that Lizzy’s breathing had been heavier and more fast paced than usual and her face was an almost erotic shade of red, made almost more erotic by the way she was biting her lower lip. The moment that Hawk turned his head around to face Lizzy he knew that something was off.  He gently placed Lisa’s head on the towel as he got up and walked over to Lizzy.  Not really thinking of how embarrassing it might be for her, Hawk placed his forehead against hers, just as his mother had done for him when he got sick during his childhood days.  “You’re burning up,” said Hawk.  Before he could ask Lilith what they should do to help her, Lizzy fell forward.  As Hawk caught her, he realized that she too was no longer conscious. “It looks like she’s suffering another one of the snake bite’s side effects.  Take her into the tent and place a cold wet cloth on her forehead.  I’ll start making a medicine to bring her fever down,” said Lilith. As Hawk picked up Lizzy and carried her to the tent, Lilith couldn’t help but think to herself that this was going to be a very long night.
Part 5 Following Lizzy’s collapse, Hawk carried her into one of the tents and placed a cold cloth on her forehead like Lilith had ordered him to do.  As he placed a blanket over her, he couldn’t help thinking what a crazy day it had been.  He then exited the tent to help take care of the also unconscious Lisa.  “What are we supposed to do with Lisa?” asked Hawk. “Wrap her in a soft blanket and carry her to one of the other tents and lay her on her side.” responded Lilith as she began carefully removing the bandages she had placed on her hands so as to avoid being contaminated by any of the mandrake root’s oil that might have still been on Lisa’s clothes. “Alright,” said Hawk as he wrapped his sister in the softest blanket they had and carried her into her own tent.  He then gently put her down on her side and ran his fingers through her short brownish red hair.  “Everything’s going to be alright now,” he whispered before exiting the tent.  The moment he left the tent he noticed that Lilith was beginning work on the medicinal powder that would help with Lizzy’s fever.  “Is there anything else I can do?” “Sure.  Take the pot we used during dinner and wash it down by the river and bring it back with as much water as it can carry.  We will then put the clothes and towels in the water and boil away any oils that might be on them.” “Got it,” said Hawk as he grabbed the large pot and carried it off to the river.  Minutes after Hawk left, Lilith finished making the powder.  She then heard moaning coming from inside Lizzy’s tent.  As she entered the tent, she saw that Lizzy was awake and breathing heavily.  “Tell me what your feeling,” said Lilith as she crawled over to Lizzy and sat down beside her. “My entire body feels like it’s on fire and I’m sweating bad,” whined Lizzy, her discomfort becoming more and more noticeable. “This medicine should help deal with the fever.  As for the sweating, it might be better to strip you down a bit to help cool you off,” said Lilith as she handed Lizzy the medicine.  After Lizzy finished the medicine, Lilith helped her strip down, revealing that she was not wearing underwear.  While Lilith thought about teasing her for this, she ultimately decided that it wasn’t the right time to do so.  As Lilith grabbed the shirt that Hawk had lent Lizzy she said, “I’ll just give this back to Hawk.” “No!” screamed Lizzy as she sat up and yanked the shirt out of Lilith’s hands.  She then noticed the confused look on Lilith’s face.  “There’s no need to do that.  I’ll return it to him after I wash it.” “Okay, I’ll just leave it here then,” said Lilith, having realized Lizzy had grown an attachment to the shirt and possibly to its wearer.  “I’ll come back in to check on you in a little bit.”  As she exited the tent, Hawk was just returning from the river. As he set the pot down, he looked at Lilith and asked, “How is Lizzy doing?” “She’s awake right now.  I gave her the medicine so the fever should go down soon,” said Lilith as she took the pot and set it above the fire she had used to cook dinner.  “Now I need you to take another pot down to the river and collect water so that we can wash the sweat off her body.”  Hawk did as he was told and set off once again for the river.  As soon as he was gone, Lilith carefully grabbed the towels, clothing, and bandages that might have been exposed to the mandrake root’s oil and threw them into the large pot the moment the water began boiling.  A short while later, Hawk came back with the second pot of water and once again set it down.  “The last thing I need for you to do is to make sure this fire keeps going,” ordered Lilith as she grabbed the pot of cold water and a cloth before making her way back into Lizzy’s tent. As Hawk began stoking the fire, he said to himself “I’m sure glad that Lilith is here.” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The moment Lilith entered the tent with the pot of water, Lizzy asked, “What are you planning on doing with that?” “Don’t worry, I’m just here to wipe some of the sweat off you,” she said as she soaked the cloth in the pot of water.  “Now just sit up and let me do what I need to do.” “Fine,” said Lizzy.  Lilith proceeded to start cleaning Lizzy’s back.  As soon as the cool cloth hit her back, she felt a sharp tingling sensation throughout her body.  With each touch of the cloth on her skin, the tingling sensation became stronger and stronger.  Each water droplet that ran down her back brought with it spikes of ecstasy.  “Please stop,” she moaned, hardly able to handle what was going on inside of her.  Lilith did as she was told and placed the cloth on the floor of the tent.  She then noticed that Lizzy’s body was reacting in a similar fashion to what she had seen after Lisa’s treatment. “Wait a second.  Are you getting off on this?” asked Lilith. “Of course not,” replied Lizzy, although the crack in her voice told Lilith otherwise.  When Lizzy saw that Lilith was not buying it, she decided to tell the truth.  “Fine, you’re right.  But it’s not what you think.  My body is reacting on its own.  I don’t have control of it.  It must be that increase in sexual desire effect that you told me could happen as a result of the snake bite.” “I highly doubt that.  That side effect was a lie.  What your feeling right now is actually a side effect of the potion I gave you to stop your trembling,” replied Lilith. “Why would you do something like that?” “The moment I saw the trembling side-effect from the snake bite, I knew I was going to have to give you a potion.  However, I also knew that one of the potion’s ingredients can be used as an aphrodisiac and that there was a possibility that it might increase your sexual desires.  I also knew that Hawk would be mad if he knew that I was going to give you a potion with this potential side effect so I came up with the snake bite as an excuse for any increase in horniness that you might have incurred as a result of drinking the potion.” “If I had known that I never would have drunken it,” screamed Lizzy, her voice becoming ever louder.  Realizing that Lizzy’s loud voice might alert Hawk, Lilith quickly wrapped her hands around Lizzy’s mouth.  “Mmmmmmfff,” cried Lizzy as she struggled to get Lilith’s hands off her mouth. “Shut up!” whispered Lilith harshly.  “If Hawk finds out, I’m done for.”  Realizing what Lilith was saying was true, Lizzy calmed down enough that Lilith was able to remove her hands from her mouth.  “Just for the record, I didn’t lie to you to be cruel.  I did it because I knew that if I told you about the potential side effects that you wouldn’t drink the potion and that the trembling would get far worse before it could get better.  Please don’t tell Hawk.” “I won’t,” said Lizzy.  “But you need to fix this now.” “I can do that but you won’t like it.  Just try to stay quiet okay.”  Before Lizzy could ask Lilith what she meant by that, Lilith grabbed Lizzy in a tight embrace from behind and began fondling Lizzy’s breasts. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!  PLEASE STOP!” Lizzy loudly whispered.  She could feel Lilith’s hands caressing her nipples in a way that was far more skillful than what Lisa had done to her earlier at the river.  If Lilith washing her back had only brought on spikes of ecstasy, what she was doing to her now was creating a series of ecstasy explosions.  Within less than a minute, she could no longer find the words to speak, her words now being replaced by the moans she was working so hard to repress. “The quickest way to treat horniness brought on by magic is to satisfy your sexual urges.  The moment you finish, so too does the aphrodisiac.  I’m merely helping things along.”  Lilith then slipped one of her hands down Lizzy’s crotch and began to rub it.  The moment she did that, Lizzy opened her mouth to let out a scream.  However, Lilith was ready for this and used her other hand to muffle Lizzy’s scream.  Unfortunately for Lilith, Lizzy was counting on this and bit down on Lilith’s hand the moment she tried to stifle her scream.  As Lilith yanked her hand back, Lizzy broke free from her and managed to scoot away. “I told you to stop,” said Lizzy as firmly as she could as she turned to face Lilith.  By this point, Lizzy was using her arms to cover her bare breasts as a defense against Lilith’s advances. “Would you rather have Hawk do it?” asked Lilith as she began sucking the blood that was coming from the bite marks on her hand. “Absolutely not.  How could you even suggest such a thing?” Lilith could see how uncomfortable Lizzy was at having heard such a thing but decided to push her a little further.  “Well, I just thought that since you and Hawk are together and all it wouldn’t be such a big deal to have him do it.” “Where did you get such an idea?” asked a red-faced Lizzy. “Lisa told me that she saw you kiss him earlier.  I just assumed that it meant you and Hawk are a couple.” “Hawk and I are just friends.  Nothing more and nothing less.  It’s been that way since the day we met.  What Lisa saw was nothing more than me repaying a bet that I lost,” explained Lizzy, no longer able to make eye contact with Lilith. As Lilith looked at Lizzy’s face, she could tell that there was more to Lizzy’s feelings than she was letting on and decided that the only way to find out the truth was to provoke her.  “You know, among the types of people I dislike in this world, I especially loathe cowards who cannot be honest with themselves and have use a mask to hide their true feelings.  And if you want to know what I think about you right now, I think you’re probably one of the biggest cowards I’ve ever seen.  Hawk deserves better than the likes of you.”  Lilith could see that her words were getting underneath Lizzy’s skin.  Now it was time to push her to the limit.  “You know I’ve had my eye on Hawk for a while now but I’ve held myself back out of consideration for you since I thought that you were in love with him.  But since you’re telling me that you’re nothing more than friends, I think that maybe I’ll pursue him myself.  He and I would make a pretty great couple, don’t’ you think?” “SHUT UP!  YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I FEEL!” she screamed, tears beginning to form in her eyes.   “Quit acting as though you know everything and that every problem has a simple solution.  This problem is not like that.  I honestly don’t know how I feel about Hawk.” “Bullshit,” scoffed Lilith in attempt to push Lizzy even further past her breaking point.  “Deep down you know exactly how you feel about Hawk but you’re afraid that by revealing your feelings to him that he might reject you or that you might destroy your friendship.  Face it, you’ve just been stringing him along out of fear that he might leave you if he knew you’re true feelings.  While I can’t force you to stop, I will warn you that the longer you wait, the more likely a rival will swoop in and take him away.  If that happens, then you will truly be all alone.”  As she said these things, she actually began to feel angry at Lizzy for taking advantage of Hawk’s kindness all this time while never answering his affections.  “I have to go check in on Lisa now.  Do what you want, though I suggest you hurry up and satisfy your urges before they get worse.”  With that, she left the tent and went over to Lisa’s tent to make sure she was doing okay. As Lizzy sat alone in her tent, she couldn’t help but feel that Lilith had a point.  Could it truly be possible that deep down she had known what her feelings towards Hawk were and that she spent so much of her life repressing these feelings out of fear of being hurt or hurting him that she could no longer contemplate her true feelings?  All she knew at that moment was that she was more confused than ever and that thanks to Lilith’s potion, her sexual frustrations were building.  “I guess I have no choice,” she said as she reached her hand towards her crotch and laid down on the tent floor.  The moment her fingers began to move, so too did her moans of pleasure and ecstasy. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. While Hawk was stoking the fire, he began to hear what sounded like moaning coming from Lizzy’s tent.  Fearing that her condition was getting worse, he shot up and began moving toward her tent.  He was just mere feet way when Lilith came out of Lisa’s tent and intercepted him before he could go any further.  “Get out of my way Lilith.  Lizzy’s in pain and I need to help her.” “Trust me when I say that going in there right now will not do anything to help her,” stated Lilith as she began pushing Hawk away from the tent.  “If you want to be of some use, why don’t you go refill all our flasks with water.”  Lilith then walked over to her pouch ad grabbed her flask and her journal.  She then flipped to a page of a weird looking plant and said, “While you’re at the river I’ll need you to pick this plant for me.  I need it just in case I have to make more medicine.” “Alright,” said Hawk as he turned around, grabbed his pouch and the flasks and prepared to make his way back to the river.  By this time, the sun had gone down and the night sky was now illuminated with thousands of stars. Before Hawk could leave, Lilith shouted, “Don’t you need a lantern or something?  Do you want me to summon a familiar who can light the way?” “No need,” said Hawk as he turned to face her, his once brown eyes now green as a cat’s.  “While I can’t perform magic, my father did teach me how to use my spiritual energy to strengthen my ability to see in the dark.”  Hawk noticed that Lilith seemed confused.  “As you know, magic is essentially the conversion of spiritual energy into one of the eight magical elements - water, air, fire, nature, light, lightning, ice, and darkness - from which all spells are born.  While most humans lack the capacity to convert their spiritual energy into one of these magical elements, it is possible to channel one’s spiritual energy into different body parts thereby enhancing one’s senses or physical strength.  By channeling it into my eyes, I can see almost as well in the dark as I can during the day.” “That’s cool I guess,” said Lilith, slightly intrigued by the notion of using spiritual energy to enhance the body instead of using magic.  “Anyway, you should get going.”  And Hawk did just that.  As he walked away, Lilith breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that Hawk had no idea what was actually going on in Lizzy’s tent. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It took a bit longer for Hawk to reach the river than usual, because even though he could see in the dark, the path was still extremely dangerous at night.  When he finally reached the river, he knelt down and began filling the flasks with water.  As he did so, he began to think about the side effects that Lilith had mentioned could result from the snake bite.  The one that had really stood out was an increase in sexual desire.  He had spent a good chunk of time since then questioning whether Lizzy kissing him was a result of the snake bite increasing her sexual desires.  He also questioned whether Lizzy holding his dick earlier was the result of curiosity towards the art of piss writing or the result of her being horny. Suddenly, it occurred to Hawk that the moaning he heard coming from Lizzy’s tent might not have been moans of pain but something else entirely.  Perhaps something more sexual.    As he placed one of the full flasks on the ground beside him, he began to envision Lizzy laying in her tent completely naked, drops of sweat glistening on her body.  He could see her face flush with ecstasy, one hand caressing her supple breast and the other playfully dancing along her nether region.  He could hear her trying to stifle her moans so that no one would hear her, not knowing that it only made her look and sound more erotic.  Hawk could feel himself stiffen as he thought these things and before he knew it, he was stroking the crotch of his pants.  He was quickly brought back to reality when he accidentally knocked over the uncapped flask causing some of its contents to soak the side of his pants. “Just what the hell was I thinking about just now?” he asked himself aloud.  “There is absolutely no way that Lizzy would ever do a naughty thing like that, especially when she could easily be caught doing it.”  Suddenly an idea hit him.  “Or maybe she was doing something like that and wanted me to catch her in the act.  I mean that could be the ultimate turn on for an elegant girl like her whose been taken over by her sexual desire.”  The very thought served to arouse him all the more.  “Dammit! Now I’m all confused,” he screamed as he began messing his hair in frustration.  Deciding that there was no use in thinking about it, he went back to filling up the flasks. As soon as he finished filling the flasks, he stood up and began looking for the plant Lilith had showed him.  While looking around, he saw what looked like the plant from the picture he saw.  As he walked over to it, he grabbed one of the leaves and thought to himself that it felt slightly oily.  He simply shrugged his shoulders and began digging the plant out of the ground all the while completely unaware of what he was digging out. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Back at the campsite, Lilith was busy stoking the fire.  As she was doing so, she couldn’t help but feel that something was amiss and that it had to do with Hawk.  She looked over at her journal which she had placed beside her while she tended the fire.  Without thinking much of it, she grabbed the journal and began thumbing through the pages.  She suddenly stopped on one of the pages and looked down at it in horror.  The picture of the plant that she had showed Hawk was not the one that she needed to make medicine, rather it was a sketch of the pygmy mandrake root.  It was then that she realized in her haste to get Hawk out of the campsite that she hadn’t really been looking at the sketch she had showed him.  Quickly grabbing her pouch, she ran off in the direction of the river.  Luckily for her, succubi are highly adept at seeing in the dark which would make it much easier to find her way.  She only hoped that she would make it in time. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. While Lilith was on a mission to stop Hawk from doing something stupid, Lisa who had been unconscious for the last couple hours had finally woken up.  The first question she asked herself was why was she laying in her tent, naked from the waist down, underneath a blanket.  Suddenly she began to remember how Hawk and Lilith and both taken turns peeing on her in order to treat her rash.  While she hated that they did that despite her telling them not to, she knew that she needed to thank them.  As she tried to get up, she quickly realized she was not able to move her body.  What was worse was that she was now feeling a really strong urge to pee.  Not wanting to piss herself, she cried out, “Is anybody there?  I can’t get my body to move and I really need to pee.  Can someone please help me?”  She waited silently in the tent but there was no response.   Minutes passed and nobody came.  She cried out three more times in the space of twenty minutes but nobody came for her. Lisa finally realized that either nobody was around or that if they were, they couldn’t hear her.  She could feel the pressure building up in her bladder.  All the while she couldn’t understand exactly why her desperation was so strong.  She had always prided herself on being able to hold her piss for hours on end when she really needed to.  In fact, her personal record was about twelve hours which she had done on a dare.  Lisa couldn’t help but think that her paralysis and bladder desperation were the result of the potion that Lilith had given her earlier. A couple more minutes passed before Lisa began to feel something warm dripping down her legs.  The first few drops of piss made her realize that it was only a matter of time before the dam would burst.  While this was not the first time that she had pissed herself, it was certainly the first time in years that it had happened accidentally.  Another minute passed before she finally gave in and allowed the torrent of piss to run down the side of her legs and pool beneath her.  As she was laying on her side, the puddle of piss she created began to spread upward.  Her ordeal lasted about two minutes and by the time she was done, she had soaked the portion of the blanket covering her bottom half, most of the tent floor, and even the side of her shirt right up to her shoulder.  While she was finally free of her desperation, she was now stuck sitting in her own piss until someone saw fit to come check on her.  She prayed that somebody would come soon for while she didn’t mind being wet, she found the smell of this particular piss puddle to be especially foul. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. While Lisa was busy lying in her own piss, Lizzy was in her own tent completely deaf to what was going on in the world outside that tent.  She had tried stroking herself in several different ways and positions for the past twenty minutes, yet she was still no closer to finding her release.  As she turned over on her side, she noticed the shirt Hawk lent her sitting in the spot that Lilith had left it earlier.  Not knowing what else to do, Lizzy sat up and grabbed the shirt.  She then placed the shirt up to her nose and inhaled deeply.  Despite her having worn it, Lizzy could still smell Hawk’s sweat from when they had sparred earlier.  While she typically hated the smell of sweat, this smell was somehow different, perhaps even intoxicating.  She lay back down, once again on her side As she held the shirt up to her nose, she suddenly began to think about seeing Hawk naked at the river earlier in the day.  She thought about the way his muscles had glistened in the sun.  Her mind then moved to how Hawk had stood there in all his naked glory as if he did not care if anybody saw him.  She could even remember how Hawk had stiffened at the very sight of her naked body, something she had always been told was a sign of sexual attraction.  Whether it was more than that or not, Lizzy didn’t seem to care because the thought of Hawk reacting to her body in such a manner was somehow making her feel good.  Then she remembered how they had touched each other’s sensitive areas when they were pissing earlier in the day.  The thought of her touching his dick and him touching her pussy made her feel dirty and yet she still wanted more.   It was as though her erotic side that had long been dormant inside of her was finally breaking free.  It was both scary and exciting. Without really realizing it, Lizzy began to move her free hand back down to her crotch.  She began stroking one more, this time all her thoughts were on Hawk.  It didn’t take very long for her to finally reach her peak and the moment she did, all the sexual desire that had been building up inside her began to vanish.  As she removed her hand from her crotch, she rolled over on to her back, her lungs panting and her heart beating rapidly.  Suddenly she felt the urge to pee.  Not really caring if anybody saw her, Lizzy snuck out of her tent completely naked.  She then walked behind a bush that was behind her tent and proceeded to squat down.  As she let it flow, she couldn’t help but think about how good she felt after having gone through what she had just went through.  Of course, it wasn’t until she got back into her tent and saw the small stains on the blanket and tent floor that she began to feel embarrassed at what she had done. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Back at the river, Hawk had finally succeeded in digging out the plant.  As he prepared to put the plant in his pouch, he heard a female voice scream, “STOP!!!” As Hawk looked up he saw Lilith tearing through the trees.  “DROP THAT PLANT NOW!”  Hawk did as he was told. “What’s going on?  I thought this was the plant I was supposed to get.” “That’s the wrong plant,” exclaimed Lilith as she tried to catch her breath.  “I accidentally showed you a picture of the same plant that caused Lisa’s rash.  We need to treat your hands right away.”  Lilith grabbed one of the flasks from Hawk’s pouch and began pouring the water over Hawk’s hands.  “We need to get as much of the oil off your hands as we can before we can start treatment.” “Wait a second.  You’re not going to pee on my hands, are you?” “We don’t have much choice,” replied Lilith as she put the flask down, lifted her skirt and removed her panties.  “Now hold out your hands and remember to move them around in the piss stream so that every spot is covered.”   Hawk placed his hands out in front of him.  Lilith then moved in closer so that she was now standing directly over his hands.  Using both her hands to hold her skirt up, she began peeing what was first a small trickle and then a small waterfall of piss.  Hawk began moving his hands around in the stream, lathering his hands with Lilith’s piss.  He could feel the foamy warmth through his fingers and felt both disgusted yet sort of turned on at the same time.  By the time Lilith was done, there wasn’t a dry spot on Hawk’s hands.  They were then forced to wait several minutes for his hands to dry before Lilith bandaged them up as a precaution. “Thank you,” he said. “You’re welcome,” she responded back, blushing a little.  As the two began making their way back to camp Lilith asked, “Hawk, how would you feel if somebody that you cared deeply for but weren’t in love with confessed their feelings to you?” “That’s a weird question,” said Hawk.  He had to stop a moment to think about it.  “I guess I would feel happy that they cared about me that way,” he said with a carefree smile. “Would you accept their feelings and learn to love them the same way that they love you?” Hawk was silent for a moment as he thought about the question.  “Honestly, I think that would be a bad deal for the confessor.  While it may be possible to learn to love somebody over time, I think trying to force a love that isn’t there would only serve to hurt the confessor more than they would be if they were turned down outright.”    “I see, “said Lilith with a hint of sadness in her voice.  Hawk couldn’t stop wondering why Lilith was asking these questions but figured he was better off not asking. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Not long after returning to the camp, Lilith went to check in on Lisa and found her lying in her own piss, unable to move.  Lilith was then forced to clean her up and had to allow Lisa to sleep in her tent.  Luckily by the time Lisa was cleaned off, the paralysis was beginning to wear off.  As Lilith lay in her tent that night, she couldn’t help but think about what Hawk had said and how complicated things might get in the near future.  As she turned over, she noticed that Lisa had already fallen asleep.  As she looked at her, a single tear ran down from her eye as she said, “It looks like you and I are in the same boat from here on out.  One that is surely destined to sink before it meets its destination.” To be Continued…..
Part 6 While everyone else had fallen asleep, Lizzy tossed and turned in her tent as she thought about what Lilith had said to her.  Deep down she knew she was a coward and that her cowardice could cause her to lose Hawk one day to another woman.  The very thought terrified her, although she didn’t understand why.  Hawk had promised that he’d always stay by her side no matter what, but what did he mean by that?  Did he mean it as a friend? As a potential lover?  She didn’t know what to think.  All she knew was that Lilith was right when she said that Hawk deserved better.  As she turned over on her side, she couldn’t help but think that Hawk was wasting his time on a broken girl like herself.  She knew he was the kind of guy who would throw away his happiness for the sake of others and she began to fear that he only wanted to be with her for her sake.  If this were true, she couldn’t allow that to happen.  It was in the darkness of that tent that she made up her mind as to how she would move forward. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The sun was just beginning to rise when Lizzy exited her tent.  As she stood up and began stretching, she noticed that Lilith was already up and getting ready to prepare breakfast.  Lizzy thought about saying something but decided it was best not to.  Of course, that didn’t stop Lilith from speaking to her.  “Did thinking of Hawk help you at all last night?” taunted Lilith. “Honestly, its none of your business,” said Lizzy, now slightly irritated.  “You know, you said some pretty hurtful things last night.” “So what?” asked Lilith.  “If you’re asking for an apology, don’t waste your breath.  I have nothing to apologize for.  Everything I said was true.  You are a coward and Hawk deserves better than you.  Last night I was only teasing when I said that I might make a move on Hawk, but now I’m serious.  If you can’t figure out your feelings for him, then you should just stay away from him.  Don’t worry I’ll be sure to give him what he needs.” Lizzy began clenching her fists in anger.  “I might be a coward, but at least I’m not hiding behind a mask.” “And just what is that supposed to mean?”  The look on Lilith’s face told Lizzy that she had struck a nerve. “You act as though you don’t care about what others think about you, but deep down you really do.  You pull pranks because that’s the only way you know how to get people’s attention.  You say that you want friends but then you do things to drive them away when they get too close.  The reality is that you don’t want anyone to see that you’re just a scared and lonely little girl who craves the kindness of others in order to validate your own existence.  Honestly, I’d rather be a coward than be like you.” “YOU BITCH!!!” screamed Lilith as she tackled Lizzy and began punching her.  “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me.  Why don’t you go back home and live in the lap of luxury like the little princess that you are?” “DON’T CALL ME PRINCESS!” screamed Lizzy as she pushed Lilith off of her and began throwing a few punches of her own.  Soon enough the two girls were rolling around in the dirt, throwing punches and pulling at each other’s hair, each desperately trying to gain an advantage. “STOP!!!” screamed a female voice as Lilith was grabbed from behind and yanked off of Lizzy.  Before she knew it, Lilith was trapped in one of Lisa’s chokeholds.  “Why the hell are you two fighting?” “It’s none of your business,” spat Lilith angrily, a couple drops of blood running down the side of her mouth from a busted upper lip. “Well I’m ending it,” said Hawk as he exited his tent.  “I don’t know what has gotten into you two and honestly I don’t care.  This is not how members of our guild are supposed to act towards one another.  Until you two sort this out, you need to stay away from each other.” “Fine,” said Lilith as she broke free of Lisa’s chokehold.   “I’m going for a walk.”  And with that she walked off into the forest. “Are you alright?” asked Hawk as he knelt beside Lizzy and offered her a cloth to wipe away the blood coming from her nose. “I’m just fine,” said Lizzy not wanting to say anything more.  She noticed that Hawk was looking off in the direction that Lilith had walked off to and wondered what he was thinking.  As Hawk stared off into the forest, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Shortly after leaving camp, Lilith found a rotted tree stump to sit on and began tending to her wounds.  As she thought about what had just happened, an image of Hawk’s face took center stage in her mind.  When he had looked at her, Lilith could sense in him a feeling of disgust.  The look he had given her was one that was all too familiar. “Damnit,” she screamed as she banged her fist on the stump.  “This is all her fault.”  Suddenly she felt a sharp pounding in her head, the pain was almost enough to make her double over.  It was then that she realized she wasn’t alone. “You’re absolutely right.  It is all that bitch’s fault,” said a female voice.  As Lilith looked up, she was shocked to see that the person standing before her was a red-eyed version of herself. “Who are you?” asked a now terrified Lilith. “I thought it was obvious.  I’m you.  At least the succubus side of you anyway.” “What do you want?” asked Lilith, not really sure whether to believe the look-alike. “I merely want to help you.  That Lizzy girl has been standing in our way for far too long.  It is time for us to make our move.  We will take Hawk by force if we have to.” “I won’t do that,” replied Lilith. “It’s cute that you think you have a choice,” said the doppelgänger as it approached her.  “If you won’t do it, then I guess I’ll just have to take over.”  Suddenly the pain in Lilith’s head became a hundred times worse.  In seconds Lilith was overwhelmed by the pain and passed out.  “Now it’s my turn to be in control,” said the doppelgänger with an evil smile on her face. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Two hours had passed and Lilith had still not returned to camp.  Getting worried, Hawk stated, “She’s been gone too long.  I’m going to go look for her.”  He then set off into the forest.  Hawk walked for what must have been about twenty minutes in the direction he had seen her leave in but could not find her.  Noticing a tall hill, he decided to climb it to see if he could get a better view.  As he stood at the top of the hill, he looked in all directions but could see nothing to indicate where she could have run off too.  Just as he was getting ready to leave, he heard rustling behind him.  Before he even had a chance to turn around, he felt something slam into his back causing him to lose his balance and fall down the hill.  As he hit the bottom, he blacked out for a few seconds. As Hawk came to, he could feel something heavy on his chest.  Opening his eyes, he saw that Lilith was sitting on top of him, only something was off about her.  Her once emerald green eyes were now a ruby red.  While Lisa had told him about seeing this once before, Hawk had thought that it was just Lisa’s imagination.  But now seeing it for himself, Hawk felt extremely uneasy.  “You took quite a nasty fall,” said Lilith as she stared into Hawk’s eyes.  “Why don’t you just lie there while I make it all better.”  Before he could ask what she meant by that.  He watched as Lilith removed her shirt, exposing her enormous breasts to him.  She then grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts.  “Feel free to play with them as much as you like.” Realizing that Lilith was not acting like herself, Hawk quickly moved his hands away and asked, “Lilith, just what do you think you’re doing?” “I’m trying to pleasure you of course,” replied Lilith in a seductive tone.  “You’ve spent so much time vying for the affections of an uptight little princess that your body must be overflowing with sexual tension.  I can relieve it for you, all you have to do is say yes.” “You’re out of your mind,” said Hawk as he tried to get out from underneath her but found himself barely able to move.  “What did you do to me?” “Don’t worry, it’s just a little magic to keep you in place in case you decided to try and resist me.”  Lilith then crawled over Hawk’s body so that she was now hovering directly over Hawk’s face.  As she hiked up her skirt, she asked, “Would you care for a drink?” “Hell no,” said Hawk, but just as he said it, a cascade of piss rained down from above him, dousing his face to the point that he began struggling to breathe.  Realizing that he could possibly drown, he desperately began putting all of his efforts into trying to get one of his hands to move.  His efforts payed off as he managed to move one hand and clamp down onto Lilith’s pussy.  He could feel the warm spray spread along his fingers and the palm of his hand.  While he could still feel stray droplets spraying his face, he was at least able to breathe now. “Ahhhh,” she moaned as she felt his hand touching her most sensitive area.  She could feel her stream ricocheting off his hands, simultaneously dousing her thighs with droplets of piss which were in seconds running down the sides of her inner legs.  Suddenly she could feel Hawk’s fingers moving in a desperate attempt to get her off of him.  Despite being the aggressor, she found she did not like being touched this way.  Grabbing a rock lying next to her, she quickly slammed the rock into the side of Hawk’s head, causing him to pass out.  As she got off of him, she couldn’t help but feel violated.  “Filthy human,” she screamed as she grabbed her shirt and ran off into the forest. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Almost an hour had passed since Hawk left to find Lilith.  Concerned that something might have happened to them, both Lizzy and Lisa set off in search of their guildmates.  Lilith was the one they found first.  She was lying unconscious on the ground near a tree stump.  Lisa ran over to her and began shaking her, “Lilith wake up.”  Her shaking worked as Lilith began to come to.  “Where’s Hawk?” asked Lisa. “I thought he was back at the camp,” replied Lilith, still a bit groggy. “He left the camp to go find you,” said Lizzy.  “He’s been gone too long.  For all we know he could be lying hurt somewhere.” “Don’t worry,” said a voice coming from the tree line.  Lizzy looked up and saw Hawk walking towards them.  The right side of his head was caked with dirt and blood and he smelled of piss. “What happened to you?” asked Lizzy as she ran over to him. “Why don’t you ask Lilith?  She’s the one who did this to me.” Both Lisa and Lizzy turned their attention to Lilith, completely shocked at what they had just heard.  Lilith looked at Hawk and pleaded “You’ve got to believe me when I say I have no idea what you are talking about.  I’ve been lying here unconscious the whole time.”  As Hawk looked into her now emerald green eyes he thought that she seemed to be telling the truth. “Well then how do you explain the wound on my head and the fact that I smell like piss?” asked Hawk, not quite sure what to think anymore. “Maybe you hit your head and were knocked unconscious.  It’s possible that you dreamt that I did this to you.” “If it was a dream caused by hitting my head, then how do you explain the piss smell?” asked Hawk.  “Well there are a lot of animals around here,” replied Lilith, “maybe one of them decided claim you as their territory “I guess you could be right,” said Hawk since he couldn’t prove that she was the culprit.  “Either way I’m going to go wash off.”  Hawk proceeded to walk back to camp, grabbed his clothes and went off to the river.  The three girls walked back to the camp in silence shortly thereafter, not really sure of what was going on. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. A short while later, Hawk entered the river and was glad that it was warmer than it had been the day before.  As he prepared to start washing himself, he heard rustling behind him.  Turning around, he was shocked to see Lilith at the water’s edge.  “Are you here to steal my clothes again?” asked Hawk, as he prepared himself to chase after her in case she tried to do it. “Not this time,” said Lilith.  “I came here ask if you would let me wash your back since I can’t help feeling that what happened to you happened because you were looking for me.” “Do what you want,” said Hawk as he turned around.  As he did so Lilith began removing her clothes. “Hawk, could you face me for a second?” asked Lilith.   As Hawk turned around he was shocked to see Lilith standing in front of him.  What shocked him even more was that her once flawless white skin was now covered in scars and burn marks that looked to be fairly old. “What’s going on?” asked a clearly confused Hawk.  “Where did all these wounds come from?” “These wounds were given to me by my grandfather, the chief of my village.  That man took great pleasure punishing me anytime I did something he did not like which was pretty much everything I did.  He didn’t like the idea of having a mixblood granddaughter and he made sure that I knew it every day.  He is the reason that I left my village.” “Why have I never seen them before?” “I hid them with magic because I was ashamed of what people would think if they saw them.  Believe me, I know how disgusting I must look to you,” said Lilith tearfully as she entered the river.  She was shocked when Hawk waded over to her and grabbed her in a tight embrace.  “I don’t think that at all,” he said.  “I think you’re beautiful just the way you are, with or without magic.” Tears began falling down Lilith’s cheeks as she said, “I need you to know the truth.  I am in love with you, I have been since the Knight’s Exam four years ago.”  Hawk remained silent.   “I know that your heart belongs to Lizzy, but do you think you could learn to love me?” “I already love you,” said Hawk, “but as a friend, nothing more.”  He could see the hurt in her eyes.  “I’m sorry.” “If I can’t be your number one, then please allow me to be your mistress.  Allow me to do the things that she won’t so that maybe you could learn to love me the way I love you.” Hawk grabbed her shoulders and hung his head, doing his best to hold himself together.  He knew that Lilith had her problems, but he never knew that she was this messed up.  “I’m sorry but I can’t do that.  It wouldn’t be fair to Lizzy and more importantly it wouldn’t be fair to you.” “I don’t care,” replied Lilith, becoming more and more desperate.  “Just give me a chance.  Kiss me right here, right now.  If you feel nothing then I will give up.”  Hawk not seeing any other choice gently caressed her tear-stained cheek and said, “Alright.”  He then pulled her in closer and kissed her.  Their lips only parted when Hawk heard a rustling coming from the river’s edge.  As he looked up, he noticed that standing at the river’s edge was none other than Lizzy. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” said a stunned Lizzy doing her best to avoid eye contact. “It’s not what you think,” said Hawk as he let go of Lilith and began to move towards her.  But before he could get any closer, Lizzy turned around and took off at full speed through the forest.  Hawk quickly threw on his clean pair of pants and ran after her leaving Lilith by herself. “Why her?” Lilith asked, tears streaming down her eyes.  “Am I not good enough for you?”  As she said it, she heard a familiar laugh coming from the other side of the river.  Turning around, she once again saw her red-eyed doppelgänger. “You beginning to see it now, aren’t you?” taunted the doppelgänger.  “The only one standing in the way of you and Hawk being together is Lizzy.  If she were no longer around, you could have Hawk all to yourself.   All you have to do is make it look like a tragic accident.” “I won’t do that,” screamed Lilith.  “Lizzy is my friend.  I won’t physically harm her just so that I can get what I want.” “You stupid little fool.  She’s not your friend, she’s your enemy.  They say all is fair in love and war.” “I don’t care. I still won’t do it.” “Fine.  The other alternative is to take what you want by force.  You’re a mighty succubus and Hawk is a lowly human.  If he rejects you, then use magic or physical force to get your way.” “How would I do it?” asked Lilith, slowly falling prey to the words of her dark half. “A love potion of course.  Once he drinks it, he will be yours forever.” With that, the doppelgänger turned and walked out of Lilith’s line of sight.  This left Lilith to wonder if she really could do such a despicable thing. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. After running for several minutes, Lizzy stopped and leaned against a big tree, confident that she had outrun Hawk who had been chasing after her.  As she thought about the kiss she had witnessed between a naked Lilith and Hawk, she could feel a tight throbbing pain in her chest.  She placed her hand over heart and slowly slid down the tree into a sitting position.  “Why did I run away and why does my chest hurt?” she asked herself.  No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get the image of Hawk and Lilith out of her mind.  Suddenly she felt something wet hit her hand and roll down her arm.  As she touched her face, she realized for the first time that tears were streaming down her face.  “Why am I crying?” she asked herself as she desperately tried to wipe away her tears with her hands.  Of course, she knew the answers to all these questions.  She was just now coming to the realization that she had waited too long to tell Hawk how she felt and now it was too late.  As these thoughts raced through her mind, she found herself no longer able to hold back the flow of tears.  Suddenly she became painfully aware that there was somebody standing next to her. “What’s wrong?” asked Hawk as he squatted down to her level. “It’s nothing.  Just leave me be.” “If it were nothing, you wouldn’t be crying.  I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.” “I said it’s nothing, so why don’t you go back and kiss Lilith some more,” spat Lizzy. “So that’s the problem,” said Hawk, although he had known it all along.  “It’s not what you think.  While she did confess to me, I turned her down.  However, she said she wouldn’t accept it unless I could kiss her and tell her that I felt nothing.  That is what I was in the middle of doing when you came by.” “And what did you feel?” asked Lizzy as she averted his gaze. “Absolutely nothing.” “Why did you turn her down in the first place?  I mean she’s pretty, smart, and will do just about anything you want her too.  Isn’t that what most guys want?” “Maybe so, but I already have somebody I’m in love with.”  As Lizzy turned to face Hawk, he said, “The one I’m in love with is you.  I’ve felt this way ever since we were children and I’m sure I’ll feel this way until the day I die.” “I don’t believe you,” said Lizzy as she stood up and turned her back to him.  “You think you can tell me such things after I just witnessed you kissing another girl and honestly believe that I would instantly trust what you say.  I might be naïve but I’m not an idiot.” “I never said you were,” replied Hawk.  He then grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him.  “But I will do whatever it takes until you believe me.”  Before Lizzy could get away, Hawk pulled her into a tight embrace and passionately kissed her. “Stop,” she said as she tried to pull away from him. “Not until you believe me,” he responded.  He kissed her again, this time though she didn’t fight back.  As their lips parted for a second time, he stared deep into her eyes and said, “I love you Lizzy.”  Their lips locked once more, this time Lizzy being the one to instigate it.  As the third kiss ended, Hawk once again looked into Lizzy’s eyes and said, “Now you know how I feel about you.  How do you feel about me?” Lizzy blushed as she replied, “I honestly don’t know, my head’s spinning too fast for me to process what’s going on.”  Hawk merely laughed at her response.  “Don’t worry, I won’t rush you into something you’re not ready for.  I’ll wait patiently until the time comes when you can give me an honest response.” He paused for a moment trying to think of something to change the subject.  “We should probably head back now.  We have a long day ahead of us,” he said extending his hand to Lizzy. “Yes.  And thank you for being so understanding,” she said blushing as she took his hand and allowed him to guide her back to camp.  All the while the two were blissfully unaware of the danger that was just beyond the horizon. To be Continued….
Author's note: The majority of this chapter takes place four years prior to the events of the beginning of the story.  While originally written to be a side story, because of its importance to the next couple chapters of the main story I have decided to make it a part of the main story instead. Part 7 By the time Hawk and Lizzy returned to the camp, Lilith was already there and in the middle of cooking the breakfast she had been planning to make prior to her fight with Lizzy.  Hawk walked over to her and asked if they could they could talk about what had happened at the river.  “Don’t worry about it,” said Lilith, doing her best to have a bright and cheerful smile. “I knew it was a long shot anyway so let’s just forget about it and move on.”  For a moment, Hawk thought he saw a hint of sadness in Lilith’s eyes but decided it was best to drop the subject for now. As the group sat down to eat, Hawk noticed that Lisa seemed rather downcast.  “What’s the matter Lisa?”  Hawk’s words seemed to momentarily snap Lisa out of the trance like state she was in. “Nothing’s wrong,” replied Lisa, doing her best to avoid eye contact with the others.  “Why do you ask?” “It’s just that you’ve hardly touched your breakfast.  Normally you’d be on your second or third helping by now,” said Hawk.  “Are you feeling sick or something?” “I’m telling you I’m just fine.  Stop treating me like a child,” snapped Lisa.  She then noticed that everyone was looking at her, concern spread all over their faces.  Their look of concern annoyed her to the point that she put her plate down and got up from where she was sitting.  “I’m going for a walk.  Don’t follow me.”  And with that she stormed off into the forest. “What’s her deal?” asked Lilith as she picked up Lisa’s plate and scraped the remaining food onto her own.  “She seemed fine yesterday.”  Lilith looked over at Hawk and noticed that he had set his plate down and had buried his face in his hands. “I’m such an idiot,” said Hawk having just remembered what day it was.  “How could I forget what day it is?  No wonder she is so upset.”   By this point, Lizzy had stopped eating as well and was now staring down at the ground, a look of sadness filling her eyes.  “I guess it is that day, isn’t it?”  “Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” asked Lilith. “It’s a long story,” said Hawk as he contemplated whether he should tell Lilith or not.  “It happened on this day four years ago…”  And with that both Hawk and Lizzy began to relay the sad tale. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. It was mid-spring during their eighteenth year, with the Knight’s Exam just months away.  Lisa was laying in the grass on a secluded hilltop overlooking the valley containing the small town of Solaris.  As she looked at the clouds in the sky, she heard rustling behind her.  Suddenly a head leaned over her.  “What’s got you looking so sad?” asked the female, her long black hair just centimeters above Lisa’s face. “Diana! What are you doing here?” asked Lisa as she jolted up in excitement, almost headbutting the woman in the process.  Diana was a twenty-two-year-old knight who lived in one of the small villages bordering Solaris.  She was 5’6” with long jet-black hair, and eyes so blue that they could rival that of even the clearest skies.  Diana was different from the rest of the knights in the country as she had completed her knighthood training and passed the exam at the young age of fourteen, making her the youngest person to achieve knighthood status.  She had been responsible for Lisa’s knighthood training for the past eight years. “I’m here because I heard that you and Hawk passed the preliminary test required to take part in the Knight’s Exam.  I wanted to congratulate you on a job well done.  However, you seem to be upset.  What happened?” Just one look from her mentor made Lisa want to spill her guts regarding what was making her so angry.  “My brother is such an idiot.  I worked my ass off for the past eight years in secret all so that I could surprise him by entering the Knight’s Exam alongside him, and instead of being happy for me, he gets mad.  The worst part is that he won’t let me join him in a three-person team required to take part in the exam.  He just kept saying that being a knight is too dangerous and that I should just stick to the civilian life.  He makes me so damn angry.”  Lisa’s tirade against her brother was interrupted by the sound of Diana laughing.  “What’s so funny?” asked Lisa, the irritation on her face clearly showing.  “You know that Hawk is just trying to look out for you.  With both your parents dead, you’re the only family that he has left so it’s no surprise that he’d want you to have a less dangerous occupation.  Try cutting him some slack.” “I know that he’s just trying to look out for me, but I wish he would quit treating me like some little kid who needs to be protected all the time.  I am perfectly capable of taking down anyone who tries to give me a hard time.” Diana laughed at her and with an amused look said, “Oh really?  If you’re going to talk tough, then you best have the strength to support it.  I know, if you can pin me down then I will talk to Hawk about him treating you more like a grown woman.  What do you say?”  As Diana stood up, she beckoned for Lisa to come at her with everything she had. “Fine,” said Lisa as she prepared to charge her, “don’t say I didn’t warn you though.”  Lisa charged at Diana, but Diana easily blocked her by grabbing her and throwing her to the ground.  Diana then climbed on top of her and pinned her arms to the ground. “If that’s the best you can do, then you still have a long way to go,” taunted Diana in her usual cheerful manner.  She then leaned down and playfully kissed Lisa’s lips.   As their lips parted, she whispered into Lisa’s ear, “I love you.”  She then released her grip on Lisa’s arms and got off of her, allowing Lisa to sit up.  “I love you too,” said Lisa as she kissed Diana back.  “I just wish that you would ask for a kiss instead of stealing one every time you want one.” “But where is the fun in that,” said Diana with a mischievous smile.  Suddenly an excited look came over her face as she remembered something important.  “I almost forgot that I got you a present for clearing the preliminary test.  Close your eyes and turn around.”  Lisa did as she was told.  She could feel movement on the back of her neck and then she felt something sort of cold touch the front of her neck.  “You can open your eyes now.”  As Lisa opened her eyes she noticed that she was now wearing a leather necklace with a turquoise charm shaped like an arrowhead. “It’s beautiful,” said Lisa as she admired the necklace.  “I’ll be sure to wear it at the Knight’s Exam.  I can’t wait to have you watch me compete and earn my place as a knight.”  As Lisa turned to face her, she noticed that Diana’s smile had faded.  “What’s wrong?” “I was going to wait until after tomorrow’s mission to tell you this, but I guess it would be better to tell you sooner than later.  I won’t be attending the Knight’s Exam this year.  In fact, I will soon be going away for a while on an important mission and I don’t know when or even if I’ll be coming back.” “Well then I’ll go with you.  I don’t need to become a knight right now so long as I can stay by your side.” “I’m sorry Lisa, but it’s too dangerous.  I can’t take you with me.  Plus, if someone were to find out about our relationship, it could spell even more trouble for us.  You’ve seen how the people of Solaris are not very accepting of relationships like ours.  The people outside of Solaris are far worse.  I won’t put you through that.  Besides Hawk needs you here.” “Look Diana, I don’t care about what others think about our relationship.  And Hawk’s a big boy, he can take care of himself.  Besides he has Lizzy so he’s never really alone.  I don’t see why I can’t tag along with you.” “You can’t go because you still act like a kid,” snapped Diana.  “You think that just because you’ve had eight years of knight’s training that you can take on anything that life throws at you.  That’s a foolish notion.  People who act like that are usually among the first to die.  I’ve seen it happen many times and I don’t want to see it happen to you.  You’re staying here and that’s that.” “You’re trying to abandon me, aren’t you?” asked Lisa, tears streaming down her face.  “You really don’t plan on coming back do you?”  Diana looked away, her expression telling Lisa everything she needed to know.  Lisa tore the necklace from her neck.  “I HATE YOU!” she screamed as she threw the necklace on the ground and ran away. As soon as Lisa was out of sight, Diana picked up the necklace and wiped off the dirt and grass.  “This is for the best.  If she knew who I truly am, the things I’ve done, and the things I may have to do in the future, she wouldn’t want to be around me.  Besides we both know that there is someone she loves even more than me and that I can’t bring her the same happiness that he can.”  As she said these things to herself, tears began streaming down her face.  She looked up at the once clear sky which had now been replaced with clouds threatening rain and screamed at the gods, “What have I done to deserve all this suffering?”  Of course, she already knew the answer.  It was because she was born. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The next day, at the break of dawn a group of twenty-seven volunteers including Hawk, Lisa, and Lizzy stood outside the town of Solaris.  The large group had been tasked with taking out a group of bandits that had been terrorizing merchants in the mountain pass to the north of Solaris.  The group mainly consisted of rookie class adventurers and was to be led by Diana.  As Diana approached the group, they stood at attention awaiting the information she carried.  “As you all know, our task today is to take out the group of bandits in the mountains north of town.  Based on information gathered from the merchants that managed to escape the bandits, there are at least fifteen of them hiding in the mountains, twenty at most.  We have been ordered to slaughter every last bandit we come across.  If any of you are not up to the task I suggest that you back out now.”  She paused for a moment, desperately hoping that Lisa would back out, but Lisa didn’t.  “Alright then, let’s set off.  We have lots of work to do.”  And with that, they set off for the mountain pass unaware of what was about to befall them. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was around 11 o’clock in the morning when the group reached a forest along the mountain pass and decided to take a rest.  While many of the adventurers were using the time to polish their gear, Hawk decided to use this temporary rest time to relieve himself.  Carrying his bow, quiver, and side pack, he walked off into the forest for some privacy, completely unaware that he was being followed.  As soon as he thought he was far enough away from the rest of the group, he walked up to a large tree, whipped it out, and began peeing.  He had been holding if for almost five hours and had been on the verge of wetting himself.  As he moaned in relief, he heard a voice behind him say, “Do you mind if I join you?” “I don’t mind,” said Hawk, not really paying attention.  Suddenly he heard the rustling of clothes beside him and then out of the corner of his eye saw a second stream hit the tree.  Without really thinking, he turned his head to look at the person he was peeing next to and received quite a shock.  Standing next to him was none other than Diana.  The pair of shorts she usually wore under her skirt were down at her ankles.  She had lifted up her skirt and was using both hands to spread her labia.  She had her legs spread apart and was bending her knees and hips forwards, her golden jet hitting the tree with almost flawless accuracy.  Hawk could tell that she had done this before.  Without really realizing it, Hawk was staring at her piss stream-which in the sunlight looked to have a rainbow color to it-smashed into the tree, causing the bark to grow a darker shade of brown.  His concentration was interrupted when Diana asked, “And Just what do you think you’re staring at?”   “I’m sorry for staring,” stuttered Hawk as he turned his head the other way, his face beet-red. “Don’t worry about it, I was just having some fun with you.  If I was bothered by having a guy staring at me pee, I wouldn’t be standing next to you right now.  Based off the way you were staring at me, I’m guessing you’ve never seen a girl pee standing up before.  Am I right?” “Yes,” replied a blushing Hawk, still unable to look her way.  “I didn’t think it was possible for a girl to pee standing.” “Well it is and it’s much safer than squatting,” replied Diana. “How so?” Diana paused for a moment to think about how to answer the question.  “Well, when you squat down, it’s harder to defend yourself if an enemy tried to attack you.  At least this way, I have a better chance of launching a successful counter attack.” “I guess I never really thought about it that way,” said Hawk as he wondered if Lisa and Lizzy ever worried about getting attacked while peeing. “Of course not, you’re a guy,” said Diana.  “You know, if you’re really interested, I wouldn’t mind you watching me pee.”  When Hawk heard that, he couldn’t resist the temptation.  He turned his head slightly in her direction so he could get a better look.  The moment he did, Diana said, “Plus this would make us even.” “How so?” asked Hawk as he turned his head fully to meet Diana’s gaze. “To tell you the truth, I’ve been staring at you the whole time and I have to say that yours is one of the biggest ones I’ve seen,” teased Diana as her gaze went back to Hawk’s dick.  The sudden revelation caused Hawk to jerk to the other side, causing him to temporarily lose control of his stream.  The end result was a small wet patch on the front of his pants.  Diana began laughing as Hawk regained control of his stream.  By this point in time, Diana’s stream had finally weakened into small spurts.  As she finished up she hiked up her shorts and pulled her skirt back down. “Aren’t you going to wipe or something?” asked Hawk as he watched the scene play out in the corner of his eye. “There’s no need,” said Diana as she got behind him.  She then leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I actually like the feeling of being a little wet.”  Diana then slapped Hawk on the ass, her palm lingering on it long enough to give it a playful squeeze.  The very act almost caused Hawk to lose control again. “DON’T DO THAT!” screamed Hawk, feeling both violated and turned on at the same time. “Relax,” said Diana.  “I was just messing with you a little bit.  Consider it punishment for making Lisa upset.” Hawk paused a moment before saying, “So I’m guessing she told you about my reaction to her wanting to become a knight, huh?  It’s not that I don’t think that she can do it, it’s just that I’m worried that she could end up like our father.  We’ve lost both our mother and father.  I can’t bear the thought of losing her too.” “You know, being too overprotective could cause her to leave you too.”  As Diana began to walk away she said, “I want you to promise me something.  If anything happens to me, I want you to protect Lisa and see that she fulfills whatever dream she decides to follow.” “Are you seriously planning on abandoning my sister?” asked Hawk, his tone becoming more and more serious.  Diana didn’t respond.  “I’ve known all along about your relationship with Lisa.  Furthermore, she even told me about how you are planning on leaving without her once we complete our mission.  While I don’t care that you are the same sex, I do draw the line at you breaking her heart.  Who do you think is going to have to pick up the pieces if you leave without her?  Why can’t you just take her with you?” “SHUT UP!” screamed Diana.  “You can’t even comprehend everything I’m going through right now so quit trying to act like you know the answer to this problem.”  As she began to storm off, in the opposite direction of the rest area, she yelled, “Tell the others that I’m going to go do some reconnaissance and to stay put.  I’ll be back shortly.”  She then disappeared into the trees. As Hawk finished up, he turned around and began walking back towards the others.  Suddenly the sounds of blood curdling screams and steel and iron clashing filled the air.  Realizing what was happening, Hawk drew his bow and took off at full speed to help his comrades, completely unaware of just how bad the situation truly was. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As Hawk broke through the trees and hit the clearing where the others had stopped to rest, he looked on in horror at the couple dozen bodies lying on the ground.  From the looks of it, their group had been caught off guard and in the ensuing chaos had been slaughtered.  As Hawk desperately looked among the corpses, he was overcome with a sense of relief when he saw that Lizzy and Lisa weren’t among them.  He thought to himself that maybe they had escaped before the bandits attacked, but his hopes were dashed when he heard a deep male voice, “Looks like we missed one.”   As Hawk looked up from the corpses, he saw a group of bandits about fifty yards ahead of him.  He noticed that all of the bandits except for the one that had spoken to him were wearing iron helmets in the shape of skulls that covered their entire faces.  The one who had just spoken to him was wearing an iron skull mask that covered his face from the nose up and had had two curled horns sticking out both sides of the helmet just above his ears.   Standing next to them were a restrained but otherwise unhurt Lisa and Lizzy. “YOU BASTARDS!!!” screamed Hawk as he charged the group with bow in hand, letting loose a barrage of arrows.  Within seconds he had managed to strike five of the bandits dead.  He was twenty yards away when he felt a sharp pain in his back, and then another and another until he lost his balance and fell to his knees.  As Hawk turned his head, he could see what looked to be three arrows sticking out of his back.  Luckily the light chainmail he was wearing underneath his shirt and stopped the arrows from doing more damage.  Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his ribs as a leather boot struck him on the right side of his body.  He fell over on his left side, pretty sure that a couple of his ribs were either cracked or broken.  As he reached for his bow, the bandit behind him kicked him again before grabbing the bow and stealing Hawk’s quiver.  Hawk knew in an instant that this bandit was the one who had shot him in the back with arrows. “What should I do with him boss?” asked the bandit archer.  “Do you want me to kill him?” “Without his weapon, that boy is nothing more than a toothless wolf.  Completely harmless,” said the bandit boss.  The large man walked over to Hawk and squatted down.  He grabbed Hawk’s cheeks, painfully squishing them between his big hand.  “It’s your lucky day boy.  You see out of the goodness of my heart I’m going to let you live, but in return I have a message that I need you to relay for me.  We are the Iron Skulls and we will kill anyone who gets in our way.  If another attempt is made to send a party up here to kill us, we will descend the mountain and slaughter every man, woman, and child, in Solaris and the villages surrounding it.”  The man let go of Hawk and stood up.  “Let’s go men.  I’m sure the two women we captured will fetch for a high price in the slave market.”   When Hawk heard that, he sprung to his feet, unsheathing the dagger he kept in his belt and charged the boss bandit.  However, the bandit was ready for him as he unsheathed his sword, spun around, and slashed Hawk in the chest.   Blood spurted from the cut in his chest.  As he fell to the ground he noticed that Lizzy and Lisa were screaming but he could not hear what they were saying.  It was as if the whole world had gone silent.  Laying in the grass, his blood began pooling beneath him.  His sight was starting to become blurry as he struggled to stay conscious.  As he began to black out, Hawk could feel himself being lifted up into the air and carried off.  He blacked out for a what seemed like only a few brief seconds.  As he opened his eyes he was tossed off a nearby cliff into the icy water of the river below.  As his lungs began filling with water, he prayed to the gods that someone would come and save Lizzy and Lisa.  Right as darkness began enveloping his eyes, he swore that he saw something human-sized swimming towards him.  He blacked out once more. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Immediately after throwing Hawk into the river, the bandit leader ordered a group of his men to take the girls back to their hideout, giving them explicit orders to lock them in the dungeon unharmed.  He then took a few men with him and set off through the forest to track down and slaughter any survivors who managed to get away in the chaos of the attack.  As the girls were being escorted to the cave that acted as the bandits’ hideout, Lizzy began to cry at the loss of her friend.  “Don’t cry Lizzy.  Hawk is not the type to die that easily,” Lisa whispered.  All the while she couldn’t help but question whether her brother would be able to survive such a horrific injury. Before they knew it, the girls were taken into the cave and thrown into dungeon room that had been created by the bandits’ ancestors’ decades before.  Both girls were then shackled to the wall and were left alone in the dungeon to await their fate.  Each one pondered whether they would be saved and whether or not Hawk was still alive.  As Lisa sat silently against the wall she was shackled to, she began to wonder if Diana had been able to escape or if she too had fallen victim to the bandits. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. “Where am I?” screamed Hawk as he jolted up.  As he looked around, he realized that he was in a small cave lit up by a fire.  He felt a sudden jolt of pain in his chest and as he looked down, he noticed that his shirt was missing and that in its place were bandages covering his entire chest. “Ah, I see your finally awake,” said a voice coming from the cave entrance.  As the figure got closer, Hawk saw that it was a woman in a dark black robe, her face covered by a skull mask made from a real skull.  “You’re lucky that I found you when I did,” said the robed figure as she began to change Hawk’s bandages.  While the skull mask hid the woman’s face from her nose on up, as she was leaning forward Hawk could see just enough into the helmet’s eye sockets that this woman had two mismatched eyes.  One was blue like the sky and the other was grey and glazed over like that of a corpse.  In that moment, Hawk knew that the lady treating him was definitely not human. “Who are you?  What are you?” asked Hawk as he let the creature inspect his wounds and place new bandages on him. “My name is Necra.  As for what I am, I am a Lich.” “A Lich, like as in the skeleton-like creatures in story books that can command an army of the undead to terrorize knights and adventurers unlucky enough to cross their path?  I thought that was nothing but mere legend. “As you can see I’m very real,” said Necra.  She then proceeded to open her robe, revealing her naked flesh to the young knight in training.  “Also, not all of us have skeleton-like bodies.” “I get it, just please cover yourself up,” replied Hawk, doing his best to avert his gaze.  Once Necra was covered back up, Hawk turned to her and stated, “The party I was in was attacked by bandits.  They killed everybody except for two females.  Do you by chance know where the bandits’ hideout is?” “Of course I do,” said Necra as she turned her attention to stoking the fire.  “However, if you are planning on going there, I would highly advise against it.  Without a weapon and in your current condition, you would surely be killed the moment you even tried to step foot in their hideout.  Your best option would be to descend the mountain and comeback with a large party of experienced knights and/or adventurers.” “If I do that, by the time I get back up here it will be too late.” “For all you know it could already be too late,” replied Necra. “I have to believe that it isn’t.  I have to believe that my friends are still alive and waiting for me to rescue them.  Will you help me?” “Alas I cannot.  It would be troublesome if more humans were to discover my existence here in the mountains.  If you are to mount a rescue, you must do it on your own.” “Fine,” said Hawk as he clumsily got to his feet.  “I’ll go on my own then.”  As Hawk prepared to leave the cave, the woman blocked his path.  “Get out of my way.” “I cannot let you leave in this condition.  If you truly wish to rescue your friends then wait here for a moment.”  Hawk watched as Necra walked past him and went deeper into the cave.   She came back a couple minutes later holding clothes, bandages, an iron skull helmet, and a bow and quiver.  “I got these off of an interloper who dared enter my cave without permission about an hour ago.  He won’t be needing these as he is quite dead now.  You can use these to sneak into their hideout undetected.”  As Hawk looked at the items, he recognized the bow and quiver as the ones stolen from him during the attack.  It was then that he realized that the man that Necra was referring to was the same man who had shot him with arrows and kicked him in the ribs. “Thank you,” said Hawk as he put the clothes on and carefully listened to Necra’s instructions on how to get to the cave.  As Hawk prepared to leave, he turned to Necra and asked, “Why did you save me?” “Simple.  A human soul tastes best once it has had time to ripen, yours is not ready yet.  However, when the time comes I will claim your soul.”  As Hawk looked at her, he could tell that Necra was dead serious.  He quickly exited the cave and began making the long trek to the bandits’ hideout. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Three hours had passed since Lisa and Lizzy were locked up inside the dungeon and Lizzy was starting to squirm a bit.  “What’s wrong with you?” asked Lisa as she noticed Lizzy’s squirming.  “I really need to pee,” said Lizzy, crossing her legs.  Suddenly she felt a few drops of warmth seep into her panties.  “Oh no, I think I just peed a little,” said Lizzy, her face flush with embarrassment. “That’s good!” exclaimed Lisa excitedly. “How the hell is wetting my pants a good thing?” “It’s good because it gave me an idea on how we’re going to get out of here.  Just follow my lead and react as if the things I do seriously make you angry.”  Before Lizzy could ask Lisa what she meant by that, Lisa began screaming at the top of her lungs “HEY ASSHOLES, YOU MIGHT WANT TO GET IN HERE BEFORE MY FRIEND TURNS THIS DUGEON INTO HER OWN PERSONAL TOILET!”  Lizzy’s face turned an even brighter shade of red.  Less than a minute later one of the bandits assigned to guard them opened the iron enforced wooden door, and came in with a bucket.  Lisa noticed that the man had a dagger in his belt and a battle axe strapped to his back.  Luckily for her, this bandit seemed kind of stupid. “Which one of you needs the bucket?” asked the bandit, a perverted smile coming across his face. “She does,” said Lisa as she motioned towards Lizzy.  “However, she says she won’t go unless I help her and to do that I would need to be unrestrained.” “Do you take me for a fool?” replied the bandit.  “The moment I free you, you’ll try to escape.” Lisa merely laughed and said, “You are a fool if you think that a small unarmed girl like me could take down a big man like you who is armed with a dagger and a large axe.”  She waited as the bandit mulled it over.  He then walked over, placed the bucket in front of her, and unlocked the shackles on her arms and legs.  As he did so, Lisa thanked the gods that this bandit was as stupid as she thought he was.  Of course, Lisa knew better than to try to attack this man.  As the man backed away and grabbed the handle of his dagger, Lisa slowly bent down and grabbed the bucket.  She then walked over to Lizzy who was still in her shackles.  Unlike Lisa who had been merely chained to the wall with some ability to stand or sit, Lizzy had been strapped to the wall, unable to move at all.  Lisa turned her head towards the bandit and asked, “Have you ever seen a girl piss before?” “I haven’t,” replied the bandit excitedly. “Well then you’re in for a treat.”  And with that, Lisa laid down the bucket, grabbed hold of Lizzy’s pants, and yanked them down to her ankles, revealing her slightly soiled panties to the bandit who was now drooling a little from the excitement.  As Lisa did this, she felt a small lump in Lizzy’s pocket.  Sticking her hand in the pocket, she felt something sort of sharp prick her finger.  In that moment, Lisa knew that she would have to somehow get whatever was in Lizzy’s pocket without the bandit noticing, and she knew just how to do it.  As she stood back up, she grabbed hold of Lizzy’s panties and yanked them down as well, although not as far.  Lisa then picked up the bucket and placed it right under Lizzy’s pussy.  “Time to pee,” taunted Lisa in an attempt to anger Lizzy. “I can’t,” cried Lizzy as two minutes passed with nothing happening.  Lisa looked back at the bandit and realized that he was becoming impatient.  If something didn’t happen and soon, they would miss their golden opportunity. “Hurry up and go already,” ordered Lisa.  “I’m not going to hold this bucket all day.” “I told you I can’t,” said Lizzy.  “I have trouble going when people are watching me.” “Then I guess I have no choice,” said Lisa.  Holding the bucket in one hand, she placed the other hand on Lizzy’s now bulging bladder.  Using two fingers, she proceeded to apply pressure to the bladder.  Lizzy screamed in pain as the pressure finally caused her to burst.  A river of gold came spewing forth between her legs, slapping the bucket with the most wonderful noise the bandit and ever heard.  So much was coming out of Lizzy that Lisa had to move her hand from Lizzy’s bladder back to the bucket just to keep it from tipping over.  By the time it was over, the bucket was nearly full.  “That a girl,” said Lisa as she placed the bucket out of the way.  In so doing, she noticed that a few drops of urine had spread down the inside of Lizzy’s legs and had stopped just above her pants.  This gave her an idea although it was going to be incredibly disgusting.  Lisa turned to the bandit once more and noticed the erection in his pants and the dopey smile on his face.  “Do you have a handkerchief or a piece of cloth?” “Why?” asked the bandit. Lisa chuckled and said, “You really are inexperienced aren’t you.  Almost everyone knows that girls need something to wipe with after their done peeing.” “Oh right, I knew that,” replied the bandit as he searched his pockets for something they could use.  Not having anything to use, he proceeded to rip a small piece of cloth off the bottom of his shirt and handed it to Lisa.  “Will this do?” “Of course,” said Lisa, secretly glad the cloth was so small.  As she turned her attention back to Lizzy, she said, “Now let’s get you cleaned up you dirty girl.”  She then leaned down and began to wipe Lizzy’s pussy.  “Stop!” moaned Lizzy, as she felt the cloth touch her most sensitive area.  Lisa stopped after a few seconds more.  She then proceeded to accidentally drop the cloth into the bucket full of piss. “Oh no!” cried Lisa as convincingly as she could.  “I accidentally dropped the cloth in the bucket of piss before I could finish cleaning you.  I guess I’ll just have to use my tongue.”  Before Lizzy could say no, Lisa leaned down and began licking the few piss droplets on the inside of Lizzy’s leg just above her pants.  As Lizzy began struggling, Lisa used the opportunity to grab the item from Lizzy’s pocket, being careful to clench it tightly in her hand.  Suddenly she heard the sound of metal snap as one of the rusted shackles keeping Lizzy pinned to the wall came loose, allowing Lizzy to give Lisa a sharp kick to the side of the head.  Lisa backed away slightly dazed and screamed, “YOU BITCH!”  As she prepared to attack her, she felt something hit her on the back of the head.  She then crumpled to the floor. “There will be none of that,” said the bandit, his fist still clenched from the punch he delivered to the back of her head.  The bandit proceeded to grab her, tied her hands and feet with rope, and using a pulley system, proceeded to hang her upside down from the fifteen-foot ceiling.  “Let’s see if that cools you down.”  He then walked over to Lizzy and pulled up her panties and pants for her as he did not want to get in trouble for violating the boss’s orders.  The bandit then grabbed the bucket of piss and left the room, locking the door behind him. Lizzy stared in horror as her friend hang unconscious from the ceiling.  “I’m so sorry,” she cried.  As she looked at Lisa, she watched in shock as Lisa’s eyes opened as she slowly spat a necklace out of her mouth, being extremely careful to keep the leather part of the necklace between her teeth.  Lisa instantly recognized the necklace as the one that Diana had tried to give to her.  In that moment, Lisa had so many questions for Lizzy but decided that it could wait until she cut herself free.  Luckily, Lisa was able to lower the arrow-head part of the necklace into her hands and began cutting the rope that bound her hands.  Once she had accomplished that, she managed to swing herself from side to side, eventually getting enough momentum to swing upwards and reach her bound feet.  A few more minutes passed by before she was able to successfully cut herself down.  “Why do you have this?” asked Lisa as she approached Lizzy. “Diana gave it to me and made me promise to give it to you when the time was right.  I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that but I’m glad that I held onto it.” “Me too,” said Lisa as she grabbed the rusty shackles and began pulling, hoping that with enough force they would break.  Unfortunately for her, the noise was enough to attract the attention of the bandit who was guarding the dungeon.  She watched in terror as the door swung open and the bandit came in, ax at the ready.  Before she knew what she was doing, Lisa found herself charging at the bandit.  She managed to duck just as the bandit took a swing with his ax.  This left the bandit wide open for attack.  Thinking quickly, Lisa jammed her knee into the bandit’s groin and as he bent down in pain, she smashed her fist into his chin for a disabling uppercut.  She moved back as the bandit fell forwards.  As she began to make her way back over to Lizzy, she felt a sudden jolt of pain in her lower leg.  Looking down, she noticed that a dagger had been run through her leg.  She crumpled over in pain as the bandit yanked the dagger out of her leg.  Both Lisa and Lizzy watched in horror as the bandit got up and grabbed his ax  He walked towards Lisa and raised his ax high in the air, “Naughty girls need to learn their lesson.”  Lisa closed her eyes and waited for the ax to come down.  What she heard instead was a metallic thud followed by an even louder thud.  As she opened her eyes, she noticed the bandit lying on the ground with a single arrow in his back.  Looking up she noticed a masked figure in the door way with bow in hand.  Her terror was soon replaced by joy as the man removed the mask. “Thank goodness you’re okay,” said Lizzy as Hawk stepped into the room. “I’ve been better,” said Hawk as he walked over to her and used his bow to smash the rusty shackles.  He then turned his attention to Lisa and removed the pair of pants that Necra had given him, revealing that he was still wearing his own.  He proceeded to hand them over to Lisa. “What do you want me to do with these?” asked Lisa as she took them from him. “Well, I thought that it was better than sitting in piss soaked clothes,” replied Hawk as he turned towards the door to give her some privacy.  Lisa looked down and realized that she had pissed herself when the bandit had threatened to bring the ax down on her. “Thank you,” said Lisa as she had Lizzy help her take off her soiled pants and panties and put the clean pair on.  Once she was cleaned up Hawk walked over to her and proceeded to wrap her injured leg in the bandages that Necra had given him. As Hawk helped her to her feet, he asked, “Do you think you can walk?” “I think so, but I’ll need to lean on someone for support,” replied Lisa.  Lizzy quickly moved next to Lisa to be her support. “We need to get moving,” said Hawk as he stuck his head out the door to make sure the passage way was clear.  He then motioned for them to begin moving.  They were almost halfway to the cave entrance when they heard yelling coming from the tunnel containing the dungeon.  The three knights in training watched in horror as three bandits began running down the hallway.  “Run!” screamed Hawk as he fired two arrows, taking out two of the three bandits.  He grabbed a third arrow from his quiver and as he prepared to launch it, his fingers slipped allowing the remaining bandit to get within striking distance.  Before the bandit could strike Hawk with his sword, the bandit was impaled from behind.  As the bandit fell, Hawk realized that the person who had saved him was none other than Diana.  “Thank the gods that the bandits didn’t find you.” “Yeah, whatever,” said Diana not really paying attention to Hawk.  “We need to keep moving.”  The two began proceeding down the cave until they ran into Lisa and Lizzy who had not made much progress due to Lisa’s injured leg.  Diana walked over to Lizzy and handed her the sword while she took Lisa as she was stronger and faster than Lizzy. Suddenly the cave erupted with angry shouts and the sounds of boots slapping the ground as the bandits were desperately trying to catch up to the intruders.  Hawk turned to Diana and said, “I’ll try to hold them off for as long as I can while you get Lisa out of here.” “I won’t leave without you,” said Lisa. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you.  Now go.”  Hawk watched as the other three began making their way to the entrance once more.  He then turned his attention to tunnel that the bandits were beginning to come out of.  “It’s show time,” said Hawk as let loose what would soon become a deadly barrage of arrows. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The others were almost a quarter of the way to the entrance when luck finally ran out.  Lizzy had taken the lead as she had the sword and could fight off any of the bandits that might be blocking their only way out.  Without realizing it, she ran past a secret passage and the bandit hiding within it.  As Diana and Lisa saw made their way past the passage way, Diana noticed something glimmering in the darkness.  Realizing what it was she quickly grabbed her dagger while simultaneously pushing Lisa out of the way just as the figure hiding in the darkness attacked with a sword. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Hawk had managed to kill the bandits pursing him and was retreating to the entrance of the cave when he heard a blood curdling scream he recognized as belonging to his sister.  As he ran with all his might, he could feel his wounds beginning to open.  Fighting back the pain, he kept running.  As he reached the others he noticed that Lisa was on the ground screaming in shock.  Lizzy had dropped her sword and was trying her best not to vomit.  Getting closer, Hawk realized what was making the girls react that way.  Lying next to Lisa was Diana’s severed head.  A couple feet away was the body of the attacker whose throat had been slit by Diana in her final seconds of life.  Hawk ran over to Lisa and scooped her up in his arms. “Don’t look,” he said as he began running, carrying Lisa in his arms, with Lizzy close behind him.  As he ran, he thought to himself over and over again, “I’m so sorry Diana.”  His thoughts vanished as a little bit of daylight spilled into the cave, illuminating the entrance.  The moment the group of three reached the outside, they saw that the sun was beginning to set.  What was worse was that their route of escape was now cut off by the bandit leader and his small group who had returned to the hideout.  As Hawk turned around, he could hear footsteps coming from the cave behind them.  They were surrounded. Just as the bandit leader stepped forward, a horn sounded.  The bandit leader turned around just in time to be struck through the heart by an arrow.  The other bandits turned around and saw that a band of knights was fast approaching on their location.  With their leader dead, the bandits decided to make a run for it, some of them running for the cave, others trying to find safety in the forest.  In the end all of the bandits would be slaughtered by the knights pursuing them.  Hawk and the others stood where they were until the knight who had blown the horn approached them.  “Are you guys part of the band of adventurers who were attacked by the bandits?”  Hawk nodded his head.  “Is there a black-haired lady with you?  She is the reason that we were able to come to your rescue.”  Hawk simply looked back at the cave and then shook his head.  The knight looked at him with understanding eyes and nodded.  The knight and a couple others then proceeded to escort the party to a nearby village where they could seek medical attention at a small inn.  Before the knight departed, he placed a hand on Hawk’s shoulder and said, “Three-quarters of rookie adventures die on their first big mission.  Of those that remain, half of them will die within their first year of adventuring.  Today you were one of the lucky ones, next time you might not be so lucky.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As the night wore on, Lizzy had fallen asleep while Lisa and Hawk were wide awake, their thoughts racing with what had happened.  Finally giving up on the idea of sleeping, Hawk walked to Lisa’s room and found her sitting on the bed, the necklace that Diana had given her clenched tightly in her hand.  As Lisa averted her gaze, she said teary eyed, “It’s all my fault.  If Diana hadn’t pushed me out of the way she’d still be alive.  I’m the one who should’ve died, not her.”  Suddenly Lisa felt a sharp stinging sensation across her cheek.  Looking up at the man who had just slapped her, she could see tears in the corners of his eyes.  As he moved closer, Lisa closed her eyes and waited for another slap.  Her eyes shot open when instead of a slapping her again, Hawk hugged her tighter than he ever had before. “Idiot.  Don’t say things like that.  You’re the only family I have left.  I need you to live,” said Hawk, his voice cracking as he choked back tears.  “If Diana heard you saying this she would be sad.  Her final act was an act of love, don’t ruin it by blaming yourself.”  Lisa began crying harder than she had ever cried before.  Her heart was broken and there was nothing that Hawk could do to help her.  All he could do was hold her in his arms and let her cry as much as she needed to. Days passed, but Diana’s body was never recovered.  As a tribute to her, Lisa built a cross on a hill covered in flowers, as she knew that Diana would have wanted it that way. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Back in present day, Lisa had finally returned to the hill where she built the cross for Diana.  It was a thirty-minute hike from the campsite.  Lisa had spent the last hour staring at the cross, holding the necklace tightly as she prayed that her lover had found peace in the afterlife.  “I love you,” she whispered as she kissed her fingers and then touched the cross.  As she got up, she noticed Hawk was standing behind her.  “How long have you been here?” “I just got here a couple minutes ago.  I wanted to pay my respects.”  Hawk then walked over to the cross, got down on his knees and bowed his head.  “I can never thank you enough for saving my sister’s life,” he said to the cross.  He then closed his eyes and prayed for her.  When he was done, he got up and turned to Lisa.  “We should get going.  I’m sure the others are getting a little worried.”  Lisa nodded her head in agreement.  As they turned and began walking down the hill, Hawk’s head began to throb.  For some unexplainable reason, he felt the sudden urge to look back at the grave and the moment he did, he saw Necra standing at the top of the hill looking down at him.  “What are you staring at?” asked Lisa.  Hawk’s concentration shifted to her for a second before shifting back to the spot Necra had been standing, only she was no longer there. “It nothing,” said Hawk as he turned back around.  As he walked away from the hill he couldn’t help but feel like something terrible was about to happen. To be Continued….
Part 8 Hawk and Lisa were about half-way back to the campsite when Lisa noticed that Hawk seemed a little pale.  “You don’t look too good.  Is something bothering you?” asked Lisa.  Hawk did not respond, rather he continued walking as though he were in a trance.  Lisa tried a couple more times to get his attention but nothing seemed to work.  After the third failed attempt to get his attention, she picked up a small stone and threw it at him.  Normally Hawk would have easily dodged it but he was so wrapped up in thought that it hit him in the back of the head. “Damn it!” he screamed as he fell to his knees, rubbing the back of his head.  “What the hell did you do that for?” “That’s what you get for not paying attention to me,” fumed a pissed off Lisa.  “Now that I've you’re your attention, I want to know what’s got you so bothered.” “Honestly, I’m bothered by the fact that you hit me in the head with a rock,” replied Hawk, still massaging the lump. Lisa slugged him in the arm.  “You know damn well that’s not what I meant.  Tell me what’s got you so distracted that you’re ignoring me.”   Hawk paused for a moment as he debated whether he should tell Lisa about seeing Necra as well as his history with her.  He ultimately decided against it.  “I was just thinking about maybe doing a little target practice while I’m out here.  I have my bow with me right now after all.” “That’s what’s been bugging you?  I’ll never understand why the gods saw fit to give me an archery nut for a brother.” “I’m not an archery nut,” replied Hawk as he racked his brain for a good insult.  Suddenly his mind went blank as he was overwhelmed with a sense that they were being watched.  “Hey Lisa, would you mind going back to the campsite without me?  I have something I need to do.” “Whatever archer boy, just don’t be gone too long.”  And with that Lisa walked away.  As soon as she was out of sight, Hawk turned around and pulled an arrow from his quiver.  “I know you’re there so you can come out now.”  No response came.  Hawk closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  As he cleared his mind, he could hear the sound of a breeze blowing through the tops of the trees and with it came a scent he had smelt once before.  His eyes shot open as he spun to his left and fired an arrow high up into the trees.  Seconds later, the sounds of leaves rustling among the trees became more intense despite the wind remaining the same.  Hawk knew that whoever had been watching him was now on the move.  Without a moment’s hesitation, he began pursuing the stalker. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Roughly fifteen minutes later Hawk found himself in a small clearing surrounded by tall trees.  By this time, he had lost track of the person he was chasing.  Believing that the stalker was long gone by now, Hawk walked over to the widest of the trees and leaned against it in order to catch his breath.  As he thought about what to do next, he slowly began lowering himself into a sitting position.  The moment he placed his hand on the grass to the side of him, he felt something wet.  “That’s strange,” said Hawk to himself as he wiped his hand on his pants.  After several minutes, he got up and was preparing to leave when he felt something drip onto the back of his right hand.  Hawk instinctively looked towards the sky but saw not a single rain cloud.  Without really thinking, Hawk sniffed the back of his hand, his eyes widening in shock as he realized what it was.  “WHY THE HELL AM I ALWAYS GETTING PISSED ON?” screamed Hawk at the top of his lungs.  Suddenly he drew another arrow and shot straight above him.  A couple seconds later he heard a small cry. “WHAT THE HELL!” screamed a voice from the top of the tree.  As Hawk backed away from the tree, he noticed the figure sitting in the tree was none other than Necra.  She was sitting on a large branch with her legs over the side.  “Dammit boy, you damaged my mask,” cried Necra as she struggled to hold the non-shattered portion to her face. “It’s you own fault for not coming out when I asked you to.”  As Hawk looked up at her, he could see that she was still wearing the long black robe she had on the day they met four years ago.  “How the hell were you able to move so fast in that thing anyway?” “Simple,” replied Necra, “I just change its form.”  Hawk watched in amazement as the robe began to change into a black tunic and a black skirt.  As Hawk moved his gaze back to her face, he saw that she was no longer wearing the skull mask.  Instead she had covered her face from the nose on down in a shroud of black cloth, presumably made from the same material as her robe.  Looking at her, Hawk was able to confirm that one of her eyes was indeed as blue as the sky while the other looked like that of a corpse.  Hawk noticed that the skin surrounding the corpse-looking eye was covered in scar tissue.  As his gaze moved upwards, Hawk was able to see that Necra’s hair was jet black with a ghostly white streak running down the middle of her hair.  Without even knowing what the rest of her face looked like, Hawk could tell that Necra was beautiful.  As his eyes shifted back to the branch that Necra was sitting on, Hawk noticed that from where he was standing, he could easily see up Necra’s skirt.  It didn’t take him long to realize that Necra wasn’t wearing anything beneath her skirt.  “Enjoying the view down there?” asked Necra. “I’m sorry,” shouted Hawk as he averted his gaze, his face becoming extremely red. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.  I honestly don’t care if you see what’s down there.  In fact, if you’re still curious I will be more than happy to give you a better look,” chimed Necra as she lifted her skirt.  Hawk tried to fight the temptation the best he could, but in the end his instincts as a man took over.  He focused his gaze back on her, and the moment he did, he jumped back as a rain of gold splashed down on where he had just been standing.  By this point, Necra was standing on the branch.  Necra was using one hand to hold onto the branch above her and the other hand to direct her stream straight at Hawk. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” screamed Hawk as he tucked and rolled, just missing being doused by jet of piss. “Oh come on,” taunted Necra, “how do you expect me to hit you if you keep moving?” “I’m moving because I don’t want to be pissed on.  Tell me why you’re doing this.” “I have two reasons.  The first is that I really had to pee.  You see, shortly after I lost you, I decided to relieve myself under the tree here.  However, I had to cut things short when I sensed you approaching.  I then climbed up this tree and waited for you to be gone.  Unfortunately for me, you took too long to leave and a little slipped out.  Not that I really mind though as I sort of enjoy that feeling of being wet.  Society says that it is not proper to wet oneself and that such an action is naughty. If I’m being truthful with you, committing such a naughty action turned me on to the point that I wanted to drench my entire robe with my piss.  Ahh, just telling you this is getting me more excited,” she exclaimed as she began massaging her crotch a little. “That’s just sick,” replied Hawk as he dodged another squirt of liquid gold.  “What’s the second reason?” “This is revenge for breaking my favorite mask.” “Isn’t this going a little overboard?  I don’t even see how this is a suitable punishment.” Necra cut off her stream for a moment.  “You’re right.  This isn’t a suitable punishment for you seeing as you like this sort of thing.  But honestly I’m having fun so I’m going to keep doing it anyway.”  With that, she started her stream again, this time just barely splashing Hawk’s arm. “I don’t like getting pissed on!” screamed Hawk. “That’s weird.  I really thought you liked this sort of thing especially since you’ve allowed both that succubus and the elf to pee on you.  Or could it be that you like to be the one doing the pissing.” “The incident with Lizzy was a complete accident and I only allowed Lilith to pee on me because that was the only way to treat a rash.  As for peeing on Lisa, I had no other choice but to do it in order to treat her rash.”  Hawk thought for a moment.  He reasoned that there was no way that Necra could know about this stuff unless she had been spying on him and the others.  “It’s obvious that you’ve been spying on us.  How long have you been doing it?” “Oh, I’d say on and off for the past four years or so.  If you’re referring to the present, I would say ever since you left Solaris to begin this little trip of yours.” “Why are you following us?” “That’s a secret.” “Tell me.” “No.” “TELL ME NOW DAMN IT!” screamed Hawk as he dodged another piss jet, drew an arrow, and shot it at Necra. “SHIT!” screamed Necra as she dodged it, only to lose her balance and fall.  Luckily for her she was able to grab on to the branch she was previously standing on.  “Oh no, I’m slipping.  Please help me.” “Hang on, I’ll catch you” yelled Hawk as he ran right underneath her and looked up. “Gotcha,” shouted Necra.  Before Hawk could move out of the way, Necra unleashed a waterfall of piss down onto Hawk’s face, nearly drowning him in the process.  When she was finished, she easily hoisted herself back onto the branch and began laughing.  “You really are gullible.” “You’re a bitch,” choked Hawk as he tried to spit the foul taste out of his mouth.  He took a few steps back and then prepared another arrow.  “Tell me what I want to know now or I’ll shoot another arrow at you.  If you’ve been watching me as long as you say you have, then you know that I hardly ever miss.” “Sorry, I’ve got nothing to say.” “So be it,” said Hawk as he let loose the arrow.  He watched on in shock as Necra easily caught the arrow just milliseconds before it could enter her chest. “It seems to me that you need to be retaught the basics of fighting,” said Necra, her demeanor becoming much darker.  “Rule number 1: never let your emotions get the best of you.  Rule number 2: never underestimate your opponent.”  As she said it, she threw the arrow right back at Hawk.  As he dodged it, Hawk realized that Necra had thrown it with enough speed and power that it could have easily killed him had it hit.  He couldn’t help but stare in amazement at the arrow penetrating the ground just inches from his feet.  Turning his gaze back up to the tree, he noticed that Necra was gone.  Suddenly he could feel warm breath on the back of his neck.  “Rule number 3: never take your eyes off your opponent.”  Hawk spun around but there was nobody there.  The forest was silent for a few seconds.  As Hawk turned his head, he had just enough time to see a large blade coming at him.  He quickly dove out of the way, the blade missing him by just millimeters.  Looking up, he saw Necra standing before him and she was wielding a giant scythe.  “Rule number 4: never let your guard down.”  Necra raised her scythe and brought it down on Hawk.  Luckily Hawk was able to use his bow to block what would have been a fatal blow. “I get it already.   Let’s stop this before somebody gets hurt,” pleaded Hawk as he began to realize that this wasn’t a fight he could win without serious injury.  Necra took another swing at him.  This time she managed to land a cut on Hawk’s body starting from his right shoulder, extending diagonally across his chest to just below his ribcage on the left side.  By a stroke of pure luck, the scythe had hit the leather strap of Hawk’s quiver.  While the strap was completely destroyed, it had saved him by taking the brunt of the blow.  Even still, the cut across his chest was still deep enough to draw blood.  Hawk lost his balance and fell backwards, the spilt contents of his quiver lying next to him.  The next thing he knew, Necra was sitting on top of him, pressing the blade of her scythe to his neck. “Last but not least is the most important rule.  Rule number 5: don’t start something you can’t finish.  Now do you have any last words.” “It looks like this one is a draw.” “What are you talking about?  I’ve clearly won.”  As Necra looked down, she noticed that Hawk was holding an arrow just millimeters from her heart. “You forgot about rule number 6,” said Hawk, “always stay two steps ahead of your opponent.” “Damn it,” cried Necra as she backed off.  “You let me cut you on purpose just so that you could get close enough to deliver a fatal blow, didn’t you?”  Hawk nodded.  “You sure have guts, but I'll let you in on a little secret.  Normal weapons aren’t enough to kill a lich.  All you would have accomplished by stabbing me is buying a few more seconds of life.” “I’m fully aware of that.” “And yet you were still prepared to do that anyway.” “Yep.” Necra laughed.  “You truly are an interesting human.  I guess I can entrust you with some information but you must promise not to tell another soul.” “You have my word.” Necra looked him over before deciding that his word was good enough.  “I am on a mission from the underworld.  I come from clan of liches whose sole duty is to keep the balance between the worlds of the living and the dead.  Part of that requires hunting down and eliminating rogue reapers. “Rogue reapers?  What are those?” “As the name suggests, rogue reapers are grim reapers who have gone rogue.  The job of a grim reaper is to escort the souls of the dead to their rightful resting place, Heaven for the souls of the righteous innocent and Hell for the souls of the wicked and the damned.  However, there are some reapers who have chosen to instead devour the souls of the dead in attempt to become stronger.  Some of them have even gone so far as to orchestrate the deaths of those not yet meant to die to use as fuel for their own ambitions.  Their ultimate goal is the creation of a world where the grim reapers can reign over the worlds of the living and the dead. “And what does this have to do with me?” “It would seem that a rogue reaper is targeting you.  Unfortunately, it is not uncommon for a rogue reaper to orchestrate the killing of someone close to their target before taking their target’s soul.  The reason for this is that a soul tastes best once it has been thrust into complete and utter hopelessness and despair.  I predict that if the reaper is not stopped, one of your friends will surely be dead before the next sunrise.  After that, it will come for you.” “So, then all I have to do to stop it is wait for this reaper to show up and kill it, right?” “It’s not that simple.  As they are now, reapers are incapable of killing living creatures directly.  However, they can get the living to do the dirty work for them by manipulating their emotions and insecurities.  If the conditions are right, they can even manipulate someone into taking their own life.  Thus, it is unlikely that you will ever see the rogue reaper and even if you did, it’s impossible to kill a reaper with mortal weapons.” “So, then what am I supposed to do?” “There are two things that you can do.  The first option is that you can help you’re guildmates survive by preventing them from doing something stupid like killing each other or taking their own lives.  The second option is to offer your soul to save your friends.  When a rogue reaper’s plans are achieved or thwarted, they will usually leave because it is too dangerous for them to stay in one place for too long.  While you decide which action you will take, my job will be to track it down and slay it before it’s too late.” “Why are you helping me?  I thought you wanted my soul.” “That’s why I’m helping you.  I’ll be damned if I let that creature take what I have already staked my claim on.  Now you best get going and try not to breath a word of this to anyone.  If the reaper finds out about this, it would make it much harder to stop it.” “Alright,” said Hawk as he turned and picked up his quiver and bow.   “You’re a fool though if you think I’ll let either of you have my soul.” “You truly are an interesting human,” laughed Necra.  As she turned to walk deeper into the forest, the smile faded from her face.  “But that’s why the reaper is targeting you in the first place.  It will be your fault if anyone dies, and if it comes down to it, I will kill you to save her life.”  With that, Necra disappeared, leaving Hawk with more questions than answers.  All he knew was that something was coming and if he didn’t find a way to stop it, someone close to him was going to die. To be Continued
Part 9 After hearing some startling news from Necra, Hawk’s mind was stricken with a sense of helplessness and dread.  How could he possibly stand up against a creature that he couldn’t see, let alone kill?  At this point all he could do was try to keep the girls safe without letting on about what was really going on.  Hawk became so lost in thought that he was almost three-fourths of the way back to camp before he remembered that he was covered in Necra’s piss.  “Damn that stinks,” muttered Hawk as a breeze pushed the urine smell into his nostrils.  “I can’t possibly go back smelling like this.”  He stopped for a moment and thought about what to do.  After mulling over his options, he decided that he would go jump in the river.  He thought that at the very least the river would wash away the smell. About ten minutes later, Hawk reached the drop-off just above the river where Lilith had pushed him in.   As he looked down at the water, he began to hear humming echoing from down the river.  His curiosity peaked, he began walking along the slope above the river, using the bushes and trees for cover.  A few minutes passed before he found the source of the humming.  Hawk settled down on another small drop-off just above the river.  From his vantage point, Hawk could see Lizzy sitting at the edge of the river washing clothes.  But what really caught Hawk’s attention was that she was wearing only her underwear.  His attention soon shifted back to the song Lizzy was humming.  Lizzy’s humming soon turned to singing.  Hawk had heard Lizzy hum before but this was the first time he heard her actually sing.  As Hawk listened closer, he realized for the first time that she was singing in her elfin language.  Although he couldn’t understand a word of what was coming out of her mouth, he still thought that her voice was like that of an angel.  Mesmerized by Lizzy’s song, Hawk began edging closer to the edge of the drop-off.  Suddenly he lost his balance and tumbled forward over the drop-off.  “SHIT!!!” he screamed just before he hit the water.  Luck was on Hawk’s side once again as the water was deep enough to avoid injury.  Seconds after hitting the water, Hawk surfaced only to find a clearly startled Lizzy staring at him. “What the hell are you doing?” cried Lizzy.  When Hawk didn’t respond, Lizzy looked behind her and saw the drop-off.  “Were you spying on me?” “Yes, but I didn’t mean too,” said Hawk.  Lizzy shot him an angry glance.  “What I meant to say was that I got so caught up in your singing that I couldn’t help but watch you.” Lizzy’s face went beet red.  “You heard my singing?” “Yeah, and I thought it was beautiful,” admitted Hawk as he began moving towards dry land.  Of course, he completely forgot about what he smelled like. “What is that smell?” asked Lizzy as she pinched her nose. “I was chasing a wild pig and ended up getting peed on,” he lied.   “Please don’t tell the others.” “I won’t say a word,” she replied back.  Lizzy then averted her gaze, her cheeks redder than before.  “Since I’m already washing clothes anyway, I could wash the ones your wearing too.  At least this way you won’t go back to camp smelling like that.” “Sounds good to me,” said Hawk.  As Lizzy looked back at Hawk, she noticed that Hawk had already begun stripping.  Lizzy couldn’t help but admire Hawk’s muscular body, but what really caught her attention was the scar that ran along his chest.  Hawk had gotten that scar while trying to protect her and Lisa during the bandit attack four years earlier.  Every time she saw it, she couldn’t help but feel responsible as it never would have happened if she had not been captured so easily in the first place.  Lizzy then shifted her gaze to Hawk’s legs and noticed that he had not taken his underwear off.  Without even realizing it, Lizzy let out a small sigh of disappointment at not getting to see Hawk completely naked again.  Hawk must have heard her sigh as he said, “Would you like me to take these off too?”  Hawk then made a show of grabbing his underwear as though he was seriously going to pull them down. “That’s okay, I’ve seen more than enough of your crotch over these last couple of days.  Besides it’s not all that impressive anyway.”  Lizzy felt dirty the moment she said it.  She also felt a little perverted for secretly having wanted to see it again. “That’s harsh,” laughed Hawk as he handed her his shirt and pants.  He then moved closer to her and whispered into her ear, “Just so you know, I would’ve stripped naked if you asked me to.” “You’re a pervert,” cried Lizzy, her face reaching a whole new color of red. “I was just joking.  Man, the look on your face was just priceless.”  Although in reality, Hawk had been completely serious. “Just shut up and get in the water already.” “Alright.”  As Hawk entered the river, he watched Lizzy as she set about washing his clothes.  He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful she was and how much he wished he could make her his.  Moments later, Lizzy finished washing Hawk’s clothes and laid them out with the other clothes she had washed in the sun to dry.  She then proceeded to walk into the water and ended up settling right next to Hawk.  “What are you doing?” asked Hawk, beginning to get a little nervous. “I was getting hot and needed to cool off.  Do you have a problem with that?”  Before Hawk could respond, a familiar voice called out from the trees, “Hey Lizzy, are you almost done washing the clothes?”  The voice belonged to Lisa, and from the sound of her footsteps she was getting closer. “Hold your breath,” screamed Lizzy as she pushed Hawk under the water and proceeded to sit on his chest.  Seconds later, Lisa emerged from the trees and made her way to the edge of the river. “What are you doing?” asked Lisa as she noticed that Lizzy was acting a little suspiciously. “I’m just taking a dip in the river while the clothes dry.” “You’re taking a dip in your underwear?” “Yeah, is there a problem with that?” “Not really,” replied Lisa.  She paused for a moment as she looked around.  “I could have sworn that I heard Hawk’s voice.  Did he come by here?” “As a matter of fact, you just missed him,” lied Lizzy as she used the full weight of her body to keep Hawk underneath the water.  “He ran past here a couple a moments ago chasing after a wild pig.  I’m sure that once he’s finished with that he’ll head back to camp.” “You’re probably right,” replied Lisa.  For a few brief seconds, it appeared as though she was going to leave.  However, Lizzy’s hopes were quickly dashed when Lisa removed her shirt and pants.  “Do you mind if I join you?” “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” replied Lizzy. “Why not?”  As Lisa began moving closer to the river, Lizzy knew that she needed to think of something.  Suddenly air bubbles began spurting up from beneath her.  They were from Hawk who by now was struggling to hold his breath.  Lisa clearly noticed them but obviously didn’t know what they were as the next thing she asked Lizzy was, “Did you just fart?” “I did no such thing.  I am a lady and ladies do not fart,” declared Lizzy.  Just as she said that, a few more air bubbles breached the surface.  “Are you sure?  The bubbles coming from beneath you seem to say otherwise.”  Lisa paused a moment as she tried to figure out Lizzy’s strange behavior.  “Or could it be that you’re trying to hide something?” “I’m not hiding anything.”  Of course, Lizzy’s denial only made her sound more suspicious.  Lizzy watched in horror as Lisa stepped into the water and began to slowly make her way towards her.  Realizing how bad things might look if Lisa managed to get closer, Lizzy knew that if she was going to drive her away, then it was now or never.  Luckily for her, Lisa had given her an idea for how to drive her off: Lizzy would need to rip the biggest fart of her life and pray that it would be enough to make Lisa leave.  Of course, she was painfully aware that Hawk was right beneath her and would thus feel it, but she didn’t have any other choice.  Lizzy took a deep breath and with all the force she could muster, ripped a big one and in doing so, she accidentally peed herself a little. “Holy shit that stinks!” screamed Lisa as the smell hit her.  She quickly turned around and got out of the river.  “Maybe I’ll join you another time,” she said as she threw her clothes back on and left. “Thank goodness that’s over,” said Lizzy.  Suddenly a pair of hands burst to the surface, grabbing her breasts in the process.  Before she had time to respond, Hawk shot up to the surface with enough force that Lizzy was knocked onto her back while Hawk landed on top of her. “I thought I was going to die,” said Hawk as he began gasping for air.  It only took a few seconds for the smell to hit him.  “Damn Lizzy, what the hell did you eat?” “Could you please get off of me?” whined Lizzy.  As Hawk looked down, he realized that his hands were clutching Lizzy’s breasts. “I’m so sorry,” replied Hawk as he jumped back.  Hawk watched as Lizzy stood up, her face a shade of red that Hawk never thought possible.  He then noticed the yellow spot on her white panties. “Let’s just forget this happened,” cried Lizzy, tears of embarrassment beginning to form in her eyes.  Suddenly she felt a twinge in her bladder, the kind of twinge she only felt on the occasions when she would severely embarrass herself in front of Hawk.  She knew that it was only a matter of time before she would explode and all she could think about was getting away from Hawk before that happened.  As Lizzy spun around toward the river bank and took a step forward, she felt her bladder spasm.  Hawk managed to grab her just as she lost her balance.  “Let go of me,” she cried as she spun around and pushed him away.  Unfortunately for her, as Hawk fell backwards he accidentally grabbed onto her bra, ripping it off in the process. “Owww,” cried Hawk as he fell on his butt, “what the hell was that for?”  As he looked up, he saw that Lizzy was now topless.  For a brief few seconds, Hawk noticed that Lizzy’s left breast seemed different than the one on the right although he didn’t have enough time to figure out the difference. “NOOOO,” she screamed as she covered her breast with her arms and fell to her knees.  Her cheeks were now stained with her tears.  Hawk crawled over to her, and unable to hold back his curiosity, grabbed Lizzy’s arms and forced them out of the way.  As he stared at her breasts, he noticed that the left one was indeed different from the right.  The area around the left nipple was partially deformed and covered with scar tissue.  Hawk knew instantly that this was the result of an accident he caused roughly four years earlier.  He couldn’t help but stare.  “Don’t look at it, it’s hideous,” sobbed Lizzy. “I don’t think it’s hideous at all,” replied Hawk.  “You’re lying” spat Lizzy, her eyes now filled with anger.  “You find this disgusting, don’t you?” “No, I don’t.  It’s a part of you and thus it is beautiful.”  As Hawk looked into her eyes, he could tell that she didn’t believe him. Before Hawk even knew what he was doing, he gently placed his lips on her nipple and kissed it.  Lizzy’s body trembled and a soft moan escaped her lips.    Hawk stared once more into her eyes and declared, “There is no part of you that I could ever find disgusting.”  He then released her arms, knowing full well that Lizzy would likely beat the hell out of him for his actions.  Hawk closed his eyes in anticipation for the first hit but it didn’t come.  A moment passed before Hawk opened his eyes to see Lizzy staring at him intensely. “It will make more than a simple kiss on my bosom to make me truly believe that you are sincere.  Prove to me that I can trust what you say.” “I will do as you wish,” Hawk softly replied, moving closer to her.  He then lowered his head and wrapped his mouth around the partially deformed nipple.  Lizzy’s entire body shook in ecstasy as Hawks tongue playfully caressed her nipple.  Seconds later she felt something moving on her right breast and as she looked down, she saw it was Hawk’s hand. “Stop,” she muttered, although the tone of her voice and the trembling of her body said otherwise.  By this point her breathing had become heavy and she was squeezing her knees together in desperation.  Lizzy could feel the urge to pee welling up inside of her, but at the same time she didn’t want Hawk to stop. Hawk moved his mouth away from her breast.  As he looked at her, the urge to make her his grew stronger and stronger to the point that he could no longer hold himself back.  “You’re lips say one thing, but your body says another.  I will not stop until you truly want me to.”  He then grabbed her left breast with his free hand and then began massaging the nipple between his fingers. “Please stop,” moaned Lizzy, her tone still contradicting her words. “Give me a good reason why?” “Because if you don’t, I’m going to wet myself,” as she said it, the yellow patch on her white panties grew slightly larger.  Hawk took notice of this and smiled. “You’ve already soiled yourself.  At this point you might as well just let it all out.  I’ll even help you.”  Hawk then placed one of his hands inside her panties and began tapping his fingers on the top of her crotch while simultaneously applying pressure.  It became too much for Lizzy to bear and within seconds her panties were filling up with golden water.  Hawk felt the warmth engulf his hand and for the first time he didn’t care about being pissed on because it was Lizzy’s piss that was now running along his fingers.  The ordeal lasted for about a minute and a half and by the time Lizzy was finished, there was not a single patch of white on her once clean panties.  As Hawk removed his hand from her panties, he said, “We can’t exactly leave you like this.”  Then like a man possessed by his own sexual desires, he grabbed Lizzy’s panties and began removing them. “PLEASE STOP!” screamed Lizzy.  As Hawk looked up, he saw fresh tears streaming down Lizzy’s cheeks.  What he saw in her eyes was much worse.  The look in her eyes was one of pure terror, one he had not seen since the incident with Edward.  Hawk was instantly brought back to his senses.  He stopped what he was doing and moved away from her. “I’m so sorry,” he said as he sprung up and ran off further down the river, trying to put as much distance between them as he could.   ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………... As soon as he thought he was far enough away, he stopped and knelt down by the river.   “What have I done?” he asked himself as he looked down at his piss stained hand.  As he turned towards the water to wash it off, he could have sworn that the reflection he saw in the river was not his own but Edward’s.  Hawk then jammed his fist into the reflection and as the ripples faded, the reflection he saw was once again his own.  “I’m a monster.  All I do is hurt anyone who gets close to me.  Maybe it would be best if I just disappear.”  Suddenly Hawk felt something wet run down his cheeks.  He then touched his dry hand to his cheek and realized that he was crying for the first time in almost ten years. “You’re not a monster,” replied a voice behind him.  It was Lizzy who was desperately trying to catch her breath. “Get away from me,” shouted Hawk as he jumped to his feet.  “If you get near me there is no guarantee that I’ll be able to hold myself back.  I truly am just like Edward.”  Suddenly Hawk felt a sharp stinging sensation across his cheek. “Shut up.  You are nothing like Edward.  If you were, you would have kept going no matter how much I told you to stop.  Besides, monsters like that guy don’t cry tears of remorse.” “I’m so sorry Lizzy, I don’t know what got into me.” Lizzy walked over to Hawk and pressed her forehead against his.  “It’s alright, I know that you would never do anything malicious to me.  In fact, I’m probably just as much to blame as you are.  I sort of led you on and things got out of hand.  Until I know whether I can truly return your feelings, I think it’s best that we try to take things slow and let whatever happens happen.”  Lizzy then extended her hand out to Hawk, “Are we good?” “Yeah, we’re good,” replied Hawk. “We should probably head back and get our clothes now.”  As the two began walking back up the river, Lizzy asked, “Hawk there’s a question that has been on my mind since you confessed to me earlier today.  Do you mind if I ask it?” “Go ahead.” “Who did you enjoy kissing more, me or Lilith?”  Hawk did not answer.  Instead he kept walking.  “Come on Hawk, I need to know this stuff before I can make a decision.” Hawk stopped and turned to face her.  “You know damn well that I only have feelings for….” But before he could finish his sentence Lizzy grabbed his face in her hands and planted a passionate kiss on his lips, her tongue playfully dancing with his.  As she pulled back, all Hawk could do was stare at her.  “What was that for?” he stuttered. “That was revenge for making me wet myself.” “How the hell is that revenge?  Honestly that seems more like a reward to me.” “No, it is revenge because it’s the last kiss you’ll be getting from me for a long time.  I hope you enjoyed it,” she said with a playfully wicked grin.  She then turned her back to him and walked away. “Ha ha, very funny,” said Hawk.  He paused for a moment waiting for her to say it was a joke.  When that didn’t happen, he began to get a little nervous.   “You were joking, right?  Right?” “You’ll see,” sang Lizzy, enjoying how flustered Hawk was becoming. “That’s not fair!” cried Hawk as he followed behind her.  Suddenly he felt a cold chill run down his spine.  As he stopped and turned his head towards the trees, he could have sworn that he saw a dark shadow watching them only to disappear within a blink of an eye. “Is everything all right Hawk?” “Yeah, everything’s alright,” replied Hawk.  As they continued walking he whispered under his breath, “Let’s just hope things stay that way.”  Of course, what neither of them could have known was that a tragedy would soon befall there guild later that night. To be continued…
Hi their Omorashi comicman320 hear and I’m back with another story. I am without a doubt one of the biggest comic geeks around and I wanted to use that to make a story I hope people will enjoy. Also it helps that Emma Frost is one of the sexiest characters in marvel and very easy imagine in a situation like this. As always read and review and if this story takes off I just might make more using some of the sexiest x-girls in comics. All the best comicman320   X-men story one: Emma’s bursting bladder If you had once told Emma Frost that she would one day become a member of the very group of mutant super heroes she had fought against for so long she would have called you crazy. At the age of 33 the blond bombshell stood at a height of six feet and weighed approximately 120 pounds. Her long blond hair and beautiful features would turn any mans head, but what truly made her stand out were her e-cup breasts and smooth ass that you could bounce a quarter off. At the moment the former queen of the hellfire club was in her room standing in front of her full-length mirror. A recent wave of nostalgia had overtaken her and she decided to break out her old hellfire club outfit and see if it still fit. The outfit had always made her feel superior and sexy and that’s why even after joining the x-men she had kept it as a memento of her past and what she had accomplished even if those accomplishments had lead her down a very dark path. Looking in the mirror Emma could tell the outfit still showed off all her best features. The girdle strained against her giant breasts trying to keep them contained and the bikini bottoms barley covered her ass and pussy. After taking a few minutes to admire her self, Emma began to look around the room she shared with her boyfriend Scott Summers. Eventually her wandering eyes fell upon the picture her lover kept on the desk at all times. It was a photo of Scott and his now deceased wife Jean Grey on their wedding day. Some days it hurt Emma knowing that Scott would never love her as much as Jean but the guilt of almost destroying their marriage still lingered so she did not object to Scott keeping the photo in what was now their room. Turning from the picture she saw that her ass was still being reflected in the mirror and gained a naughty idea. Her lover was always so stressed after a mission and seeing her in this outfit might just be the key to helping him unwind. Smirking, Emma sat at the desk and began to work on paperwork while waiting for her lovers return. Two hours later Emma had already finished the paperwork and was now lounging in a chair with a cup of herbal tea and a good book. However, this was her fourth cup in the last hour and all that tea was beginning to make its way down to her bladder. At first it was only a small twinge that was easy to ignore by crossing her legs, but unfortunately that last cup had made it grow from a twinge to a full on spasm. Grabbing her bikini clad pussy; Emma bit her lip and tried to come up with a solution to her little dilemma. At first she considered just getting up and finding a toilet but she quickly scrapped that idea when she remembered the size of the mansion. Finding a toilet would take time considering the mansion was practically a maze and while she was searching the numerous amount of male students would no doubt get an eyeful of her in this outfit. Normally she would love the attention but now was not the time. For the next ten minutes Emma simply sat their grabbing at her pussy and trying with all her might to keep the ocean of pee contained between her sexy legs. At first, Emma thought she could hold out but a wave of agony from her pussy soon brought that thought to an end. The resulting spasms disrupted her control and caused a small leak to seep out of her pussy and stain her white bottoms. Knowing that she was loosing the battle with her own bladder Emma grasped her pussy with all her might and used her amazing telepathic powers to out a mental pulse all through the mansion. The command “sleep” swept though the mansion and soon everyone was slumped over in a deep sleep. Knowing this was her chance; Emma squeezed her pussy muscles with all her strength and began the hunt for a bathroom. Hobbling along as fast as her bladder would let her Emma searched franticly for the toilet she so desperately needed. After searching for almost ten minutes Emma began to feel her bladder control slipping again and stopped to regain control. Unfortunately, this wasn’t enough and another spurt leaked out her aching pussy further dampening her already soiled bottoms. Emma’s eyes were wide with fear and pain and she considered the real possibility that she just might piss herself. However she quickly banished those fears and thought “ No!! I am an X-men and the former hellfire queen I refuse to suffer the humiliation of wetting myself like a goddam child”. Gathering her strength, Emma resumed her quest for a toilet and to her joy finally found one after looking for another five pain filled minutes. Unfortunately, it was not the ladies room she was hoping for but at this point it she would take anything that would save her from pissing herself. Quickly opening the door, Emma discovered to her joy that the men’s room was empty and thanks to her mental pulse she had all the privacy she required. At first she was hoping to make it to stall but the current state of her bladder control made that impossible. With pee starting to leak out again Emma shed her soiled bottoms and made her way to the urinal. Mustering the last of strength, Emma aimed her ass at the urinal and finally released all the pee stored in her aching pussy. Emma sighed in utter relief and pissed without restraint for over ten minutes. Despite the fact her women hood was on display for the world to see Emma was just happy that her agony was finally over. After showering and washing her old outfit Emma undid her mental command and was know once again relaxing in her room with only a shirt to cover her glories naked body. Hearing the door open Emma looked up and smiled when she saw Scott was back from his mission at last. Before he new it Scott has his lips claimed by his girlfriend and felt every inch of her glories body pressed against his. Breaking off the kiss Scott smiled and said, “well if that’s going to be my greeting all the time I should go on long missions more often” laughing Emma gave him a sexy smirk and said” well sweetheart just relax and ill give you a greeting that you will never forget”. With that no more words were needed and the couple made love without restraint.
Inside the gessen academy,a girl with an orge mask was busy drawing manga. Her name was murakumo. She acted though when she had her mask on,but behaved very shy without it. She used her mask to hide her face because,according to her,she's too ugly for people to look at her. Many people tried to convince her that she's a beautiful and cute girl,but she constantly denies it and does whatever it takes to hide her face. Right now,the masked beauty was busy writting manga while constanly crossing her legs. She needed to relief herself really badly,but she needed to finish her manga fast because the exhibition was a few days away. 'Finally! It's done!' Murakumo yelled. She quickly ran towards her room and stored the manga inside her bag. She was about to exit the room and use the bathroom,but her valley girl friend called shiki stopped her. 'Hey murky! I'm like,planning,to head to the shopping district to buy new clothes. How about we spend,like,some time together? You've totally been in here all day,fer shuh....' shiki said. Murakumo saw the concern on the valley girls face and nodded. 'Alright,let's go right now!' Shiki said as she dragged murakumo away. 'Wait!' Murakumo said with a deep voice. Shiki let go of her hand. 'Let me use the bathroom....' murakumo said as she entered the restroom of the elite hallway. She took one of the stalls and immediately pulled down her thights and panties. She sat down on the toilet and let out a very deep sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder. She had a relieved look on her face,but it wasn't visible because of her mask...not that anyone was looking at her. The stream lasted for a while before dying down. Murakumo wiped herself before pulling up her tights and flushing the toilet. She washed her hand and exited the bathroom,where she met shiki. 'There you are! Now,like,let's get moving!' Shiki said excitedly. Murakumo nodded. 'But......' Shiki quickly swipped away murakumo's mask,revealing her face. Murakumo started panicking and covering her face. 'W-w-w-what are you doing?! G-g-g-give me back my mask!' Murakumo yelled. Her deep and calm voice was now replaced with a more high pitched and nervous one. 'C'mon murky! You gotta learn to live life without that mask,gurl!' Shiki said as she put away the mask. 'I'll give it back to you once we come back home...' shiki said as they started walking. Shikie pulled out a bottle And gave it to murakumo. 'Here,you look thirsty after all that time of working...' shiki said with a smile. As they arrived at the shopping district,murakumo was doing her best to hide her face while ignoring all of the remarks. 'Look at that cutie!' 'Ahh,those green eyes are so adorable!' 'Kawaii!' Murakumo started panicking because of the remarks. 'S-shiki?! Who are they talking about?! Who do they keep calling cute?!' Murakumo asked. 'You of course,gurl!' Shiki said with a smile. 'N-no! It can't be! I'm hideous! Nobody would want to interact with me!' Murakumo said as she was still covering her face. 'Ohhh,lookie here!' Shiki said as she found the shop the was looking for. 'C'mon murky! Let's go!' She said as she dragged murakumo into the shop. Shiki started browing into the shop while murakumo just stood in the background waiting for her friend to finish. Murakumo was trying to hide two things: Her face And the pressure that was building up inside her bladder. The drink that shiki gave her earlier was starting to make murakumo feel desperate. She would've asked shiki for help,but she 'knew' that nobody would help an 'ugly witch' like herself. After what seemed like hours,shiki finished browsing and found some clothes. 'Lookie murky! These dress will,like,totally be perfect for the party at erika's house!' Shiki said with a smile. Murakumo just shyly nodded while shaking a bit. 'Are you okay? You look nervous...like,more than usual.' Shiki said with a concerned look on her face. 'Can i please have my Mask back?!' Murakumo asked. She couldn't build up the courage to ask her friend for a bathroom break without her mask. 'C'mon murky! You can totally keep it off for a bit longer,right?' Shiki said with a smile. This caused murakumo to whine a bit as the pressure in her bladder was growing even more. Shiki seemed to catch onto murakumo's desperation. 'Murky? Do you,like,need to use the ladies room?' Murakumo didn't respond. 'Can i just please-' 'Murky,you totally don't need the mask to ask for permission. Now,like,please answer question.' Murakumo remained quiet while shaking on the spot. 'Murky? Do you need the ladies room?' Murakumo didn't reply..but she nodded. 'C'mon...say it....' shiki said with a frown. 'I...i need to use the bathroom...really badly....' murakumo said as she started shaking. Both out of nervousness and because of desperation. Shiki nodded and quickly headed to the clerk to pay off her stuff. She and murakumo quickly started to look around the shopping district until they found a bathroom. They both entered the ladies room and saw two empty stalls next to each other. Murakumo hesitated to enter. She looked at shiki,who knew exactly what she was about to ask. 'Murky...you don't need the mask to use the toilet.' 'But i-' Shiki walked up next to murakumo and opened a stall. 'If it makes you feel better,i'll use the stall next to you...' shiki said as she entered the stall. Murakumo sighed and entered her stall. She saw the japanese styled toilet below her She could hear the sound of shiki pulling down her tights. She looked down and blushd when she saw shiki's shadow. This was all followed up by a sigh of relief from shiki,who let out a loud stream of pee. Murakumo blushed and grabbed her groin. She sighed before pulling down her own tights and squating down. She hesitated for a bit before relaxing and letting out a small spurt followed by a gasp... She paused for a bit before letting out anothr spurt...wich turned into a hissing stream. Murakumo sighed as she relieved herself. 'See gurl? That wasn't so hard.' Shiki said. As murakumo was peeing,she blushed. Was her stream really that loud? She decided not to think about it and continued to empty her bladder. Her stream lasted for about 30 seconds before stopping. She reached out for a piece of paper and wiped herself with it. But she felt a bit more Embarrassed while doing this than she did without her mask. She exited the stall and saw shiki holding her mask. 'Good going! You managed to pee without your mask. What do you have to say for yourself?' Shiki asked with a smile. Murakumo quickly grabbed her mask and put it back on. 'I hope i never have to do that again....' she said with her deep voice before exiting the ladies room. Shiki sighed at her friend before Exiting the ladies room.
Hello, Rick Dixon asked me to write a story he had outlined. I reluctantly agreed, but English is not my native tongue. Well, here is the story. Rick Dixon, I hope you are not disappointed! Kelsey – desperate to pee Her name was Kelsey. There wasn’t much special about her. In fact she was a quite ordinary girl. Well, she had red hair, that wasn’t that common in her class. But apart from that? She had tan skin and was quite fit. Not surprising for an 18 year old. Most girls her age were looking after themselves and wanted to be fit. Her classmates were not different. Kelsey didn’t consider herself very attractive. She didn’t like her butt and she didn’t like her bosom. Her butt was too big and her boobs too small. At least she thought they were. Again, not much difference to her classmates. Which girl really liked her appearance? That her but wasn’t too big and that her breasts were just perfect didn’t matter. Yeah, they weren’t huge, but who was really into huge, artificial boobs anyway? Like already said, she was not very different from the rest of the class. Her outfit reflected this – a grey t-shirt and black tights. Those tights were quite daring – stopping above the ankles. Her school was very strict in several aspects and tights stopping above the ankles was walking on a thin line. But most girls her age had learned which was close to the edge and what was beyond. No surprise, having spent several years in school gave you lots of experience. To make it short – there was nothing special about Kelsey. Well, there was one thing. Kelsey had to pee. Quite badly. She had had way more to drink for lunch then usual because food had been great, but spicey. And she had chatted too long with her friends. That’s why she had missed her chance to go to the toilet before class. She wasn’t that concerned about it, even if her bladder wasn’t very strong. Luckily the teacher was a nice one, Mrs. Ruth wasn’t as strict as most teachers in her school. What Kelsey didn’t know was, that some pupils saw the kindness of Mrs. Ruth as weakness. And had abused it quite much in the last weeks. Nothing too major, but enough to let the principal have a word with Mrs. Ruth. That had been one hour before class started, and obviously Mrs. Ruth was furious. She was nice to the kids and how did they repay it? Well, if kindness was not appreciated – then she would be harsh and strict too. Poor Kelsey had no idea about these lines of thought. That the topic of this lesson was about water and the natural cycle of it (raining, flowing under water into rivers, back into the ocean, condensation…) didn’t help Kelsey’s bladder in the slightest. All the talk about flowing water made her need to urinate much worse. 20 minutes before the ending she asked Mrs. Ruth to be excused. And was shocked to be denied. Until now she was quite sure that she would be able to pee as soon as she really wanted, having to ask being everything she would have to do. The denial seemed to increase her urge quite a lot. A psychological thing. Being able to pee in 10 seconds if needed will let your mind rest easy. You have no worries, you are relaxed and your urge is manageable. But having to hold it? Having no chance to pee? That makes the same fullness of your bladder much worse! And Kelsey was experiencing this phenomena – much to her horror! She begged Mrs. Ruth to let her go, but – being still furious about how her clemency had been abused – denied her. Poor, poor Kelsey. Just one day earlier she would have had no problems. And a few days later probably neither, giving Mrs. Ruth enough time to cool down. Kelsey had picked the exact wrong moment for needing a bio break during the lesson. And it was still 20 minutes. Not much time in most cases. But with a full bladder? What should she do? Well, there wasn’t much she could do. She just had to hold it. For a few seconds she wondered if she should just rush out of class, even without permission. But that would mean a lot of trouble. And it was only 20 minutes, surly she would be able to wait that long. She was 18 after all, not a baby. But time seemed to crawl - the more she wished it to speed up the slower it became. She was squirming in her place, trying not to be too obvious about her pressing need. She’d be aghast if everybody knew that she was bursting. 15 minutes before the period ended a strong urge took her by surprise and she nearly lost a spurt. She hadn’t used her hands until now, but in this second she had no other choice. Her hands flew to her crotch and she pressed against it with all her strength. Luckily the table prevented most in class from seeing what she was doing. And it worked! What a great relief. She felt getting back in control, holding seemed much easier. At least for a few minutes. But the universe had an ugly sense of humor.  Three of her schoolmates became thirsty and started to drink. How was that possible? She was surrounded by drinking teenagers, water sloshed in the bottles and the teacher kept talking about flowing water. Her legs started to shake, her surroundings making her hold that much harder. Just when she thought it could not get much worse Mrs. Ruth started a short video to sum up the lesson. Just a few minutes were left and Kelsey hadn’t paid much attention to Mrs. Ruth. That’s why the start of the video caught her completely unprepared. Her urge to urinate had become critical. The video started with a huge waterfall, the Niagara-falls. They are a huge wonder of nature and completely breathtaking. And the most horrible thing that could happen to Kelsey. The thundering roar of the waterfalls nearly made her lose all control. She let out a whimper and pressed on her crotch for dear life. She was horrified because she knew everybody would look at her – the girl who was about to pee herself. But when she looked up she realized, that not everything went wrong today. The sound and the awesome spectacle of the video had masked her desperation, her classmates didn’t realize in what trouble she was. What a relief! But another relief would be even more welcome. Her poor bladder felt so full. How could she need to pee so much? Her bladder felt incredibly stretched. Not being used to hold it for a longer time she had way more trouble holding her full bladder then many others would have felt with the same amount of liquid in their bladders. And then the bell rang. Kelsey was so relieved. She had felt being in kind of a hell where time stretched indefinitely. But her hell had ended! She got up – quite slowly to not loose control – and headed right for the door.  After managing to not pee herself after getting up walking became a little easier. She still held her crotch through her pockets and ran to the door. She didn’t bother to pick up her bag. There just was no way for her to grab it. It wasn’t important. Her bag would be there later. Luckily the next bathroom wasn’t far away, just a few meter. She sprinted to the bathroom and collided with the door. Why didn’t this damn door open??? She became furious, she had to pee like crazy and the door would not open. Then she saw the sign. “Out of order” She wanted to scream in anger and frustration, but she held her scream back. There was another toilet on the next floor, but it was quite a long way. Too long for Kelsey. She started to sweat and was close to panic. She looked up and she realized something important: The bathroom was in a quite secluded area, it was in the corner of a hallway. And since the bathroom was out of order there were no one around. And just a few more meters to her left was a small corridor nobody used. Its use was quite obscure, there was no room on the other side, nothing. Why was it there? Nobody knew. Probably just some mistake in the building plans. There was just one single item. A huge plant. A plant with much earth around it. Earth that would be able to absorb her pee.  Under normal circumstances she would never consider peeing into the plant. Even if there was nobody there in most times there still was a substantial risk of being seen and caught. Being seen naked, peeing into a plant? Before today she would not even have thought about such a thing. But in this moment the thought of relieve this close was indefinitely preferable to the thought of having to hold it a few more minutes. She was dying for a piss! Without much more thought she went straight to the flowerpot. She was just about to open the buttons of her tights when she heard a voice behind her: “What are you doing?” She went white as a ghost from shock and turned around. How she managed not to pee herself in this second she would never know. The principal was standing directly in front of her. She still had her hands on her button and she realized that the principal looked at her hands. In one second she turned from ghostly white to beet red. Her legs are clamped together and she desperately tried to keep her water in without having to use her hands in a too obvious way. “You did not want to urinate into the flower, did you?” She tried to laugh it off, but even to her own ears her laugh sounded wrong. Her bladder screamed for release, she feels like she is about to explode any time now. “No Sir, of course not!” It is quite obvious that the principal is not convinced.  He asks a few more questions and Kelsey assured him that she wasn’t up to mischief and that she didn’t need to pee. After much bad luck today another small glimmer of hope and luck came to support her. She had never been in trouble before, she was never a problematic pupil, no teacher had complained about her. That’s why the principal thought about it for a few more moments – still not convinced – but then shrugged and went away. He hadn’t actually caught her doing something illegal and she had no reputation about doing it. “Well, ok, but remember, we have strict rules here!” In Kelsey’s had played an absolutely horror movie – she, being an 18 year old girl, losing control of her bladder directly in front of the principal. The shame! Having her pants completely wet and soaked. There would be no hiding her accident, if she would lose control now her crotch would be soaked in two seconds. But he went away! He really went away! She had another chance. Obviously peeing in the plant was no longer possible. She was certain the principal would look back, there was no way she could risk it. She began the long journey to the other toilets. And she made it! She managed to reach the girls-toilet. She nearly cried out with joy, relieve was close. Only a few more seconds. She checked the door. No “out of order” sign, thank god! She reached for the door. Hesitated for half a second. And yes! The door opened! Her hold would be over soon, she had made it! But as went into the door she cried out in misery. There was huge line, there were at least 10 girls in front of her and just two stalls. The girls were squirming and obviously desperate too. “Pleeeease, I need to pee so bad, can I go in front” she pleaded. Too shaken with her own desperation to recognize the state the other girls were in. “No way, we are all bursting here! We had an experiment with a diuretic last lesson and the damn main bathroom is out of order. You will wait until it is your turn! We are all dying to piss” Kelsey looked up and realized that the girl was right. Every one of the girls had her hands jammed in her crotch. Kelsey broke down, she fell to the floor, her legs crossed, holding on for dear life. “Ahhh, that’s my luck” she swears, unable to believe that relieve has again been denied to her. She was holding it so long! She had to bloody piss! Hearing the toilet flush was hell. And heaven. Both at the same time. The sound made her holding even worth, but at the same time it made the line move forward. How could heaven feel so terrible? And how could hell be so great? But it was slow going, horribly slow. Because of the diuretic each girl needed a long time to pee. After a few minutes there were still 6 girls in front of her. That’s when one girl cried out “Noooo, please noooo” and started to cry. The girl had lost control of her bladder and started to pee her pants. Kelsey felt a little pity for the girl, but at the same time she was furious. The girl wetting herself reminded her bladder how easy it would be to let go. And there was nothing more she wanted to do right now. She had thought her bladder was close to explode 20 minutes before, but she realized that the pressure then hadn’t been that bad. Now the pressure was pure torture. Her sphincter weakened and was close to surrender to the  floods crushing against it. That’s when the girl in front of her rushed to the sink and just said: “I can’t hold it” – and started to pee in the sink. Another girl rushed after the first one, ready to take her please in the sink after she was finished. Why hadn’t she thought of that? Kelsey felt like kicking herself. And then time seemed to slow for her. It was like her mind was waking up and she could think clearly for the first time this day. It would take a few more minutes until she would be able to pee here. And she had not that much time. She could not hold it a few more minutes. Even if her life would depend on it. Her sphincter was exhausted, her bladder ready to explode. She had exactly two possibilities. Pee herself. Or go to the boy’s bathroom. If she was lucky one stall would be free there. If she was unlucky she would have to use the urinal. And of course there was a high chance of a boy spotting her. To be able to use an urinal she would have to totally drop her pants. She had never used it before, but she was sure that the only chance of saving her pants from peeing on them was to pull them down. Every boy would see everything of her. Her private parts would be totally exposed. They would see her vagina, she would have to spread her legs and give them an even better view of her crotch area. That was unthinkable. Or was it? The alternative was to wet herself. And there would be no hiding that. Running through the schoolhouse would give hundreds of other pupils the sight of her soaked pants. Yes, they would not see her private parts, but they would realize that she had wet herself. Wasn’t it better to let a few boys see her naked instead of hundreds seeing her soiled? She had never been naked in front of a boy before, and the thought of exposing herself this way was horrible. But it was better than the alternative. All these thoughts flashed through her head in a second. She rushed to the door and flew to the boy’s bathroom. She still saw everything crystal clear, every thought was fast as lightning. In one second the realized that she wasn’t lucky. There was one boy in the bathroom, the stalls were locked. One urinal was free, the other occupied by the boy. He was busy peeing and didn’t realize who came banging through the door. Didn’t realize that he had company by a beautiful girl, a girl utterly desperate to pee. But of course that changed. As Kelsey rushed up next to him his eyes widened. He stared at her, his dick still in hand. He was the first dick of a boy she had seen, but in her condition that was not important. She had hoped that she would be alone, she had prayed for it. But the prayer hadn’t been answered. Just like all the other prayers in the last 30 minutes to grant her relieve. Well, this was it. This boy would be the first boy to see her naked charms. There was no way she could change what was about to happen. At least he would probably not have a mobile phone with him, the school was very strict about those things. She was glad about that. Her bladder hurt so bad, but for the first time she was happy about that in a strange way. She needed to pee so urgent, that everything paled beside that. Nude in front of a boy? If it meant getting the much needed piss – so be it. She reached for her button, undid it and pulled her pants down. The boy just stared, his dick still in hand. She stood there, just with a small black slip. The slip covered her pubic hair, hair that she had trimmed a little bit. Without delay she pulled her slip down, revealing to the whole world (or to be more exact: to one boy) that she was a real red hair. To get as close as possible to the urinal she spread her legs, offering him a fantastic look between them. He couldn’t believe it. Here was the most beautiful girl he had even seen and she was exposing herself to him like that. Was he dreaming? And it got even better! She took her hands and spread her labia to be better able to aim at the urinal. He was getting the most intimate look at this girl. Even more intimate then many lovers had seen each other. Especially because she had barley opened herself to the fullest that her dams burst. He stared at the vagina of the girl and then pee exploded out of her urethra. She peed a strong, crystal clear stream. He knew that he should look away. But he couldn’t. He was totally fascinated. Seeing his first real pussy this close, this openly and seeing this gorgeous girl pee was beyond his wildest dreams. After she had finished peeing her modesty returned like a blow to the head. She realized what she had done and started to cry, all the time desperately covering her crotch with her hands. As if he hadn’t had enough time to see all there was. “Oh my god, I am so sorry, please don’t tell anybody” she sobbed. He had seen her girl slit, he had seen how she had pulled herself open and peed. Just a few centimeters away from him! He reached over to her and carefully stroked her hair. A little inept, because he lacked experience. “Please don’t tell anybody” she cried. And he didn’t. Epilog: That was two years ago. They are still together, madly in love. It didn’t take them long. Sharing such a moment either makes every single moment afterwards awkward – or you fall in love. He took her virginity and she took his in the same night. On special occasions she holds her pee for him and has full bladder sex with him until she bursts. Or she lets him watch her expel it and even lets him feel the stream. But only when they are at home, she never went desperate in public again. At least until now…
Mipha’s Disgrace The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Captain L for editing, and to everyone who voted to make this my first story of the year Zora’s Domain was the most beautiful place in all of Hyrule. At least, that’s what Princess Mipha believed. She might have been a tad biased in that regard, having been born and raised within its mountains her whole life, but she couldn’t imagine anywhere else possessing the same level of beauty to her. The way the sunlight glistened off the scale-like constructions, with crystal-clear water rushing, cascading, and trickling all around its walls, there was no place she felt more at home. At the moment, however, all that water was not a particularly appealing sight or sound to her. “Mmm, I must start scheduling more breaks in my duties,” Mipha muttered to herself while she briskly made her way across one of the domain’s many walkways, a slight stiffness in her stride. The morning had been a busy one for her, what with her training as the domain’s appointed champion as well as the general preparations for defeating Calamity Ganon. Now that she was by herself for the first time since leaving her quarters that morning, she had become aware of a discomfort growing between her legs. How she had not noticed it before, she could not say, but it certainly had her full attention now. Mipha was not about to deal with this burden in her bladder any longer than she needed to. She picked up her pace a little more, her goal being her bedroom and the water closet within. It was not very ladylike to think so, but she had no doubt it would feel quite nice to sit on her more personal throne and rid herself of all that unclean water and waste. She was quite looking forward to it, if she had to be honest with herself. “Lady Mipha?” Which made it difficult to hide her disappointment when someone called out to her. “Oh! Um, y-yes?” Mipha stood up straight and turned around, wearing a smile no one could tell was not entirely genuine. She made eye contact with the servant standing before her and asked, “Am I needed for something?” The servant bowed. “It seems we have an unexpected visitor to the domain today.” “A visitor?” Mipha raised an eyebrow. It was odd that she would be getting told about such a thing in this manner. “Have you informed the king or any of the other advisors?” “Yes, and they asked me to inform you as well,” replied the servant, “Our visitor is the Hylian Link.” “L-Link!?” Mipha could not hide the surprise and excitement on her face even if she wanted to. “Y-You mean, the appointed champion of Hyrule himself?” “Yes, my lady. It seems he is here as part of his training, particularly in lance combat and swimming.” “I… I see,” Mipha said, trying to put some restraint back into her posture and voice. “Has he been waiting long?” “Not very, my lady. I informed the king, but he is currently busy with his advisors, so I came to you. Link still waits at the plaza by the main fountain.” “Then I shall go to him at once.” Mipha bowed. “Thank you. You may return to your normal duties.” “At once, your grace.” The servant returned the bow and turned around to leave. As soon as he had gotten far enough away, Mipha let her smile come back in full force. One of her favorite Hylians was here today out of the blue? If not for her fatigue from training, she’d have sworn she was dreaming. If by some chance she actually was, she had better get moving and meet him before he woke up, she figured. And so, Mipha set off towards the plaza with a noticeable stride in her walk. If she had moved any quicker, she likely would have been skipping to the fountain. Not that she would ever do that with so many onlookers; the thought alone made her blush. In no time, she had reached the plaza. There he was, standing in front of the fountain, looking with appreciation at the domain’s majestic buildings. Already Mipha felt a flutter in her heart as if she was a teenager fawning over a crush. It was not too far from the truth, she supposed. “It is always a pleasure to see you, Link,” Mipha announced. He turned to her, his blue eyes making contact with hers. She may have years of training in formalities, but those eyes and smile of his always made her feel like a blushing schoolgirl. She knew Link was not one for words, so Mipha cleared her throat and continued. “Though I am sad to say we have not prepared a proper welcome for you. You have caught us at a particularly busy time. That said, I am certain we can provide a meal and some lodging for you if you give us the time-” “Watch out!” This shout from a random zora put Link and Mipha on alert, looking every which way for the cause for alarm. They soon got their answer, for an arrow with a golden tip struck the ground nearby, causing a surge of electricity to erupt from the spot. The other zoras immediately ran for whatever cover they could find as a second, third, and fourth shock arrow landed, creating crackling lightning all around. No words needed to be exchanged. Link and Mipha put their backs together, Link drawing his weapon they lifted their heads up to look for more arrows before they or anyone else would receive a deadly shock. No more came down, however; instead, a distant but powerful roar bellowed from the eastern mountains, then everything was quiet once more. “Not again,” mumbled Mipha as she returned to a relaxed stance. She turned around and saw Link putting away his sword and looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “I’m sorry you had be here for that,” she spoke, “This was certainly not the kind of welcome we had in mind for you.” Seeing no change in Link’s demeanor, she continued. “We have come under attack by a lynel recently. It seems it has happened upon a quiver of shock arrows, and it’s been using them to try and force us into providing it food and other necessities.” Mipha paused to look at one of the arrows in question. The lightning had long dissipated, but she knew far better than to even go near them. “A single touch of a shock arrow can be enough to seriously hurt a zora, or even kill. We have not given into the lynel’s demands, but its attacks grow worse by the day. I fear it won’t be long before someone…” Not wanting to think of that outcome, she looked back at Link. He did not need to say anything, for Mipha could see it in his eyes: that quiet determination he would always get before a fight. That said more than any words could. “Link? Are you certain about this?” she asked. “We could never bring ourselves to place this burden on a visitor, and...” Mipha trailed off again as Link had already responded by walking past her and towards the stairs that would lead to Ploymus Mountain, not a single bit of hesitation in his stride. Her advisors would likely have considered that rude, but Mipha could not help but admire his dedication. No one else but the Champion of Hyrule would immediately set off to help others all on his own. No, not alone, Mipha realized. She could not let him take on the lynel alone, not when she could help him out. While her weapon of the choice, the lightscale trident, was unfortunately being repaired after becoming chipped in her training, her healing powers could still save his life if he were seriously hurt in the fight. Besides, he would likely need directions on how to get to the lynel’s home in the first place. Mipha took her first step towards Link, but gasped as soon as she put her foot down. The motion had caused an unpleasant signal to be sent from her bladder to her brain, reminding her of the bathroom visit she had neglected. “Oh dear,” she muttered. It had been hours since she had last relieved herself, and the pressure had grown to be quite uncomfortable. Knowing now that she would probably not get another chance to pee for a while only made that feeling worse. She shook her head and stood upright. She was the appointed champion of the zoras; she had far more important things to worry about than being able to use the washroom. Picking up her pace, she set off after Link, focusing her thoughts on the lynel and how they could defeat it and save her kingdom. At least, that’s what she tried to do. The zoras had never carved a proper path all the way up to Ploymus Mountain, as they had never needed to. No one really had reason to go there, and the zoras could simply swim up there via the waterfalls leading to the top. That was something Mipha would have to address when she returned to the domain. It was not the effort that worried Mipha. Swimming up the waterfalls was akin to a light jog for her, and while Link had to scale the cliffs by hand, his stamina seemed limitless with the way he effortlessly climbed up. In truth, she fretted over the time it took to scale these cliffs, with every passing minute making her bladder feel a little heavier and bloated. All the rushing and falling water was certainly no help, either. She may be a zora, but even she wasn’t immune to their suggestive powers. Shaking her head again, Mipha tried to refocus her attention once more. Before her now was Lulu Lake, home to the last of the waterfalls leading to Ploymus Mountain. One last swim, and all the water would be behind them, letting her focus on the lynel at last. She looked up to the sheer cliffs and saw Link nearing the top, having almost scaled the whole thing in but a couple minutes. Is there truly any feat he cannot accomplish? thought Mipha. She had better make her way up to meet him at the top, she figured. Stepping into the cool waters, another pang of discomfort rang from her groin, causing her to wince. The idea had occurred to her of relieving herself while Link was busy climbing, possibly even let go once she was waist-deep in the waters. However, she simply could not bring herself to do it with Link near her. Perhaps it was vanity, pride, or just a shy bladder, but to do that around the object of her affection was just… unthinkable. She would grin and bear it while by his side, then use the facilities back home like a proper lady. Anything else was unacceptable. With that in mind, Mipha waded into the waters and up to the waterfall, letting her scales grow used to the waters again. Taking a breath, she dove under the surface, then shot up the falls like a rocket, bobbing and bending with the waters with an elegance befitting a princess of the zoras. In just a few seconds, she had already launched past the top of the falls, spinning in the air to right herself before landing squarely on her feet, her body perfectly upright. “Ah!” Not for long, however. She felt it the instant she hit the ground: a dribble of liquid much warmer than from the waterfall escape from between her legs, going straight down with no barriers to absorb it. In an instant, Mipha clenched the muscles in her groin tighter than before, preventing anything else from leaking out of her. The damage to her mental fortitude, however, had already been done. Suddenly, the possibility of reaching a bathroom all the way back in the domain was looking highly unlikely now. As reluctant as she was to the idea, she would have to find a reason to get away from Link and answer nature’s call in its domain. But a glance to her side showed her that Link was looking right at her, and the panic in her mind came back. He… didn’t see it come out, did he? No, he couldn’t have, not with the rest of the water… right? “Eh heh, s-sorry if I worried you there. The landing was a bit rougher than I expected,” said Mipha, returning to a more refined posture. “The lynel’s den is just up ahead. I’ll show you there.” At once, Mipha walked forward before Link could respond, as unlikely as it seemed. She kept her walk as inconspicuous as she could, but Mipha knew there was a bit of stiffness now. Her only hope was that Link was paying more attention to the surroundings than to her, in case the lynel was nearby. A short time later, and they had reached the summit of Ploymus Mountain. A plateau with several rock structures jutting out from the ground greeted them, but the lynel was nowhere to be seen. “This is where the lynel has been nesting,” said Mipha, “But it would seem he is not home right now.” She was not entirely certain how to feel about this development. Their lives were not in immediate danger, but that also meant they would likely have to wait for him to come back. Her leak had shown that her time until she could no longer hold was slowly but surely running out. She took a step forward, intending to see if the lynel was not hiding somewhere, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Hmm? Yes?” she asked, turning back to Link. Mipha then saw the rare sight of Link’s lips moving. It took a moment for her to process that she had the honor of hearing him speak. He had such a lovely voice, she wondered why he would rarely use it. Unfortunately, what he had to say did not make her happy in the least. “T-Turn back?” Mipha responded in shock. “You… can’t mean that, surely?” She had hoped Link was joking, but knew better. Link was not the jovial type, and the stern look in his eyes was all she needed to know that he wasn’t becoming one now. “I can’t just leave you here,” said Mipha, “I know I’m unarmed, but what if you got seriously hurt, and I wasn’t here to heal you? You could… mmm!” No, not now! thought Mipha as another wave of pain hit her, this time forcing her to close one eye and bring her legs together. She certainly didn’t need to give Link any more cause for concern, but these shockwaves were not doing her any favors. Already, Link was lifting his arms and stepping towards her out of concern. As much as she wanted to be in his arms again, she had to stand tall and strong for both their sakes. “I… I’m fine, truly,” she responded, taking a step back. “You don’t need to worry about me. I can stay out of sight while you fight the lynel, but I must stay with you-wwwhahh!” Before she knew what was happening, Link dove forward, plowing into Mipha and sending the two of them into the ground. The hard impact coupled with the shock of being tackled out of nowhere proved too much for her muscles to absorb. Another spurt of yellowed liquid escaped from her, a bit more than the previous one, before her muscles could clamp back down to hold back the flood. Just as Mipha was about to ask what compelled Link to do such a thing, a loud and familiar crackle of electricity lit up the ground nearby. Another shock arrow? But that means… A monstrous roar was all she needed to confirm her fears. Both Mipha and Link turned towards its source and found what they came looking for. The lynel clutched its bow in its hands while sporting a furious sneer across its face. That arrow was clearly not meant to be a warning shot. The two champions wasted no time scrambling to their feet as the lynel reached for its quiver. Link unsheathed his weapon, the legendary Master Sword, along with the Hylian Shield and raised them to show that he was ready to defend the two of them. As much as Mipha wanted to fight by his side, she knew that without a weapon of her own and with her bladder fit to burst, she would be of no help to him. Thus, her only choice was to retreat and find somewhere to take cover while Link battled the beast. Looking around, she spotted a rock pile near the path that lead back down the mountain. It was large enough keep her covered so long as the battle did not spill over to her side. She turned to the pile and took off, one hand between her legs while she shot Link a glance. Their eyes met for a moment, exchanging what they needed to know far faster than words could communicate, and they nodded in understanding as they enacted their plan. Reaching the pile, Mipha turned around and hunkered down, subconsciously pressing both hands to her groin while she watched the battle begin. She had expected Link to be proficient with a sword, but what she saw could only be described as poetry. Every swing of his blade, every parry with his shield, every flip and jump to avoid the lynel’s attacks, all were executed with such expertise that Mipha could not help but stare in awe. I really am hopeless around him, aren’t I? “Oh!” Yet another wave of pain, this one making Mipha double over with her legs pushed together as much as she could. No, I mustn’t falter here! she yelled in her head as every last bit of strength she had went into keeping her personal dam from cracking any further, let alone bursting wide open. In her desperation, a thought occurred to Mipha. Link was occupied with battling a monster on the other side of this rock, and the chances he would look over and see her were slim. Could she not simply squat and release all that burdensome waste while they continued fighting? A fierce debate erupted in her mind as she weighed the decision: Let go and risk being seen in such a vulnerable state, or endure it just a little longer like the champion and princess she was? Before she could make that decision, the roar and stomps of the lynel got her attention again. Looking back up, she saw it charge around to her side of the rock. Standing back up with her hands still glued to her groin, she was prepared to run again and get away from it, until she noticed Link riding atop its back. The lynel bucked and kicked as hard as it could, but Link would not be dislodged from his spot, all while he dealt numerous slashes to its back and withers. As the lynel gave one last buck, Link launched himself up and over the monster’s head, landing right in front of it. A glow appeared on the Master Sword as Link twisted his body, then unleashed a spinning swing that struck the beast hard across its midsection. All went quiet for a moment as the lynel stood motionless, its mouth agape in visible pain. A quiver then ran along its horse-like legs and they buckled immediately after, the beast’s upper body slumping over with its eyes falling shut. Mipha could have almost cried at that moment. Success was theirs, and with that, the opportunity to squat and let out a waterfall just as loud and mighty as any other in the domain. Before that, however, she needed to check Link for injuries, if he had any. While Link put his sword and shield away, Mipha mustered every last bit of strength she had to stand up tall and walk towards him. Each step sent another wave of pain through her, making her stride undoubtedly stiff and strained, but at least Link was not looking at her for much of it. As she got closer and Link turned to smile at her, Mipha found she did not have the strength to look him in the eyes, so she focused on the lynel instead. Having never seen up so close before, she had to admit they were quite fearsome. That Link stared this beast down and battled it without any hesitation spoke volumes of his courage. But then she saw the beast’s finger twitch ever so slightly. Her reaction was instant and certain. “Watch out!” was all Mipha had time to yell as she dove forward, wrapping Link around her arms and launching the two of them away. Milliseconds passed like minutes in the time they were off the ground, the lynel’s razor-sharp blade coming to within a hair’s length of Mipha before whooshing past, leaving only the feeling of a slight wind across her back. For a moment, soaring through the air, Link in her arms, Mipha felt weightless, like a piece of wood adrift in a limitless ocean. There was a strange bliss to it, despite avoiding a deadly blow not even a second ago. Gravity quickly brought that moment to an end. Mipha and Link soon hit the ground with a hard thud, their momentum and the incline of the path sending them tumbling down the mountain. Nothing seemed to make sense to Mipha as she jerked and slammed against hard ground and a warm body, the world spinning around her while she held onto Link for dear life. This, too, was over as quickly as it started. They now lied only a short ways down the path, their heads swaying in dizziness. It was only after Mipha shook her head to regain her focus did she realize she was lying on top of Link. She had never so much as shaken his hand before this; it was enough to turn her cheeks as red as her scales. But there were more important things to worry about first. “L-Link? Are you alright?” asked Mipha, looking right at him. Link blinked a few times and focused his gaze onto Mipha, lifting his head and smiling a bit in response. “Oh, I’m glad to hear that,” she replied. “I’m sorry about the tumble there. I didn’t mean for us to fall that far, just enough to…” Mipha suddenly lifted her head and looked back to the lynel, remembering it was still there. The monster let its sword fall outs of its grasp before collapsing completely, its eyes rolling up into its head. It took a couple seconds for the feeling of victory to sink into Mipha. They had skirted danger and defeated the monster that threatened her home, with hardly a scratch on either of them. That was more than enough reason to be content with their performance. Looking back to Link, she could see he was smiling along with her. Their eyes met, and the surrounding world faded away in Mipha’s mind. Lying here on top of Link, sharing their body heat in the sun, both tired from their long walk and battle, Mipha was in a state of pure happiness. But then her eyes and mouth opened wide in horror as she felt a different kind of heat. A wet heat, pooling around her loins and spreading to her thighs, along with the feeling of something being rapidly pushed out of her body in that region. In all the chaos, she had somehow forgotten about how close to bursting she was. Against her wishes, her bladder had decided enough was enough, and chose this exact moment to release its contents. “Ah… aaah!” Mipha groaned, her body frozen in place while she unintentionally answered nature’s call right there and then, the slight noise of water spreading across clothing and onto the ground having reached her ears. Where there was clarity in her mind just a moment ago, now there was a mess of conflicting emotions. The lovely feeling of relief clashed with the embarrassment of losing control, and Link was there to witness it all, his mouth opening and cheeks turning rosy as he figured out what was happening… No, not just witness, she finally realized. With her on top, there was another person being covered with her pee. The very last person she wanted this to happen to, no less. “G-gah!” Mipha scrambled off to the side of Link, her limbs flailing about while urine continued to escape at a steady pace. Unable to stand upright in her state, she frantically crawled away, leaving a wet trail along the ground and panting all the while. It was not until she was clear of Link that Mipha stopped her crawling. Not that it made her feel any better; the damage had been done, and was still being done to herself, for that matter. With how soaked her legs felt already, there was little point in maneuvering into a proper squat, let alone trying to stop herself from peeing any further. All that was left was to accept her failure, and all the humiliation that came with it. Lifting herself onto her knees with her feet to the sides of her bottom, Mipha sighed, closed her eyes, and hung her head as she let her bladder finish emptying. Even after all she had let out prior, it still took a while for her pee to come to an end. It was more than enough for a golden puddle to grow a good deal outwards from her rump, fully covering the front of her legs and feet. But soon enough, the puddle stopped growing, and Mipha could no longer feel anything coming out. It was done, and in the worst possible manner. Kneeling in her own waste, Mipha could not imagine any princess of the domain before her in such a disgraceful state. She had to try and save some face if she still wanted to call herself a champion. Mipha opened her eyes with the intention of standing up, only to lose that drive upon seeing Link standing before her. What drew her gaze was not his face, but the wet patches on his tunic and trousers. Seeing her crime for herself that close up was too much for her to bear. “Link,” she started, not daring to give him any eye contact, “I’m… so sorry.” She wanted to say more, anything else to maybe diminish this humiliation, but did such words even exist? If they did, she would never think of them in such a distraught state. Then again, this shame was entirely deserved, she supposed. She had been careless, stubborn, and unreasonable, everything that a champion should not be, and her friend paid a gross price for it. He would probably never look at her the same way again, and she would just have to live with it. Or so she thought. Through her tear-obscured vision, Mipha could just make out a hand held in front of her, its palm facing up with the intention of her to grab it. Her gaze trailed up his arm and onto his face, where she found a smile lacking any judgment or disdain. Of course he would be compassionate even now; it was just who he was, she reminded herself. It was enough to make the corners of her lips pull upwards as well. Placing her hand in his, she allowed him to pull her onto her feet. Now face-to-face, she could not hide the redness in her cheeks, but somehow, standing in her own urine, she found the courage to talk again. “I… er, that is, the zoras all cannot begin to thank you enough for helping us slay this beast,” she began. “I am not sure how we can repay the huge debt we owe you now.” Looking down in modesty, she noticed the wet patches on his clothes once more. “Well, I think I know how we could start.” She returned her gaze to his. “What say you and I clean ourselves up back at the pond first? It is the least I can do after…” she trailed off. Link only nodded in response. Mipha allowed a light giggle to leave her throat. Does this mean I will get to see Link without a shirt on? Oh my... “Then we ought to get going before they’ll have to make you a new tunic,” she concluded, turning back towards the pond. They set off, leaving Ploymus Mountain, along with the defeated lynel and her puddle, to the elements once more. Standing atop the divine beast Vah Ruta, Ploymus Mountain seemed so quiet now from Mipha’s view. She imagined the only sounds that could be heard there were the wind sweeping across the ground and the occasional wild animal moving about. Looking in its direction always brought back memories of that day, prevailing over the lynel, tumbling down the hill, the pleasant warmth of being so close to Link and the shameful heat of wetting herself on top of him. Of course, she could not feel that warmth now, nor would she ever feel it again. The sensation of touch had been lost to her for so long, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to move through the waters and have the cool, gentle breeze lick off the last few drops of a swim. She would never smell anything again either, be that the clean air of a lake or her own urine. Mipha looked down at her hands, now with a green aura and transparent enough to see through. Death was a strange experience, to say the least. She had thought she’d be filled with sadness and regret, and it was there to an extent, but there was a quiet peace to it all as well, keeping her patient and hopeful for the final clash against Calamity Ganon. Perhaps it was her memories of Link that gave her the will to persevere long after her body was gone. All she needed to do was think of the short time she got to spend with him, and her resolve to see her destiny to the end would return. She would always cherish her memories with Link, even and especially her one moment of disgrace. (A/N: Sorry this took so long to finish. I have to admit, this story didn't drive me as much as some of my previous works, but you guys voted for it, so that's what you got. As promised, I'll be returning to Xenoblade 2 for the next story, and I am quite looking forward to it, personally. I hope you all will look forward to it, as well.)
I really want to thank Blizzard for providing us with so many wonderful waifus to abuse. Oh, and for anyone who didn't see my status update: continuations to the WoW story and for Journey to Arnwick are coming, and soon. Anyway, hope you enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Five figures sat around a table, a glowing hologram hovering in the air before them. Sombra recognized the building; it was a very large facility built out of Dorado. She’d been there. Now, Talon was ordering her back. “You know, I still have access to their entire database,” Sombra chimed in, eyeing Reyes (or Reaper, as he was known now) through the hologram. “You don’t have access to what we need,” Reaper replied, voice tinged with annoyance, “The data is-” “Not kept unsecured,” Moira interrupted, earning her irritated looks from both Sombra and Reaper, but she didn’t drop her smug smile. Tapping a few buttons on her end of the table, the hologram shifted to images of various documents, “This is highly sensitive corporate information- capable of building or breaking economies, they keep it on a separate, secure network,”. “Might I inquire as to what we intend to do with this information?” Widowmaker asked, her interest superficial at best. “That’s classified,” Moira answered, her smug grin widening. Sombra thought that Moira must have been hoping someone would ask, just so she could say that. She rolled her eyes at the Irish woman’s shenanigans. “It’s for a special project,” Reaper explained, “One being pursued by Doctor O’Deorain, here,” he gestured to Moira. He was getting tired of explaining. “You do know we’re not grunts, right?” Sombra asked, shooting very pointed looks at Reaper and Moira, “We’re all members of the same inner circle, so I don’t see why you can’t tell us anything,”. Reaper sighed, then said “Because-” “Because you won’t understand,” Moira interrupted. That struck a nerve for Sombra, who leaned forward with her arms on the table, glaring at Moira, who just smugly smiled. Before the argument could proceed any further, however, a deep voice cleared its throat from the far end of the table. Sombra shrank back in her chair. Moira’s expression simply turned to blank disinterest, but she did keep quiet. There was an unspoken, yet very real rule among Talon: when Doomfist speaks, you listen. “The nature of this project is very sensitive, and we cannot risk anyone learning of it who shouldn’t. So information is on a strictly need-to-know basis,”. Akande, or Doomfist was he was much more well known, spoke with finality, clearly not wanting any further dissent. “Furthermore,” Doomfist continued, “The facility is on high alert, and security is too strong for us to break through,” he looked over Sombra, Widowmaker, and Moira, “That is why you three will be undertaking this mission. Reyes and I would alert the entire city,”. Sombra sighed deeply. They were right, of course, those two couldn’t do anything quietly, so it was certain to fall to them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sombra stood alone in a room full of her equipment. As she loaded numerous magazines and prepared several teleporters for the mission ahead, she jumped slightly as strange sound, like a harsh wind, broke the silence. She knew the sound was none other than Moira, abusing her ability to teleport. “What?” Sombra asked impatiently. “So hostile,” Moira put her hands behind her back, standing in her favorite authoritarian pose, “I was just ensuring you were prepared for the mission ahead, Sombra,”. “I am, Moira,” “So you say, but I don’t believe I see any diapers among your inventory,” Sombra paused as she finished preparing her SMG; she made of show of inserting a fresh magazine into while looking at Moira out of the corner of her eye. “Forgive me, but after looking through your records...” Moira placed a hand on her chin while looking at the ceiling, recalling, “You and Widowmaker were both frightened into both wetting and soiling yourselves in your two most recent outings. Prior to this, I have numerous records of you leaking any amount from droplets to completely making a mess of yourself in nearly every engagement you’ve been in. Hardly fitting for a master of stealth, wouldn’t you say?” “If you think you’ve got dirt on me, you should see what I’ve got on you...” Sombra warned. “You misunderstand me, Sombra,” Moira placed a hand on her chest, to emphasize her honesty, “Consider this a sort of olive branch. I’ve developed a treatment that should eliminate any and all manner of stress and fear incontinence,”. Moira had a look in her eye, one Sombra recognized as excitement. Getting to test these formulas was fun for her. “Did you give this “treatment” to Widow, too?” Sombra asked, skeptically. “Certainly not! She already has 200 things wrong with her body, and I’m not about to throw another ingredient into that time bomb,”. “Well, thanks but no thanks. I’ll try it after you’ve had a few other guinea pigs,”. “Understandable,” Moira said simply, “Make sure you’re prepared, we leave in an hour,”. In a quick flash of purple fog, Moira was gone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dorado was peacefully quiet as Mei walked through a town square, where the remnants of a festival were strewn about. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and, along with the colorful lights and decorations, cast everything into an ethereal glow. Mei was quite happy to be here, quite calmed by the beautiful sights this place had to offer. It was almost enough to distract her from her desperate need to use the restroom. Her control had been improving substantially, enough that she didn’t even need to wear any manner of protection most of the time. She’d even been able to avoid having accidents on most of the missions she set out on. Most. She hoped this would number among her dry ones. All they had to do was wait around for some information to be offloaded from a computer, and Mei hadn’t seen any sign of any interference, so this was mostly just a test of everyone’s patience. And bladder control, she realized, as she pressed her hands into her groin. A worried look crossed her face, as she walked through the streets, hunting for a bathroom. She was totally alone, and no one would judge her, or even know, if she were to relieve herself… pretty much anywhere out here. Since the inhabitant of Dorado seemingly had no need for bathrooms, she might have to. Blushing slightly as she prepared to drop her pants, she jumped a little as she heard a sound like a strong wind. Fumbling for her cryo gun, she felt her light blue panties warm up slightly at the crotch. She heard that strange sound again, this time from behind her. As she whirled about, she saw a woman of colossal stature standing before her. As she raised her cryo gun, the woman quickly gripped it in her right hand, creating a purple cloud around the weapon. Mei dropped it as she felt her only means of defense disintegrate under the woman’s touch. Shaking slightly, Mei began to back away from the tall woman, who now stood with her hands behind her back, and a smug, condescending look on her face. Mei gasped sharply and looked down at her legs as she felt the dam burst. Hot urine spilled down her large thighs, the stain rapidly spreading around her groin, reaching up the creases where those thighs met her pelvis. The fabric of her blue pants turned dark blue as the pee flowed down her legs, right into her boots. She took another step back, and felt (and heard) the squish of her now urine-filled boots. She could even feel some of the cooling warmth reach up to her butt. Mei teared up as her dry streak was ruined. “I’ll never fully understand why they hired an incontinent climatologist to partake in combat operations,” the woman mused. “Who are you? Why are you here?” Mei demanded, just barely managing to keep her voice from cracking. “That’s classified, and that’s classified,” The woman took a step forward, extending her hand, which was cloaked in that purple fog, “And, on that note, I really shouldn’t leave any witnesses,” As she reached out towards her with her disintegrating hand, Mei closed her eyes, and noticed that her bottom was no longer being hugged by her wet panties. She’d hardly even felt herself start voiding her bowels, but now a considerable log had tented out her pants and panties quite a bit. She wanted so badly to run, but her legs could hardly move. Just as soon as she regained control of her body, the tall woman’s hand reached her, but she did not evaporate. The woman had only placed her hand on Mei’s shoulder, disintegrating cloud nowhere to be seen. “So perhaps you should leave this place, little scientist,” The woman had a strange expression, one Mei almost thought resembled one of camaraderie, “My companions will not be as forgiving as I am,”. “W-why are you letting me go?” Mei asked, hoping that the offer was genuine. “I am here in the pursuit of science. If I murder another woman of science, I won’t truly be helping the cause very much,”. Ah. Mei was being spared due to her role as a scientist. “Attempt to interfere, however, and I suspect climatology may lose one of its favorite researchers,”. With those words, the woman vanished into a cloud of smoke. Mei’s heart was racing, and her legs were shaking underneath her. Placing a hand on her chest and breathing heavily, she sat down on a nearby chair, hardly giving a thought to the squishy mess that spread across her butt as she did so. She was terrified, uncertain who that woman was, or what companions she had brought with her, but she knew that she had to warn the others. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zarya paced around slowly. For the last few hours, she’d been patrolling the streets outside the facility, and she’d scarcely seen even any bugs, much less intruders. She was bored. Extremely bored. She knew she really shouldn’t hope something bad happened, but at that point, she’d have welcomed any sort of excitement. As she continued her route through the moonlit streets, a mechanical, beeping sound filled the quiet air. She smirked at the promise of a little action, and hoisted up her massive weapon. Sure enough, as walked towards the source of the noise, footsteps were audible. They certainly weren’t Mei’s, which meant whoever it was was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Another sound, one she knew well, made her eyes widen. She heard what she knew to be Sombra’s teleporter directly behind her. Activating her suit’s special ability, she preemptively projected a shield around herself. And none too soon, as a flurry of bullets slammed into it. The Talon hacker was there when she turned around, with a smirk that quickly dissolved as she realized her prey wasn’t dead. Using the energy her shield had absorbed, Zarya opened fire with her weapon, the huge beam impacting Sombra’s shoulder as the hacker dove to the side. More techno noises, which Zarya knew meant Sombra was now invisible, and slinking around somewhere close by. Everything was silent, and she could feel her heart beating in her ears. Those computerized sounds were heard once more, but Zarya was caught off-guard as the noises came from above her. Wasting no time, she once again activated her shield, and lifted her beam cannon up to fire, when Sombra unleashed a massive energy pulse. The bubble shield around Zarya was destroyed instantly, as was the personal shield projected by her suit. As she continually tried to reactivate her barrier, her suit simply couldn’t. She was totally vulnerable. And Sombra knew it. Aiming for Zarya’s center of mass, Sombra opened fire, several bullets crashing into the muscular woman’s armor. Thanks to said armor, none of them actually embedded themselves in her body, but hell if it didn’t hurt like they had. As she stumbled backwards, perhaps it was the impact of the bullets, perhaps it the fear, perhaps both, but Zarya’s large bowels voided themselves. With a very low pblrpblrpblrpblrpblr followed by a very wet skrltch, her mess slid into her panties. It was solid at first, but quickly turned soft. A ball of mess the size of an apple rested between her buttcheeks. As her abdomen ached from the damage it had sustained, Zarya put her hands over it, clutching it in pain. A few quiet seconds after she soiled herself, another, much louder SQUELCH accompanied even more mess as it rushed into her panties. Even softer than the first load, the new mess quickly spread out, filling up her panties and stretching them out. Sombra was loving the display before her, “What, you’re not gonna wet your pants, too?” she said with a chuckle. “Looking for someone to share your pain?” Zarya replied. Even outside of Talon, Sombra’s tendency for accidents was known. Her mirth vanished, and Sombra prepared her SMG. As she took a step towards Zarya, something that resembled a metal disk suddenly bounced off the wall next to her, clearly surprising both women. As they looked at it, it began to float into the air, and both realized what it was. It was Mei’s little ice-generating robot, Snowball. Zarya continued to look on in surprise, and Sombra in fear. Everyone knew to flee from Mei’s little robot. With its cute little eyes, it winked to Zarya, then began to unleash a furious blizzard upon Sombra, who yelped in fear and turned to run. As her running speed slowed and slowed, she threw out one of her teleporter beacons, and vanished from sight. Looking down the path the spy had fled, Zarya chuckled as she noticed small puddle of pee on the ground, as well as numerous smaller drops here and there. Sombra’s extensive record of pissing herself continued. Of course, she was hardly in a position to judge. Her pants and panties were sagging badly under the immense weight of her mess. She placed her hand on her rear, feeling the massive lump there. Given how soft it was, the mess quishes under her hand, even with hardly any force. Snowball began beeping at her, getting her attention. It seemed to want her to follow it. As she chased after the little robot, it led her to Mei, who was nervously pacing back and forth. She looked up at Zarya, and her expression changed to pure relief. “Zarya!” She cried, “You’re okay!” “Thanks to your little robot,” She said. As Zarya looked Mei over, she noticed Mei’s soaked pants, and another smell in the air, aside from her own mess, “Are you okay?” she asked, eyeing Mei’s obvious accidents. Mei looked down and flushed with embarrassment, nervously placing her hands over her groin, “Some woman attacked me, I’d never seen her before,” Mei sniffed the air, and scrunched her nose, “What about you?”. “Sombra,” She said simply. “I got hit in the gut, and, well...” She turned to the side, permitting Mei a view of the colossal bulge on her butt. Zarya hardly felt any shame in her accident; certainly none in Mei knowing about it. If there was one person she could count on to not judge, it was Mei. “We need to warn the others!” Mei said, mercifully changing the topic. “Agreed, let’s go,”. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pharah flew low, just outside the facility she was to protect. She’d heard gunfire only a few moments ago. No one had reported any intruders, and there were no other signs of a problem, but Pharah wasn’t about to gamble the safety of her objective. She landed on a rooftop, and crouched. With her keen vision, she inspected the town around her. Everything looked clear. That is, until her eyes settled on a purple object in the distance. Pharah looked closely, and it was nearly too late by the time she noticed. A high-powered sniper bullet raced towards her head, and it was only her quick realization that kept it from finding its target. She pulled away quickly, feeling her head jerk a little as the bullet grazed her helmet. Diving back, behind a concrete wall on the building’s roof, Pharah was panting heavily as her life flashed before her eyes. She lifted her hands up, and felt around her helmet for damage. Where the bullet had met the metal, there was now a deep cut in the metal. Had she been another inch forward… As the adrenaline faded, and sensation returned to her body, Pharah noticed that her crotch was wet. Groaning in annoyance, she spread and closed her legs repeatedly, trying to gauge the extent of her accident through her armor. Her womanhood was cold and clammy, now, but that felt like the extent of it. She must have only lost a little when Widowmaker shot at her. She hoped it hadn’t been enough to stain the uniform pants she wore under her armor, and that only her boxer briefs were wet. Once that was out of the way, Pharah started to think up a plan. Widowmaker was an expert sniper, and at such a range, she was sure to hit Pharah before Pharah could hit her. After a moment, she came up with a plan. It was a risky plan, but it just might work. She readied her jump jets and her rocket launcher, steadied her breathing, then launched into the air. She knew Widowmaker would be taking aim immediately, so she wasted no time in unleashing a barrage of missiles at the sniper’s perch. Even from here, she could see Widowmaker lower her rifle, and use her grappling hook to swing to safety. Pharah released the breath she’d been holding as her plan paid off. Widowmaker had been driven off, allowing her time to return to the facility. As Pharah descended, she realized that the fear that had surged through had caused her to empty what was left in her bladder. She blushed furiously as she urinated on herself, flooding her boxer briefs and drenching her pants. She could feel the hot wetness seeping down her well-toned thighs. Most of her pee was either contained by her armor or absorbed by her pants, but several drops managed to escape through the gaps in her armor, falling to the ground below. Pharah thanked the heavens that you couldn’t see her accident through her armor. There were more important things to think about than her soggy pants, though. She’d only bought herself time to escape from Widowmaker. Her allies would need help reinforcing the facility. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tracer sat on the ground, talking with Orisa. The massive robot seemed intimidating at first, but after only a couple moments of talking, it was clear that Orisa was just a big teddy bear. A highly-armed, titanium teddy bear, sure, but a teddy bear nonetheless. Supposedly, the door containing some top-secret information sat just behind them. Tracer didn’t know whether or not that was true, of course, since the door was locked. And reinforced. And had a keypad with a 20-number-long code sequence. And was huge enough that even Orisa, the disaster relief robot, couldn’t lift it. Tracer wondered if it was bad that she made the robot try to break into the chamber. Their conversation was interrupted as a sweaty, frantic Pharah burst into the room, startling Tracer so much she fell backwards from her sitting position. “Fareeha!” Tracer shouted in surprise, “What’sa matter?” “Talon is here,” Pharah removed her helmet, and gestured to the damaged portion, “Widowmaker almost took my head off. I think there are more out there, too. I haven’t seen Mei or Zarya,”. “Widow’s out there, huh?” A determined look filled Tracer’s face; she was quite excited at the premise of taking down her longtime rival. Pharah walked by them, inspecting the door to the chamber. As she walked by, Tracer could swear she caught the faintest whiff of the ammoniac smell of urine. She knew how much accidents like that distressed Pharah, so she decided to avoid bringing it up. Orisa, on the other hand, spoke without a care in the world, “I am detecting several indicators that you may have lost control of your bladder during the fight,”. Pharah turned about and stared daggers at the robot, who seemed to have no idea why she might want to keep such a thing private. Tracer couldn’t help but giggle. Pharah cleared her throat, then spoke, “Yes, Orisa… I wet my pants when Widowmaker almost shot me in the head,” her teeth were gritted as she spoke. “It is not uncommon for people- even professionals such as yourself- to experience bouts of incontinence in the face of mortal danger. Many of the individuals I have saved from numerous disasters had wet and/or soiled themselves. I am well-versed in aiding in the clean up-” “No, Orisa. I’m fine. Thanks.” Pharah forced a smile, looking like she was on the verge of defecting to Talon. “You’re welcome,” Orisa replied cheerily. Tracer broke into a fit of laughter. If this kept up, she’d be going home in soggy pants, too. Wiping a tear from her eye, Tracer drew her twin SMGs, “Back to business. You two stay here and guard the door, I’ll go see if I can find the others!” “Wait, Tracer!” Pharah began, but Tracer blinked away before she could say anything. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Widowmaker perched atop a building, she looked around with satisfaction at the total lack of any defenses around the facility. She knew Pharah must still be inside, but she would be easy prey. With a flash of pink to her right, and a flash or purple to her left, Sombra and Moira both materialized onto the rooftop. “Defenses?” Moira asked, steepling her fingers in a supervillainy way. “I took down their cameras and security systems,” Sombra replied. “No one outside,” Widowmaker said. Tapping her visor, it descended to cover her eyes, granting her infrared vision, “I see Pharah and a robot inside the building,”. “Then it sounds like this mission is nearly over,” Moira smiled her arrogant smile. “Sombra, you and I will sneak in and remove whatever security remains. Widowmaker, prepare to give us covering fire,”. The other two women nodded their agreement, and Sombra and Moira both vanished off the rooftop. Using her state-of-the-art grappling hook to navigate the various rooftops, she stopped when she heard voices below her. Peering over the side, she saw Zarya and Mei, both hurrying towards the facility. She noted that both of them were running bow-legged. Drawing her sniper rifle, she took aim. As the crosshair closed in on Zarya, rapid footsteps approached Widowmaker. Lowering her rifle, she turned around to behold Tracer sprinting towards her, pulse bomb in hand. “Present for ya!” she shouted as she dropped the deadly explosive at Widowmaker’s feet. Tracer used her recall ability, and vanished, leaving only a wide-eyed Widowmaker. With no other options, she leapt from the roof. A thunderous explosion filled the night as her previous position was thoroughly obliterated. She landed on her feet, but the impact quickly forced her onto her knees. She put her hands on the ground to steady herself as she attempted to steady her breathing. She tried to ignore the numerous wet trails flowing down her thighs. She clenched herself, but her purple panties were wet for sure, now. More footsteps approached her, and she hesitantly raised her head and saw Zarya and Mei approaching her. Zarya was readying her beam cannon. Widowmaker could make out a soft hssssssssssssssss as her bladder then fully emptied into her suit. Two puddles grew around her knees that were planted in the ground, before joining into one huge, yellow puddle. She felt her stomach suddenly grow lighter, and realized she was about to crap herself, too. Many of her emotions were deadened, but this certainly did hurt whatever dignity she had left. With a quiet crackle, the contents of her stomach became the contents of her underwear. The rear of her suit, previously contoured perfectly to her butt, tented out sharply as her mess stretched the fabric out. It lost its form after a moment, and turned into a squishy mass. The annoyance of this was severe, but she pushed her accidents out of her mind, and focused on finding a way out of this. Zarya and Mei now stood almost right in front of her. Widow used the only offensive tool she still had, her poison mine. Raising her arm as quickly as she could, her wrist-mounted launcher fired the mine at Zarya’s feet, detonating it. A cloud of gas filled the air, and as Mei and Zarya fled from it, Widowmaker grappled to the nearest rooftop. Her position was compromised, and she’d been disarmed. She could be of no further help this operation. She radioed for extraction. If Sombra and Moira were successful, they’d need their getaway to be present, anyway. She tried to observe her enemies without being seen, and saw Mei and Zarya nervously continuing their walk to the facility. Blue flashes in the distance indicated Tracer would return there far sooner. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moira and Sombra entered the massive facility. The sounds of computers and machinery filled the air. Sombra loaded up a holographic map she’d managed to download, and located the room they were after. They’d already encountered several protectors, and Moira was sure they’d only meet more inside the facility. As they approached a sleek, futuristic hallway that lead towards their goal, Sombra stopped Moira, then cloaked. A moment later, she reappeared, and spoke “I see Pharah and a big robot, and Tracer,”. “We’re outnumbered, then,” Moira said. “True, but...” Sombra gave a sly smile, “My EMP pulse is charged up again,” “And my Coalescence is ready,” For once, the two shared their smug smiles. After a moment of preparation and planning, the two had agreed upon a plan: Moira would distract them while Sombra hacked open the door, whereupon Moira would teleport inside. Once both were inside, Sombra would close the door. With a nod of affirmation, Sombra cloaked and ran towards the door. Moira was mentally bracing herself. Her whole body felt slightly cold and numb. She was more than prepared for a combat operation, but she was about to face off against three people, all armed. Though her cold exterior did not show it, she was quite nervous. Once she felt she had given Sombra enough time, she walked down the hallway, emerging into a large, open chamber. With no hesitation, the robot placed down a barrier in front of its two companions. Both Pharah and Tracer readied their weapons, aiming them towards her. “Who’re you?” Tracer said, after apparently realizing that she had no idea who Moira was. “A scientist,” She smirked, “One who needs that data you’re guarding very badly,”. “I recommend you surrender,” The robot said, in an innocent-sounding voice. “You’re outnumbered and outgunned,” Said Pharah. “Outnumbered, yes...” Moira grinned, “Outgunned? Hardly”. Her right hand cut through the air, flinging a purple ball towards the chamber’s protectors. They huddled behind the robot’s barrier, and panic filled their eyes as the ball passed through the barrier like it wasn’t even there. With little purple streams of energy, the ball got to work disintegrating the protectors. Hearing the two biological ones yell in pain as they ran away from the death ball, Moira noted with satisfaction that they’d been forced from behind their shield. Targeting Pharah, Moira fired her disintegrating beam at her. Large strips and chunks of the woman’s armor were vanishing from sight. Seeing this, Tracer sped towards Moira. Ending her attack, Moira teleported back several yards just as Tracer opened fire on the spot she had stood in only a second ago. Moira had treated plenty of wounds caused by Tracer’s fearsome weapons, and she did not want to be on the receiving end. Tracer prepared to sprint for Moira again, but Moira grinned as she saw the death ball returning. Mentally patting herself on the back for aiming it properly, she watched as the ball struck Tracer once more just as the woman tried to sprint. The shock and pain of it caused her to faceplant into the sleek, metal floor. Hurrying over to the downed fighter, Moira prepared her disintegrating hand, and placed it one Tracer’s face. Moira could plainly hear a loud, wet squelch as the poster child of Overwatch noisily filled her orange pants. She could even see the round little bulge forming between her buttcheeks, which had been so thoughtfully displayed by her tight pants. Furthering her shame, Moira could clearly make out a yellow puddle forming between Tracer’s legs as she lay prone. “This won’t hurt a bit,” Moira said. Before she could deliver the finishing blow, however, she heard the sound of something flying through the air. At her. Jerking her head upward, she went wide-eyed as she saw a blue rocket speeding towards her. She tried to activate her teleportation, but the concussive shell hit her before she could. She was sent flying backwards, and rolled along the ground. She could feel a hot sensation around her womanhood, and realized that the force of the blast knocked a little bit of urine out of her. Not enough to stain her black pants, but enough to be felt. She pulled herself off the ground, and looked over to see Tracer doing the same. Dozens of little pee-droplets were falling off the young hero. Pharah was flying towards her, rocket launcher at the ready. The robot had finally joined in the fray, and seemed to be warming up some sort of Gatling gun. This was bad. Moira could feel the cold-numb sensation of fear clawing its way back into her body. “I repeat: I recommend you surrender,” the robot said. “So do we,” Came an accented voice from elsewhere in the chamber. Moira looked with alarm to see Zarya and Mei entering the fight. Panic began to well within her. There was no way for her to win this fight. No way except Coalescence. As if summoned, Sombra materialized in the air above the Overwatch forces, unleashing her EMP pulse. Everyone’s gear shut down simultaneously. They were vulnerable. Readying her weapon’s ultimate attack, Moira put her hands together, then shot them outward, unleashing a colossal gold and purple laser. Aiming it from one opponent to the next, she fired a continuous stream of death. ---------------------------- Pharah descended from the air, and hid behind cover alongside Zarya and Mei. Not only could she hear the laser digging into the wall they hid behind, she could feel it. Her whole body was tingly. Her heart was racing, and the terror forced her to soil herself. Unconsciously bending her knees ever so slightly, she unloaded into her boxer briefs. Her armor didn’t let her mess bulge out very far, instead flattening it out across her rear end. She felt somewhat sure that this was the last time she’d be wearing these pants, as her mess finished filling her fatigues under her armor. Zarya had a similar reaction, but she had already soiled herself. Instead, the contents of her bladder were lost. Zarya looked down in shock to see wetness flowing down her black pants. Even over the chaos she was taking shelter from, a very loud pssssssssssssss was completely audible. Entire wet sheaths coated the inside of her legs as the urine raced down her well-muscled thighs. Some of the wetness flowed into her boots, but most slid down the sides, depositing into large puddles under her. Zarya felt shame and anger welling up within her- she never lost control out of fear. As a weightlifter, and a veteran, there’d been plenty of times she lost control due to strain or stress, but almost never fear. Contrast that with Mei, who was shaking like a leaf as she hid near them. Fresh urine spilled into her pants, rewarming her now cold and clammy legs. A new wave of mess found its home in her panties as it joined what was already there. She’d already voided herself earlier, but even so, managed to make even more of a mess of her pants. Off in a different corner, Tracer and Orisa took cover. They’d fled here the moment Moira unleashed the laser, and Tracer was out of breath. She slid down the wall she was leaning on, not caring that the firm mess between her buttocks squished under her as she reached the floor. As the laser passed over their hiding spot, eradicating some of their cover, Tracer voided what was left in her bladder. She’d only lost about half of her urine when Moira tried to kill her, and the rest spilled out of her now. The urine flowed from her crotch down to her butt, over the mess that rested in her panties. A small puddle began to grow underneath her. “Do you need a hug?” Orisa ask, observing Tracer’s loss of control. “Honestly?” Tracer replied, still out of breath, “Li’l bit, yeah,”. Tracer meant it sarcastically, but as the friendly robot knelt down and wrapped her into a hug, she realized it was actually pretty comforting. Once the hug ended, Orisa said “If it is of further comfort: I cannot have accidents; but if I could, I’m sure I would right now, too,”. “Thanks,” It wasn’t actually any comfort, but Orisa was trying. ---------------------------- The massive laser ended, and Moira was nearly drained of energy. The path was clear, though, and she sprinted as hard as she could towards Sombra, who was dutifully hacking the door. The robot fired a green ball towards her, which Moira ducked under. A second later, however, she stopped dead in her tracks as the ball pulled her towards. She flew through the air, landing on her knees. She looked up, and gazed directly into the barrel of the robot’s very large cannon. That numb-cold fear returned harder than ever. “I told you to surrender,” the robot said. The many barrels of the gun began to glow green and emit an intense heat. Moira felt another kind of heat as she began to wet her pants. The stream was quiet and slow, but it was steady. A wet circle spread outwards from her womanhood, and dark crescents descended down her long and slender legs. Small rivulets of urine wound around the sides of her legs, ensuring her liquid shame reach all across her shapely legs. A puddle silently developed around her knees. Not content to leave her with some dignity, her bowels opted to relieve themselves, too. Much like her bladder, the release was quiet and slow, as the first log nestled neatly into her panties. Another quickly followed. Her pants were tight, but also fairly elastic, allowing the firm mess to bulge outward fairly far, creating a very large, lumpy bulge on her butt. “My sensors indicate you have both wet and soiled yourself, and are in need of a change,” The robot said. Moira exhaled sharply as the massive gun began to power down, “If you would like to surrender now, we promise not to hurt you,”. Out of the corners of her eyes, Moira could see the others emerging from their cover, all of them having caught their breath, finally. At the other side of the room, Moira looked with delight as she saw the great metal door finally slide open as Sombra hacked it. Moira inhaled, bracing herself. The cold-numb feeling was more intense than ever, and she knew that making a break for it had a high chance of being lethal. Moira stood up as quickly as she could, then vanished into a cloud of purple fog. She reappeared several yards away, running as hard and fast as she could towards Sombra and the door. Her fear was overwhelming, and she felt her bladder chaotically release more of its contents. This feeling of warmth and wetness covered her groin and her upper thighs, while numerous little trails wound down her legs. Drops of pee were flung into the air as she ran. From her other end, her bowels noisily vacated what was left inside of them. This mess was wetter than what filled her pants before, and mushed around inside her panties. Moira could feel all of her opponents hot on her heels as she ran. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sombra raised her SMG and began firing wildly, halting several of their enemies in their tracks. The robot deployed another barrier, however, rendering this approach futile. But, it had bought Moira just as much time as she needed, as she ran by Sombra and into the room. Sombra ran in just after her, using her newly-hacked system access to slam the door behind them. Moira was panting heavily, and Sombra could smell a foul odor about her as the two stood next to each other. She decided to be the bigger woman and not say anything about it, though, “You hurt?” she asked. “Only my pride,” Moira said between her ragged breaths. The two approached a large, supremely advanced terminal. Sombra set about hacking it while Moira observed. After a short moment of silence, the scientist spoke, “Sombra, I must commend you,”. “Thanks, but what for? A lot of things happened today,” “Your assistance tonight has been invaluable. With it, I feel this operation would have been impossible,” this got a slight smirk from Sombra. Moira continued, “On a less professional level, I have to commend you for maintaining control over your bodily functions through the entire conflict. I… did not,”. Sombra wiggled her legs a little bit as the cold wetness around her crotch reminded her that she had actually peed a little bit when Mei threw her little robot at her. But what Moira didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, “You saw my record, it’s not uncommon,” Sombra said, happy to maintain this momentary friendliness. A few seconds later, Sombra had completely hacked open the terminal. She took a step back, and did a theatrical bow as Moira approached the device, and began downloading the various documents and files she needed. While she did this, Sombra took another peek at the map she’d downloaded. Studying it, she saw that there was a way out, though it would be an unorthodox one: the air ducts. ---------------------------- Several minutes later, the two women were climbing through the ventilation shafts. Even though Sombra was in the lead, the unpleasant smell from Moira’s mess still filled the cramped space. The two exited the air duct, and made their way through a door, leading outside the building. They now stood on a balcony that overlooked a precipitous drop into the ocean below. Their ride should appear at any minute. As they looked, they heard a noise, One that made Moira gasp, Sombra looked to its source to see Pharah flying a ways away from the balcony, and a blue missile streaking towards them. Neither of them could react in time as the concussive shell landed between them, slamming Moira against the back wall, and launching Sombra over the edge of the balcony. She screamed as she began to fall, her descent only halted as Moira grabbed hold of her hand. Sombra felt around near her waist, and went wide-eyed as she realized she had used all of her teleporters. Moira had an impressive stature, but she spent most of her time reading or conducting science experiments; she was struggling just to hold Sombra, much less lift her up. Making a terrible mistake, Sombra looked down, and felt her heart drop as she spied the many, spiky rocks jutting out of the water below her. There were no two ways about it, this fall would be fatal. As she stared downwards, wondering which of the spikes would do her in, she noticed a clear stream falling between her legs, and into the ocean. She was peeing. Her pants were more akin to stockings than actual pants, and so most of her urine fell in a stream, instead of down her legs. As Sombra involuntarily swayed and moved her legs, however, they frequently got in the way of that stream, causing numerous, irregular wet splotches up and down her legs. Fighting through her fear, the first thing that came to her mind was to try and stop wetting herself. She brought her legs together, trying to stop the release. All this did was cut off the stream, instead causing the urine to soak into her black and pink leggings, creating large wet stains on her thighs. Looking like she was using all of her strength, Moira began to pull her back up, inch by inch. Suddenly, a rocket crashed into the side of the cliff, not too far from the two. They remembered that Pharah was still there. Seeing the explosion, and feeling several little rocks pelt her body from it, Sombra then crapped her pants, as well. A loud brrrrRRRAAAAAAAPPPpppp sounded from her butt, as semi-solid, mushy mess spilled into her panties. It quickly grew in size, filling the space between her legs. Her panties began to sag a bit, and she could feel some of her mess find its way out of her underwear, and down her left thigh. It felt like she’d stuffed warm mud into her underwear, and she knew her formerly pink panties must look like it, too. The wind began to pick up suddenly, almost unnaturally. The sounds of loud engines became apparent. Sombra thought that there was no way Pharah’s jetpack was that loud. Looking around, she spotted a Talon dropship approaching the balcony. The side door opened, revealing Widowmaker. She wasted no time in lifting up her rifle, and taking aim at Pharah. Seeing their sudden backup arrive, Pharah used her jets for all they were worth, and flew to the safety of the town as Widowmaker fired at her. Sombra had been so preoccupied watching the show, she hadn’t even realized Moira had finally managed to painstakingly pull her back up. She fell forward, landing on top of Moira. Sombra quietly muttered “Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you...”. ---------------------------- The three women stood as the dropship flew them home. There were numerous, comfortable chairs, available, but none of them were willing to sit down, considering they all needed to change. Over at a large communications table, Moira was informing Reaper of the mission’s success. Widowmaker had isolated herself (imagine that) and was simply cleaning her gun. Sombra was leaning against a wall, and her eyes ran over the wet and messy pants of her companions. She didn’t even know what had caused Widow to lose control, but she’d done it just as much as Moira and she, herself had. Sombra was somewhat upset that she had gotten so close to breaking her wet/messy streak, only to lose it at the end, but she supposed there was some comfort in that she wasn’t alone. And there was a little satisfaction in that Moira’s clean streak had rather decisively ended. Once again, though, she kept her mouth shut. The two had established a shaky peace, and she wasn’t about to ruin that. Besides, she figured her time would be better spent cleaning up as much as possible before they returned to their base. Edited February 3, 2018 by DsGSilver (see edit history)
This is the first story I've ever polished enough to be published so please tell me what you think! I might write more stories with Mantis and other female Marvel characters if there is an interest. The Guardians of the Galaxy had some downtime after their latest successful bounty. It was a lazy morning for most of them. Mantis was up early to make breakfast, and Gamora had just stumbled out of bed. Moments later, Nebula came shuffling in. She approached the bathroom door to find it locked. "Fuck, hurry up in there!" "What's wrong? You seem distressed," said Mantis. Nebula merely scoffed and did not respond. She lightly bounced on the spot. "I guess she has to pee," offered Gamora. "After all Thanos did to you, you still have a human bladder?" "It's about the only part that's still mine. He did love to torture me..." "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with this bladder you speak of. It makes you uncomfortable?" replied Mantis. "That's an understatement," said Nebula, pressing her hands into her thighs. "It's how humans eliminate waste. Do you seriously not have a bladder?" asked Gamora. "Oh, that! Yes, of course. I empty myself at the end of the day. It can take as long as 5 minutes," said Mantis, "But I've never known it to put me in this much distress." "How do you know to do it then? Doesn't your body have some way of telling you?", asked Gamora. "Yes, my antennae! One of their many purposes is to signal that my, um, "bladder" is full." Gamora had a thought which caused her to smirk. "Why don't you go see how it feels for us then?" Even Nebula got a slight smirk, but her thoughts immediately went back to her tight bladder. "Oh I guess it could be interesting," said Mantis. She approached Nebula, and put her hand on the girl's arm, which was tucked in her chest helping to hold herself. "Oh my!" Mantis kept her left hand in place, but her right went immediately into her crotch. "Oh this is awful! How do you deal with this incredible pressure?" "Well normally you don't let it get this bad..." said Nebula. "Fuck, what is taking so long?" She pounded again on the door, to no answer. "Drax must have fallen asleep in the tub again... What am I going to do?" After a moment or so, Nebula was pondering an idea, in between bouncing every few seconds, which she decided to bring up. "Mantis, your abilities allow you to change the feelings of others right?" "Y-yes, that's right," Mantis said, still struggling. It hadn't occurred to her that she could let go. "My empathic abilities can help people feel sad, or happy, or-" "Can you... make it so I don't have to go so bad..." Nebula asked, a bit ashamedly. Gamora chuckled. Nebula scowled at her sister, but then looked back at Mantis with what almost looked like a tear in her eye. "Oh I don't know. I'm barely familiar with this awful feeling." "Can you try? Please..." "Ok, I will try." Still holding onto Nebula, she focused her empathic powers onto this new feeling. Mantis squirmed and her knees buckled as she tried to concentrate, in order to analyze that feeling known as the human need to pee. When she thought she had it, she now attempted to manipulate the feeling in Nebula and subsequently herself. Nebula braced as she could feel some kind of shift happening. Suddenly a massive wave of desperation hit. "Fuck! Did you just make me have to go more!?" "Oh!" Mantis was hit with the same feeling. She pulled away from Nebula just to get some relief from the insane pressure. Nebula quickly stuffed both hands into her crotch, trying to control her overfull bladder. "Oh no, I'm so sorry!" "You better fix this!" Nebula gritted. "I'm no use. I just made it worse." Nebula then pulled one hand from her crotch and grabbed Mantis's hand. "If I have to suffer than so do you!" Acting quickly, she pinned Mantis's hand between her arms and her body, leaving her the full ability to hold herself. "Oh no!" Mantis now had her hand between her legs as well. With her other hand she could feel a large bulge coming out of Nebula's lower stomach. Meanwhile Gamora was erupting in a fit of laughter. "HAHAHAHA! Hey Groot, have you been watered today?" "I am Groot!", said Groot. "I think Nebula can help you out with that!", she continued laughing. "As soon as I pee, I am going to rip you apart with my bare hands!" Nebula said spitefully. "Wait a minute, so this is the source of our discomfort?" said Mantis, feeling the bulge. "Hey watch it! But yes, that's it. Please hurry," said Nebula. "Okay let me try one more time." Mantis was bouncing uncontrollably, but now that she understood, she was able to get a better grasp of the feeling. Mantis and Nebula both let out a sigh as she began to roll back the feeling. "Aah, is that better?" she asked. "I still have to go. But... at least there won't be a puddle on the floor anytime soon... Thanks." Just then the bathroom door opened. They all stared, as Drax stepped out. "Can't a guy nap in peace?" Nebula would have wanted to kill him, but she was so glad to finally be able to relieve herself. "Oooh it's a good thing too. I think my effects might have worn off," said Mantis. "You're telling me." Nebula let go of Mantis and sprinted into the bathroom. Mantis sighed as she could finally feel relief as well. "Boy am I glad he's out, because I have GOT to go," said Gamora with a smirk as she adjusted her crossed legs. Edited February 3, 2018 by Seeker (see edit history)
THE REVENGE Remember last week when I said that the teacher made me peeing myself. And then I took a shower, she brought me mew clothes and gave me something sweet. Later that day, i realized that the sweet gift wasn't enough for me and I decided to make a plan about how to make my teacher peeing herself. I began to think deeply for several minutes,hours,days and nothing came in my mind, and i was very frustrated. Looked like I was out of ideas. I went to my bedroom and lay in my bed and starting to take a nap for some hours. 2 hours later(12:00) I heard my phone ringing, looks like someone needed me. Guess what, it was the teacher's husband, he called to come to their house for some reason. Firstly, i thought that he called me about my accident that happened one week ago. But it wasn't like that. When i entered the house, he took me to the couch and he started to ask me where is her wife(the teacher, of course). He said that she's been away from home for 3 days and then he said that he was so worried, probably someone kidnapped her, he doesn't know what actually happened. 2 minutes later, I've got an idea: i asked him if I can look for her in the whole city, just to cheer him up. And to my surprise he agreed but only if I call him when i finally got her. So technically we have a deal. He gave me some binoculars and then I left for the city while he wished me luck. 1 hour later(15:00) I searched for her in the whole city and I couldn't find her, i looked for her in restaurants,night clubs,theatres and churches but no luck until I noticed the last restaurant where i didn't look for the teacher. I missed this place from the map. Then i started to look at the interior trough the window till i spotted the teacher. She was sitting next to a guy and I thought maybe is her brother or cousin but neither of them was. Looks like our teacher had a ''male sidechick'' (i don't know how to describe the person but you get the idea) she was dating him, even though she was married and guess what I did, oh yeah I was about to call her husband but felt like i could do more than that. I took a picture of her and that guy. It was 17:30. I headed to my house without calling her husband because I forgot to do. OK, let's just skip to the interesting part. The clock shows: 19:30. I stayed on my computer until someone rang my doorbell. I went downstairs and opened the door. It was my teacher. I saw her doing the pee-pee dance and then I realized that she has to pee. She came closer to me and asked: her: Hi, today I drank a lot of fluids and I didn't find any restroom in the city. Can I use your bathroom? When i heard that, fast enough I found an idea: making her sit on the armchair like what she did to me last week, but first I wanted to have a conversation about me and my little meeting with husband. So i had to choose between letting her pee like a good guy or making her suffer. I chose the easiest one, get it :)))))))))))). Then I answered: me: Can we have a conversation first? her: I can't. I really have to pee. me: sorry miss. Remember when you told me to wait till i finished the exercise. I also had to pee really bad. Now it's your turn. her: fine, i'll wait. Great!!!! Now she's mine. She can't escape. I asked her where she was and she said: home and then I was like: really??? After that, i spilled the beans about my ''plan'' with her husband which was about me looking for her in the whole city and calling her husband afterwards. Then I showed her the picture of her with the previous guy from the restaurant. When she saw the photo, she was shocked and starting shaking. She begged me not to sent this photo to her husband. And another idea has come in my mind: me: I won't but only if you do something for me. her: OK. What do you want? me: I want you to stay here for the rest of the night, sitting on this armchair while watching something at TV, without going anywhere, neither to the bathroom. her: Can I do this after I pee? me: Sorry, miss! if you go, I am about to sent this picture to your husband. And i don't think your husband will be so happy. Since she had no choice she agreed. Now she has to sit on the armchair for 3 or 4 hours. But I also made her drinking a glass of water 30 minutes each. OK. She sat down squirming and we were watching random stuff: documentary,films,cartoons etc. For the first 30 minutes, she put her hands around her thighs and started rubbing and tapping them. I forgot to say that she was wearing the same BLACK clothes she wore last week: the sportscoat,the pantyhose/tights, the skirt and the shoes. I also enjoyed watching her squirming and tapping her legs. I can say I got turned on by this. 30 minutes have passed, now she has to drink the first glass of water. 3 h left To be more interesting, we watched a documentary about rivers,waterfalls and since there is water and also water splashing sounds, it puts a lot of pressure on teacher's bladder. She couldn't take it anymore. For this amount of time, she started to do the same things but in a "weird" way. She was squirming and tapping/rubbing her legs again but quickly, she also did something new. By starting to move up and down,putting her hands on the cheeks like she was thinking, wiggling and also rubbing her shoes. Another 30 m passed and another glass of water. Let's skip again some parts For the remaining amount of time, she breathed very deeply and in a fast movement, as well. Since she drank by now 4 glasses of water, her urge to pee had increased and that meant she couldn't hold it any longer. She was about to stand up and heading to the toilet. But I reminded her that I could call her husband if she goes to the bathroom. She was doing some weird expressions on her face and holding her crotch very tightly until she loses control. She started to wet her black skirt and the armchair, too and then her pee was going down the floor. This took 1 minute. I could see her wet spot on her skirt from the back and also on her tights. me: don't worry, I won't tell your husband about this. her: thank you! me: so, we are even right? her: Yeah! i guess I started to feel a bit sorry for her. That's why I decided to let her take a shower and sleep in my room just for this night. Maybe i will cheer her up. I took her to the bathroom and gave her some pijamas. She washed her body for 30 minutes and then i took her to my room and i told her I only wanted to see how does it feel like to have to pee and the person next to you doesn't let you go. Then she apologized me because she didn't let me pee last week. I also apologized her and made peace afterwards. We became good friends after this and we slept in the same bed. END OF THE STORY!!! MORE STORIES COMING SOON
This is my first attempt at writing. I was lucky enough to get a detailed outline from one of the authors that I have read many times, Rick Dixon. Please be nice and not too nit picky on the spelling or the grammar as I am not even close to a professional writer. The first post is a "normal" ending, and the second post starts the same through most of it, then reflects an ending of a tread that I enjoyed of Rick's and am trying to resurrect with this story.  Liz loved her life. She was only 20, still in the prime of her life. Her body was thicker in all the right places that garnered her all the attention that she wanted, plus some that made a slightly shy girl like her blush, but she only had eye's for her true knight in shining armor, Tom. She had a job that let her set her own hours, yet make enough to cover her rent and still have a good time. Tom and Liz had been together for a couple years before they had decided to move in to a house with a couple of other friends that they had known for their whole lives. The house was beautiful. The only drawback was that there was only one bathroom. As their friends Tiffany and Jeff work opposite hours from Tom at the bar, Liz was free any time she wanted, and their other roomie Sarah only seemed to be home once every couple of days to shower, so  this wasn't really a big problem for the five friends.  One warm summer night when the AC was on the fritz again, Liz went down to the bar where Tom worked. Dating the bartender had its perks, free cold drinks were a welcome break from the heat of the day.  After a couple hours Liz started to feel a very slight need to pee. She wasn't worried though. After a very embarrassing incident at camp she had developed amazing control of her bladder. Anything to not have to live through the embarrassment again, But she figured with the bathroom situation the way it could be in her house she might want to duck off for a quick one.She downed her drink and headed off to the bathroom, looking for a bit of relief before she headed home. Just as she rounded the corner she saw an older woman with her hand burred in her crotch come storming up the hall ranting about how a bar should have a functioning toilet, and how she was going to report this to the health board.  Liz could see from there that there was a steady steam of water coming from under the door of the lady's room. Not being one of those girls brash enough to strut in the mens, Liz decided she would just head home and call it a night. After kissing Tom goodnight and wishing him luck with the growing crowd of bouncy, irritate, desperate women demanding something be done, She gave herself a quick squeeze and hopped in a cab and headed home.  It was quiet in the house, Too quiet. "Oh well" Liz said to herself, must be Tiff and Jeff were either asleep, fighting again, or both. They were one of those couples that could always fight, but were still madly in love with each other.  As liz took off her four inch heels she had to stop for a couple seconds and clench. "Damn, I godda go" she thought. Stopping by her and Tom"s room liz stripped off her shirt to reveal a simple white bra, and shimmied out of her skin tight jeans. Standing there in just her white bra and panties, Liz admired her curves in the mirror. The same curves that she had cursed as a teen now filled out her clothes in a way that she loved. Stretching to the celing she was once again reminded of her now more pressing need.  Liz walked; or more stumbled, as the last of her drinks were hitting her hard now, to the bathroom. Clicking on the light a sudden movement in the tub startled her and almost made a spurt shoot past her iron sphincter.   Jeff was there with his blanket and pillow, and apon realizing who it was shouted "If she thinks I'm going to admit she was right, she has another thing coming." Shocked Liz just stood there for a second contemplating on weather she had to go bad enough to shoulder the embarrassment of going in front of her friend. Another muffled shout from Jeff To get out because some people had real jobs was enough to scare her out of the room.  Standing in the hall Liz started to rub her shapely thies together and her hand strayed to the crotch of her panties. Even in her inebriated state her brain was working enough to know that she would eventually run out of time as the pressure was starting to build in her bladder. With a final clench of her muscles, Liz started through the house to find Tiffany, to see if she could convince Jeff to leave the bathroom.  Apon arriving to Jeff and Tiffany's room Liz stopped for one more quick squeeze before she knocked. After entering the room Liz got to hear a twenty minuet rant from Tiffany on all of the things that Jeff had ever done. It all ended with her saying "And then the idiot said he would rather sleep in the tub than deal with me. Can you believe that? Rather a cold bathroom than a warm bed with someone like me."  Through this rant Liz tried to be the good friend and offer help. This was getting harder, because all the drinks were not only effecting her brain but were rapidly swelling her bladder. Tiffany was to mad to notice all the fidgeting from her friend and didn't even pick up on the hint Liz tried to drop when she said, " Well he can't just stay in the bathroom all night, wouldn't mind ducking in there myself before bed." Tiffany just thought Liz was trying to be a good friend, Not someone looking out for herself and her by now very uncomfortable bladder.  After Tiffany went in the bathroom there was some loud words that slowly started to sound calm. Liz couldn't really concentrate on them anymore. Her hand started to stray to her crotch as the pressure built in her bladder. She yawned and started to realize just how tired this had all made her.  Liz opened her eyes. She was on a stage, all eyes were on her. The lead of the camp play had been given to her, and it was the final performance. She had just muddled up her lines because the pressure in her bladder was screaming to let out the three sodas she had drank at lunch. As she felt her face grow red with embarrassment she felt her dress get wetter.  BOOM. Liz fell over in the hall `waking herself up. It was a dream that she woke up from far too often for her taste. Looking about lazily Liz saw that there was a touch of color in the sky. Walking by the open bathroom, compleatley forgetting about the toilet she still needed, she headed for her room for her morning after remedy. A red Gatorade and a couple painkillers for her pounding head. Feeling a chill liz glanced in the mirror, only then realizing her attire. She grabbed a robe and decided to head to the kitchen to watch the sunrise. Still groggy from last night Liz decides to start breakfast for the early risers in the house. After hitting the start button on the coffee maker she pulled up one of the tall chairs to the counter and sat down to wait for the coffee to start. Her legs dandled gracefully from the tall chair and she looked down at her perfectly painted toes. Loving the fact that she could always wear sandals as she was always proud of how her feet looked. She could feel the breeze of her legs moving back and forth on the insides of her perfectly shaped calves as they kept peeking trough the opening on the front of the green robe she was wearing. She was thicker than some girls but she was happy how strong her legs were and always loved the way her calves looked when she flexed them.  The sun just started peeking through the window. This time of day was always so beautiful to her. Her vision fallowed the stream of light from the window to where it landed. Right on her upper thighs. As she looked the coffee maker finally started to drip, maybe she would have to clean th, "Ohhhhh" she moaned as her train of thought was broken by an urgent need to pee. It rushed back in her brain how many drinks she had had the night before and all the drama with Tiffany and Jeff. It all added up to a bulging full bladder that was just going to get worse with the gaterade that she had finished off for her head. Liz heard movement in the house and knew she would have to move fast to get to the bathroom. Going through the house she saw Sarah starting a load of laundry, and being able to smell a bit of the funk from her robe stopped for a second to toss it in with her load. She hadn't seen Sarah in a few days and Sarah loved to talk when she was around. Liz tried to toss the robe and keep moving, but Sarah blocked the hallway and started talking. Liz was now standing in just her white tshirt and panties. The cool of the night had lowered the temperature in the house making liz shiver. This had two results her nipples on her ample chest got hard enough that some might be concerned that they might just cut through the thin shirt, and her bladder had the worst spasm yet.  Crossing her legs she tried to be nonchalant, and not let on to Sarah how bad she needed to pee. This all came to an end when Sarah pressed start on the washing machine. As the water started to fall into the machine Liz moaned and her hand shot to her crotch as she started to dance in front of her friend.  Sarah had always had a thing for Liz, And had been very happy seeing a desperate person in the house from time to time with the bathroom situation. She tried to hold Liz up longer, feeling herself grow moist and her own nipples harden as she looked Liz up and down. Liz had her legs crossed hard, the muscles were flexing all the way up causing a very attractive effect. She had one hand buried in her crotch and the other was resting on the bulge that was above her panties. She looked like she was in mid pregnancy it was getting so big. Finally Liz couldn't take the noise of the water anymore. Every thought she had was keeping the flood at bay. What would Sarah think if she peed herself. Liz knew she wouldn't be able to live it down. .It would be even worse than the dream she had. She was a big girl who could control herself. A big girl she thought to herself. Suddenly another wave mad her moan, "OHHH. Sorry Sarah I've got to go bad, there's coffee started I'll talk to you when I'm out." Sarah watched as her friend moved past her. She was disappointed that she couldn't draw it out long enough to see a wet spot on Liz's panties, but she had places she had to be today, so she had to leave. She did give one last look back to see Liz with her shapely bottom swaying side to side hobbling towards the bathroom and her relief. Liz was starting to reach the end of her tether. She was starting to wonder if she would make it to the toilet that she ached for. Arriving at the bathroom she found the door closed, knocking she said "Who's in there I need to get in there pl...please" her voice was strained from the effort it took to not wet herself. There was no answer but she heard Tiffany and Jeff's voices behind the door. "Damn, must have made up again" Liz moaned. curse her luck, ten feet from her reliefe and she couldn't get there. Liz knew the lock on the door was broken and a more bold girl might just barge in and plop herself down in this situation, but she just couldn't do it.  Leaning against the wall Liz crossed her legs double with her hand buried in her crotch. She couldn't think strait. It felt like literal waves were trying to push out. Liz closed her eyes and squeezed back another wave, she thought it sounded like a wounded dog was whining in the house, it took a few seconds for her to realize that the sound was coming from her on every breath. Looking down she saw how far her belly had expanded now. Her panties were now stretched out and cutting a line in her skin. She then realized that without thinking she had pushed the gusset of her panties to the side and was pushing directly on her pee hole. flushing with embarrassment she pulled the gusset back in place and started to dance around, bouncing, tapping, moaning, whining, This was getting really bad for her, her stomach was starting to hurt as her bladder cramped. her legs felt like they were on fire from the flexing they had been doing.  Liz composed herself enough to knock once more whimpering as she does, "Come on guys please hur..hurry up, I really really have to pee. Its been like seven hou....hours" her voice breaking off and the lsat word coming out as more of a sob than anything as her bladder tried to squeeze down again. She had been dancing and making so much noise that she hadn't heard the shower on in the bathroom, but when Tiffany poked her head out the door Liz almost fell over with the sight of running water. Her pee made a serious attempt ate freedom and it was all she could do to clamp it off. Looking up at Tiffany she made a pathetic attempt to say something, but it just came out as incoherent whimpering.  Tiffany knew both her and Jeff had to go to work soon and was not going to have her shower quickee. Plus Liz was always mentioning how many times Tiffany had to pee when they went out for drinks. Almost saying she was inferior for her smaller bladder. "Well" Tiff thought "Guess Its time for you to be desperate." Tiffany looked her friend in her eye's and said "Look if your going to dance around in the hall at least keep it down."  Slamming the door in Liz's face as she tried to push in to the bathroom.  Liz was shocked. she stood there hands and sphincter trying to hold back an angry ocean and her friend wouldn;t just let her pee. For ten minuets she did everything she could to hold. She had been working so hard that sweat was starting to soak her shirt and make it see through. Her crotch and hands had sweat so much that she wasn't sure if she was starting to loose it or not. By the time The couple left the bathroom and walked by she was almost in another world and was moaning in a whimpering sobbing voice "big girl...bi..big..g..g..girl"  She moved as fast as she could to the toilet while not relinquishing her hold on her pee hole. Only to find what almost put her over the edge, The bowl was full to the brim of murky water. Tears started to fall slowly down her face. What was she going to do now.  Close to a complete melt down Tom walked up to her. He had had a long night getting the toilets working at the bar and Jeff had woke him from his slumber on the couch to tell him the toilet was busted here to. He was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend in the most desperate state that he had ever seen someone in without wetting. He knew she had a phobia about people seeing her pee and knew this was his chance to get what he had always wanted. Tom valiantly tried to get the toilet working while Liz perched herself on the counter, legs crossed grinding her lips into the hard counter top. She was exhausted and every muscle was starting to cramp. But she couldn't wet herself in front of Tom, what would he think of dating a woman who peed herself like a baby.  Tom on the other hand was in heaven. the whimpering sobs his girlfriend made and seeing the look of pained desperation was more than enough to get him extremely excited and he couldn't believe that she didn't just go in the shower or the sink that she was right next to.  Liz saw Tom stand up and stretch his back through tear filled eyes. He looked at her and said "Well I'll have to go to the hardware store in a couple hours to get what I need." This was too much for poor Liz. She felt a one second spurt burst out of her. She almost screamed with the pain that it cost her to clamp down and stop it. Tom watched as her panties got wetter than just the sweat and saw a small trickle make its way down the length of her shapely legs. He had always been a bit turned on by seeing women having to pee. The night before with the toilets being broke at the bar had given him a couple shows, but no one had wet themselves. After that disappointment Tom was not going to miss this chance.  Liz had some how regained control, just barely, when through her tear filled eyes she saw tom start some slow music on his phone. She had no idea what he was doing, but her hope was that he was trying to cover the sound of her desperation so anyone who might still be in the house wouldn't hear. She quickly found out how wrong she was. Tom reached out and pulled liz off the counter, with her legs twisted together as they were she was barley able to stand, but she was grateful her hero was there for her. As tom gazed down at Liz he really loved the look of shock on her face as he reached over and opened the door of the bathroom, hugged her close, and started to dance her out to the hallway. In her desperate state he was the one doing all the "dancing" and all her feet were really doing were sliding across the floor. Each move Tom made sent a new wave of misery through Liz. Her whole body felt it was on fire as her muscles cramped and her cheeks were soaked in her tears from the entirety of the whole situation.  Tom pulled her close in one of his "moves" causing her now almost constant whining and whimpering to turn to a yelp and a two second blast of pee to rush out as Tom felt what almost felt like a basketball press into him. Tom could feel his pant leg get wet, as it soaked up the liquid off of her legs. This was it for him, he had to see this beautiful, sweating woman lose control.  Liz had finally gotten over the shock enough to start making whole words again instead of just incoherent noises. "Please...PLEA...se....I...need..t..t..t..top...p...ppp...PEE" The last word came out as a scream. Tom just smiled a slightly wicked smile that she had never seen before and struck a bit of fear into her very being.  Tom whipped Liz around one last time, she could feel drops statr to escape. Not a stream just drop after burning drop.  Her breathing and heart rate were reaching an almost dangerous level as the only thing that was keeping her muscles clamped down was an almost primal fear of the embarrassment that emptying her bladder here would cause. Tom gave her one last squeeze and then pulled her back into a deep dip. Liz let out a small scream in the squeeze and then a loud shriek when Tom bent her over backwards.  Liz's body could take no more in this position, and the now almost constant dripping turned into a torrent. To her it almost felt as if the urine was being ripped out of her. Her eyes squeezed shut almost as tight as her bladder was pushing down, as she put every bit of energy into closing her overworked muscles, but it was no use, the best she could do was slow the stream, as she begged herself, "No no no, please please, not here. Not again, Big g..." in a quivering weak voice. This attempt caused her so much pain that she screamed again. As Tom almost lovingly layed her the rest of the way down on the floor, so he could get a good view of the awe inspiring show his girlfriend was putting on, Liz finally forced her eyes open almost in a daze, still repeating "no" every few seconds. She had been peeing for almost 45 seconds by now and the puddle was still growing rapidly as she layed in it. Liz's clothes clung to her body from the moisture, and were now not hiding anything as she glanced down at herself and her legs had opened in her minds attempt to stop the pain from her cramped muscles. This gave Tom an unobstructed view as the pee was now blasting from between her legs with enough force to make it seem as if the panties weren't even there. Liz heard laughter behind her and as her bladder was finally reducing her pressure down to a trickle, she looked around and saw all three of her other housemates standing there, drawn to the hallway by her screams of pain and her crying. They were all taking little steps back as her pee threatened to wet their feet. Then Liz noticed something that made her panic even more than she already was, Sarah had her phone out and there was a red light on the front.  Liz broke down and wept like she had never wept before as the knowledge and embarrassment washed through her. Her bladder finally empty, she tried to stand up and run to the bathroom. Her legs were still cramped, causing her to fall back into her puddle with a splash. On her second try she finally got upright and stumbled into the bathroom. As her mind tried to wrap itself around what just happened and what her "friends" and "boyfriend" had just done to her she started to peal off her see-through panties and shirt. She was now shivering from not only the shock, but the chill of being soaked. Reaching out she turned the nob on the shower. Only the smallest trickle came out. standing there in complete shock she didn't know what to do. As she looked at the miniscule amount of water, her bladder squeezed again and matched the trickle from the shower for a couple more seconds. Her legs gave out and she wept as she tried to think of how she would be able to wash herself, and she just sat there and cried as she broke down compleatly.  Alternate ending. Tom valiantly tried to get the toilet working while Liz perched herself on the counter, legs crossed grinding her lips into the hard counter-top. She was exhausted and every muscle was starting to cramp. But she couldn't wet herself in front of Tom, what would he think of dating a woman who peed herself like a baby.  Tom on the other hand was in heaven. the whimpering sobs his girlfriend made and seeing the look of pained desperation was more than enough to get him extremely excited and he couldn't believe that she didn't just go in the shower or the sink that she was right next to.  Liz saw Tom stand up and stretch his back through tear filled eyes. He looked at her and said "Well I'll have to go to the hardware store in a couple hours to get what I need." This was too much for poor Liz. She felt a one second spurt burst out of her. She almost screamed with the pain that it cost her to clamp doun and stop it. Tom watched as her panties got wetter than just the sweat and saw a small trickle make its way down the length of her shapely legs. He had always been a bit turned on by seeing women having to pee. The night before with the toilets being broke at the bar had given him a couple shows, but no one had wet themselves. After that disappointment Tom was not going to miss this chance.  Liz had some how regained control, just barley, when through her tear filled eyes she saw tom start some slow music on his phone. She had no idea what he was doing, but her hope was that he was trying to cover the sound of her desperation so anyone who might still be in the house wouldn't hear. She quickly found out how wrong she was. Tom reached out and pulled liz off the counter, with her legs twisted together as they were she was barley able to stand, but she was grateful her hero was there for her. As tom gazed down at Liz he really loved the look of shock on her face as he reached over and opened the door of the bathroom, hugged her close, and started to dance her out to the hallway. In her desperate state he was the one doing all the "dancing" and all her feet were really doing were sliding across the floor. Each move Tom made sent a new wave of misery through Liz. Her whole body felt it was on fire as her muscles cramped and her cheeks were soaked in her tears from the entirety of the whole situation.  Tom pulled her close in one of his "moves" causing her now almost impossibly hard bladder to press into him. Liz screamed "NOOOOOOOOO" she couldn't believe the pain that this caused. It felt as if her bladder was going to rip apart. "No" she thought, "It feels like I'm going to rip apart." Tom Loved the way she was squirming and the slipperiness of her skin from all the sweat, And squeezed again.  Liz was in agony. She felt her urine rushing to get out, but stopped by one cramped up muscle. She screamed again, High pitched and pitiful. This caused her housemates who were all ready to head out on their day to wait and come see what was happening. They walked into the hallway as Tom gave one last hard squeeze, reveling in the feeling of her bladder. He couldn't believe how hard it was. Liz on the other hand felt as if her whole being was ripped apart. BOOM. A sound like a gigantic balloon popping filled the house. Tom was now standing there with his arms around nothing.  The housemates didn't know what had happened, one second Liz was there, and the next with the BOOM, she was gone. The only thing left was a big ball of water that fell to the ground, as if a watter baloon were to disapear around it, and slpash onto the floor, sending dropplets covering them all.  Total shock filled the hallway as they all tried to posses what had happened and wondering of anyone would believe them, hell, if they even believed what they had saw. Edited February 4, 2018 by acer913 (see edit history)
Lain had been in the mall for quite some time. She had mainly been in the bookstore, browsing through books and seeing if there were any to add to her ever-growing collection. She loved books, any and all kinds. Lain really liked to expand her knowledge of everything she could study. She liked manga the best though, something about the artwork always caught her eye. She was browsing through some books when she felt it. A sudden strong urge to pee. Lain bent over slightly and squeezed her thighs together tightly. It was a medical problem she had. She would get a sudden strong urge to pee, and would often have trouble holding it in and leak.  Lain was fine when she was younger, it wasn't until she turned 13 that the problem started. Doctors couldn't figure out why and just suggested she use panty liners and absorbent pads. No medications had helped her. She just had to deal with it and it happened at the most inconvenient times too. Doctors were baffled as it was as if she drank a lot of liquids, yet she didn't. Lain had been doing so well with the problem recently, that unfortunately on this day, she wasn't wearing any protection. She bit her bottom lip and straightened up. It felt like she had drunk two very large water bottles. The pressure was building up and she knew it was only a matter of time before she started leaking. Lain put the books away and exited the bookstore.  Sadly for her, the restrooms were all the way on the lowest level and she was on the highest level. Lain began walking as fast as she possibly could with her close to bursting bladder.  "God I have to pee, I don't know if I can hold it in this time." Lain thought. The pressure increased and pushed hard on her bladder and Lain stopped dead in her tracks. She could feel the pee rushing toward her urethra, ready to leak out.  "Please just wait! Hold on a little longer!" Lain begged her bladder. But it was to no avail and Lain felt multiple spurts escape, dampening her panties. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could without people noticing. Lain managed to stop the leak for now. She began walking toward the stairs, as she didn't want to go in an elevator with tons of people right now. She took the steps two at a time, trying her hardest to keep control of her bladder. Lain made it down the flight of stairs and was now on the fourth level. She was previously on the fifth level. The restrooms were on the first level. The elevators would have taken her faster, but she really didn't want people watching her in the elevator, while she desperately tries to hold her pee in. Lain began walking toward the flight of stairs to the third level. But suddenly a strong wave of pressure hit her. She felt a tingling sensation at the tip of her urethra. Her thighs weren't currently tightly together, as she is trying to walk as quick as she possibly can. Lain fights desperately to keep it in. The pee threatening to leak out of her. Her urethra quivering as it struggles to close and hold it in. Lain bites her lower lip, trying desperately to fight her body's urge to relax her urethra. She is currently stopped at the side of the walking area. Holding onto the railing overlooking the third floor. Lain is wearing tight jean colored skinny jeans with a shirt with cats on it. Underneath she is wearing a white bra and white cotton panties. She has above shoulder short brown hair, hazel eyes, caucasian skin. A skinny body and size B breasts. She can't fight it, her body's urge to relax it. Lain feels her panties grow warm and closes her eyes in relief. Until she remembers she is in the middle of the mall, pissing herself. Lain gasps quietly and crossing her legs tightly, holding herself in between her legs. Not caring that people might be staring. Lain manages to slow down peeing and almost thinks that she is in the clear. She doesn't feel any pee coming out. Lain looks down at her jeans and sees that there is a baseball size wet spot at the front. She curses under her breath. Luckily she always brings her favorite black oversized hoodie with her, in a tote bag. In case of accidents or leaks. She takes it out of her tote bag and slips it on, it covers the wet spot perfectly. Lain's bladder feels less pressure, currently and seems to be half full now. Or so her bladder made her think. In reality, it was still pretty full and about ready to burst. Lain didn't know this, however. She takes a step toward the third-floor stairs and another step. So far so good. Lain takes the third step and feels an overwhelming pressure overpower her. She can't stop it this time. Her urethra relaxes completely, tired from all the holding.  Lain gasps loudly and holds herself, but pee is gushing out full blast. She feels the urine going down her legs and making a big puddle underneath her. All that pent up urine is finally escaping. Lain can't help but throw her head back and close her eyes. Letting out a moan of relief.  She finishes after several long minutes, and opens her eyes and looks down at the mess she made. She can't believe that that much liquid was inside of her. Her bladder gave her a lot of trouble. Lain wishes she had more control over it. (Pictures aren't mine and are from Google. All rights go to the owners or makers of said pictures. This is just how I think Lain would look.)
We’ve all seen those adverts on the TV. You know the ones; the sexy woman in the clingy red dress, confident that if she wets herself laughing too much it won’t show thanks to the Tena pants  that she’s wearing. Then there are those two young women in tight jeans dancing the night away knowing that their ‘sensitive bladder’ issues won’t result in a visibly wet crotch and thighs thanks to their Always Discreet pants. What initially surprised me was the way in which these products were clearly targeted on young women, women of my age. I must say, it did make me wonder if any friends or work colleagues used them or similar ‘protection’, after all, according to Tena 47% of women suffer from some bladder weakness so there must be an awful lot of us who do sometimes wet our knickers. I must admit that I don’t always manage to keep my pants completely dry, but then I doubt I’m any different from most women. We all tend to leak a bit if laughing too much, sneezing, or coughing when out bladders are full or we have left it a little bit too late before rushing to the loo. But it’s normal and doesn’t happen often so I don’t think I need ‘protection’. However, something happened the a couple of months ago that changed my perspective. I was at my best friend Rachel’s flat for a quiet evening of chat, wine and a soppy film on TV. We were just onto our second bottle and getting a little merry when the Always pants advert came on. I need to wee by then and for some reason found the ad amusing, quipping to Rachel that a pair of those pants might come in useful if I didn’t go to the loo fairly soon, adding that I doubted that they worked or would save my skirt from a flood if I couldn’t hold it. “Oh, they work very well actually,” came Rachel’s the unexpected response. “What do you mean? How do you know?” This unexpected answer had me wondering what on earth she meant. Rachel’s face went red with embarrassment as she looked straight at me, murmuring quietly, “Because err I’ve used them!” Oh God. That’s too much information. This is so embarrassing, Oh God, what have I said.” Tears welled in her eyes. “It’s OK Rachel, we’re best friends; you can tell me anything,” I said, giving her a quick hug for comfort. “Now just explain it all to me.” Composing herself Rachel explained everything. It all began about three months earlier when she had had a nasty bladder infection. She had told me at the time, but only the basic details but it seems that apart form the usual pain and generally feeling unwell she was not only having to pee frequently but was unable to hang on very long. A nuisance at home and work but a real problem when out. She had tried drinking lots of water to flush the bug away but this only had her running to the bathroom even more often and, as she shyly admitted, not always making it in time. After she had wet herself badly for the third time she had immediately booked a doctors appointment. A course of antibiotics would sort it out but when she mentioned the accidents the doctor suggested she talk to the continence nurse. It was her who had suggested that for peace of mind it might be a good idea to wear protection till the problem cleared, suggesting that the new Always Discreet Pants were just that, secure and very discreet. The nurse even went down to the on-site pharmacy on Rachel’s behalf to get two packs for her to try so she did not have the initial embarrassment of buying them herself. At home she had taken her time before trying on these special pants for the first time but after another close call left yet another pair of damp knickers in the wash she had given in – after all it was only till the infection cleared. She said that the pants were actually very comfortable and didn’t really feel very different to her normal underwear, nor, to her surprise, were they visible –certainly not under a skirt and not even under quite tight jeans. The real question though was how they would perform if she had an accident so rather than risk visibly wet jeans decided to initially wear them under a skirt. I was getting strangely excited now as well as desperate for the loo but I just wanted to know more, especially if they worked, so I just asked outright, “Come on then Rachel, spill the beans - did you pee yourself in them and if so what happened.”  She blushed scarlet again before admitting, “Yes, several times. Usually it was just leaking badly when I couldn’t quite get to the loo in time. The first time, amazingly, although I knew I’d wet myself quite a bit the pants felt dry on my skin so I just kept them on – well I was probably going to have a another accident later, so I thought I might as well.” By now I was wriggling around and holding myself and really should have gone to the loo there and then but I still wanted to hear more so encouraged Rachel to carry on, despite the fact that I was absolutely bursting. She continued, explaining that the pants were quite comfortable even after several bad leaks and though the crotch swelled up they still remained comfortable. Having worn them during the day at home and, as a precaution, in bed she felt confident to wear them out of the house including at work fining to her relief that nobody appeared to notice anything, even when she knew that she was wet. Not only that but they could cope with a complete accident. On her second day back at work her bus home had been delayed and although she had peed before leaving work she had been desperate again by the time she got to her stop. The short walk was agony but the stairs to her flat were the final straw - as she reached her front door, having leaked several times already her poor bladder just gave up and she felt a hot flood soaking her bottom as she completely wet herself. But, the Always pants held it all – no trickles down her thighs and her skirt stayed dry. After that she had absolute confidence in them. She looked across at me, my legs tightly crossed and jigging about as I tried to keep control of myself and continued with a grin, “You remember our girls night out a couple of weeks ago?”  “You mean the time when Linda wet herself after we got out of the cab?” “Yes.” How could I forget it. We had all had a little too much to drink and in the taxi home Linda had been dying for a wee, so much so that she kept complaining that she was going to wet the seat before long. Fortunately she didn’t but the moment she got out had just stood there, a torrent of pee pouring down the legs of her jeans and forming a big puddle round her feet By the amount of laughter this caused I suspect one or two of the others also needed a change of knickers when they got home. “Well,” said Rachel, flushing red again, “Linda wasn’t the only one who wet herself that evening. I had an accident as well - I peed myself sat in the taxi but thanks to my special pants no-one knew except me. I’m still not sure of myself after that horrible infection so I still wear them as a precaution – thank goodness I had them on that evening!” I just looked at her in amazement – my best friend admitting that she’d wet her pants in a taxi. The picture in my mind of her sat there calmly peeing herself with all her friends around not knowing made me giggle. And giggling was not the best thing to do at that moment. The extra pressure on my swollen bladder was just a bit too much and I felt myself leak. “Shit! I’ve got to go for a wee or it’ll be too late,” I blurted out, dashing for the door. I made it to the loo just as the dam burst. A spurt of pee ran down my leg as I pulled my skirt up and hurriedly sat down still with my pants on and peeing uncontrollably, but what a relief! I really had left it too long this time and now I had really wet myself for the first time in ages and all because I had been so intrigued by Rachel’s story. Mopping myself up took some time and much toilet paper but nothing could change the fact that my pants were now very, very wet and I would just have to admit to Rachel what I’d done. Taking a deep breath I stepped back into the lounge. “Err, Rachel. I left it a bit late – do you think I could borrow some knickers please, mine are a bit wet!” Rachel just burst out laughing, “Jan you idiot. Why didn’t you go sooner? I saw you fidgeting for ages but you kept putting it off like a silly teenager. Now you’ve wet yourself like one. Are you sure you don’t need Always pants as well? “It was listening to you explaining their virtues that made me hang on – I was fascinated actually and more than a little intrigued,” I explained. “Stupid I know. But now I’m stood here in wet knickers and it wouldn’t be a good idea to sit on your sofa like this. So, could I borrow some clean ones? Please?” “Come on then, let’s find you something suitable Miss Pissy Pants!” she laughed as we went to her bedroom. Opening a drawer she took out a pair of rather thick looking pants, handing them to me saying, “Perhaps you had better wear these in case you have another accident.” “What are they,” I queried though I already knew. “Always pants of course. Ideal for leaky women everywhere - and we certainly qualify on that count at the moment. Not that I’ve known you wet your pants for a long time though; at least not since that drunken week in Ibiza when we were students. I blushed deeply, “I’d rather forget that, though it was probably great at the time. I seem to recall that we all wet ourselves at least once when drunk as well as for convenience on the beach because the toilets were so disgusting. And didn’t Linda wet the bed one night? Not our finest hour I’m sure but we were a lot younger then. God, it would be horribly embarrassing now. Don’t let’s talk about it. Rachel chivvied me up. “Come on girl, get those wet knicks off and put these on, then we can get back to the wine.” I lifted my skirt and pulled down my wet pants, dropping them on the floor to more giggling from Rachel as she saw just how wet they were. My face scarlet with embarrassment again I took the protective pants from her and inspected them closely. They did look very much like disposable paper pants but with padding from front to back and were surprisingly thin. Urged on by Rachel I carefully pulled them on. To my amazement they felt just as she had described earlier, quite comfortable and certainly no worse than big pants with a sanitary pad and invisible under my skirt. The knowledge that I was wearing what was, to all intents and purposes a pull-up nappy gave me a strange frisson of excitement, not to say arousal, especially after the gorgeous relief of emptying my bursting bladder a few minutes earlier together with the naughtiness of having done so through my knickers. And now I was wearing a pull-up! We went back to our wine and poured another glass but then I realised that Rachel hadn’t used the toilet since I’d been there. My mind was working overtime – she hadn’t had she . . . “Rachel, are you wearing Always pants right now, only after all that wine I would have thought you needed to pee as much as I did but I haven’t seen you go all evening.” “Guilty as charged,” she responded with a wicked grin, “And yes, I’ve wet them before you ask. I was about to go when that silly advert came on and we got distracted. Then you were in the loo and I couldn’t wait any more, so while you wet your knickers in the bathroom I wet mine sat here. Actually I’d better go and change just in case I leak. Back in a minute.” She came back a few minutes later, lifting her skirt and flashing a dry pair of Always pants at me. “Better safe than sorry. That wine goes straight through me,” she giggled. We carried on chatting for some time, both using the toilet like good grown-ups when necessary but somewhere towards midnight I decided I ought to head for home, which was only a 5 minute walk away. I was just about to say goodbye when Rachel suddenly said. “Haven’t you forgotten something? I put those wet knicks of yours in a bag for you and, in case you need them, a some Always pants as well!” I stuffed the bags she gave me into my shoulder bag and headed home. I actually needed to pee again but it was only a short walk back to my flat. However, the wine and the cold night air made me suddenly desperate and by the time I reached my front door I was close to wetting myself again. Quickly closing the door behind me I was about to dash into the toilet when an outrageous idea hit me. Still feeling curiously turned on from the events earlier in the evening and realising that I was still wearing the protective underwear I suddenly wondered what it would feel like to pee myself in this absorbent garment. Was it as effective as Rachel not only claimed but had demonstrated? I also had a rising curiosity as to what it would actually feel like to do a wee in them. As it was, my bladder was warning me that if I waited any longer I was going to find out anyway. Without thinking I quickly sat down on a kitchen chair just as I lost control. It was quite different to my earlier accident. A warm wetness enveloped my whole crotch and bum, the hot wetness tickling my already sensitive clit gave me a wonderful feeling that just kept building. As my finally bladder emptied I squeezed myself though the now hot and bulky padding, surprised that the outer layer was dry and so was the chair. The extra pressure on my clit sent me over the top and came, not once but several times as I enjoyed the exquisite feelings of relief, the warmth and wetness around my bottom, the sheer naughtiness at what I had just done and of course the resulting effect on my sensitive little button. I was going to have to try this again. Once I had recovered my composure I went to wash and get ready for bed. As I went to put on some knickers under my pyjamas I remembered the bag Rachel had given me. Inside was a small bag containing the knickers I had wet earlier in the evening plus another containing 3 pairs of Always pants – she obviously expected me to try them out more than once! Taking a pair out I decided to wear them instead of my usual cotton night time panties and after a final pee (in the toilet!) pulled them on and went to bed. Somehow I slept through, despite the wine but woke about 8 o’ clock dying for wee. I got up and headed for the loo but then remembered the wonderful pleasure of the previous evening – was it just a one off or had I discovered something interesting. Heading for the kitchen I sat down in the same chair. I must have looked a site - a woman of 26 sitting there with her hand down her silky pyjama bottoms squeezing herself through a pair of incontinence pants partly to stop herself wetting them and partly through the sheer sexual excitement that she was about to do just that. My poor bladder was absolutely at its limit and I felt myself leak a bit, feeling damp then strangely dry again as the pants did their job. My excitement at fever pitch I managed to just about control myself, leaking little spurts and trying not to just let go. The feelings were driving me wild – hot, wet leak, then feeling dry again, then another leak and another. Then I came; an incredible orgasm overwhelmed me and I almost cried out with pleasure. As it subsided my bladder released and again the hot wet flood washed over my clit and around my bottom until absorbed by the now soaked and bulging protective pants. A quick squeeze and I came again. Exhausted, I sat there for several minutes before heading for the shower. Peeling off the Always pants I dropped them on the floor with the pair from last night, laughing at myself as I looked at two wet nappies and a wet pair of knickers laying there on the floor. I had wet myself three times in less than 24 hours and two of those times it was deliberate! After my shower I dressed normally – top, skirt, knickers, tights and got on with my usual Saturday chores. As I did so I couldn’t help thinking about what had happened last night and again this morning. In some ways I felt disgusted with myself; what the hell was a mature woman doing not only wearing protective knickers when she didn’t need them but then deliberately peeing in them and enjoying it to the extent that she had an orgasm. I just could not rationalise it immediately but those orgasms had been incredible. But the more I thought about it the more sense it made.  I did have a tendency to hang on when I needed a pee and had quite often masturbated with a full bladder, partly to help me hold it but also because the sexual feelings were much more intense. Because I tended to hold on till I just had to go I’d also had quite a lot of near misses; those ‘just made it’ moments when you only just get you knickers off in time. Even then I had often leaked by the time I reached the loo and last night had not quite been the first time I’d weed through my knickers because I couldn’t get them down in time. But I had never knowingly or deliberately wet myself for sexual pleasure, though there must have been some hidden desire there, something that had been released by wearing the Always pants.  I was a good girl for the rest of the day but the following morning chose to wear the protective pants rather than my usual knickers. Not that I had any intention of using them but I was curious to see what it was like to wear them all day as I’d realised that they could at least be a useful precaution on boozy nights out, long journeys, flights or in other places where the loos were either in short supply or smelly portable toilets and it was preferable to hang on. In the afternoon I realised that I need some food and other bits and pieces to save me having to shop during the week so pooped out to the local superstore. Standing at the checkout I realised that I needed to pee quite badly and thought of using the store toilet, though that would have meant carrying all my shopping in with me so, remembering what I was wearing decided to wait till I got home. However, as I began walking, weighed down by my heavy bags my need went rapidly from needing to go to bursting – my earlier escapades must have weakened my bladder temporarily! Despite my protection I really did not want to have a big public accident so struggled on, with a rising fear that I might not make it home. As I neared my block I felt myself leak. A warm trickle in my pants that I quickly clamped off before it became a flood. Every few steps another leak though each time I managed to stop myself though by the time I was inside my flat had done so much in my pants that had I been wearing my usual knickers and tights they would have been soaked to the knees. Thanks to the Always pants my legs were dry and there was no evidence of the accident. I quickly put down my shopping, dashed into the bathroom and finished my pee in the toilet, pulling the Always pants back up instead of changing – well, they didn’t seem too wet and I wanted to see what it was like to wear them after a little accident. All part of my exploration! Shopping put away and a couple of cups of tea later I needed another wee. So I simply sat in my chair and weed in my knickers. The feeling was exquisite and I had another very satisfying orgasm though as I cam down from my high realised that this time I had overwhelmed the protective pants, having done more than I expected in them earlier and my bum and skirt were now wet. This time I had to change so cleaned myself up and put on normal pants and a clean skirt, having learned the limits of my special underwear. Since then I’ve experimented more and now keep a stock of the most absorbent Always Discreet pants in my underwear drawer, wearing them when I feel the need for extra security. This usually means nights out with the girls when the alcohol flows but I have even worn them to work on occasions when I might be stuck in long meetings or have to go out on site visits. They certainly help reduce stress levels when no toilet is immediately available. For total relaxation and the ultimate self-pleasuring I wear them at home, wait till I’m bursting and them just wet myself in them. Pure bliss! Rachel had asked me about my experience of the absorbent pants when we next met and I had to admit that I had ‘used’ them for their intended purpose, though not mentioning the sexual effects! From subsequent conversations I do suspect that she has discovered much the same thing; I’m going to have to ask her at some point. Several times when together we have admitted to each other that we are wearing them and even have a code word, asking each other whether they are wearing their ‘dancing pants’. I do know that we have both found them useful, especially on nights out and while unlike Rachel I haven’t peed myself in a taxi I did do it in the backseat of a friends car on one occasion. Naughty, nice and much more comfortable that trying to hang on till I could get home. I might not have a particularly ‘sensitive bladder’ but I can certainly dance all I want with utter confidence that if I forget myself it just won’t matter, I’ll always be discreet about it!
Hey, everyone, Like I told you all some months ago, the story of Meagan and Parker isn't over!  I've drafted several new stories and outlined a few more. Here's the first.  (Not sure what's going on? Check out my "Gentleman" stories from last year, or scroll down to my offer at the bottom.)  ------------------------------------------------------------------ Parker’s phone buzzed, and he leaped across the room for it.              Hey hon! Out havin a drink with the other counselors      Before Parker could move his thumbs fast enough to answer, a whole series of texts came in.         We’re out on a boat drinking. It’s nice         Just one problem: we got lots of beer but no bathroom on this boat         I bet we could use that someday… ;)      Parker grinned and texted back:         Ooh, good thinking              Thinking about it is fun         Doing it would be even better         Mmmm yea. When?         Well actually         Since I already need to go         I was thinking… right now Parker felt an electric shock run through him.         You got my attention… ------------------------------------------------------------------------ After his highly eventful spring, and the up-and-down drama of the last week of school, finishing up with the absolutely fantastic making-up with Meagan, Parker was intensely happy in some ways, sad in others, and exhausted in all of them. School had let out the first week in May; the second week he basically slept. Occasionally he mustered up enough energy to goof around on his computer, playing games with his buddies. He did text Meagan daily. She’d already warned him, however, that she’d be a little out of contact for a while—and then in June she’d start summer camp and be even busier. He was uneasy about this, and confessed as much to Meagan.         I know. It worries me too         We’ll do the best we can, that’s all we can do for now      But he didn’t start getting actively worried until the second week of vacation, when he noticed that her texts were getting a lot more curt.         You okay?              Fine         You don’t seem fine         I’m fine. Talk later Then one afternoon the phone didn’t buzz for a text but rang for a call, and when he breathlessly answered it, it was her voice on the other end. “Oh my dear sweet lord and all his fuzzy puppies, am I glad to hear your voice,” Meagan said. “Good to hear yours,” he said. “What’s up?” She groaned. “Oh, nothing except that I’m remembering all the reasons I went to college.” “Hmm?” “So I can get the fuck out of this town. This town is a fuckin’ minefield of bad decisions and bad memories. I’ve already seen two of my exes…” Parker felt a slight twinge of worry, but she apparently could read his mind. “…And don’t you worry about a thing, my dear sweet hedgehog, because I made damn sure they didn’t see me. Remember that all my exes are assholes?” “Oh, right.” “I cannot, cannot wait to get out of here.” “And it’s only May.” Her next words clearly came through clenched teeth. “Don’t remind me.” “Sorry.” “No, you’re fine. I’m just loving hearing your voice. You could be reading me a long string of Shakespearean insults and I’d love it.” She sighed. “I wish I could hug you. And I wish you could hug me.” “Do you wanna talk about it?” “I’m a pysch major, Parker, of course I wanna talk about it. But not actually right now… I don’t wanna burn through too many of my minutes, so we can stay in touch for sure when I’m at camp. I wanna hear you talk.” “You know you can talk to me any time.” “I do. But please. Tell me what you’ve been doing. Read me a poem. Read me the phone book. I just like hearing you talk because it reminds me the good parts of my life do still exist.” So Parker talked about his games for a while, and at one point did start reciting a section of the phone book—“Aarens, Sam; Aaron, Maeve; Aaron, Saul; Abbot, Frankie.” “Mmm. Say ‘Frankie’ again.”—and generally babbled until Meagan said, “Oh, you’re so good, Parker, you really are. I wish I could talk longer. I love you to pieces. Take care!” This became a bit of a pattern, although the next time she called she seemed more sad than frustrated and asked, spontaneously, “So how well do you get along with your parents?” “Pretty well.” “Tell me about them. I barely met your dad when he picked you up.” Parker’s parents: a tall, bustling, highly organized woman working in the non-profit sector and a quiet, short, balding accountant, so stereotypically boring he’d be invisible if he ever stood against a beige background. But while those dry descriptions summed up a lot of what they did, they didn’t catch his mother’s dry wit, her gentle insistence on fairness—summed up in her self-description as a “Bleeding Heart for Hire.” It didn’t catch his father’s sneaky sense of humor and his boundless imagination, generally buried under a heap of numbers and yet breaking loose in wild flights of fancy or, alternatively, seeing Star Wars in the theater fifteen times in a summer. He tried to explain that to Meagan in a way that made sense. “What I would give for a boring dad,” Meagan sighed. “My dad’s not boring once you get to know him!” “Oh, I heard you. I’d still settle for a boring dad.” “Okay, what’s up? You said you didn’t want to talk about it, but you’re dropping hints like crazy.” She growled. “Sorry. Just asking.” “No, I’m growling at myself ‘cause you’re totally right. The short version is… my dad’s been an asshole ever since he got laid off.” “I’m sorry. How long has it been?” “Eleven years.” Parker winced, and then realized she couldn’t see him. “I’m wincing.” “Thanks. I’ll tell you more someday, I promise. Talk to me about your boring parents. Please.” The rest of May and the first half of June became strangely uneasy for Parker, as Meagan was clearly upset a lot, and would call him every few days, but wouldn’t talk much about what was bothering her. She’d just have him babble for a while, then thank him and tell him she loved him and hang up. He burned off some of his anxiety in gaming, as he always had, and since he didn’t have to be anywhere in the mornings, he would often play late into the night. So he was awake around 2am one morning, wrestling with a particularly knotty opponent, when Meagan called him. “Hey beautiful! You’re up late.” “Look who’s talking! I was just gonna leave you a message.” “At 3am?” She chuckled, low in her throat. “Well, let’s just say I thought of you. For good reason.” “Oh yeah?” “So I’ve been out driving to blow off some steam. Ever since I got my car I’ve been doing that. I just go out and drive anywhere. I know this whole town like the back of my hand. And I brought some beer, though don’t worry, I only drank one before I started driving and I stopped before I opened the next one. And I’m only on number 3 anyway. I’ll save the rest for later. But anyway, I’m up at the top of the biggest hill around here, just feeling the wind in my hair, and guess what? The first two beers went straight through me. I gotta pee.” “So naturally you thought of me.” “Of course!” “I’m pretty lucky that my turn-on is so common.” “Mmhm. Anyway, I was gonna leave you a message of me peeing. But now that I’m actually talking to you I’ll wait a bit.” “I’m liking this so far.” “So why are you up so dang late?” “Well hey, with the time zone difference it’s not so bad where I’m at. But I’m playing a game, and this guy is just tough to beat. Why are you drinking and driving at 3 in the morning?” “Driving and then drinking, thankyouverymuch. Oh, just another rough day.” “You’ve been having a lot of those.” “Yeah, I guess I have. So the deal is, my dad… does not handle stress well. And since he’s unemployed he is stressed all the fuckin’ time. And so what he does to blow off steam is drink a six-pack and then scream at ‘his women.’ Which is what he calls me and my mom. Today I got told just how worthless I am at least five or six times. Classic displacement. When I told my psych prof about it, she didn’t quite believe me, because nobody’s that textbook.” “Aw, sweetie. I am so sorry.” “Yeah. Sucks to be me in the summers.” “Back at school you didn’t seem that stressed about summer coming up.” “Oh, I was. But I kept that under wraps. I figured you’d run the other direction if you found out, and then we nearly broke up because Dacy told a story about pissing her pants, and god was that ridiculous and yet I am so grateful to her. Made me sit up and realize what I was doing.” “Heh. And the making up was pretty nice.” “This is true. Speaking of, I just thought you’d like to know that I’m definitely feeling the need here. Pressure’s mounting. And I’ve still got half of this beer left to drink.” “Mm. Thanks for that.” “Anyway. Mom’s not helpful, the rest of my family is… only helpful in a couple ways, and everybody in this town has either fucked me over or been fucked over by me. Or, in at least four cases, both. So I’m just a little isolated. Thank god for summer camp.” “Did you go to camp when you were a kid?” “Yeah. It was a total godsend when I was a kid and wondering why my dad was suddenly being so mean. Gave me a little hope that maybe I wasn’t a total sack of crap, not that I would have said it that way at the time. I went every year we could afford it, and as soon as I was old enough I applied to be a counselor. Would you like to know what I’m wearing?” “Um, sure.” “The same cutoffs I was wearing those last few days before we left. And a t-shirt.” “Are you cold?” “A tiny bit, but it’s a warm night. Which is a good thing, I’d have to go twice as bad if it were cold.” “Hmm, should I be glad or disappointed…” “Up to you. Anyway. That’s my sob story.” “Is it just your family that’s getting you down?” “Well, like I said I cannot wait to get out of this town for good. I may know every pothole and every asshole, but I want something better. School is my ticket out, that’s why I’m always going hard on my classes. You know that time I held it while we were working on papers? I didn’t like that for a couple reasons, but one was I wanted to focus.” “Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” “Hey, it was my call and I made it and now we know better. As long as we stick to Captain Reynolds’ rule and work before we play, we can totally do both.” “Like right now.” “Mmhm! For instance, I’m sitting on my heel now. This beer got me bad.” “Scale of 1 to 10?” “Aw, fuck, lover, I never know. On a scale of 1 to pissing my pants, I’m at ‘squirming around a lot and almost wishing you’d let it go to voicemail so I’d have peed by now.’” “You can go any time, love.” “’Kay. I think I’ll go now.” “Wait!” “So much for ‘Any time,’ huh?” “Just describe it for me, please?” “Describe yourself. I’m the one painting a picture and you’re leaving me blind. How hard are you?” “I’m getting there.” “Huh, just ‘getting there’? I’m holding my pee for you and you’re only ‘getting there’? Unzip your pants and help yourself along, boy.” “Tell me more.” “Nope. You’ve got all I’m giving until I can hear your hard-on.” “How on earth…?” “Your voice changes a little when you’re seriously turned on.” “Really?” “Really.” “All right, all right, I’m… uh, I guess I’m jacking off.” “You guess?” “Fine, my right hand is around my cock and I’m stroking it. I’m not as good as you at talking dirty, okay?” “It’s the little details that help. Like how I’ve unbuttoned the top of my jeans. And now I’m pulling down the zipper, ‘cause I’m gonna pee.” “You can’t hold it for me a little longer?” “Oh, I guess I could, but I’m getting pretty tired and I wanna sleep.” “You’re not gonna drive home yet, are you?” “Nah, I’m just gonna pass out in the back seat of my car. I’ll drive home in the morning.” “Is that safe?” “This hill’s pretty far outside of town. I’ll be fine. I just took off my shorts, by the way. I’m just in panties now. Except my sandals, of course.” “You took your shirt off?” “No, sorry. So what I’m gonna do is squat down and lean back against my car, and pull my panties down, and then I’ll have to stop talking because I’m gonna try to put my phone down there so you can hear me peeing. Does that sound good to you?” “Yeah, it really does.” “Good, ‘cause I’m doing it. Here goes.” There were a few faint noises he couldn’t quite interpret, but he guessed they involved positioning. And then he heard it: a faint hiss and splattering. He filled his mind with the vision of Meagan peeing beside her car and let the sound fill in a little detail. “Mm. That felt nice,” Meagan said. “Feels nice over here.” “You gonna come soon?” “Um, not right away.” “All right, then, I’m not gonna wait. I’m pretty wiped, hedgehog.” “Sleep well then, love. But text me in the morning that you’re safe, okay?” “’Kay, I can do that.” “Love you.” “Love you right back. G’night.” Parker was now left with an age-old dilemma of finishing up one thing or finishing up the other. He decided to save his game and finish that later. He had other business to attend to.      ---------------- In the morning, there was indeed a text from Meagan:                 Safe but had to pee like crazy again soon as I woke up. Barely got out of the car in time. Broad daylight, too! Enjoy ;) ____________ [Okay,  so this somehow got cut off, but I still wanted to post what I had. I'll finish this once I find the ending, but it'll take me a bit due to my crazy-elaborate way of posting. Hold on until then! (heh)]
Here we go. What part of "Ctrl-A" did my computer not understand...? Should have known I couldn't beat you, Mel!  _______________________ With June came the end of the public school year, and just days later Meagan’s summer camp opened up. Immediately the whole pattern of communication changed. Signal from Camp Graham was a little spotty so texts were usually easier than whole phone calls. Meagan generally only had time to text “<3” between lights out and falling asleep, she was so tired—but those longer texts she did have time for were much, much happier, and much more the Meagan Parker knew. And there were the occasional perks:           Lying in bed and need to pee but that means getting up, getting dressed, and getting out of the cabin without waking the girls           I think i’ll just try to wait until morning or:           That moment when there are ten middle schoolers ahead of you in line for the toilet But the biggest excitement without question came that Saturday evening when Meagan texted to tell him she and the other counselors were out on a boat with plenty of beer but a shortage of bathrooms, and that she intended to make use of it:         Since I already need to go         I was thinking… right now         You got my attention…              Good         I’ve had two beers, I’m working on three         Haven’t peed since before we left camp… 3hrs? Maybe 4         How long u gonna stay out         No idea         Fun, huh? I’ll keep you posted Parker had a hard time concentrating on his game for the next half-hour. He kept having to resist the temptation to text demands for a status update. But he knew Meagan didn’t have unlimited texting and thought he’d better not put her balance at risk—the last thing he wanted was to have her cut off this adventure because of a phone bill. Finally she sent him an update.         Legs crossed now         What r u wearing         Normal summer stuff. Shorts sandals t-shirt. Oh and a lifejacket         Sexy         I insisted. If we’re all getting drunk on this boat I don’t want anyone to worry about falling off         Wasn’t being ironic. You’re sexy when you’re smart.         :) Pressure building. One of the other girls just asked about the bathroom              What did u say? Whos there with you?         5 of us counselors. 3 girls 2 guys. Boat belongs to the family of 1 of the girls.         She just said the options are to piss in the lake or hold it until we get back. You know which option Im taking              I love you         I know. How you feelin? Hard yet?              Yup         Good. Ill text you if anythin happen At this point Parker just shut down his game and lay on his bed imagining, waiting for the next text to come in. There was zero chance of him concentrating properly on anything else at the moment.              Mmkay if i weren’t holding for you i’d go in the lake right now. Beer fills me up fast.         I got this tho. Legs still crossed.         Bladder of steel              Fuckin aye. The other girl is all antsy but i’m cool as ice         Wait, she’s gonna go in the lake. So are the guys         But im gonna talk bout me. 3 beers in me 5 hrs since last i peed def gonna be a challnge but ill make it back to land at least, maybe back to camp                         How long to camp?              Dunno but we took a while coming out here         So evry1 excpt me just peed in th lake and they askd if i needed to go and i said nope im good         Talk to me tho. If im hangin on like this you better be so hard         I am. Jacking off a little. Naked now if that helps         Mmmmmmmmmm it does              Gettin hard to text hnstly         ;) that helps too. Should i drink a 4th beer?         Id love it but can u make it?         Dont know. Well be out here a whije         *We’ll and *while hard to text here to         If u need to go in the lake im fin with that [Editor’s note: from here on out, the texts became increasingly filled with typos and abbreviations. You get the idea. For the sake of clarity and our readers’ sanity, all the subsequent texts will be proofread for spelling and grammar.] Parker was stroking himself gently now, not sure of how soon to really push, since he didn’t want to come too soon and miss the climax of Meagan’s adventure. Her next text helped, though:         I may have to. God do I need to pee now. The beer really went through me.         But I won’t let them see. I’m totally still.         I love how you can do that. Just go totally still and barely even show it. You’re so strong.         Not feeling super-strong right now, but thank you!         If it starts to hurt, seriously, you can go in the lake, I’ll still love it.         But if you think you can make it, I believe in you. I’m in awe right now.         I’ll make it back to land. Not sure about camp.         I’m not cheating and telling people we should get some sleep, either.         I did just tell them to fuck off since they were making fun of me for texting you so much.         Heh.         And I told them there’s no way I’ll be the Designated Driver. I’m not too drunk, but I wouldn’t trust myself to drive right now even if I weren’t.         One of the guys said he’ll do it. He’s only had two. But he does want to go in, so we’ll be headed back to land sooner than I thought.         Hooray!         Yep!         I’d love it if you had to hold even longer but I’m kind of hoping you get to pee soon so I get to come soon.              Mmmm. We’ll see, then! Then there was a pause of some minutes before Meagan finally sent:         Okay, we’re heading in now. The vibration from the boat is NOT HELPING.         I definitely can’t make it back to camp. Can’t let them see, though. Parker’s heart rate was sky-high by now.         Landed. Walking is hard.      There was a pause of a few minutes. Parker slowed his strokes, impatiently. Finally:         Okay. I told them I left something in the boat and went back down to the boathouse. Gonna pee right now.         Ahhhhhhhhhhh, feels so good. Parker immediately sped up and came a few moments later. With his other hand he replied:         Yay! Thank you, lover. Just came, FYI.         ;) Good. Next time you’ll be right here with me.         I know. But still, thank you. That was pretty spectacular. I loved when you just said you weren’t just thinking about it but were doing it. Instant hard-on.         And that’s what it’s all about. Fun for you and fun for me.         Going home to sleep off this beer. <3 <3 <3         Sleep well and dream of me         Always. ________________________________________________ Okay, hope you liked it, even interrupted.  Two quick things:  One, what do people think of having just one thread? I kind of like having the chapters neatly divided up, but I know it's sometimes hard to track down the stories that way.  Which leads me to Two: I've put together all the first batch of stories in one file, formatted as elegantly as possible on a basic word processor, and it is now AVAILABLE to all who ask! I've even thrown in two bonus stories (short ones) and an "author's note" that explains a lot of my process and where these stories are coming from. If you would like a copy, please PM me with an email address (just be aware I'm not on omo.org every day, so it may take me a bit to get back to you). I'm making this  "edition" of the first part of Parker's saga available on a "pay what you are willing to pay" basis. If someone wants it for free, they shall have it, but if you're willing to throw a dollar or two my way, I'd welcome it. (I can also be paid in pics and vids.) I've put a lot of work into Parker's saga to make it a high-quality story for you all. So consider this a hat to pass around. Many thanks in advance.  The next story will get Meagan and Parker back in the same place again, this time with a bit of a twist for variety -- I'll be interested to see what y'all think. This month will be crazy but I hope I can still get the story posted in the coming weeks. And then the fun really begins once they're back at school...!
Kelly Westerton is just getting off work, wearing a yellow sleeveless jumpsuit under a navy blazer with black leather flats and bag. They somehow manage to mix sharp professionalism and playful casual and make it work. An effect that is only heightened by their deep red almost purplish hair cut short at the sides and flipped over on the top. She waits expectantly at the curb in front of Amada Biotech. A lime green crossover that could give a lot of armored personal carriers a run for their money in the size department pulls up. A smart looking young professional woman wearing business casual steps out. She looks to be in her mid-thirties her sandy blond hair is also cut short at the sides but long and braided in the back. She wouldn’t look out of place if you spotted her while out doing your shopping, except for the fact that this woman is 10’6”, Kelly is 5’8”. Upon seeing her Kelly runs up excitedly loudly shouting “Mom!”. Laura Westerton breaks into smile as she picks them up sweeping her excited Little off the ground and into a hug. “Hey Kelly girl! You have a good day at work?” “Frustrating but productive.” “Really? Tell me all about it.” As Laura buckles her into a booster seat next to the driver and pulls out of the loop in front of the building Kelly launches into an animated discussion of her work day. The number twenty-three Polymerase Sequencer was acting up again. They spent almost two hours going over it before they, Jerry and his boyfriend Gary from IT were able to figure out that the new software patch had fragged the primary memory bus. Microsoft am I right? As the conversation winds down, Kelly finds themselves in a contemplative mood. Watching the streets of this version of Boston sliding by they can’t help but think of how different their life is now compared to what it was back on their earth…….             Kelly Andrews was twenty-seven, stuck teaching middle school biology and unsure why they bothered getting out of bed in the morning. Middle schoolers are assholes and not even being a teacher completely protects you from that. Kelly was non-binary and AMAB(assigned male at birth). Her average week day went like this. Corral the brats and keep them from getting hurt while maybe somehow managing to them something. Oh and as an added bonus try not to breakdown from the constant casual transphobia and misgendering. Go home and check to see if UNAS(United North American States) Medicare had decided that yes indeed their request for a second round of laser hair removal was gender confirmation related and not purely cosmetic. Binge streaming service package while crying into takeout and vodka tonic. Rinse and repeat. Then on the morning of November 16th, 2043 everything changed forever. It was a clear bright day, wind snapping crisply, when out of nowhere a massive swirling vortex energy appeared in front the United Nations building in New York. Humanity was now experiencing first contact. Only instead of bug eyed green men it was with a species of giants from another earth. The Amazons as they were known were about fifty to a hundred years ahead of Kelly’s earth. They were one of a dozen worlds to have pioneered both local and extradimensional gates that they knew of. They brought fascinating new tech. Practical fully realized quantum computing, fusion, advanced nanoengineering, room temperature superconductors and of course the Jump Gates. But perhaps most surprising was their social system. There were two subspecies of humans on their world. The Amazons and the Littles. The amazons were more physically robust and stable. The Littles were extremely intelligent and creative but prone to both physical and mental health issues. A mostly symbiotic relationship evolved where the Amazons took care of the Littles needs in exchange for the use of their talents. The Amazons also proved to be an excellent solution to several social problems. Like our earth Kelly’s had a population that was rapidly aging. With the amazons natural nurturing inclinations and advanced medical tech contracting out for elder care was a perfect solution. Another thing was that the amazons were long lived and had a low birth rate, this led to a lot of them, especially young professional and empty nesters feeling lonely and isolated. That was when the adoption agencies were created. Besides adopting out children they also arranged contracts with varying terms for adults. Generally, the amazon would get someone to love, care for and be loved by. The Mid would get love, affection and all their basic needs met. At first it was mostly “fringe types” as the media referred to them adventure tourists, adult babies/kids, etc. After a while though a lot of practically minded people signed up to save on living expenses. This also led to the creation of the second chance program. Nonviolent criminals, typically younger, would have the option of starting over in Amazon family instead of going to prison. They would have a complete neuroconectome scan done and their consciousness loaded into the printed body of a young amazon anywhere from elementary to high school age depending on the sentence length. Their original body would remain in stasis for the duration. It was hoped that giving them the chance to grow up in an environment with a good mix of structure and love would lead to reform. Kelly aged 25 watched the reports on the news with rapt fascination. Two years later they had a decision to make. She had just turned twenty-seven and her life was going nowhere. It all seemed crazy and yet could this be a way out? She started doing research online. She was relieved to see that the treating creating the agencies had numerous safeguards in place. The process was expensive, but she could just barely handle the adoption fees. But did she really want this? They would be potentially giving up a lot of autonomy depending on the contract terms. At the same time though what did they have to lose? Kelly being on the autism spectrum always had a hard time “adulting”. They had been estranged for their family for years now. While they would miss a few close friends it’s not like they would never see each other again. Kelly could set it up with the contract so that they would be able to follow their passion for science while not having to worry about their basic needs. And Kelly had to admit they were lonely and the possibility of having such a deep connection with another person was compelling. And the thought of getting a second chance at family was deeply appealing. There was also one final reason and it was the hardest for Kelly to come to terms with. Kelly was diaper lover. It was both a coping mechanism and a source of sexual pleasure that they were just starting to accept. The idea of a world where this was normal and accepted sounded amazing. After taking two months, Kelly had made a decision. Which is how they found themselves standing outside an adoption agency, having cleared out their life savings to have paid the fees. They were about to start a new life no turning back now……
They head over to the clinic, a white plaster art deco building with a sign proclaiming, “Bay Colony Family Medicine”.  It’s only about fifteen minutes before a nurse calls “Kelly Westerton?” While it’s a little embarrassing having Laura come back with her she’s honestly happy to have her given what’s she read in some of the stories on the boards. Even if this place is a lot nicer than those.  Kelly is asked to change out of their sky-blue capris and t-shirt and into hospital gown which seriously ratchets up the nerves before her height and weight is taken. The nurse has to take her blood pressure twice after leading them into the exam room. The big shock however is when the doctor walks in and she’s another Little, 4’2” and her dark hair in a bun she presents a striking image. “Hi I’m Dr. Naito Uzuki, and you must be Kelly and Laura?” After the initial round of handshaking Dr. Uzuki gets a history and then asks Kelly to step behind a curtain and give a urine sample. “Is that strictly necessary?” “Sorry we like to regularly check kidney function and for UTI’s at all well screenings, especially for Little’s. I forgot that you’re from the other dimension Kelly and wouldn’t have the same array of health issues. But you are diapered fairly regularly, yes?” “Uh yeah?”             “So, I’d like to check just to be safe.” After doing her business Kelly hands the sample to the Dr. Uzuki. Who proceeds to do a fairly standard physical although she also checks to see if Kelly’s new bits are okay. Kelly blushes as the petite doctor first manualy examines things then slowly inserts and dilates the speculum getting a pap smear while she’s in there. Dr. Uzuki turns to Kelly “Good now all we need is a stool sample.” “That shouldn’t be a problem Kelly typically has her afternoon bathroom visit around this time.” Kelly flushes scarlet “I went this morning, but I still somehow have a big one in me. I was actually just about to ask if I could use the facilities.” “That’s good actually and probably means this is just a formality but we like to check gut bacteria counts just the same as well as look at metabolic byproducts. A few weeks after coming here did you notice that your bowel movements more regular, almost clockwork?” Kelly nods. “And that they’ve been larger and firmer? In fact you have an IBS diagnosis but haven’t had any symptoms in over a month?” “Yeah actually now that I think about it…. It’s the food additives, right? Engineered bacteria?” “Correct, although there also tends to be a lot of fiber content added as well. What vitamins were to twentieth century food science, engineered bacteria are to the contemporary food industry. It started actually with trying to treat the G.I and Immune issues of native Littles then went mainstream.” “You’ve seen how big some of mine are Kelly.” “Yeah” Kelly splutters “That’s the food additives.” “So all this talk about poop is making very much aware of how much I need to go….” “Right sorry Kelly let me get something to collect it.” Which is how Kelly finds herself getting a lecture on the mechanics while she takes a shit. Her face is set on tomato, grunting and panting as she pushes out the almost foot long log into the bedpan Dr. Uzuki is holding. “Excellent Kelly this ones textbook if you and Laura could join me by the instrument suite whenever your ready.” Laura wipes her off and goes to wash her hands while Kelly tries to process being complemented on the quality of her fertilizer.             “I have to compliment you on making sure Kelly drinks enough, Laura. See how clear her urine sample is?” She says holding it up before she sticks it into a machine. “That’s a smaller version of one of the smaller multispectrum scanners we have at work.” “Correct and based on the read out no signs of infection and metabolic products look good.” “Now your stool….” Dr. Uzuki takes a small lab scoop and smears a piece onto a glass slide with water.. “Not to firm or soft and if we look at the microscope….” We can see the little workers are doing quite well.” “Oh yeah.” As a scientist Kelly is actually finding this quite fascinating, a smaller laser sweeps back and forth over slides. “All numbers good, excellent. Your almost ready to leave, do you want me to bring you to climax first?” “WAHHH???” “Oh, sorry forgot, off worlder. Things became much more relaxed here regarding sex by the early twenty second century.  It’s always been the case that sometimes patients will become aroused from genital and anal examination. It’s just now it’s become standard practice to take care of it in the office. It’s just consider convenient, promotes relaxation and trust, and allows us to check for sexual dysfunction.” Kelly looks at Laura. “Dr. Uzuki has been my primary care doc for the past five years and always takes care of that. It’s entirely up to you though some people don’t for a variety of reasons.”  Kelly shrugs and undoes her gown. “Hell why not? Does it feel weird yeah but honestly why shouldn’t I? I trust Laura and she thinks it’s okay. Plus, this is how things are here, when in Rome right? Go for it!”
“Excellent, Laura can you situate her in the stirrups? This will also allow to see how good a job they did hooking up the new nerves and muscles. Oh and you got the retractable phallus yes?” “Yes?” Kelly squeaks “Laura if you would be so kind as to take care of that.” Kelly can see that Dr. Uzuki is lubing up a positively massive cock and here she is legs spread completely vulnerable. “God I am so freaking wet right now…..” “This is an amazon sized 12” medical dildo, normally I’d use something smaller on an offworlder but I saw in your files that your vagina is modeled after a native Little’s and I want to test it’s ability to stretch and expand. But what’s truly special is the pressure sensor’s and accelerometer’s that will allow me to measure your muscle contractions, that and electrical sensor’s that will pick up your nerve activity.” “That’s got to be both the coolest and scariest dong I’ve ever seen. Aside from that one Robocop porn parody my roommate dared me to watch while we we’re drunk in college…….” Thankfully for Kelly everyone is laughing with her.             “Now if this does become uncomfortable we can switch to a smaller size or stop altogether, Okay?” Kelly makes a nervous thumbs up. “Now while it’s technically more hygienic to use gloves a lot of patients prefer the intimacy of bare skin; do you have a preference?” “No gloves” Dr. Uzuki palms Kelly’s sex manipulating her lips and teasing her slit. “Well you certainly produce enough natural lubricant, good color.” She holds up her finger to her nose. “Smell…. and taste.” She smiles and winks at Kelly as she licks her finger clean before sliding two more back in causing Kelly to let out a low moan. “Sorry!”             “It’s okay Kelly this room is soundproof, and everything said here is in confidence. Be as loud as you want and don’t hold back. That includes profanity or random thoughts. I don’t care if you accidentally call me an ex’s name, your parents, or Abe Lincoln. This is a safe space.” Kelly takes her advice and begins to pant and groan as her doctor run’s a small vibe up and down her slit and Laura plays with her nipples. “I’ve got to say Kelly you have a positively wonderful vulva, I can see where your surgeon deliberately left small imperfections to make it look like you we’re born with it.” “Damn that’s… Thank you….” “I figure this is also a good time to perform a rectal exam.” Kelly moans as two slick finger slide in effortlessly. “No evidence of hemorrhoids and…..” “Uhhhhh!” “I see they left your prostate intact. I take it they normally like stimulation in this area?” “Oh yeah, Kelly loves it when I diddle her little butthole, one of her personal favorites is when I palm her little peach and then stick my middle finger right up there.”  “Is that so? I’ll have to make a note to the nurse than that from now on Kell’s temperature is to be taken rectally.” Dr. Uzuki says as she slides the first few inches of the dildo home, in between squeaks and gasps. “It… It almost feels like a hug, the warm softness of her hand, the pressure. I know that she’s there. My Laura. That she’s in charge and she’s going to take care of me, that I’m safe and I can just let go and feel good. The mixture of love, security and arousal. It’s like nothing else.”             “You two are so freaking precious. It’s an honor to a be part of this.” This time Laura is also blushing. The dildo is slowly but surely buried to the hilt, Kelly shamelessly grinding on it and vocalizing her pleasure. “Good girl Kelly look at you taking that big thing for the nice doctor, you doing okay?” “Yeah I’m so fragging full and it’s a little sore but in the ‘hurts so good’ way. It’s already going away.” There is a detectable note of pride in Kelly’s voice.” Laura leans over to Naito.             “She turns to putty whenever I praise her during sexy time.” “Don’t we all?” The two share a smile before Laura whispers to Kelly can you get your girl cock out for me Kelly? Mommy wants to play with it. Kelly nods and small patch of flesh slides back from just above her clitoris as a 7.5” penis extends. Dr. Uzuki can’t keep the awe out of her voice. “That’s fantastic I new some of the new cybernetics we’re good but this is… spectacular! It doesn’t even look mechanical and is undetectable without scans. If I hadn’t read their chart I would have been caught completely off guard.” “Can I…. Can I touch it Kelly?” Kelly nods…. “Remarkable, living skin over silicate polymer membranes and bladders, with artificial vasculature …”  Laura takes over and before long Kelly is meeting the doctors thrusts screaming as Laura plays with her nips and lady dick.  She only last’s five minutes before her brain explodes like somebody set a bomb of her skull “Mommy I’m cumming!!!!” “That’s it Kelly, you are doing such a wonderful job. I want you to make a nice loud cum for me and Dr. Uzuki.” “UNGGHHHHHH!!!!” Kelly wails at death metal volumes, practically standing up in the stirrups as she impales herself on the twelve inch instrument. Her big clit spraying sticky white girl cum all over her body.             “Shall we give them a minute and then clean them up?” “Actually, doctor I could use your services myself….” Kelly looks over and smirks noticing the golf ball size wet patch on the front of Laura’s slacks. “Of course, always happy to help.” Laura steps over to the counter, drops her pants/undies in one go, and bends over. Kelly watches with a stupid grin as Laura climaxes in less than a minute. After that it’s all a blur as she’s scrubbed down in the sink, dressed and taken home
Aleynna was thrilled to be here. Ever since she'd first seen Star Wars at eight years old, she'd been a huge sci-fi geek. For a time, she'd been bullied but as Marvel, DC and Star Wars; now under Disney itself, began to dominate the cultural landscape, her interests had become mainstream to the point where she was one of the most liked; and desired, girls in her school. Now just weeks away from her seventeenth birthday, she had long brown curly hair, green eyes; with a round face, cute black glasses and her 52D breasts that strained her usual schoolgirl attire. She would frequently catch boys staring at her chest or angling themselves in class to glance in-between her bare legs. While most of the other girls reviled it; a few doing so while secretly appreciating it, Aleynna found the attention enjoyable and would frequently leave a button undone or her legs just wide enough apart and judge their reactions. Though she also knew how to handle herself and could verbally slay any boy who dared treat her less than desirably and had even once broken two fingers on a guy who once smacked her ass in Chemistry. She'd been saving money all year and now found herself in sun-swept Los Angeles for Comic-Con; cosplaying as Rey from Star Wars. She had spent hundreds on accurate clothing, a replica staff and lightsaber, yet almost felt inadequate in comparison to what she was seeing around her. Advanced make up, fantasy costumes she couldn't have crafted if she had worked a hundred years; yet no one judged her, a feeling she revelled in, as fellow cosplays, Star Wars fans and others took photos with her, attended the events and chatted with her. She was in paradise. Unfortunately, as it turned out... paradise had a lack of bathrooms. She attempted to use the toilets half a dozen times over the course of four hours, each time finding immense cues and deciding she'd come back when less busy. At first it was easily shrugged off but by her last attempt, she had become increasing desperate for the toilet. She had tried waiting in line for over fifteen minutes, only to find the cue barely moved and she walked away in frustration. By now, she was regularly rubbing her legs together, clicking her foot, pacing and would have started to openly hold herself; had the thought not mortified her. She began walking around in search of more bathrooms but none were available and by now, she had even started to subtly use her staff to grind against; finding temporary relief. Her need was getting bad. She needed to go. Stumbling out of the centre; making her way through the crowds as casually as she could, she hoped to find a nearby restaurant, shop, ANYTHING where she could use their toilets. However, dozens of other like-minded women had thought the same and she found every nearby establishment filled with desperate women like herself. Her situation began to get critical when; upon entering a small takeaway, she found a line of eight girls aged 16-23 all waiting. She frustratedly was about to turn away, when she heard a gasp. A nineteen year old redhead cosplaying Black Widow was holding herself shamelessly in her latex, yet it was not helping as Aleynna heard the sound of urine running inside her clothes, bursting through her fingers and watched it soak her legs, outfit, socks, shoes and space around her. Watching the girl lose control and moan/sob with relief sent her own need into overdrive and she stumbled out the takeaway, now utterly desperate. She could feel her bladder bulging, her legs shaking; sweat pouring down her forehead, a small wet patch in her white panties where she'd leaked moments ago. She knew she was only moments from losing control, in minutes; if not seconds with how desperate she felt, she would have a major accident. In blind desperation, she hoped she could find a smaller, unoccupied shop down a small side street and made it half way down before realising the horrible truth: It was nothing more than a dead end alleyway. Aleynna cried out in frustration and leaned back against the wall, holding herself tightly with both hands; hoping to regain some control. It was no use. Neither her control nor the force itself could save her and she began to shake violently. "Oh god, oh god, no, no, no, please no!". Her muttered prayer went unanswered and moments later, she felt her body's control shatter. For a second or two, she could feel her control gone but nothing happened. Then, a hot, wet stream of urine burst through her panties; soaking them, beginning to drench her desert robes in wetness. She shook and moan as she continued to violently wet herself, an expanding patch running across her clothes, over her bum, down her legs; until it reached bare skin, upon where the urine drenched her socks and shoes. Soon, a puddle was forming all around her and her trembling breasts, legs and shoulders signalled her body's relief; and defeat, to the urge that had got the best of her. She stood there in soaking wet robes like a little girl who had lost control, a very wet; though still very beautiful, Jedi Knight, utterly soaked. As she began to contemplate what she was going to do, she heard a voice call out and she felt her stomach drop. Reluctantly, she turned to see a Star Trek fan; dressed in an iconic red uniform of the saga, looking towards her. He looked around her age, dark eyes and hair: Large, not muscular but not obscenely fat, with a kind smile. Despite herself, she found him cute. "Are you alright?", he asked innocently. "Well... I don't need the loo anymore" joked Aleynna, attempting to shake off her humiliation with humour. "I guess not. I'm Jack... is... is there anything I can do for you?". "Aleynna. Thanks Jack but I don't think so, not unless you're carrying round a spare pair of women's clothes". Jack was silent for a moment, then his face lit up with an idea. "Wait here!" he said, running off. Aleynna was confused and nervous. She half expected him to bring back a group of friends to laugh at her. To her huge surprise, he returned five minutes later with two shopping bags. "Here!" he said, tossing them over. "I didn't know exactly what you'd want, I hope this is okay". Aleynna looked inside to find a pair of jeans, fresh white panties, green jumper, blue shirt, white bra, a long towel, some soap and a bottle of water. "Wh-why did you get me these?!" she asked. "Well, I figured you might want to change out of your wet clothes before anyone sees. I'll hold the towel up, I won't look, I promise". Aleynna was overcome by the generosity and could only nervously strip off her wet clothes, using the water and soap to quickly clean herself; before pulling on the fresh clothes. She could have sworn she caught him staring at her once but said nothing as she pulled on her new jeans. They were a generous and comfortable fit. "Jack... I don't know what to say... thank you" she said, kissing him quickly on the cheek. He blushed deeply. "It... it was no problem Aleynna". Neither of them said anything for a few moments and Jack began to walk away. "Jack!". He turned round. "Do you want to... hang out or something. You did all this for me, maybe I could at least get us dinner". "That would be great!" said Jack, his obvious enthusiasm almost making him laugh. "That would be really great" he said, slightly more restrained; a huge, boyish grin plastering his face. Aleynna smiled herself. "Let's go". The next few hours; after Aleynna dropped off her wet clothes and briefly showered, were spent exploring LA, ducking in and out of Comic-Con, as well as eating greasy burgers at a great local diner. They were both having an awesome time. Aleynna herself realised three things over those hours. Firstly, Jack liked her. He listened intently to every word she said, was constantly smiling at her and constantly wanted to hold her hand: Crossing streets, entering buildings; to the point where she'd left her right hand interlocked in his for the last hour. Secondly, she liked him back. While she'd seen plenty of guys that were easier on the eyes, he was far from ugly and few had made her laugh like he could, nor did she feel as appreciated around any of them as she did with him. The third thing she realised gave her a daring idea. It started with her offering to buy cinema tickets for both of them to see some low-grade action film that was nearing its dismal box office run. As she expected, there was no one else in the screening; so they took the best seats, spreading their drinks and food out on surrounding seats. As Jack sat down, Aleynna chose her moment. "Captain on deck", she said flirtatiously gesturing down to the bulge in his Star Trek uniform. He'd been horny for hours, from the moment she'd heard him call out to her in the alleyway and she think she knew why. "Oh god, i'm sorry!" he said, crossing his legs; looking mortified. She grabbed his right leg and slowly uncurled it as time slowed down for Jack as she softly spoke her next words. "I don't mind. What I want to know is... why were you like this when you first saw me?". Jack's heart thumped in his chest, ringing in his ears. "I... I liked it". "Liked what?" asked Aleynna innocently. She already knew the answer but she wanted to hear him say it. "I... I-I liked watching you, seeing you... have an accident. Wet yourself". Aleynna smiled. She'd been right. Having suspected this hours ago, she'd spent the last few hours considering what to do; then building up the bravery to when she realised what she wanted. "I'm sorry, I know it's weird and I swear, I didn't realise it was this obvi-". His words were cut off as Aleynna kissed him deeply and the sexual tension between them shattered in a hot, wet kiss of passion, emotion and raw lust. A few moments later, they broke apart; gasping for breath. Aleynna recovered first and leaned into him, whispering her next words into his ear. "I like that you liked it. I didn't realise how relieving it would feel... but I liked it too". She warmly breathed and kissed his neck, her hand sliding over his uniform's bulge and he truly would never understand how he didn't lose it in his pants right in that moment. Regardless, he began passionately kissing her neck as she slid over to and on top of him, now grinding over his hardened, almost painfully hard cock. "I want you to know how thankful I am for you helping me" she said in a voice that would have brought him to his knees had he not been sitting as her hand briefly ran over the tight bulge, straining to be free. Moans freely escaped his lips as she pulled down his black trousers and kissed up his legs and over his underpants, her tongue running over his length; fully erect. After a few brutal, teasing seconds; she finally gave him the relief he'd been craving, pulling down his underpants and stroking his hard cock, giving him a look that had pre-cum dribbling over her hand almost instantly. A few seconds later, she grinned; pulled off her jumper and bra, before sliding his cock deep inbetween her erect nipples, running her tongue over it as she did. To this, Jack had no reserves nor will left and moaned loudly, before stuttering out: "Aleynna... I can't hold on". Aleynna slid his whole cock down inside her mouth, her wet lips soaking it to the base; bringing him to the absolute edge of orgasm, before saying: "Cum on me baby". Jack lost it at this moment and Aleynna gracefully rubbed his hard cock deep in-between her breasts as he came harder than he'd ever done in his life, soaking her tits in hot, wet thick strands of semon; covering her hand, tits, running as far down as her bare stomach, a little even sinfully splashing over her glasses, which Jack briefly caught sight off halfway through his orgasm and finished even harder because of it. Breathing heavily and intensely, Aleynna dabbled her fingers in some of Jack's juices and licked it; smiling at the slightly salty taste. She then sat next to Jack and rested her head on his shoulder, a topless, cum-soaked young woman and an utterly spent and satisfied young man smiling in delight, totally ignoring the background ambience of some generic action scene. Minutes passed as neither said a word, then Aleynna rubbed her legs together; fidgeting uncomfortably. Before Jack could ask, she whispered into his ear: "I need to go home. I need you to take me home now". "I don't know if I can even stand right now Aleynna" he laughed honestly. "Well, I hope you can... it would be something else if I ruined two sets of clothes in one day". "What do you mean?". Aleynna's voice trembled and somehow; despite everything, her next words made Jack's flaccid cock spring alive with purpose, his eyes filling with lust. "I need to use the toilet... RIGHT NOW. I'm about to have another accident like a little girl. Please... take me home Jack... i'm about to wet myself". TO BE CONTINUED...
Susan sighed loudly, why was she here again? Oh right, the whole food and water thing. Damn human limitations ... She shouldn't complain really, her life was not a hard one. Growing up with some privilege allowed her to coast on by high school and get herself a degree in business administration. She wasn't gifted a Mercedes on her sixteenth birthday or anything, but she never had to worry about the cost of her study materials or choosing between eating that month and going to the dentist. Plus she was fairly clever, though she supposed many thought this about themselves, and liked to think herself as pretty if she wanted to be. The latter fact didn't matter though as she would never listen to her mothers, occasionally good, advice  'If only you'd put on some makeup Susan! You'd become a cherry in a heartbeat!''. Because hey, life that you get from a little bit of effort is good enough. Anything more just isn't worth it, and the fact that that bitch ''always a smile'' Mary got promoted last week did not matter one iota. Being able to afford a car th- ''Lady, i have been waiting for two minutes! Who do you think you are? The queen of England? I have things to do and places to be!'' ''My apologies sir. I like think before i act or speak to present myself as a professional and all around put together individual. Undoubtedly however Buckingham palace is waiting for you as we converse merrily and thus i will begin immediately''.  The man shot her an annoyed look. Preparing herself mentally for the fourth client that day before lunch, she hated Tuesdays, Susan rose up from her chair and knelt. Closing her mouth around the mans organ she looked up into his eyes and nodded her approval. The mans face smoothed over and he gave her a small smirk.  ''Aahh..'' A soft hissing sound in Susan's booth could be heard that joined the background buzz of the office. Susan felt her mouth filling up with the mans liquid and after a moment she swallowed. Tasting a sour flavor Susan mused with some amusement if the taste was the result of the mans personality. ''Ooh, that was getting close.'' Sensing that the man became relaxed due to his knowledge he wouldn't need to find a inappropriate solution for his aching bladder Susan started to count. 1 2 3 4. 1 2 3 4. 1 3   4. 1     4.      4.       4.    ...  Another four client huh, for someone who has 'places to be' he sure doesn't seem to be in a hurry. Well i got the rhythm down, now what was i thinking about? ... ''There was some bad traffic on the 104 you know, they really should expand that road.'' Sour piss and boring conversation? Well wasn't this man just the perfect presentation of the opposite of everything she enjoyed about life. She really didn't get why people wanted to talk with someone who were working and really couldn't add more to the conversation then a few grunts and grumbles. Still she chose to be part of mediocrity and had to follow the unwritten rules. Feigning interest it was. ''Hm?'' ''Oh you haven't heard? The mayor wanted to expand the 104 because traffic during peak times has been been growing rapidly over the years. It's because of all the people that came to the outskirts of the city i tell ya. The housing prices inside the city are obscene and can only be afforded by the rich anymore, it's chasing good people away from the center. Those darn politicians should have done something about the housing market years ago, it's too late now. Apparently this man was a bit of a rambler whilst urinating. He earned himself yet another point in opposite land.  ''Anyhow, good ol' mayor Thomas wanted to expand the 104 to ease the burden on the people, kinda like you are doing right now with me! Ho ho ho.'' ''Mmmh'' Bad jokes too? If this man were a wet dream not even her nightly incidents could overpower the Nevada desert equivalent of drought that her body would expel. It was good though that sourpuss was relaxing and making jokes. Clients often became calmer when the pressure of their bladder had reduced significantly. Hopefully this meant the halfway point was reached and she soon could go to lunch. ''Heh yeah i should've been a comedian i know. My wife told me just yesterday it's why she married me. Anyhow.. the mayor wanted to expand the road, had public support and got a couple of contractors ready but ...'' Susan was at the end of her attention span and felt her mind drift away. Her eyes glazed over and the man noticed it was time to act. ''Hrrrmg'' Suddenly Susan felt her mouth fill up quicker then before. Paying only a sliver of attention left her unable to adapt and she panicked. ''Gugh'' Of course a scandal like a spillage of urine on herself or, heavens forbid, a client did not occur. Susan had two years of field experience under her belt and had passed the company gag reflex repression training. No the seal her mouth formed was not broken and she continued to drink every drop, still she had now made a mistake that was inadmissible for even rookies in training. By audibly struggling to swallow she let the client know he couldn't release the contents of his bladder the way he wanted to. For a company whose multi million brand was ''Just relax, you're home'' this was an embarrassing mistake indeed.   ''Well now..''  Susan's cheeks inflamed from her mistake. She cursed at herself, how could she have made such a stupid mistake? Did he notice? With her reddened cheeks she looked up. The man she mentally gave the nickname sourpuss raised this right eyebrow and shot her a self satisfied smirk.  ''Did i just hear what i think i did? Judging by the colors of your cheeks i did! Ho ho ho'' Seemingly denying the boundaries of the color spectrum itself Susan's cheeks inflamed even more. She forced her mind to focus on a solution and it gave her one. Her mistake had to be covered up, if it leaked out her contract would be terminated immediately.  ''...'' The final drops came out of the mans organ and upon swallowing them she released her client. She stood and saw that the man still had a satisfied look on his face. ''I guess you weren't such a professional and altogether put together person after all huh? In fact you are more of an untrained and sloppy intern aren't you? '' ''Sir i must apo-'' ''Admit it.'' Unable to look the client she embarrassed herself in the eyes anymore Susan dropped her gaze. ''I, Susan employee of this proud company have performed as one might aspect of a untrained and sloppy intern. And offer you my heartfelt apologies a'' The man gave a sigh of pleasure. ''Obviously i won't be paying for this session..'' Susan nodded her head demurely  ''... and i demand compensation for your grievous error.'' ''Sir please don't have me fired or penalized by calling for the manager. I deeply regret my failure and promise to never do it again'' The man sighed, seemingly taking her smashed pride and heartfelt apology in consideration. ''Very well i won't be unreasonable. we all need to make ends meet. I'll forgive you and forget this incident occurred on one condition.''  ''Which is?'' ''The minor card of quality. I know that a fully trained and qualified employee such as yourself can give it without input from her superiors'' Internally Susan sighed with relief, giving him her personal card was an easy way out of this predicament. It would hurt her income slightly of course, the man was likely to stop by frequently when his sessions were free but her secret would be safe. If the man ever revealed the true reason he got the card and she was fired it would be revoked. Thus she happily resigned to drink his urine every workday for the rest of her career. ''I can sir, i will arrange the necessary paperwork and mail it over to your personal address by next week. Once again i apologize and promise to service you better in the future'' ''See that you do.'' Whistling the man left her booth, seemingly in a much better mood then he was when he entered. Susan dropped herself on her chair, feeling her belly slosh with urine, and cried a few tears of relief. That was it! Hope it was enjoyable. I did this as a ''bite the bullet'' kind of deal and hope someone on the internet is kind enough to burn this story to the ground with constructive criticism!
I sent this to rick dixon a while back since this was a requested story. I am posting it here to have some content under my belt 3rd period  Kelsey, an 18 year old senior just asked her teacher if she can use the bathroom. She said "no" because the period is almost over and it was almost lunchtime. Kelsey didn't have to go that bad so it wasn't a big deal.  Kelsey is a thin white girl with tight blue jeans and a small purple tshirt. She works out regularly so she is in pretty good shape.  4th period  Kelsey was at lunch with her friend margaret, who isn't exactly fat but she is a little on the chubby side. They like to gossip sometimes or just talk about life. Kelsey forgot her need to pee (which was since this morning in 2nd period but her teacher told her no) Kelsey is the type that sometimes needs to pee but the need goes away and comes back randomly. She drank some juice and ate her chicken salad.  5th period 5th period is biology. Kelsey really had to pee this time. She was crossing her legs at her desk. There glanced around the class and she saw two students drinking water. This made her need worse. The teacher was talking about the digestive system. He mentioned the word "bladder" which made kelsey cross her legs even tighter. Kelsey raised her hand. "Can I go to the bathroom please" The teacher responded, "no you have to go after class. You should have gone at lunchtime. Don't interrupt my class again" He then proceeded to talk about the literal process of peeing and how each organ does their thing. The worse part was that students were asking questions about pee like "why is it bad to hold your pee for too long" and "is it true that your bladder can explode?" The words "pee" and "bladder" were making Kelsey shake her legs. Kelsey's ex boyfriend was in her class. He still felt bitter about the breakup. He knew it would be petty to shake his water bottle while kelsey was desperate to hold onto her pee. He did it anyway. This made kelsey gasp. She held her crotch and made a face. She hates this dude even more now. Finally the teacher goes onto a different topic. The rest of the period went by pretty quickly. Kelsey was sweating and fudgeting nonstop. She whispered to herself "oh no oh no I’m gonna have an accident!” When finally, the bell rings and kelsey runs off.  In between 5th and 6th period Kelsey ran to the nearest bathroom. It was out of order. She held her crotch tightly and she was shaking. She kept running down the hall until she reached the next bathroom. She tried to push the door open but it was blocked by some girls. A bratty voice can be heard from the other side "Sorry we are doing stuff over her and I don't want you to snitch on us"  "please I'm bursting" Kelsey is crossing her legs while tearing up a little another bitchy voice can be heard as well "ugh there is another bathroom down the hall" Kelsey attempts to push the door again, but she was overpowered by the girls in the other side. She has no choice but to run off into the next bathroom. Kelsey has no idea if she can male it that far but she decides to make a run for it. Kelsey continues running past people until she saw a potted plant that was next to an office. The office door was closed. The plant was not as visible to passerbys at the office. If she moves it to a corner no one would see her pee on it. Her need was dire that she decided to just say "fuck it" and do it. She moved the plant out of sight, unbottoned her jeans and pulled down her panties. She hovered her butt over the plant and was finally ready to release the pimped up pee that was in her for so long.  Suddenly the office door opens and kelsey struggles to put her pants back on. It was the school principle. "Were you about to pee on that plant?" Kelsey laughs awkardly "umm no?" Kelsey was sweating and her foot was tapping. She was trying so hard not to do a pee pee dance in front of the principle. "So hows the classes, good" Kelsey fakes a smile and nods her head  "mhmm" "So what did you learn last period" Kelsey starting bobbing up and down a little bit. "we had biology and we learned... about mmmm the bladder" as soon as she said bladder she crossed her legs. "are you sure you weren't going to pee?" A little spurt comes out of her panties. "I'm sure" "I gotta go now, I... Don't wanna be late"  "ok run along now"  The principle went the other way and kelsey decided to make a run for it.  She finally made it to the bathroom at the end of the hall. The stalls were empty. She can finally pee! Well... not quite yet... Kelsey gets a tap on the shoulder. "I don't know if you haven't noticed, but there is a line" "just my luck" Kelsey thought to herself.  Kelsey was absolutley bursting in line. There was sinks being used and the listening to the water flow and toilets flushing made it unbearable. Each use of the toilet and sink felt like a stab in her bladder. Kelsey was bobbing up and down.  The line was near to the end. She noticed her friend margaret go in the stall. After two minutes of sheer torture both margaret and the person in the stall next to her come out. It was finally time to pee. "oh my god Kelsey! hi!" She pulled kesley aside and more desperate girls went in.  "listen I think I should ask brad out, because he won't ask me and I'm tired of waiting. I know je likes me already so I wanna do it. What do you think?"  Kelsey uses all her willpower to respond. "I think you should" Kelsey was tightly crossing her legs and bobbing up and down.  The bell rang. 6th period "come on were gonna be late" "but" "come on Mr Reynolds is super nice he'll let anyone go to the bathroom, you'll right back here in a minute." Margaret was technically right. Kelsey could just walk into 6th period say she needs to pee and Mr Reynolds can just write her name and she could run off. Plus the bathroom where the popular girls were blocking is probably free by now.  Kelsey ran to her 6th period class, but Mr Reynolds wasn't there. Instead, an angry old looking substitute teacher was there.  "okay class your teacher sent you some assignments for you to complete before class. Understand?"  Kelsey went up to the sub "Hey mr? I really need to use the bathroom"  "No one leaves this class when you come in, learn some discipline child" "but" "There are no buts in real academia, you should have gone before, now sit down" Kelsey sat down. She couldn't stop fidgeting. She was sweating and she bit her lip. Her leg was shaking. She couldn't believe this. She was going to either pee in front of everyone or get marked absent for leaving the class. She was already struggling with her grades as it is.  Kelsey's evil ex was in the class. He raised his hand.  "Hey mr could I put some ambient music to help everyone focus?" "go ahead" Kelsey thought to herself "oh so he lets students put music but not pee?!"  The following ambient tunes were rain forest sounds. Kelsey couldn't take it anymore. She bent down while holding her crotch while she gasped. This is it. She couldn't hold it any longer. She began to leak non stop. The floor was forming a puddle and her seat was wet. The pee kept flowing and some students moved away from her. Everyone was in shook. Several seconds later her ex and some classmates began to laugh. Kelsey turned bright red. She was crying. Kelsey ran off to the closest bathroom humiliated.  "I'll go get a janitor, you better continue your work" A girl raised her hand. "Hey mr. Can I go help kelsey out and take her to the gym showers for she can get herself clean" "Go ahead help the girl out, she already has been through enough. Tell her I won't mark her absent and I will give her a copy of the assignment at the end of class" The girl and the substitute teacher parted ways. This girl is very short with black hair and she is wearing sweatpants and a black shirt. She walked to the bathroom only to find Kelsey crying. "what do you want?" Kelsey snapped a little while sobbing.  "I'm taking you to the gym showers to clean you right off" "I should have thought of that!" Kelsey began to laugh at how stupid this entire thing was. She could have gone to the bathroom at lunch or just risk being a few minutes late. Kelsey was walking downstairs to the gym with the girl.  "so teach says he won't mark you absent and for you to like get your assignment before class ends" Kelsey's eyes lit up. "Thanks Melissa, i'm gonna go wash off now, i'm so embarassed though like how am I gonna talk to anyone?" Melissa responded, "it's highschool, people forget shit the next week" Kelsey washed up and slowly walked back to class. She put on some extra unused sweatpants before heading back there.  6th period, close to the end Kelsey walked up to the teacher. Everything stared at her while she walked. Some students cracked a few chuckles. The assignment was handed to her in one of the most awkward exchanges between a student and a teacher.  The bell rang.
Well, here we go again. I hope this posts the way I intend. This is supposed to be a continuation of the previous high school track desperation, perhaps more appropriately named.       A week has passed since the events took place at the track and Sara/Lara's house. I'd been keeping in contact with the both of them on a somewhat daily basis. Sara and I agreed that we would continue our routines as though nothing happened, with me making myself desperate and sneaking off under the bleachers to drain my bladder and Sara peeping and peeing as well. Usually by the time I was shaking the last few drops out she would be making her way over to contribute to the puddle, sometimes more desperately than others however. Today I had barely put my dick away when she appeared at my side and proceeded to pull her shorts down while lowering into a squat just above the earth. Soon after a hiss and splashing sound followed as she relaxed in her position.      "Whew... boy am I glad you stopped when you did, it's hard to watch someone go when you have to go. They had a sale on my favorite Juice today and I may have over done it at work." She said in a playful manner.      "You know you could just pee while I am, or even at your bush over there." I said gesturing toward where she usually spied on me. "I've heard of this thing called a toilet as well." I said laughingly.      "Toilets are boring, I like it this way, besides, I know how this affects you..." She said slyly looking at my shorts, or more accurately the tent that had been pitched there. All the while I'd been staring at her while she answered natures call and it had taken its toll. "You can't go if you get hard right? I wouldn't want to interrupt your relief."      "Well, it's not as easy, but it's not impossible for me. I don't know if I'm that unique but I can still whiz with an... er... with..." I stumbled over my words, even after everything we'd done I wasn't sure how appropriate it was to say boner in front of a lady.      "Oh? My last boyfriend used to get mad when I'd wake him up with a handjob in the morning since he couldn't get his pee out. He wasn't good at holding it in though, and he wouldn't even let me watch him when he went. You'll have to show me that trick sometime" She said in a tone which was laden with sarcasm, although I wasn't sure just how much of what she said was true or false.      "Ah ha. Very funny." I said dryly.       "Aaaaannnnndd," she said as if waiting for something, her stream was barely a trickle now, she waved her hand in sort of a circle as if to say 'get on with it' as she kept trickling, it stopped, she pushed out one more squirt, nothing followed, "Empty at last. So it's finally the weekend again, got any plans?" she asked while standing and re-dressing herself.      I would have been lying if I said I wasn't excited. I was hoping that I could join these sisters for another weekend. My last endeavor with Lara was interrupted by Sara coming home early. She worked at a theater and the schedule was sometimes unpredictable. In the end I was glad nothing too serious happened. I knew I couldn't have them both, and it wouldn't be fair to them to try.      "I'm free, what did you have in mind?" I responded as calmly as I could.      "Well, there's a showing of a movie tomorrow evening around this time that I think you'd enjoy, Lara already knows about it and was looking forward to it too. But for tonight we could just, you know, hang out?" she said with a grin most mischievous. Before I realized it she had stepped closer and yanked the front of my shorts and underwear down letting my still mostly erect penis flop out for the world to see. "Looks like someone approves." she said giggling.      "Uh, I was fine in the car before, but uh, this is kinda TOO public." I stammered, my brain was going full blank, I didn't want to object and have her stop, but I also was afraid we'd been here too long. The sun which had started to set before was now all but gone. "Let's get somewhere more private."       "Alright, as long as you're sure you can walk like that." She smiled before letting go of my pants.       "I'll manage." I spouted righting myself and pulling everything back where it belongs. We started the walk back to my car, from there it was a short drive back to Sara's house. My pants were considerably more comfortable by the time we arrived. As we approached I saw Lara's car in the driveway, what was curious was Lara was outside the car pacing around, after she spotted us she waved and waited for us to pull up before I could even turn the car off she was around the other side looking tense as Sara opened her door to her.      "Lara didn't you get off work an hour ago?" Sara asked her as she got out of the car looking puzzled.      "Well, yes, but I locked my keys in the car. I was in a big rush when I got home and EEP!" she squealed as she stuck her hand between her already tightly closed legs. "Hurry up and give me your keys, I'm about to lose it here!" She pleaded as she danced on the spot.      "Oh, sure, let me see here." Sara said as she dug through her purse.       "Oh... I can't hold it much longer..." She squirmed, finally she looked up and saw me as I was transfixed on her dance. "I swear you always see me at my worst." she chuckled before tensing up again.      "Found It!" Sara said presenting the dangling keys. Quickly Lara snatched the keys out of her hand, dashed up the stairs, as she fiddled with the lock Sara and I walked up behind her. Lara, having finally undone the cursed lock threw the door open and dashed down the hall to the waiting bathroom. I looked over Sara's shoulder in time to see the door slam and a few seconds later heard the sound of a mighty waterfall raging behind the door accompanied with a sigh of tremendous relief. Once Sara had turned the lights on to the hall it was made clear just how close Lara was, as tiny drops sprinkled a path to the toilet. Same as before, whatever design this house had made the tinkling in the bathroom audible almost everywhere if there were no sounds to drown it out, and even after 30 seconds of non-stop pissing, tinkling was much to gentle a term to describe it. Even at her most desperate I'm not sure Sara could match Lara's output.      "So, seems like you react to anyone peeing huh?" Sara stated looking back at my pants again.      "Er, I mean, it's uh..." I fumbled for something to say, I wasn't sure but I thought i detected jealousy in her tone.      "Well, I'm no stranger to competition." she said as she leaned in closer to me, she grabbed my cock through my shorts and gave a gentle squeeze. "Be sure to drink up tonight, I want to see you perform tomorrow morning."      "Perform?" I said half knowing what she meant.      "You know it, in fact, I'll challenge you to a bit of a contest all my own." she smirked as she waltz over to her tv. "Ever played Omoyo?" she challenged spinning around holding a controller.      "You mean that knockoff game about matching colors and making combos so the girl you play as gets to the toilet before her opponent?" I said in a manner that could be mistaken as lame exposition of something I just made up.       "Every round you lose is another bottle of water you have to drink. Winner gets first dibs on relief, and the loser is not allowed to go until the winner has completely finished. What do you say?" She asked.      "Alright, sounds good to me. Let me at it." I said confidently. Around the same time I noticed the chorus of Lara's pee had stopped, but I didn't think I ever heard a flush. Putting it out of my mind I readied myself for the game. And that's all the longer I can hold it for this session, I should be back much sooner with an update this time. In the meantime... I'm not sure how to say this but, I kinda wanted to back up my claim that I can hold a lot and still pee with an erection... what i'm trying to say is, I uploaded a video of myself. yes, the real me. It's called a long pee by N, it's in the downloads section. if you want you can check it out and tell me what you think. Alright, shameless plug over. I'm out.
Alright, just chugged 2 bottles of water and working on a third... Time for another installment.       A Jingle played as the home screen of "Omoyo!" flashed on the television screen, visions of girls in various states of desperation spun merrily on the screen as Sara selected the 2 player option.      "I'm not going to go easy on you." she said turning to wink at me.      "Right back at you." I said turning to meet her gaze.       And with that we began, I quickly started trying to line up combinations of like colors, I was thinking I had a pretty decent set up when all of a sudden tons of drops rained down onto my plans, my girl avatar winced as she crossed her legs and bounced up and down. Seemed we were in a mall or some large building for the setting of the desperate battle, both girls were looking frantically for the one working bathroom. I looked over and Sara had just cleared her whole screen and was effortlessly guiding pairs into more formations, it wasn't long till that round ended with her soundly defeating me. Her character sighed as she just reached the toilet in time she closed the door and a light tinkle could be heard, meanwhile my girl stood and cried as pee streamed down her legs just outside. The score then counted down and as it finished the girl flushed and stepped out to witness the others embarrassment.       "That's how it's done!" she said triumphantly doing a small celebration dance and handing me a bottle. "Drink up!" she added.      "If you think one bottle is going to make me pee myself you don't know me that well." I said as I downed the whole thing in one go. "Say, how do we determine a winner?" I asked wiping my mouth.      "I was thinking first to drink 4 bottles, that's 48 oz, should be more than enough to make you ready to whiz before bed." She said rather confidently.      "Don't count me out just yet, I'm just getting warmed up." I said controller in hand.       The next round started and it seemed this time the girls were in different cars caught in a traffic jam, both girls had their hands jammed into the crotches as they squirmed in their seats. This time I started to recognize the combos more easily and managed to keep up and fire a few shots of my own before it came down to the wire, again Sara had defeated me, but only barely, I watched as her car just managed to pull into a quiet place along the road where her character hopped out and ran behind it to squat unseen. only a small stream was visible from the other side of the car, meanwhile my character again totally wet herself in her seat.      "Halfway there now!" she said giving me the second bottle. I finished it too when Lara stuck her head in the doorway.       "Uh, hey, Nakasette." she started somewhat uneasily. "Sorry to interrupt you two, but, you wouldn't happen to know anything about plumbing would you? I can't get the toilet to flush for some reason." she said sheepishly.      "Well, I don't know that much, I can look at it though." I turned to Sara. "Contest is on hold for the moment." I stood up to follow Lara and felt a slight twinge inside. Guess my bladder was filling after all, nothing bad yet. I stepped into the bathroom and instantly the smell of piss was apparent, I looked and sure enough the bowl had been noticeably filled with a yellow tint compared to the pure white of the porcelain. I stared as I wondered how many of her small vases that would fill.        "Sorry about the smell, REALLY had to go... Had a lot of coffee at work..." she sort of half mumbled as I went to remove the tank cover. Looking inside it was empty, no water coming in at all, I tried moving all the pieces inside to see if anything would happen to no avail.       "Yeah, I have no idea what's wrong, probably have to get a real plumber to look at it." I said replacing the cover.      "Come on Nakasette are you done yet? You better not be sneaking any leaks in there!" Sara said coming down the hallway.      "What are you guys doing anyway?" Lara asked looking at us both.      I searched for words before settling on "Sort of a holding contest." I fully explaining the rules we had made up as well.       "Are you guys sure you want to play that game knowing we don't have a working toilet?" Lara said in a concerned tone.      Sara bounced over into the conversation, "That's just an unexpected challenge. Can't change the rules now!"      "Well, you're both old enough to know what you're doing." She sighed "I'm not planning on cleaning anything, so no overflowing the commode."      "I won't!" Sara giggled, grabbing my arm. "Come on let's get back to it."      The next round I finally won, and the second after that, Sara took the next one, and I came back to win again tying the score 3 to 3. Whoever won this one got the chance at the toilet. Somewhere between the 3rd and 4th matches Lara had come in to watch the show. She brought in a case of some alcohol I hadn't heard of before.       "Hope you guys don't mind, work was murderous today and I just want to relax." She said as she cracked open one of the cans. She had dressed down considerably to a familiar white tank top shorts and no socks.       The final scenario put both girls on the beach in bikinis both looking for a place to let it out. I found a few combos, but Sara just kept firing away, whittling me down until the final line, once again she had beaten me, I watched her girl skip off behind some rocks, a sigh of relief and splashing was heard just out of frame. My character was getting close to the end of the line for the porta potty when she broke down peeing herself in front of everyone. Needless to say Sara was elated, if not a little desperate herself. She kept one hand between her legs as she gave me my last bottle of water.       "You should have known better than to challenge me!" Sara exclaimed as I drank down the last bottle. I was really feeling the pressure now.      "Alright, you're the winner, now hurry up and go so I can too." I said with a pained look.      "Hmm. No. I don't feel like it yet." She informed me while standing up with both her hands on her hips. Though her legs were still squeezed shut.       Lara also stood up and held her beer up. "WOO YEAH Sara!" she yelled nearly falling off balance, I looked over and was surprised to see she'd gone through six cans of whatever brand it was she brought. Looking at her now she was hardly the same business woman from a few hours ago, her shirt was askew and her tits were bouncing as she danced in a stupor, and her shorts were slightly down revealing a tiny pair of underwear inside.      "Come on, get it together Sis." Sara said walking over to her. "She always was a lightweight."       "I jus' think I'm goin' to go to sleep here... you kids don' wait up fer me ok?" Announced Lara falling back into her seat.       "Sounds good to me, well, shall we go to bed?" Sara said grinning as she settled down onto one of the long couches. "Goodnight."      "Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked as she laid down.       She paused and put a finger to her cheek. "Uh, nope, don't think so. See you tomorrow, oh and be sure not to wet the couch!"       "Same goes for you then." I said taking a spot on the other couch. My penis wanted to piss pretty badly, but a bet was a bet. I closed my eyes and finally drifted off to sleep.      I was suddenly in my homeroom at school. I wasn't sure what was going on but I had to pee like a racehorse. I looked around for the teacher so I could ask to be excused but didn't see her anywhere. I sat holding my legs together trying to keep the flood at bay, but time was running out. I searched the room to see if anyone was looking at me but they all seemed distant. Hastily I undid the button of my jeans giving room for my bladder to expand, I reached into my underwear and grabbed my dick. I could almost feel like it was filling with urine, and the tip was all that was holding it back. The clock on the wall had completely stopped ticking. I had to go. Now. I jumped up from my seat and ran out of the room, the hallway was long, longer than it should be, but at the end I could see it, a urinal, pristine and white and waiting to accept my waters. I ran, still holding myself as I felt like my dick was getting bigger, I looked down and everything was swollen, my bladder and penis and all, I could swear I could hear it begging "Please let me go, I want to let out lots of pee!" The urinal seemed to respond in kind. "Let me take all your suffering away..." I had finally made it to the urinal and I was about to let go when I heard a loud thud.      "HAH!" I shouted, springing awake and just barely catching myself before I went. I was back in Sara's house, it was dark save for a light on by the chair that Lara passed out in. As my eyes adjusted I could make out a squirming Lara and Sara both standing together in the middle of the room.      "Oh, hey Nakasette..." Sara said softly, "You've got good timing, I'm about to piss myself and Lara isn't doing much better. but she just stubbed her toe on the wall and now she's having trouble walking. Could you help us?"       Lara whined, "Sara... I can't hold it... I'm going to leak..."      "Ok, got it." I said standing I got into position under her other shoulder. "Where to now?" I asked rubbing my thighs together.      Sara winced holding herself with one hand. "Out the back, only place we can all go." she said as she started to step forward. "Come on Lara, almost there, you can do it." we all hobbled through the dim hallway and out the back clumsily each of us nursing a bursting bladder. It was rough going, the first blast of cool night air all made us shiver and Lara nearly collapsed.      "Guys, I'm going to pee. it's too late..." Lara said sleepily.      "Just wait 5 more seconds, Naka, help me get her pants down." Sara said bending down and started pulling on Lara's shorts.      "Uh, alright." I said somewhat surprised, but I guess it wasn't anything I hadn't seen before. I pulled her pants all the way to her ankles and Sara took hers down too. As soon as I stood up I heard the hiss of a badly needed leak coming from Lara, with a second one coming from Sara right after. Wasting no time I pulled out my dick and immediately began pissing into the rapidly growing puddle in the middle of our semicircle of urination.       "Hah... ha..." "Ahhhhh..." "Whew..." we all sighed and moaned as our streams poured out endlessly onto the concrete.      "Mmmnn, hey... that's a penalty Naka... you're supposed to wait til i'm done before you get to go..." Sara said looking at the river of urine gushing out of my cock. "I'll come up with a punishment later."       "Ohhh, that feels sooo good... I didn't know you knew how to whiz standing up Sara." Lara said glancing at the waterfall Sara was putting out. I looked as well, i hadn't ever seen her pee standing myself, but she had a method, keeping herself spread so the stream shot cleanly out and away from her legs, all with one hand. I glanced over to Lara and saw she wasn't having too much trouble despite the awkward way she was being held. Eventually all our streams came to an end, at which point we hobbled back into the house. Exhausted we proceeded to go back to sleep to await the next day.       And that's where this tale ends yet again. Will they ever go to the movies? What is Sara's penalty? I don't know! Bye!
*Wow, I must thank hav3aniceday for commenting on this and reminding me that this story actually existed. A little context for anyone wantsing to know I have pretty poor health in general and sometimes end up in the hospital for periods of time. Well when I first started this series over a year ago that was one of those times, and by the time I was out I had completely forgotten about hit story. After being reminded that it existed by seeing it near the top of page 1 I fished around my PCs files and found my mostly completed chapter 1. After re-acquainting myself with story I finished up the chapter, and I will be continuing it from here on. Expect a new chapter at least once a week, possibly more.*   "Wait, What the f-" Noel exclaims, about to start asking the proclaimed god some questions, before realizing that the god was nowhere to be seen. Carefully looking around, Noel was standing in a big empty plain with a big backpack resting beside him. Far into the left, Noel could make out what seemed to be a town about maybe an hour or so walk away. Heaving a long sigh to himself, I decided he should go through the backpack and then make his way on towards the town.  "The Demon Lord has a pee fetish, what the hell do you even mean by that you stupid god" Noel grumbles to himself as he sighs again and starts rifling through the bag. "Let's see now, we got a couple changes of clothes, some non-perishable food, basic cleaning and hygiene supplies, and other basic necessities as well as a large sack of what seemed to be gold coins, 100 in total. But now what is this?" Noel say as he pulls a large book out of the bag. "The Big Book of Valmos, everything you need to know about starting a new life in Valmos." Noel reads the title out loud to himself, opening it and reading a bit of the first page. "Valmos is a wonderful land straight out of fantasy. Many different races inhabit the world and many can use various forms of magic and powers. The capital town of Lordlec is the biggest hub of the world and the best place for any new inhabitant of the world to get his bearings and start his new life. Alternatively, if you've been reincarnated into this world as a hero to save the world from some plight, please turn this book to page- Are you fucking kidding me with this" Noel says as he slams the book close. "Guess I'll have to read this later, now, now what else is in this bag?" Noel says as he reaches deep into the bag and pulls out a bag a diapers. "WAIT A MINUTE, WHY IS THERE DIAPERS!" Noel exclaims out loud rubbing his temples then putting everything, including the diapers back in the bag.  "The Demon lord has a pee fetish, huh...wonder if that is related to these diapers at all. Now that I think about it, didn't Scarlet once say something about a pee fetish? No, No use thinking about your sister Noel, she's been dead a long time. Though I guess I died too huh. Wait. I died and came here so would that mean....no, no use thinking about it. Just put it out of your brain." Shaking his head, Noel picked the bag up and slung it onto his back before starting on a trek towards the town of Lordlec. After about an hour of walking, Noel finally arrived in the town. For being called the capital city of a fantasy world, Noel expected a big huge town with a large castle overlooking it and guards around every corner. But while it was a pretty big town, there was no castle and no guards aside from a few loitering around the gates to the town. There was of course lots of people though, and true enough to the book he could already spot a variety of races. There were normal humans, people who looked like humans but had things humans don't such as claws or tails fangs, Noel even thought that he saw and elf walking around. There were many shops around as well, there were tailors, inns, eateries, taverns and even stores just for selling diapers. Stopping to do a double take, Noel stops in front of one such store "Diaper Days, for all your diaper needs...what the hell, why would there be stores specifically for selling just diapers. What the hell is going on in this world?"  Just as Noel questions himself on that he can hear voices picking up from inside the store. "I know that I don't have enough money right now but my husband is a traveling merchant and he should be back home any day now, I'll even pay you extra when he does so please let me buy a pack with what I have now." "No, means no mam. Now you can either get out of my store or I can call on the guards, your choice." Being curious about this Noel pushes open the door to the shop, only for it to make a large creaking noise attracting the attention of both the shopkeeper and the would-be customer. After a few seconds of them awkwardly staring at each other, Noel decided to interrupt. "Sooo, what seems to be the problem here?" Noel said, even though he had already heard from the voices before exactly what the problem is. "This little miss here is trying to buy diapers without enough money, that's the problem. She should be lucky that I have yet to call the guards on her." The shopkeeper said, giving the woman a stern look as if to say 'this is your last chance to get out of my store'.  "Well I have some diapers if you'd like if you'd be ok with that" Noel says, feeling bad for the lady but also seeing this as a good chance to ask a local about what exactly is going on in this world. "Would you really!? That would be very helpful and I promise I'll pay you back as soon as I can, would that be alright with you." The woman says enthusiastically basically running over to Noel. "No need to pay me back or anything, not like I have any use for them myself." Noel says, wondering if some kind of situation like this was the reason he even had diapers in the bag to begin with. "Well It's true that you almost never see any guys wearing them around, but I would be bad just taking them. At least let me make you a good meal in return." The lady says looking over at Noel with worried eyes for a hopeful approval. "I actually have some questions I wanted to ask a local, so maybe we could talk and eat?" Noel asks quizzically, not sure if he should have accepted or not. "That sounds lovely, come with me back to my home if you don't mind. My husband shouldn't be home today so It'll be just the two of us if thats fine." The lady asks once again as she heads over towards the door, waiting for approval before she opens it. "Uuuh, sure. That's fine by me I guess." Noel say as he exits the door with the mysterious lady in hopes to learn more about this world he was thrown into.
Escape from the Diaper Dimension I decided to start a diaper dimension action adventure story using a self-insert character I created for GURPS. Not sure where this one is going but I figure this can be a side project to play with when I have the time. I started posting this on daily diapers and decide it was ready to go up here. It started as a dark action comedy but I'm thinking about taking it full farce. Shout to Lightman for the text scrambling trick. CW: Graphic Violence, Self Harm References, Medical Horror Our story opens with a rather strange site. A person dressed head to toe in sealed jumpsuit and helmet, wearing some kind of space age backpack, charging down a suburban street. “Fuck why did it have to be this parallel, I would have taken a 4th Reich parallel over this. At least there I could have had a chance to punch a clone of Hitler or something… Uriel give me a sitrep how close are we to jumping out?” The AI’s voice comes over their com speakers “Unknown the underlying quantum substrate of this universe is highly unstable. I can’t seem to punch through the interference, I’m sorry Director” “A signal pings over their com, pulling up the tactical data overlay they can see that Marcells vitals have gone flat. He must have activated his biocomp’s ‘last light’ protocols. Marcell was NeoCatholic for him to do something like that especially because he refused to use mind backup….. “Shit, Shit, Shit. They got Marcell, Uriel get us out of here!!!” Just then a hulking giant appears wearing what looks like a police uniform. Blap Blap! Two shots from a Kindari Thaum Stunner strike dead center, the giant staggers but doesn’t go down. Two more shots finish the job and the giant collapses out cold. Ashley keeps running.             “Finally!” Ashley has spotted a rather large and generic looking grey SUV of the type that can be found in suburbs everywhere. At 5’8” there’s no way they can reach the peddles on a vehicle meant for giants. Luckily, they have Uriel. The cars engine revs and it pulls forward as Ashley runs up and grabs the door yanking it open and scrambling in. “Thanks for the assist Uriel! Nobody does an on the fly hack better.” “Your welcome director.” “Okay got to think, I’m mobile now. Uriel will have disabled the GPS tracking, so I’ve got a few minutes. But this car’s going to be reported stolen and they’ve probably got birds in the air. I need to think come up with a plan. First, I need to figure out what happened to the others Marcell activated ‘Last Light’ so confirmed one out three security officers KIA. Not sure what happened to Tashi or Krum. I doubt even these giants could handle that Krogan though. Consider them MIA. Same for the rest of the science team. Liandra, human, first contact specialist and anthropologist, Danwakia physics and gate tech/Kindari Technomancer, Latisha, human, geochemical specialist, MED Droid MED 346, medic. All MIA.” “Uriel can you raise anyone?” “I’m sorry Director, but coms are being jammed.” “What the hell are gear is at least two or three centuries ahead; how are they managing that?!!” “Director the jamming signal seems to match a model commonly known to be used by the Syndicate.” “Oh fuck, this could have been a set up!” “Director your backup is current. I know you don’t like switching bodies because of your dissociative tendencies but I strongly recommend you activate ‘Last Light’.” “Not yet Uriel.” “I’m going to get some answers first.” “We need a base and fast cash. Find me something abandoned and industrial. Then go through their stock market liking a Viking through an alehouse.” “Acknowledge director.” “Just got to breath, you and Uriel have been stuck on hostile worlds before. This no different other than extra special sauce level of nightmare fuel. Go to ground, cash, weapons, find locals willing to help or that can be bought. You got this.” Ashley continues to take several deep calming breaths as Uriel merges onto the highway.                         After about twenty minutes “Director we’re being scanned by a comparable to our level sensor suite.” “Shit, the locals are definitely working with the Syndicate. Knowing this kind of parallel it’s probably a client arrangement with their sapient trafficking arm. This goes side ways you blow your housing and I’ll activate Last Light.” “That’s what I’ve been saying Director…” The AI’s voice has an obvious note of sarcasm. “I take it being captured by these… Amazons? Was that what you called them? would be particularly unpleasant?” “Search terrestrial data archives circa start of digital at roughly 2000 Gregorian to about 2400 for diaper dimension. Where on a mix of myth and black mirror parallel right now.” “Oh my…” “Yeah…. This sounds unpleasant even to me and you remember the time I tried mixing Fadeaway and FireIce?” “As I recall you consumed six times the normal dose and cut your own arm off in a dissociative state because you were, and I quote ‘bored’.” “Yeah so even by that standard this could be worse”. “How long to contact?” “Less than thirty seconds before were in visual of a road block.” Uriel pulls up an overlay. Line of black and whites plus two tac wagons. “Sweet Powers why do people keep making it, so I have to kill them? Uriel block me out a good six months’ vacation when we get back. The usual bender then detox spa and therapy? Yep you got it bud.” “Contact imminent.” “Ughhhh, let’s get this over with. I want to spend the next week semiconscious in Gemma’s arms while they make the bad thoughts go away.” “The aftermath is always the worst director. Nothing for it but to push through.” “Yep, let’s get to work.”             Because Uriel knows exactly how much of a drama queen I am “Short Change Hero” starts blasting from every speaker within half a kilometer. The door hinges prove no match for my cyber enhance left arm and it goes flying off. Tumbling and sparking as it skids down the road. Fifteen seconds to impact I bail, neuromods slowing everything to a crawl as I hanging in midair, watch the half a ton of luxury SUV slam into a line of cops cars. And all the while. “This ain't no place for no hero This ain't no place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero To call home”             There’s about thirty uniforms and a dozen SWAT guys. Unfortunately form them I’ve basically got “God Mode” on. The DCM AC 300 carbine goes from shoe box to implement of death in three seconds, the stock and barrel sliding out. The micro fission power pack has enough charge for 200 standard shots. Theoretically if you used all the charge at once, risking burning out the focusing array, you could punch through the front armor of a Soviet T72 and back out through the engine block. I snap a reflex shot without even thinking about it. SWAT mook one drops with a hole clean through their chest the shot continues for another 600m blowing a chunk out of the side of a building.             Then I really get to work. Uriel paints the power supply for the cruisers. Glowing red on the AR display. Lithium ion, perfect. The reinforced battery compartments try their best but when you have an alkali metal suddenly exposed to oxygen and super-heated, in a confined space…… All twelve cars go in up in glorious action vid fashion. The suit doesn’t filter smells to preserve situational awareness, so I get a good whiff of scorched pork. Breathing deeply, I focus on tuning it out, way too many flash backs, meditation techniques, they help with holding it together long enough to get to somewhere you can have a breakdown in piece. The six or so surviving uniforms have broken and run except for one on the ground screaming. Four SWAT mooks are still up and firing, one’s arm is hanging limp. Their aim is good, but the shots bounce off my shield which momentarily flashes blue with each impact. Four shots, four people dead. I walk up to the screaming uniform. “Uriel gives me triage data.” The person’s entire left side is scorched and burned, the numbers don’t look good either. “I figure five percent survival chance?” “I concur Director.” “I’m so sorry friend.” I take an injector loaded with three times the recommend dose of a synthetic opioid and slam into their neck. I watch their eyes as the light fades, before closing them. “Go in peace to whatever it is you believe in.” “This ain't no place for no hero This ain't no place for no better man This ain't no place for no hero To call home”             Looking around at the wreckage I try to plot my next move. “So, we need new wheels. I guess we could take one of the SWAT vans, the fifteen-year-old ‘Grand Theft Auto’ player in me really wants to do that, but that’s gonna be pretty dam conspicuous. I can’t fit in the uniforms, I don’t have a holoprojector, and I’ve never been good with illusions. To literal minded and difficulty with spatial reasoning/visualization. I could transmute the uniform, but I think in this universe I’m a little short for a SWAT officer.” “Sorry to interrupt the brainstorming session, but we have more incoming Director.” “Sitrep” “Two helos in bound, turbine chemical fuel engines, no weapons. I’ve just breached their coms. Looks like we warrant the attention of this countries paramilitary counter terrorism unit.” “Oh good, it’s nice to feel valued, really helps the self esteem issues.” “Also, they mentioned; high value target for our ‘off world friends’ and first field test of the new equipment.” “We are so screwed.” “I concur.”             Two birds buzz the highway at 18m, black shapes jumping out and landing with a loud crash and the sound of crunching concrete. I zoom in to get a better look… “Very screwed…” My voice comes out in a whisper. Two ten-person squads of extremely angry special forces are closing in on me wearing heavy assault armor that is not domestic manufacture. “I’m going to lose this shell. Shame I was just starting to feel like it was actually my body.” I let loose with three round bursts but they just splat on the shields, no pen. Then there is a loud bang, and everything goes absolutely silent. “I can’t move why can’t I move limbs, am I paralyzed? No been paralyzed before this is not that. Shit the suit has lost power…. Oh, fuck sweet Rama Krishna no! They’ve got a mother fucking stasis grenade! How? Buying just one of those would clear out a billionaire’s savings account. You usually can only find the necessary components in elder civilization ruins from when the various universes were young. Local disruption of time stream. I can’t even activate ‘Last Light’. Didn’t think the syndicate considered me worth that kind of trouble.” The last I see is an armored giant standing over me saying “Tranq um before the stasis field wears off. I feel something punch through my suit and everything goes black.             When I come to I’m naked, well except for what is probably a control collar of one type or another and being dragged down a long concrete hallway by two giants one on each arm. Ah the old strip’em to make them feel helpless and powerless trick, classic. So, looks like it’s torture time and these people are probably going to be especially creative so at least I won’t be bored. I used to have a super low pain tolerance, pulling a Lazarus three times in as many centuries gets rid of that real quick. Even so everyone breaks eventually. I can ignore the pain. Threats of death work on a lot of people but I’ve got my consciousness quantum entangled with a clone body. I die the link breaks and I wake up, with nothing worse than the mother of all hangovers. The milspec cyber will neutralize drugs. But there are ways to get to even people like me. Ways to psychologically torture someone who doesn’t particularly care whether they live or die. Sleep deprivation, isolation, threats to other prisoners, all work amazingly well. And that’s only the usual vanilla stuff. The amazons have their own special sauce that’s probably going to be rattling around my headspace for the next few decades. Like I said everyone breaks. The key is roll with it and wait for your moment. Dissociation, fantasy, blacking out, your brain is trying it’s damndist to protect its self because it can’t process what’s happening. Use that, wait for your moment then go all out, it’s not over until you give up. Me personally I tend to watch everything that’s happening like it’s a movie, it’s gotten to where I can see myself from third person. And as I watch myself get dragged down the hall I start to work on the soundtrack…. “Oh, Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home Oh, Mama I can hear you a-cryin', you're so scared and all alone Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long”             I’m strapped to a steal exam table. I recognize most of the equipment and for this tech level it’s top of the line stuff. There’s a mirrored observation window about 20 feet up. The walls are white tile as is the floor, drains regularly spaced. I could probably dislocate my wrist to get to the tray of surgical tools but with the guards in riot gear that would be pretty pointless, especially since the collar seems to be interfering with my implants.  Maybe I can piss them off enough that they kill me or rather my shell? Probably not but being a smart ass always boosts my mood “So, what are we doing today? By the way I’m a huge fan of the medical horror/bright and shiny hell aesthetic. I always thought the whole dank concrete gulag thing lacked class and style. You know?”             No response as a tech hooks me up to an IV. “You know my biocomp’s still working right? Your collar didn’t shut that down, drugs aren’t gonna do shit. Ah whatever maybe I’ll get to see some pink dinosaurs riding a flying spoon…. Tough crowd…..” Five minutes later something is clearly wrong my infection control protocols are kicking into over drive. It feels like I’m burning up, my blood pressure is becoming erratic as is my cardio rhythm, endocrine levels and neuro chem is all over the place, white cell count is spiking. Then the seizure hits and it all goes black once again……             I wake up with a splitting headache and a fever. My mouth feels like rodents have been nesting in it. Everything aches, bone pain is the fucking worst. I’m in a padded cell with a built-in bed mercifully there is a toilet for me to empty my stomach into. I rinse my mouth out at the sink before taking stock of the situation. I have muscle weakness/tremors and can barely stand, that and I feel my old friend brain fog has come to visit. I’m wearing a hospital gown….. and a very wet diaper. “Oh, dam it to the infinite hells! ….. Well it’s not like I didn’t know where this was going. Normally I’d enjoy this sort of thing but under the circumstances….. Yeah no.”  I call up my biocomp and get the following message “Error Fatal exception #$#$#jjjjj333334434mamaadkaMMGGHValpja. System Overload DErdedcted. PLSAw RENninfnask.”  “Well that’s just great biocomp’s going to need to shut down and reboot and given that it’s the only thing keeping what I’m assuming are some honey badger level badass nanites at bay, that would be in advisable.” I’d take the diaper off but then I feel both my bladder and bowels let go without warning. “Well that just completes the day I’ve been having.” Given the muscle tremors, brain fog, and sudden incontinence; the nanites have most likely caused systemic nerve damage.  Nothing for it but to try and get some sleep, I figure I’m going to need it. I wake up to a cold saturated diaper and the sound of an explosion followed by gunfire. “Halle-fricking-lujah about time the cavalry showed up.” Fifteen minutes later the shooting has stopped, and the door opens….. on another Amazon in full battle rattle. Not the rescue I had hoped for but I’m not going to be picky in this situation. “We’ve got another one of the Littles they were holding. Hang on sweetheart and I’ll get that collar off.” “Shit that’s right I’m 5’8” so they seem me as being at the upper end of little range.” I try to say “Thank the powers you’re here! My names Ashley Redacted and I’m the director of the millennium group, I need you to….” But instead it comes out as “Dpwjm dps hiasfe yic’fs psfs! Ky jwkse Weplsy wjt O’k dps tofsudif ir dps kollsjjock qfich, O jsst yic di.” “Oh, you poor thing they took your voice?” “Yeah this just keeps getting better and better” “Rcum Ks” The amazon scoops me up, uses some kind of tool to get the collar off and carries me out of the building. I can see that parts are on fire and more, hostages? test subjects? are being carried out by other amazons. I can see that some of them have tails and other animal parts grafted on. One amazons takes note of this as well. “Catalons, you know they drug their own citizens whole sale?” and shakes their head. Well that explains the ‘The Island of Doctor Moreau’ thing. (shudder) After loading onto one the waiting helicopters we take off into the night sky as an exhaustion over takes me and I find myself fading back into unconsciousness.
MORNING Valerie stood between the cars, placed her legs wide apart and wet her knickers. I passed her a spare towel and continued to load the shopping into the boot of the battered old Fiat hatchback that served as our holiday runabout.  By the time I had returned the empty supermarket trolley and reclaimed my euro coin she was sitting on the towel in the driving seat with the back of her pink miniskirt hitched just clear of her damp briefs, taking a long swig from her water bottle.  She started the engine and we drove off, leaving behind a rapidly evaporating puddle on the hot concrete. As we drove back to her parents' holiday villa deep in the Tuscan countryside I thought back our first date in England two summers ago.  Valerie had responded to my tentative first kiss with enthusiasm so I allowed my hand to slip down her back and beneath her short dress. "My knickers are wet" she whispered.  Indeed they were decidedly damp. "What happened?" I asked. "I don't like using those horrible outside loos at the pub, she replied, so when we left I relieved myself whilst I waited for you to come out of the gents." "Do you often do that?"  I asked. "Sometimes in summer when the weather is warm, my legs are bare and I am wearing a short skirt.  Not so much in winter, obviously.  My parents took a free and easy approach to toilet training and my sisters and I have always wet ourselves from time to time, though of course we are discreet in public.  You are not grossed out or anything, are you?" "Not at all" I replied.  "In fact I have always thought that a girl wetting herself is a decidedly sexy idea". "Oh good" she said and a fresh wave of warmth filled my caressing hand. Two years on we had become an item, living together in a Docklands flat rented from her father's property company on very favourable terms.  The flat even had a balcony where we could spend long, sometimes wet, evenings together without being overlooked.  Lucky?  Me?? I came out of my reverie as we pulled off the road on to the long drive that led to the villa where her family spent as much of the summer as possible. Valerie parked the car in the shade of the trees and as we started to unload she peed another stream through her knickers on to the gravel.  Seeing her do so, her mother called out "Don't go leaving a trail of drips through the house, young lady!  I washed the floors this morning!" With a mischeivous grin Valerie gave me the bags she was carrying and said "Looks like you will have to do all the carrying in and the unpacking by yourself, Tom!" AFTERNOON After lunch under the shade of a pergola, where grapes ripened in the heat of the sun, we drifted out to sunloungers arranged around the swimming pool in the extensive grounds.  Valerie's youngest sister, Amanda 18 and every bit as beautiful as Valerie herself, dived in to the deep end and swam like a fish the length of the pool. After completing several lengths she walked up the Roman steps at the shallow end of the pool, picked up the towel from her sunlounger and started to dry her long, auburn hair.  She spread her slim legs and a torrent of pee burst through her dark red bikini briefs, pouring on to the poolside paving.  When she eventually finished both drying her hair and wetting the ground she flicked her long hair over one shoulder, stretched out face down on her sunlounger and unclipped her bra strap to tan her back.  The pressure of lying on her front seemed to send a signal that her bladder was not entirely empty because she languidly eased her legs apart, the fabric between them glistened with moisture and a small stream found its way through the slats of her sunlounger and pattered on to the grass below. Emily, Valerie's other sister, rose, stretched and walked with gazelle-like grace towards the pool steps.  Her coral-pink bikini was a much darker shade around her perfectly-shaped bottom than elsewhere, making it clear that she too had wet herself recently. The French navy one-piece swimsuit that their mother wore gave little away but surely it too was just that bit darker around the bottom than elsewhere?  And could all of the large damp patch beneath her seat be attributed simply to the run-off from an earlier dip in the pool? Eventually Valerie herself put down her book and stood up, lifting up her arms to tie her hair into a ponytail.  As she did so her aqua bikini bottoms darkened and rivulets tracked their way down the insides of her flawless legs, forming an expanding puddle around her bare feet.  She walked towards the pool steps, leaving wet footprints on the flagstones. EVENING Valerie's mother and sisters had gone out for the evening, leaving us in sole possession of the villa.  Valerie had showered and was now wearing a faded pink t-shirt and this morning's miniskirt over a fresh pair of cotton hipster briefs from her seemingly inexhaustible supply.  No bra, her pert young breasts needed no help. Valerie had cooked a delicious seafood risotto with the ingredients we had bought that morning and we had dined on the terrace.  By now we were now well on our way through our second bottle of chilled Soave as well as a litre bottle of mineral water.  Valerie was sitting on my lap and snuggling against my chest with her skirt casually spread out and her long legs stretched along the bench .  My right hand supported her back and my left hand was under her t-shirt, fondling each of her breasts in turn, feeling her nipples harden with excitement as I did so. The evening was still and warm and the wine had given me a pleasantly heady sensation.  A thrush - or was it a nightingale? sang nearby.  "Nightly she sings in yonder pomegranite tree" I mused as I savoured the perfume of Valerie's freshly washed hair. brushing against my cheek.   The afterglow of sunset gradually faded from the clear sky and one by one the stars came out   The bright disc of a planet rose above the pine trees in the east.  The scent of pine, rosemary, lavender and thyme filled the air as crickets hesitantly started their nightly stridulation. Valerie stirred, turned and gave me a long, sensuous kiss.  As she did so I felt a warm flood spreading across my lap.  My shorts quickly absorbed all they could and her pee cascaded through the slats of the seat beneath me and on to the terrace below, adding the splash of a waterfall to the night's sounds.  "I have been bursting for a wee for ages" she murmured "but I was too comfortable to move". Valerie giggled as she felt me become rock hard beneath her soaking knickers.  She stood up and took my hand.  "Come on, big boy!  Bedtime!"
#RakanLivesMatter Author's notes:  1)Enjoyed this chapter Type"#RakanLivesMatter" 2)Want this continue? type "#Serialisation"  3)Want a filler story of Rina Li's mother's situation? Type "#RinaLiMomPee"!  STORY: ~11 years ago~ "Mommy, a girl told she wanted to meet a rocca. What's a rocca?" asked Rina Li with curiosity a normal child has. "I think she meant Raka" replied her mother seeming slightly concerned about her daughter asking such questions after dinner.  "What's a Raka? Is it a superhero? Can I be a Raka too?" continued Rina Li, not knowing what was going to happen. "Absolutely not! I will not allow my daughter to do such actions!" said her mother in an angry tone. She was wearing black and tight yoga pants with a cotton yellow t-shirt.  "But why?" asked a almost crying Rina Li for she was experiencing such harsh behavior from her mother for the first time. "I have very low patience on this issue so what I'm about to tell you I expect you to not  discuss anywhere with anyone. Promise?" said her mother with a demanding tone. "Oquay.." said a somewhat better feeling Rina Li. "Rakas are demons! They caused our ancestors many problems and created wide spread panic. They destroyed symbols of god which enraged god to such an extent that he had made it every creature birth right to kill a Raka. They also live filthy lifestyles in dirty places, have magic powers to make others pee and pee on each other for fun. Such our religious books and articles of ancient scholars say. We do not know for sure if Raka still exist or not but if they do, you know what we are doing!.....I love you! There is no doubt about it however if you were to be friends with a Raka, I don't know if I could feel the same or not!" said her mother with watery eyes and weak tone. She was tired and rather sleepy.  *hiisssssssss* Her mother noticed a torrent come out of daughter who looked terrified and worried. A small puddle was formed near her. Luckily she was wearing a skirt otherwise she would have some more cleaning to do. Seeing her daughter piss herself in fear made her feel the urge to pee as well. It was growing quite urgent but she had to console her daughter, give her a shower and put her to sleep first. She was doubting if she could do that without leaking. She did not have to pee a few minutes ago and now she was almost bursting and she was sleepy. This should not be possible. Was this a punishment for speaking about Raka by God himself or maybe a spell from a Raka? ~Modern day~ Rina Li was almost 17. She was quite attractive and studious as well. Occasionally cracking puns and jokes when she gets the opportunity with her friends though she never had any close ones. She did not have her own friend circle or good friends for that matter. It was when another group was nearby that she joined the conversation. Being at the top of her class might be something everyone desired but she had no interest in it. Being at the top of while having no competition was pretty stale and boring for her. In class people rarely cared for her. Some felt she was too good for them and being with them might ruin her while others were just jealous of her.   Class felt boring.  However one day, someone came that changed her life forever. "And his name was JOHN CENA!... I love breaking the fourth wall!" On serious note, a new girl had transferred to her school. She looked pretty average but she was mature in some places that might make lustful boys or jealous girls look at her. She seemed pretty meek and shy. Surprisingly, almost everyone forgets she exists. What was her name by the way?... Oh okay. It's Aiyano. Aiyano was in the same situation as Rina Li. People didn't seem to care for them. Aiyano was not average in studies as well. She too was quite smart like Rina Li though not the same level. She made several simple mistakes that always cost us. Though it may occasionally appear that these mistakes might have been intentional. Rina Li felt the two of them might get along. However what she learnt later changed her life forever.  School had ended and Rina Li was at gate when she heard someone saying something.  "Wait Elina...!" said Aiyano darting towards her.  Rina Li knew she heard Elina and not her name yet she turned around. She pointed at herself to which Aiyano nodded.  "My name's Rina Li not Elina and 'Rina' and 'Li' are two separate words." "Oh... sorry. You forgot your notebook in your desk today. Here!" said Aiyano with hand over her mouth.  "You didn't have to trouble yourself like that. You could have given it tomorrow!" said Rina Li noticing Aiyano place her hand on her mouth whenever she said something.  "Tomorrow we have a test! Did you forget about it?" said a suprised Aiyano.  "Who cares! It's not that difficult!"  "But you might lose your position to someone else!"  "I love competion. Also do you have a habit of covering your mouth while speaking? It shows people you are rather insecure and might make you look easy to bully."  "No... it's just...sali....It's just that I have a bad breath and don't want people to feel grossed out!" "There's a thing called mouth fresheners. I have couple on me. Here take some." Aiyano was in a puzzle. If she spoke with her mouth open, she might cause problems and she just ran away, it would cause unnecessary attention on her by someone attentive. She did not know what to do. She was thinking of some excuse for not taking it.  "Btw.." Rina Li started speaking. Hoping that Aiyano would fall in her trap.  "Why do you purposely make mistakes? As I smart person myself, I can see if they were done intentionally or not. Is someone bullying you to score less? If that is the case I can inform a teacher on your behalf"  "PleaseDon'tIJustDon'tWantPeopleToFocusOrNoticeMe!" blurted out a panicking Aiyano.  "Why? The less you answer, the more suspicion and attention it creates!" said Rina Li smiling inside for her trap working.  Aiyano thought for some time and then spoke. "How can I trust you that you won't tell this to anyone or that you'll leave me alone after this or treat me the same?" said a slightly fidgeting Aiyano. "First I didn't know your mistakes your were intentional. I just lied for fun and you unknowingly admitted it. Second I don't care what your parents work as or what your culture is. I treat everyone equally unless you're a criminal of course. You can trust me. I haven't spread any juicy gossip I heard and if you want to leave, I'll let you be. If you still don't trust me what do you want as proof?" said a calm Rina Li. She knew that Aiyano was going to tell her everything.  Aiyano knew that there were many obvious answers to why she was doing the things she was doing. A person like Rina Li had noticed it and even if she did not tell her, there was a good chance she would find it out herself. It was better to tell her right now and befriend her rather than risk the other. An idea came to her mind. But she had to clear some urgent business she would have done had she not been lost in school during the day.  "Wait right here! Don't turn around.." She knew the bathrooms would be locked and she was going to burst in few minutes. She went to nearby bush, pushed her panties aside and starting peeing. The sound was so loud that Rina Li on the other side could hear it. "When you gotta go, you gotta go!"  . .  .  After a few seconds, Aiyano stopped peeing. Luckily there were no CCTV cameras in the school or anyone nearby to see how efficient she was in watering bushes. She went back to Rina Li.  "Emptied your tanker?"  "I'm a Raka!"  "I honestly don't care if you or not as long as you don't cause others problems."  "You might be a good girl but others are not. They hunt us down... they killed my friends and my family members!" said an upset Aiyano. "I'm so sorry. But can you tell me more about a Raka? I want to know what is exactly true or false. Regardless of what your ancestors did, I will always consider you innocent."  "Thank you...Right now?... Won't your parents be worried?" said a concerned Aiyano.  "My dad works abroad and visits us only a few weeks in a year and my mom has gone to attend a wedding of her friend, so I'm all by myself."  "By yourself.... you don't have a...."  "I'm more single than 11th November, you're welcome!" said a smiling Rina Li. She felt proud to find someone interesting and someone who seemed to notice her. She also felt glad that she got her to open up.  Author's notes:  #RakanLivesMatter is not a parody of BlackLivesMatter and in no way trying to insult people of Black community through this story. All names used are fictional and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. I am personally neutral with LGB(Not T) community. This story may contain lesbianism in future chapters if it is continued. I do not promote Homosexuality neither do am I attempting to hate it. I mentioned tags above, as whenever someone types that in a post, you get to see how many of that posts are there. It also encourages me to write as users go out of their way to type such tags. Also blue for Rina Li, yellow for Rina Li's mother and red for Aiyano are locked. Green and black will be used for other characters.
Advice: My device does not allow me to change the font of my text and only allows a limited array of colours in it's keyboard. The following story may appear in a small font with various colours primarily gray. Unless you are interested please do not read to strain your eyes. There are many bold words in the story. Some indicate expression, some certain details, some what is going to happen next and some are just accidents.  Chapter-2 Rina Li took Aiyano to her home. Both of them were just 17 year old girls so they were not any threat to each other or atleast that is what Rina Li thought. Rina Li opened the door and both of them went inside. She prepared some coffee and poured it in two glasses. She offered one to Aiyano and asked her to sit.  "You mind answering a few questions?" "That's what we came here for right?"  said a disinterested Aiyano. This entire time she was in a lose-lose situation. Had she not responded to Rina Li nor told her Rina Li would have found out eventually. Rina Li's mother was an important spiritual scholar in their region. She had read vast books and felt pleasure in awakening devotion towards the almighty even in those who initially did not believe. There was no chance with such a person as your mother to not eventually realise that you are admist a Raka. Her objective right now was simple. BefriendRina Li and make sure she does not tell anyone else. She initially thought of murdering her but that might make her mother investigate the school which the police would allow due to her influence. If she stays, she would be identified  as a Raka and if she left that would just make her look like a culprit.  "What exactly is a Raka?"  "I don't exactly know what a Raka is. I remember something about a derivation of an Indian word that meant demon or devil. We Rakas are demi-gods and are different from humans in many ways."  "How exactly different?" said a questioning Rina Li who looked as if she was noting down what Aiyano said.  "Why are taking notes of this? Do you want me to suffer like others?" said a disheartened Aiyano. "Trying to note down important points so that in future I might be able to learn how Rakas emerged...These notes will go public but only when you guys are safe from all danger... Anyway my question's answer?" "I don't know if I can trust you or not. Rakas are...they are..." said a stammering Aiyano who had a blush on her face.  "Are? Don't be embarrassed. There are much worse things to be shy about!" "Se...xy..Sexy!" blurted out Aiyano.  "..."  "We have good figures and big breasts, butts and thick thighs."  "Oh.. kay.. Does this have any relation with luring humans?"  "Yeah since Rakas are only female. They developedthose features to help repopulate easily as the other method was not that accepted."  "Why not?" demanded Rina Li.  "It was very untidy... I can't tell you much about it!"  "That's fine. Why is there such hate towards Raka? I heard scholars claimed it was their birthright to harm you."  "I don't know much but according to what my mother told that early Rakas often had affairs with married men. They had untidy lifestyles and many were thieves. Scholars were mostly female. Sex during that time was a sign of partnership. Consented sex was an act of taking love and emotions between partners to the next level. Unconsented ones were a crime. Some felt those who committed them were devils. Anyone who did so was publicly punished. Easy to guess what happened to some Rakas. All those who were related to those species were declared potential devils. They dubbed us Rakas and banished us. Rumors about us spread like a game of Chinese Whisper. Tension was created. Newer generations were more scared of Rakas. They made stories about us even though they never saw us. They eventually became more hostile towards us. You know what that went.. " said a tired Aiyano.  "I'm feel extremely said for what you had to go through. If what you're telling is true then I hope one day everyone, humans and Rakas can live united." "THAT DAY WILL NEVER COME!" shouted Aiyano.  "Calm down. Be patient and optimistic. Everyone thing will be alright. Let's change the topic. What do you want to become when you grow up?"  Calming herself Aiyano replied, "I don't know. Maybe a content creator?"  "Like a director or musician?"  "I was thinking more in lines of as a poet or writer or a way of discussing something without meeting many people."  "I always wanted to become a journalist. I ask too many questions and that's what reporters and journalists do. I feel I'm perfect for that. One last question.. Do you like watering plants?"  "I don't live near any garden.."  "I didn't mean that!" said a Rina Li smirking.  "..."  "..."  "Fuck you!"  said Aiyano slightly cross that Rina Li brought up that incident. She made her way to the door when she heard Rina Li's voice.  "If you need any help feel free to call me. I had a great time with me and I feel we can become good friends"said a smiling Rina Li.  "I wish I could say the same but thank you!" She left.  Aiyano felt relieved that she could tell someone those things. She was happy that someone was willing to listen to her side. She was however worried whether what she did was good or not. She still did not know, if she could trust Rina or not. She felt a feeling around Rina Li that pained her to think about. She was feeling attracted to Rina Li.  At Rina Li's home, her mother came back. Things went by like they normally would. Rina Li kept thinkingabout what Aiyano and her mother told her. She felt inclined to Aiyano's side but that would mean going against her mother. She felt thirsty so drank a little more than usual. She thought of several questions she should have asked Aiyano. She was hoping that they would be friends. Rina Li normally visits the bathroom at night but she was so lost in thought she forgot. She went to sleep in her bed.  Next morning she woke up and realised she was late for school. She quickly ran down to see her mother still sleeping. She ran back up, quickly changed to her uniform. Darted to the kitchen. Opened the fridge. Took out a small packet of Orange juice. Drank it. Threw its packet in the dustbin. Wore her socks and shoes and ran towards her school. She soon felt the need to pee badly. She should not have drank so much last night, should have used the bathroom last night or should have used before leaving. It was getting more urgent by the moment. Her school was nearby. She decided to go to her class, mark her attendance and request to use the restroom. As she entered through the school gate she heard a call. "Rina Li!"  "Aiyano?" said a bursting Rina Li. She could not keep herself straight nor was her breathing rate normal.  "Follow me, it's urgent!" said Aiyano and she went where she went yesterday. She knew she was going to regret it but she followed Aiyano.  She could not even walk properly. Her thighs were kept together, legs crossed both hands between her crotch. She brisk walked as she did not want to delay her need too much. She could notice a bulge on her abdomen. She felt the pain of the walls of her bladder as they were streching beyond their normal size. She finally reached the place where Aiyano wanted her to come. Oddly enough, apart from the two no one was there in the school.  "Where is everyone?" asked a desperate Aiyano. She knew she was going to burst soon. The pain was too much and were bladder musckes were tired. It looked as if someone placed a vibrator between her legs by the way she moved.  "Today's a holiday. Anyway, remember what I did hereyesterday? Today you are going to do that!" said a smirking Aiyano.  Suddenly Rina Li felt a kick between her legs. It hurt her deeply. She fell down. She could not control her bladder with the pain. Her bladder began emptying itself. Her panties were soaked from the bottom. Her socks were soaked on one side and her shoes got wet. The lower edges of her skirt became wet because of the puddle she was making. Some damp spots could be noticed on the back and front of her skirt. She began crying when she felt her shirt also wet. Her shirt felt lighter and so did her skirt. Even though she was sitting in a puddle she only felt wetness not any puddle. She realised what was going on. Rina Li woke up. She sat up straight. She wiggled her butt and felt wetness. She removed her bedsheet and saw a big wet spot on her bed. Her pajamas were soaked on the behind and sides. Her panties were completely drenched. A massive wet spot was visible on her bed. Luckily it was not yellow. A 17 year old girl wet her bed. That was an awkward way to start a day. She soon heard her mother's voice outside her room. She was screwed.  Author's notes: 1)Liked this story? Type "#RakanLivesMatter" in the comments section.  2)Want me to continue "#Serialisation".  3)Want a side-story of Rina Li's mother? "#RinaLiMomPee"  Use of more than one tag is allowed. If you did not like the content in story please feel free to downvote but make sure to leave suggestions based on content, ie, the story not the way it is presented.  In the next 24 hours I'll be posting an update to my other story.
I haven't seen this show in a while, and I haven't even gotten around to watching the second season, so excuse me if I might have messed a few things up but I hope you enjoy. If you're not familiar with the show, as I suspect not many of you are, you might still be able to enjoy this story. I think I remember most of the show is set in winter, while this story is summer. If there is something too inconsistent you can think of it as an alternate universe. I'm still having major confidence issues but I'm hoping this can help. This is the first time I've written anything omo in almost a month, and I'm feeling as nervous about posting this as when I first submitted an omo story on fimfiction. That could be why I chose a more obscure show for this, because it probably won't get many views. This story might be a little more violent than the ones I'm used to writing due to the scenario I chose, but nothing horrible. Wynonna and Waverly's Desperate Bondage Wynonna Earp and her sister Waverly were going for a walk down the sidewalks of Purgatory. It was a beautiful summer day with no sign of demons. Wynonna was wearing a cute pair of jeans, and Waverly was wearing short, tight jean shorts. It was a hot day, so Wynonna and Waverly were sweating a little, and even after all the water they'd drank before their walk they were very thirsty. So, they stopped at the convenience store. They each bought an extra large slushie and a 1-litre bottle of soda, which they drank as they walked through the heat of the summer sun to the park. The cold drinks were so refreshing. They sat on a bench in the park, finishing their sodas and enjoying the lovely weather. Suddenly, a club hit Wynonna on the head and knocked her out. Waverly was startled and turned around before the club struck her in the head. ... Wynonna woke up in a dark cellar, though there was enough light that everything was visible. The first thing she realized was that her hands were tied behind her back, behind a pole, and her feet tied together. She was in a sitting position with her knees in the air. The second thing she noticed was that Waverly was sitting in front of her, tied to another pole the same way as her, and her feet also tied together. She was still unconscious, but after just over a minute, she also woke up. Waverly struggled against her bonds, as did Wynonna. "Let us out of here!" said Waverly. "Who are you?" said Wynonna, sure that their kidnapper could hear them. "What do you want?" A demon walked into the room. They could tell he was a demon because his face looked rather groteqsue. "I want to eat you," he said. "So, untie us and try," said Wynonna. "I need some time to decide how to eat you. I've got recipes for eating people, but I need something special for you, Wynonna Earp." "If you want me specifically, can you at least let Waverly go?" "So she can get help? No thanks. Besides, she's your sister. I'll be satisfied eating both of you." The demon walked up the stairs. Wynonna and Waverly struggled against their ropes again, but the demon had tied them tight. After only half an hour, Wynonna and Waverly felt something besides fear at being eaten by the demon. They had to go to the bathroom. Neither had used the bathroom since their morning pee, and they had drank an awful lot. "I have to go pee," said Waverly. "You should have gone before you left," said Wynonna. "And, I should have. I also have to pee." They started squirming again, this time due to their need to pee rather than trying to get free of their ropes. In their current positions, they couldn't even hold themselves or cross their legs. At least their legs weren't tied spread apart. "I hope the demon comes soon," said Wynonna. "As soon as he unties me, I'll beat him up and get you out of here." "What if he eats us first?" said Waverly. She was usually optimistic and determined to fight alongside her sister, but now she was terrified. Maybe it was the demon's creepy face, or maybe it was that their situation didn't seem escapable. Or maybe it was her need to pee which was growing by the minute. Wynonna wasn't feeling too confident herself, and continued to fidget where she sat, hoping she could at least hold it long enough to find a way to defeat the demon. In the kitchen, the demon was looking through a recipe book, and having a hard time choosing between about twenty of his favorite recipes, involving a variety of spices and different ways of cooking them, dead or alive. So many decisions. By the time he had decided and left the house, two hours had gone by since Wynonna and Waverly had woken up. By now Wynonna and Waverly really needed to go. They were fidgeting harder than ever. "I need to pee so bad!" said Waverly. "Me too," said Wynonna. "I REALLY have to go!" "I don't think I'm gonna make it." "Me neither... But if we can just hold it..." All they had drank was still going through them and filling up their bladders by the second. With each minute, the pressure intensified, and Wynonna and Waverly fidgeted harder. "If I'd only brought the Peacemaker..." Wynonna said, wishing with all her might she could at least cross her legs, for she was very uncomfortable. "You wouldn't be able to reach it anyway," said Waverly, trying to not make Wynonna feel responsible but adding a bigger sense of hopelessness to her. Right now she was more afraid of wetting her shorts than the demon. "If I can't find a way out of here soon I'm gonna wet my pants!" said Wynonna. The demon was currently taking his time stealing the ingredients for his recipe without making a scene, which took another hour. By the time he returned, Wynonna and Waverly were more desperate than they had ever been in their lives, and fidgeting harder, feeling the waves of pee sloshing inside them. "Mmmm... You look so tasty, trembling with fear!" said the demon. "We're not scared," said Waverly. "We just need to pee real bad!" "Can you let us use the bathroom?" said Wynonna, unable to hide her desperation and hoping she could also use the opportunity to catch the demon off guard and incapacitate him long enough to get the Peacemaker and use it on him, but for the moment worried about keeping her pants dry. "You'll just have to hold it," said the demon. "You won't want to eat us if we're soaked in pee." "Piss will add even more flavor." The demon drooled at the thought. Wynonna and Waverly were very disgusted at this. "At least hold it until I get you into the cauldron. I'm boiling you alive. You'll taste better if all the piss is in the water I'm boiling you in." Waverly leaked a little into her pink panties, and let out a whimper. The demon walked over to a cauldron in the middle of the room big enough to put a few people in, positioned a hose in front of it, and turned it on. As the hose began to fill the cauldron with water, the sound of running water made Waverly leak a little more, dampening her jean shorts. After about thirty seconds, Wynonna also leaked into her white panties. "That's just mean," said Waverly. "You're doing that on purpose." Wynonna and Waverly weren't the only ones leaking. The cauldron started to leak pretty badly. "Son of a bitch!" said the demon. "My cauldron broke! I need another one!" He ran up the stairs, annoyed that he'd have to wait before eating Wynonna. Wynonna and Waverly had been counting on fighting back as soon as the demon untied them to get them into the cauldron. Now their daring escape would have to be delayed, and they'd have to hold it for longer. Not only that, but the water the demon had already put in the cauldron was still leaking out, and the sound of trickling water increased Wynonna and Waverly's need to pee. Waverly was leaking every ten seconds now, and Wynonna was leaking a little every minute. "I really don't think I can hold it," said Waverly three minutes after the demon had left. Wynonna just fidgeted more, too embarrassed to reveal that she had leaked already and her jeans were a little damp. Over the next six minutes, Waverly was dribbling, and Wynonna was having a harder time holding it in, her leaks becoming slightly longer. Waverly whimpered. "I can't... it's coming out... I..." *Psssssssssssss* Wynonna could hear the sound emanating from Waverly as she soaked her already-damp jean shorts in front of her. A big puddle started to form under her butt, which expanded rapidly as Waverly continued to wet herself. "Ahhhhh," she sighed in relief. She couldn't help it. As humiliating as this was, she enjoyed the relief after holding it for so long. Wynonna felt very uncomfortable at Waverly's sigh of relief and the sound of her peeing, not to mention the smell that had now entered the room. It made her own need to pee greater, and she leaked for five seconds, wetting her jeans a little more. Waverly peed herself for just under two minutes. Her shorts were drenched, dry only at the sides, and there wasn't a dry spot left on her underwear.  She was a little embarrassed, but relieved to not have to hold it in anymore. "It's all right, Waves," said Wynonna, trying her best to comfort her sister. "You held it as long as you could, and-" She leaked again for five more seconds and fidgeted harder. "I'm barely able to hold on myself..." "Just let it all out," said Waverly. "You're probably not gonna make it, and it feels pretty good." "I can't..." Another jolt in her bladder. "I can't hold it..." The crotch of her pants was already wet and she felt like she was about to burst. She was able to hold it for another twenty minutes, leaking every once and a while, until finally, she was unable to stop her last leak, and began peeing full force. Wynonna moaned with embarrassment and relief as she soaked her jeans, still sitting with her knees up, and a big puddle grew where she sat. She could not believe she was wetting herself at age 28. Then again, Waverly had wet herself at 23 and hadn't held it as long as her. "Just let it out, Wynonna," said Waverly. "You'll feel better once it's done." Wynonna hung her head as she continued to pee uncontrollably, but she couldn't deny the relief felt amazing. She almost liked the warm wetness soaking her crotch and butt. A part of her could see why Waverly had seemed to like it as well. She was still peeing when the demon came in carrying his new cauldron. "Aw crap," said the demon as he saw Wynonna wetting her pants in front of him. "You couldn't have held it just a little longer?" He saw the puddle Waverly was sitting in as well. "Oh well. There's still plenty of piss on you." As the demon set up his cauldron, Wynonna finished peeing. She hadn't kept count, but she peed for just over two minutes, and felt immensely relieved. Her underwear was completely soaked, as was the crotch and butt of her jeans. Once the demon's cauldron was set up in place of his broken one, he filled it with water. Sitting in their wet jeans and shorts, Wynonna and Waverly knew beyond all doubt that if they'd made it to this point, they wouldn't have made it any further. Once the cauldron's water was boiling, the demon untied Wynonna's hands, inhaling deeply. Wynonna knew he was smelling the pee on her. "Now, be a good girl and slide forward a bit so I can tie your hands behind your back again. And don't even think about standing up or trying to untie your feet." Wynonna slid forward a bit in the puddle she had made on the floor. The demon stepped between the pole and Wynonna and reached for her arms, but she moved her head backward, hitting him and causing him to fall backward and hit his head on the pole. He collapsed in Wynonna's puddle, dazed, as Wynonna quickly untied her feet. She had just untied Waverly's hands when Doc Holliday walked in, carrying the Peacemaker. "The demon tried to be sneaky, but I saw him hauling the cauldron here," said Doc. "I couldn't find you, so I figured he must have you, and I picked up the Peacemaker and came here." He saw how wet Wynonna and Waverly were. "Did you wet your pants?" Wynonna blushed at her boyfriend seeing her like this. "Don't worry about it. If anything it makes you even sexier." She relaxed knowing he didn't think any less of her for her accident. Doc threw the Peacemaker to Wynonna, and she walked over to the demon, who was slowly recovering. "This is for making me and Wave wet ourselves, you bastard!" Wynonna shot the demon in the head. "Another day won," said Waverly. "I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go home and change. I wet myself really bad." She giggled a bit, as though she found it more enjoyable than humiliating. Wynonna felt more embarrassed about peeing herself, but she didn't mind as much after Doc's reaction. Waverly walked home in her wet shorts, and as soon as she reached the bathroom, she sat in the shower and peed again. In the time it had taken Wynonna to wet herself, and for her to get home, the rest of the pee had gone through her. As Waverly turned the shower on without undressing first, she suspected she had discovered a new fetish. Wynonna, meanwhile, sat on the park bench with Doc, still in her wet pants, but she didn't care, and neither did Doc.
I might be getting more confidence back because I'm posting another story now, this one with original characters. Also, I named the horse after a dog in My Little Pony. Riding Desperation Stella was about to compete in a horse race. She was wearing a red T-shirt and a pair of skintight light brown riding pants (jodhpurs). She was a very attractive country girl, 24 years of age, with long blonde hair. She also had a lot of pride, and was racing against her cocky and arrogant rival, Terrence. It was a hot day out, so she drank five whole bottles of soda. She got on top of her horse, Winona, and started to ride. The race was on a track that went around all of Chicago - and it was five laps! Just as she was starting her second lap, she needed to pee. She considered stopping at one of the outhouses on the side of the track, Terrence was just behind her. She didn't want to lose to him. She decided to hold it. By the time she started her third lap, she really needed to go. She pushed Winona to run faster so she could win the race and find a bathroom! She was fidgeting atop Winona for the entire third lap, and became even more desperate by the fourth lap. She could feel waves of pee sloshing inside her. If she didn't find relief soon, she was going to wet her pants! She looked behind her. There was no sign of any other riders. She decided to stop at the side of the track and pee there. She pulled on Winona's reigns, and she skidded to a stop. Stella jumped off Winona and walked to the side of the track. She had just pulled her pants down when Winona reared back, whinnying loudly. Stella turned to the left, and saw Terrence fast approaching. Stella groaned, pulled her pants back up, and hopped back on Winona's back. Terrence had just passed her when she started riding again, in desperate need of a bathroom and very annoyed. She had thought she was finally going to get relief! "See you at the finish line!" taunted Terrence as he was ahead of Winona. Stella slapped Winona's butt as hard as she could, making her run faster, both to beat Terrence and to get to a bathroom. The pressure in her bladder was intense, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it. She held herself with one hand while holding Winona's reins with the other, squirming where she sat. Occasionally Terrence would look behind him to see how far ahead of Stella he was, and noticed her fidgeting and holding herself, a pained expression on her face. "Looks like someone has to go to the bathroom! You should probably take a pit stop, or you'll have an accident! That's why I used the bathroom before the race!" Stella hadn't peed all day, and she had to admit Terrence had a point. She had to pee really badly and it was all her fault for not using the bathroom at all today, not even for a morning pee. She pushed Winona to run faster, and she slowly started to catch up to Terrence. The pee was still sloshing around inside her and the throbbing in her bladder increased by the minute. She hoped it would rain. Then she could just pee and no one would notice cause she was already wet. But there wasn't a cloud in the sky. She was sweating quite a bit from the heat and her intense need to pee, but not enough to show up on her pants, so if she wet herself, everyone would know. Another jolt from her bladder told her she should just find an outhouse and pee. But, she couldn't. She didn't want to lose to Terrence. If he beat her he'd taunt her all her life that he was a better rider than her, and she couldn't use the defense that she had to go to the bathroom because she had put herself in this position. As Stella and Winona were starting to get past Terrence, Terrence threw a rock at Winona. Winona reared back, and Stella fell on her butt. Pain exploded through her rear and she leaked a little into her underwear, but she managed to hold the rest of it in. Stopping only to rub her sore butt, she climbed back on Winona and rode faster than ever, both out of desperation and to catch Terrence. As the fifth lap began, Stella started to catch up to Terrence again. She REALLY needed to go, and one more long lap and she could find a bathroom! She considered trying to sabotage Terrence, but she couldn't think of how. She had nothing she could throw at Terrence or his horse. As she got beside Terrence, she leaked a little more. She whimpered and put both her hands on her crotch. Terrence chuckled at this. Without Stella gripping the reins, she nearly fell off Winona, but with one hand she grabbed the reins again and kicked Winona's sides, causing Winona to run faster and pull ahead of Terrence. They were halfway done the lap when Stella was ahead of Terrence. The horses were getting a little tired, but the race was almost done. Stella still had to go to the bathroom really badly. "No... no!" said Terrence, who couldn't make his horse run faster. Stella was going to win. But hopefully she'd wet herself and be humiliated all the same! As the finish line came into view, Stella felt a little relieved. The race was almost over. She could find relief soon. Another twinge from her bladder made her more panicked. She tried to cross her legs, but couldn't while she was riding. And then, her bladder finally gave out. Stella wet her pants. She blushed beet red as her pants grew warm and wet, though she couldn't deny the relief felt good. She was still peeing when she crossed the finish line. "And the winner is... Stella! And Terrence gets the silver trophy," The announcer added as Terrence crossed the finish line, looking annoyed, but it changed to smugness when he saw Stella wetting herself. The audience started to laugh as well. "Stella wet her pants!" taunted Terrence. "The only reason she won is because she was desperate to get to a bathroom! I would have won otherwise!" "I still won," said Stella with as much dignity as she could muster in her current state. "Next time I'll pee before the race and I'll still beat you! The only reason you even pulled ahead was cause I was stoppin' to pee on the side of the track!" Terrence couldn't argue with this, and stomped off in a rage. Stella played around in the mud before collecting her trophy. Far less embarrassing to be covered in mud than to have wet her pants. She claimed her trophy and then went home to change, taking a long bubblebath in her dirty riding pants before she did so. The end
I think I am getting some of my confidence back, but only for here. Here's another Rainbow Dash story, Equestria Girls. Rainbow Dash's Swimsuit Desperation It was a hot summer day. At 1:00, the girls were planning to meet up and go to the swimming pool. Twilight Sparkle could have driven them, but they preferred to walk today. In the morning, Rainbow Dash was running around a racetrack at top speed for exercise. Half an hour in she was completely soaked with sweat, even her hair and her pink skirt that she wore over her skintight shorts as usual. So she drank lots of water and cider that she brought with her. When she was done, she ran home and had a light lunch, as well as drinking three whole bottles of soda and seven glasses of water. She was cooled down now by the end of it. It was almost 1:00, so she changed into her swimsuit, a rainbow midriff tank top and short, pink swim shorts, and ran to Canterlot High to meet her friends. Once all the girls were there, they started walking towards the pool. "Where's your change of clothes, Rainbow Dash?" said Twilight. "I didn't bring one. When we walk back, the sun will probably dry me off anyway." "Same here," said Pinkie Pie, who, instead of wearing her bodysuit that she usually used as a swimsuit, was wearing a white and pink T-shirt and jean shorts. But no one ever questioned her, for there were much weirder things she liked to do. They were halfway to the pool when Rainbow Dash had to pee. All she had drank was now going through her, but she didn't tell the other girls. She secretly loved peeing in the pool and was afraid Rarity, Twilight, and Sunset Shimmer would be disgusted by it. So, she wanted to hold it until then and not use the bathroom until she reached the pool. As they walked the second half of the trip there, Rainbow felt her need to pee increase fast. Three quarters of ther way there she could feel an intense urge to pee, but she knew she could hold it. She'd been at this level of desperation before. After an uncomfortable walk - to which she was more excited than nervous about releasing her bladder in the pool - they saw a note on the door to the pool. CLOSED DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES "Oh come on!" said Rainbow Dash, holding herself for a second and then withdrawing her hand to hide her desperation. "We can still go swimming at the beach," said Sunset. "Yeah, beach is fun!" said Pinkie Pie. "And there's bathrooms there so we can change into our swimsuits," said Twilight. The beach was on the opposite side of town. As they walked, Rainbow Dash could feel her bladder get more full every minute, as if a fountain was pouring a steady stream into it. She had drank a lot and she knew it hadn't all gone through her yet. She wished she had brought her geode so she could race to the beach and pee in the water, then return to the girls soaking wet with nothing but water, probably to dry off before they all arrived. Rainbow let out a groan as the pressure intensified. She knew the way to the beach so she ran ahead of the other girls, holding herself with one hand to avoid wetting her swimsuit before going into the water. "What was that, Rainbow Dash?" said Sunset. "I'm just real excited about going swimming," said Rainbow. With her in front of everyone else, and her back turned to them, no one could see where her right hand was. As they walked by a convenience store, Twilight said "Stop! We're real thirsty, and we could use a drink." Rainbow had to agree to this. She was very thirsty despite all she had drank. Twilight bought them all a large slushy, which Rainbow drank very fast, getting a brain freeze, but it didn't bother her as much as how badly she needed to pee. Though she was very refreshed and cooled down a bit, she knew her desperation would only increase from her latest drink. There were several places they walked by with bathrooms in them, and Rainbow considered stopping to use those bathrooms. But, she wanted to pee in the water. She loved how it suddenly made the water warmer around her, and thought it was kind of funny for Rarity to swim around in it. But she didn't want to humiliate herself by wetting her shorts out of the water, in front of all her friends. After a half-hour walk which felt like hours to Rainbow Dash, the beach finally came into view. Rainbow wasted no time in running toward the water, feeling the pee sloshing around in her as she did. She stopped as she saw the beach roped off. A man was there watching the ocean. "Why is the beach closed down?" said Rainbow, holding herself with both hands. "Someone saw three sharks in the water," said the man. "Once they catch them, then the beach reopens." He noticed how desperate Rainbow was. "But you can still use the bathrooms." Rainbow ran back to the other girls. "There's sharks in the water so we gotta swim somewhere else." She considered using the bathroom now, since it didn't seem like they could swim today. "How about that pond at the park?" said Fluttershy. "It's always fun to swim there." "And they've got outhouses so we can change," said Applejack. "Sounds good," said Twilight. "Let's go." (AN: A lot of those have "No swimming" signs, but in this story, they don't, and are perfectly safe) As soon as they left, the man caught a glimpse of three shark fins, so he hopped in a boat and caught them in a net - only to find that it was Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, and Sonata Dusk, with diving masks, grey wetsuits, and rubber shark fins attached to their backs. The trip from the beach to the pond was slightly longer than the trip from Canterlot High to the swimming pool. Rainbow Dash really needed to go, the throbbing in her bladder getting more intense by the minute. She was now holding herself with both hands and sweating a bit more than the other girls. "You all right there, Rainbow Dash?" said Applejack. "I'm fine," said Rainbow nervously. "If you gotta go to the bathroom, just say so. There's several along the way. We can wait a little longer." Rainbow blushed a little. "Don't tell the other girls this, except maybe Pinkie Pie, but I want to wait until we get to the pond so I can pee in the water." "You look like you might not make it till then," said Applejack. "And between you and me, ah like to pee in the water too. So does Pinkie Pie." That didn't surprise her. "I just don't think Rarity, Twilight, or Sunset will like that very much." She moaned as she leaked a little into her swim shorts. "Don't worry, I'll be quiet." By the time they reached the park, Rainbow Dash felt like she was about to burst. To her relief, the pond was not closed off. "Yes!" said Rainbow, taking her hands off her crotch (revealing a small damp spot) and raising her fist in the air. Another jolt from her bladder reminded her of how badly she needed to pee, and she was about to run and jump into the pond. "Me first!" said Pinkie, running in front of her. "Cannonball!" She jumped into the water, making a big splash. The splash was too much for Rainbow. Before she could get moving, a soft hissing noise could be heard and Rainbow's pink shorts grew wetter and wetter. "Um... Rainbow Dash?" said Fluttershy timidly. Rainbow stood there, blushing beet red as she soaked her swim shorts. Rivers of pee flowed down her legs and formed a big puddle on the concrete path where she stood. A part of her liked the relief and the warm wetness, but the shame of wetting herself in front of all her friends kept her from enjoying it. "Oh no... Rainbow Dash..." said Twilight. "You should've gone at the beach, sugarcube," said Applejack, who still felt bad for Rainbow. "Come on in, the water's great!" said Pinkie. She looked at the other girls and saw Rainbow using her swim shorts as a toilet. "Oh... Quick, Dashie! Get into the water!" Rainbow was too embarrassed to move. She peed for just over three minutes, and then stood there in her pee-soaked shorts. Her beautiful legs glistened with pee. "Oh, don't feel ashamed, darling," said Rarity, patting Rainbow on the back. "We still love you, and you're going to get wet anyway." "You don't want me swimming with you after I wet myself," said Rainbow, trying hard not to sniffle. "Don't ever tell anybody else this, but, usually when I go for a swim, I pee in the water," said Rarity. "So do I," said Sunset. "Me too," said Twilight. "Um... so do I," said Fluttershy quietly. Rainbow felt a lot better at this, even though she knew it was different from peeing herself out of the water. "I'd give you a hug, but I don't want to get pee all over you before you change into your swimsuits." Rainbow felt how wet her shorts were. "I really needed to go, didn't I?" she added, trying to make light of her accident. She jumped into the water and swam around with Pinkie Pie as the other girls changed at the outhouse one by one and joined them. All of them peed in the water, even Rainbow, because the rest of the pee went through her very quickly. They each sighed in relief as they did so, and Rainbow and Pinkie had to stifle some chuckles when it was Rarity's turn.
Author's note: This is a sequel to "Issei, Rias and Akeno: Trapped in the Men's Room" and its predecessor  "Issei, Asia, and the Beach Bathroom Incident"  Just like the other stories, this one takes place in the world of Highschool DXD.  Hope you enjoy. It was a sunny Wednesday morning and Issei was taking advantage of the summer vacation to sleep in as much as he wanted.  As he lay in bed having his usual dream of achieving his goal of becoming Harem King, Asia walked into his room and sat on the bed.  “Issei, it’s time to wake up,” said Asia as she began nudging him.  Issei rolled over to face her, slightly irritated that his pleasant dream had been interrupted “Five more minutes,” whined Issei. “But Rias said that we need to be at the school by 10 o’clock and it’s almost 9:30,” said a worried Asia as she began nudging him harder to get him to wake up. “But it’s summer vacation.  Just tell her I’m not feeling well and go on without me,” said Issei as he rolled back over. “Come on Issei,” cried Asia, “we need to obey Rias’s orders”.  However, Issei had already fallen back to sleep.  “I guess I have no choice,” said Asia as she whistled for her dragon familiar, Rassei.  As the blue baby dragon came into the room Asia ordered it to do whatever it took to wake Issei up.  Suddenly the dragon opened its mouth and blasted Issei with a powerful electric shock. “I’m up!  I’m up!” cried Issei as he jumped out of bed.  “Please just call him off” “Alright,” said Asia.  “Please get ready.”  She and her familiar left the room for Issei to get dressed.  As he was dressing himself in his school uniform, he wondered why Rias wanted to see them. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Asia and Issei made it to the Occult Research clubroom just a few minutes before ten.  As they entered they saw what looked like an exhausted Rias leaning back on the couch.  “Are you okay?” asked Issei as he walked over and sat in one of the chairs across from her. “I’m fine,” said Rias as Akeno walked in and placed a cup of tea in front of her.  “I just spent the last two hours explaining to the student council how the damage to the boy’s locker room occurred and arguing about who should be the one to fix it since we don’t have the money in our club’s budget to pay for the repairs.  Unfortunately, we’re stuck paying for the repairs.” “Are we going to be all right?” asked a worried Asia. “Everything is going to be just fine.  Akeno and I will be taking a trip to the Underworld to ask my brother for help,” said Rias calmly. “Wait a sec, you’re going to ask the king of the underworld, Sirzechs, to pay for something we broke?” asked a stunned Issei.  “Won’t we get in trouble?” “My brother is pretty understanding so I don’t think it should be too much of an issue.  However, I didn’t call you two here to talk to you about this,” replied Rias.  She turned her head and yelled, “Koneko, Kiba, you can come in now.”  Seconds later, the two entered the room and stood behind Rias, awaiting their orders.  Rias turned her attention back to Asia and Issei.  “It has come to my attention that the two of you have not been fulfilling your devil contract quota.  That being said, Kiba will be accompanying Asia when performing her contracts today while Koneko will be supervising Issei.  Both Kiba and Koneko have the client information you will need for today.” “Why do I have to be stuck with the pervert?” whined Koneko as she gave Issei a look of pure disgust. “Because you two need to learn to get along better.  If he does anything perverted towards you, you have my permission to punish him, but please try to hold back,” said Rias.  As she looked at Issei, she could see that he was extremely uncomfortable with the whole situation.  “Issei, if you can work together with Koneko and I get good reviews from her and you clients, then I will let you do any one thing you want to me.” “Are you serious?” asked Issei, no longer able to contain his excitement.  “Would you let me touch your boobs?” “If that is what you want, then yes.  But should you fail any of the tasks your clients assign you or receive a poor review from Koneko, then I will punish you.”  As Rias said this, a small red and black pentagram materialized in the air above her palm.  The very sight of it reminded Issei of the time she had spanked him using magic.  It had hurt so bad that he had trouble sitting for several days afterwards.  As Rias stood up she said, “Everybody has their assingments.  Now let’s get moving people.” As Rias and Akeno began making their teleportation circle for their trip to the Underworld, Akeno walked up to Issei and sadistically whispered, “Good luck.  Try not to die.”  Before Issei could say anything back, Akeno and Rias teleported away. “I guess it’s our turn,” said Kiba to Asia as he readied a teleportation circle to take them to their first client.  As they entered the circle, Kiba shouted, “Good luck you two,” before disappearing. “Come on, pervert,” said Koneko as she began preparing their circle. “Um Koneko, I still can’t use a teleportation circle,” said Issei. “You really are useless aren’t you,” said Koneko coldly.  “I guess we’ll set out on foot then.”  As Koneko made her way to the door, both she and Issei couldn’t help but think about how it was going to be a long day. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… There was an uncomfortable silence between them as they walked through the town.  “How many clients do I have today,” asked Issei doing his best to break the awkward silence.  “Just two,” replied Koneko, not even trying to mask the disdain in her voice.  While Koneko didn’t necessarily hate Issei, she thought that he was a hopeless pervert who got by on a combination of luck and having access to a powerful boosted gear.  She couldn’t understand why the other three girls seemed to like him so much because from her standpoint, any good qualities Issei might have had, were eclipsed by his perverted tendencies. Issei could hear the disdain in her voice and wondered what it was that he had done to make her dislike him so much.  While it was true that he did a lot of perverted things, some of them by accident, he had never done anything intentionally perverted towards her because he knew that she could easily beat the crap out of him if she wanted to.  Issei became so lost in thought as he racked his brain over all of the things he could have possibly done to make her hate him so much that he didn’t realize that they had reached the apartment complex where his first client lived.  He was suddenly brought back to reality when Koneko stated, “We’re here.”  She then rang the doorbell of the apartment.  As Issei looked at his surroundings, he had a feeling that he already knew who his first client was going to be. A few seconds passed before a bespectacled man with long black hair answered the door.  It was none other than Morisawa, a frequent client of Issei and Koneko’s who loved playing video games and dressing up Koneko in various cosplay outfits.  “Well if it isn’t Issei and Koneko.  I’m glad that it was you two who were sent to fulfill my request.  Please come inside.”  The two devils did as they were told.  As he offered them both something to drink, Morisawa said, “At first, I thought that Issei was going to come and that I would get a rematch against him in that game we were playing last time, but now that I have Koneko here it looks like I will have to change my plans a little.”  Issei noticed that Morisawa was blushing and avoiding eye contact with Koneko and instantly remembered that this guy liked Lolita-like characters, thus his fascination with Koneko. “I’m sorry but I am merely observing today,” said Koneko, her voice not as cold to Morisawa on account of him being a frequent client.  “Please do what you had planned.” “Fine,” said Morisawa, obviously depressed.  Turning to Issei he said, “In addition to our rematch, I also wanted to try out this new game with you.  Do you think you are man enough to beat me?” “Bring it,” said Issei as he prepared to go up against the toughest videogamer he had ever faced.  As the two became lost in their videogame battles, Koneko watched on in silence.  Four hours into the videogame marathon, Koneko had drunken almost half a liter of tea.  Feeling a slight need to pee, she thought about asking if she could use Morisawa’s bathroom only to reject the idea as soon as it popped her head.  Koneko knew Morisawa well enough to know that he probably placed a hidden camera in there when he had snuck off to use the restroom earlier.  Not wanting to take that chance, she decided it could wait a little longer.  “We still have another client to visit.” “Alright,” said a depressed Issei having lost almost every match he had played against Morisawa.  As the two left, Issei called out, “Next time we meet we’ll have a rematch.” “Bet on it,” replied Morisawa. “You’re an idiot,” said Koneko to Issei as they walked away. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As the two were walking back through town, they were stopped by a girl in a maid costume handing out tissue packets with a café’s name on them.  “Please take one sir,” said the maid girl as she handed the tissues to Issei.  She then turned to Koneko and offered her a packet as well. “No thanks,” said Koneko rather coldly. “I’ll take it for her,” said Issei.  The maid girl gave Issei the other packet.  Sweet, thought Issei as he took the second packet and thought about how he had just run out of tissues last night. Almost as if Koneko could read what Issei was really thinking, she said, “You’re a true pervert.  No wonder there are never any tissues in your house.” “That’s not true,” said an embarrassed Issei trying to do damage control.  As he looked at the maid girl, she gave him a disgusted look and told him to drop dead before walking away.  Despite wanting to cry at having been humiliated in such a fashion, he decided to suck it up and keep moving forward.  As they continued their way to the next client, Issei once again thought about why Koneko hated him so much. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. When they arrived at the second client’s apartment, Issei knew exactly who he was going to be dealing with.  Shortly after ringing the doorbell, a man answered the door.  It was none other than Mil-tan, a body builder who not only dreamed of becoming a magical girl but dressed like one as well and had a habit of ending his sentences with the word “Nyo”.  “Issei please come in Nyo.  Today we’ll be watching an anime marathon featuring my favorite magical girls Nyo.”  Mil-tan then noticed Koneko and asked, “Is this one of your friends Nyo?  If so she is more than welcome to join us Nyo.” As Issei and Koneko entered the apartment, Koneko couldn’t help but feel amazed yet slightly disgusted at how much this client truly idolized magical girls enough to want to become one.  She sat down with the two of them for what would become a six-hour anime marathon.  By the time it was over, Koneko was squirming far worse than she had when she had been at the first client’s house.  “May I use your restroom,” she asked. “Sure Nyo.  It’s down the hall and to the left Nyo,” replied Mil-tan.  Koneko made her way to the bathroom.  As soon as she entered and sat down on the toilet, she realized that the bathroom wall was covered in posters of magical girls, all of them seemingly starting at her to the point that it was uncomfortable.  She quickly pulled up her panities and left the bathroom without going, all the while hanging onto the belief that she could hang on until she got home.  “Issei, we should probably be heading back now,” said Koneko, doing her best to hide the desperation in her voice. “Alright,” said Issei.  “See you later Mil-tan.”  And with that they were off on their way back home. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Unfortunatley, for Koneko, Mil-tan’s apartment was rather far from Issei’s house, where she and the other members of the Occult Research Club had been living.  With every step she took, she could feel a sharp stabbing sensation in her bladder.  The sun had already gone down and as they walked she noticed the streetlights were coming on.  Then in the distance she noticed that lights were coming on in the park.  Thinking that there could be a bathroom in the park, she suddenly took off at full speed, all the while hoping that her bladder would not give out.  If Koneko had bothered to turn around, she would have seen the confused look on Issei’s face as he ran after her.  Of course, he was no match for Koneko’s speed and soon lost sight of her as they entered the park. Within minutes, Koneko reached the park bathrooms but was shocked to see that the ladies’ room was out of order.  For a moment, she considered going into the men’s’ room but decided against it because she feared that her reputation might take a hit if someone from school were to see her go in.  She decided that she would go back and find Issei and try to hold it to until she got home.  A couple minutes later, Koneko’s bladder was in such bad pain that she was practically hobbling.  Suddenly she felt something warm and wet hit her panties.  “Not here, not now,” she said desperately as she looked around.  Then from the corner of her eye, she noticed some tall bushes and decided that it was better to go behind the bushes then wet herself.  She quickly ducked behind the bushes and lifted her skirt while pulling down her blue and white-striped panties that were now partially soiled.   She took a deep breath and began to relieve herself into the grass beneath her. “Koneko, where are you?” yelled Issei as he was still trying to find her.  While he was running, he didn’t notice the can on the ground in front of him and as he stepped on it, he lost his footing and fell sideways into a large bush.  “Ouch,” he said as he pulled himself out from the bush.  As he opened his eyes he was shocked to see Koneko squatting on the ground with a fountain of golden liquid flowing from between her legs and crashing down in a huge foamy puddle.  Issei quickly shot to his feet and said, “Koneko, it’s not what you think, I wasn’t spying or anything, I just happened to slip and….” “PERVERT!!!” she screamed angrily as she pinched off her stream and jumped up in an attempt to give him an uppercut.  Luckily for Issei, Koneko stepped forward and slipped in her piss puddle, causing her to fall backwards.  Issei couldn’t help but stare at Koneko who was now covered in her own piss.  Suddenly he noticed that her usual cold expression had been replaced with a look of embarrassment and anger.  Taking a closer look, he could see tears forming in the corner of her eyes.  Not really thinking about what she might do to him, Issei quickly scooped her up in his arms and began running for the restrooms.  “LET ME GO!” screamed Koneko, but Issei didn’t listen As they arrived at the restroom area, Issei ran into the men’s restroom with Koneko still in his arms after seeing that the ladies’ room was blocked off.  “Don’t worry, there is nobody around here at this time of night,” said Issei as he set her down.  By this point, Koneko realized that Issei was simply trying to help her out.  Koneko walked over to the stalls only to realize that all of them had had their doors ripped off.  Issei noticed this too and said, “I won’t look.  Just do what you have to do.”  As he said it he turned his back to her to give her some privacy. “Thank you,” muttered Koneko so quietly that Issei didn’t hear it.  She walked into one of the stalls and hiked up her skirt.  Her panties were still around her ankles from earlier.  As she sat down, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about not only having been caught peeing by a guy but that she now had to pee in that same man’s presence.  Her thoughts only served to make her more and more pee shy.  Issei quickly realized this when he didn’t hear any pee sounds.  From the corner of his eye, he could see that Koneko was sitting on the toilet, her hands covering her face to hide her shame.  Issei knew that he had to do something. “Well since I’m here I guess I’ll go to,” he said as he walked over to the urinal that was directly across from the stall that Koneko was in.  The urinal hung to the floor and had a bowl shamed bottom.  As he unzipped his pants and whipped it out, he couldn’t help but feel a little pee shy himself.  However, he quickly remembered how Akeno and Rias and tried to help him get over his pee shyness while they were locked in the bathroom roughly four days ago, and how it had sort of helped him.  Plus, it wasn’t like Koneko could see everything from her point of view anyway.  He took a deep breath and began peeing.  As he did so, he was painfully aware that Koneko was now staring at him. Koneko watched in fascination as a stream came down from between Issei’s legs and hit the porcelain of the urinal.  At first, she thought he was doing it to be crude, but she soon realized that he was doing it to help her go.   Once she realized this, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and once again let forth the gushing river she had been holding back all day.  As her piss hit the toilet water, it made a loud slapping sound that filled the entire bathroom.  Issei didn’t even need to turn around to know that Koneko’s face was red with embarrassment.  Thinking quickly, he decided that the only way to reduce Koneko’s embarrassment would be if he peed louder than her.  Using all the force he could muster, he managed to make his piss stream strong enough that it’s very sound was enough to eclipse that of Koneko’s stream. It took about three minutes to empty their bladders.  As soon as Issei finished up, he walked backwards towards the stall that Koneko was in and proceded to take off his school blazer.  He handed it back to her and said, “It’s not good to stay in those wet clothes.  Put this on.”  Koneko took the blazer from him.  Issei then fished into his pocket and handed her one of the packets of tissues he had received earlier in the day.  Koneko grabbed the packet of tissues as well and mumbled something of a thank you, once again too low for Issei to understand what she was saying.  Issei then positioned himself in front of the stall so as to block the view of anyone who might come into the bathroom.  All the while, he never once turned around to face her.  As Koneko took her wet clothes off and cleaned herself off with the tissues, Issei asked, “Koneko, do you hate me?  Did I do something to make you hate me?”  As Issei asked this, Koneko had just finished putting on Issei’s blazer.  Koneko couldn’t help but feel bad for the way she had been treating him lately.  Without realizing it, she reached out her hand and grabbed the back of his shirt.  “Most of the time you’re a good for nothing pervert, but you genuinely care about the welfare of those around you.  I can’t say whether I like or dislike you, but I don’t hate you.  However, if you tell anybody about what happened here or about what I said I swear I’ll kill you.” Issei began to laugh.  “That’s a relief.  I seriously thought you hated me.  It makes me happy to hear you say that.” Koneko was stunned by Issei’s reaction to her answer.  How could a guy be so cheerful after being told that a girl didn’t like or dislike him?  “Issei, do you hate me?” she blurted out.  Issei paused for a moment.  Koneko began mentally preparing herself for a horrible answer. “You get violent when you’re angry and you tend insult me a lot,” said Issei.  “But I still like you because you’re my friend and teammate.” “Masochist,” responded Koneko.  If Issei had turned around he would have seen a blushing Koneko smiling.  It took a moment to regain herself.  “Alright, lets head back.”  And so, the two set off for home. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As soon as they got back to the house, Koneko snuck off to the bathroom to better clean herself up.  However, before she did, she left Issei’s blazer in front of the bathroom door.  Once Issei had his blazer back, he went back up to his room and changed into something more comfortable.  As he lay down on the bed, he couldn’t help but think about the day’s events and how he felt a little bit closer to Koneko as a result of it.  He then heard a knock at his door.  “Come in,” said Issei.  He watched as Asia came in. “I’m doing laundry now.  Do you want me to wash your blazer?” asked Asia.  Issei nodded his head.  Asia walked over to Issei’s bed and grabbed the blazer.  The moment she did, something blue with white stripes fell out of the blazer and onto to the floor.  “What’s this?” asked Asia as she picked it up and unbunched it.   To her shock, it was a pair of urine stained panties. Realizing that Koneko must have slipped the panties into his blazer earlier and forgotten to mention it to him, Issei quickly said, “Asia, it’s not what you think.” “It’s alright Issei, I understand what’s going on,” said Asia feeling as though she now had an opportunity to get ahead of Akeno and Rias in the race for Issei’s heart.  Of course, Issei had a gut feeling that Asia was misreading the situation.  He watched in shock as she lifted her skirt and exposed her panties to him.  “You should have told me that you like urine stained panties.   I would gladly give you mine if you want them.” Issei jumped up, grabbed hold of Asia’s hands, and made her pull her skirt back down to where it belonged.  “It’s not like that!” he screamed. “Well what is it like then?” asked a familiar voice coming from the doorway.  As Issei turned his head, he saw Rias was standing in the door way with a cheerful smile on her face, but Issei knew that behind that smile that she was pissed.  “Please tell me why you have Koneko’s panties in your room and why they have pee stains on them.” Realizing that Koneko might kill him if he told Rias the truth, Issei decided to lie.  “I lost a bet with a couple of guy friends and had to wear panties so I randomly grabbed a pair from the dirty laundry.  I guess I accidentally got excited and peed a little.  I then placed the panties in my blazer in order to hide them until I could wash them.”  As soon as he said it, he noticed a look of disgust on Rias’s face. “Asia, please leave and close the bedroom door behind you,” ordered Rias in a calm tone.  Asia did as she said as she knew full well that Rias was angry.  Rias walked over to the bed and sat down.  “Issei get on your hands and knees on the bed now.  Make sure you’re facing the doorway.”  Issei did as he was told.  As he got into position, he turned his head and once again saw the floating pentagram on the palm of Rias’s hand. “Aaaaaahhhhhh!” screamed Issei as Rias’s magically infused hand slapped his ass.  There would be another 99 blows where that came from. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… It was now midnight and Issei lay on his bed facing the doorway.  The spankings he had received had left him unable to move.  As he lay there asking what had he done to deserve this, he heard a knock on his door.  As the door opened, Koneko walked in and from the looks of it she had something big in her hands that she would most likely use to clobber him with.  “Please don’t hurt me,” begged Issei.  “I didn’t tell anybody about what happened.” “I know,” said Koneko as she walked up to him.  She was now close enough for him to see that she was holding a large ice pack.  As she placed it on his butt she said, “I can’t believe you lied to Rias and took 100 magic infused spankings just to keep our secret.  Why did you do it?” Issei lifted his head up off the mattress and said, “I did it because it’s against my principles to embarrass a cute girl in order to save myself.” “You think I’m cute,” muttered a blushing Koneko.  She instantly regretted the remark as soon as it came out of her mouth.  Fortunately for her, Issei wasn’t paying attention to her.  She then managed to gather herself enough to thank him for helping her and for keeping quiet about what had happened.  As she left the room, her heart was racing a little as she said to herself, “There is absolutely no way I’m ever going to fall for that pervert.”
Hey everyone! I've been absent a while, but I'm back, and I think this time for good while! I have a couple stories I'm working on, and this is the beginning of but one of them. As this is the introduction, I used it to set up the rest of the vacation, and showcase some of the omo content. I promise as the story progresses there will be more instances of desperation and on some occasions, wetting; however, I am a fan of plot and want to hopefully balance the two. Other than that, please enjoy what I have to offer, and let me know what you think in the comments!  “Damn that turbulence was fucking insane!” Erika exclaimed as she walked off the plane. “Erika Chaillet,” her mother Amy chided, “Watch your tongue!” “Well, she wasn’t wrong,” her little sister Kiera muttered under her breath. The Chaillet family had just flown from the States to Europe to for their first ever family cruise. Andrew Chaillet had gotten a promotion at his job while Amy had gotten an end of the year bonus, so they decided to splurge a little —or a lot— on a 10-day cruise around the Mediterranean. As a family, they did well for themselves, and decided to stay in Spain for a few days after the Cruise. “Hurry now! We have to get a connecting flight, and we were delayed because of the storm, we’re actually quite lucky they allowed us to land so soon, else we may have missed it.” Andrew urged his family. “But Dad! I need to go to the bathroom! I couldn’t on the plane because of the turbulence!” Claire complained. “Maybe if we get to the gate with time to spare, but right now we need to hurry,” Andrew stated with a sympathetic glance to his youngest daughter. Claire merely groaned, but picked up her pace. ~ The Chaillet family lived in Florida and belonged to a nice suburban neighborhood that allowed them to send their kids to one of the best schools in the State. The eldest daughter, Riley would be a senior in college following summer. She was 21 with brunette hair flowing to around her shoulders. She stood around 5’7” and had an otherwise petite frame. The entirety of the Chaillet women held smaller frames. Pert breasts, and firm butts. Erika often claimed they were bred for the beach. Both Riley and her younger sister Erika (5’7”), who is 20, had blue eyes with brunette hair. Their younger sisters Kiera (the tallest of the girls at 5’9”) and Claire (5’5”), 17 and 15 respectively had blonde hair and hazel eyes. Their mother Amy stood at 5’6” with blonde hair and blue eyes, with the respectable age of 45. Andrew stood tallest among the family at 5’10” with brown hair and hazel eyes. He was a fit man for 47 and could usually be seen wearing a pair of glasses for his rather terrible eyesight. ~ Andrew’s slightly longer gait was eating up the ground faster than was comfortable for the other 5, but they managed to navigate the airport well enough. Erika noticed Riley lag a little bit due to her rapid texting. Knowing their parents wouldn’t be pleased with them using their international data so soon, she fell back a bit to see what was up. “What’s up with you?” she inquired. “Oh, so you know that guy I told you about on the way to the airport? He texted me right before they made us turn off our electronics.” Riley gushed. She had been pining after this guy most of spring semester, but he had been in a relationship. “Really? That’s awesome!” Erika high-fived Riley, looking back, realized they had lost sight of the other four. “Shit.” ~ “Last call: Boarding flight 231 to Salerno, Italy” the message could be heard throughout that portion of the airport. Andrew ran the last couple of yards, slightly out of breath, “Yes! That’s us, we made it! Whew, that was a close one.” He rambled to the airline employee. The women smiled at him, “That you did! Tickets?” Andrew withdrew six tickets and handed them to her, “Alright ladies, let’s board!” “But Dad, can I use the bathroom really quick please? It’s right there!” Claire exclaimed, squeezing her thighs slightly, pleading with her eyes. Before Andrew could answer, he noticed Riley and Erika were missing. “Where’s your sisters?” “Sir I must insist you all board, the gate will close with or without your family in 2 minutes.” The attendant insisted. “Umm alright,” he turned to Amy, “Bring Kiera and Claire on board, I’ll follow once I find the other two.” And quickly backtracked a couple dozen yards. ~  “Last call: Boarding flight 231 to Salerno, Italy” “Isn’t that our plane?” Riley asked Erika. “Oh fuck, Dad’s going to kiiilllll us. Do you remember what the gate was?” Instead Riley grabbed Erika’s hand and hopped on a couple of benches to look for their family. ~ Andrew was relieved when he saw his two wayward daughter a top a bench, and quickly brought them to the gate with him. “Hey, gate still open?” He asked out of breath. “Just in time, enjoy your flight,” the attendant smiled and waved them through. ~ “What were you two thinking, we could’ve missed our flight!” Andrew chided his two eldest. The girls mumbled their apologies, and sat in the only empty seats on an entirely packed plane. The plane started moving, when they heard an argument break out in the back of the plane. They saw their mother talking to one of the flight attendants before giving up and ushering a blushing Claire back to her seat next to the girls. “What was that all about?” Riley asked her youngest sister. “I really need to pee, but they won’t let me use the bathroom until we’re in the air. Something about a liability to have passengers moving around while the plane is taxiing.” “Shit I’m sorry sis.” Erika eyed her sympathetically, noticing her tightly crossed legs, her arms similarly crossed tight against her developing chest. At least she has the aisle seat so she can book it to the bathroom when the seatbelt sign comes off. Erika thought to herself. ~ 30 minutes later ~ “This is fucking bullshit.” Claire seethed under her breath. The flight had been delayed for takeoff due to inclement weather. Her foot was shaking rapidly as she steadfastly tried to ignore her bladder sending her urgent signals. She was about to get up and use the facilities, when the coms came to life, “Sorry for the delay, we are being taxied onto the runway as we speak. We will be in the air in the next 5 minutes. We expect heavy turbulence on the ascent, but we should level out and then you will be free to walk about the cabin.” Claire groaned, breaking Erika from her daydream. She glanced at her baby sister and admired her resolve, noticing her chewing on her lip and her hands curled tightly into fists. Seeing Claire’s dilemma however, made her realize she hadn’t peed in quite some time. She had used the bathroom on the first flight but that was at least 5 hours ago. She resolved to get up with Claire so she could go as well. She was once again broken from her reverie by Claire when she asked, “Hey, I’m going to try and doze off a bit. Wake me up when the seatbelt sign comes off? Please?” Erika could hear the crack in her voice and knew things were getting dire. She didn’t blame Claire for trying to sleep so she didn’t have to think about how badly she needed to pee. ~ *Ding* The light came off 45 minutes later. 45 minutes of agonizing turbulence even for someone like Erika who didn’t need to pee that badly, she had actually loosened her seatbelt so it didn’t jostle her bladder. She gently shook Claire awake, “Hey sleepy head, you can finally pee.” Claire’s eyes snapped open and her hands jammed into her crotch scrunching her jean short shorts into her pelvis. “Fucking finally!” She gingerly undid her seatbelt with one hand, and slowly rose into the aisle and began making her way to the restroom. To her dismay there was college aged girl wearing a blue summer dress in front of her pleadingly knocking on the door. “Please hurry Katie! I can’t last much longer!” Her one hand scrunched into her cotch, pushing her dress up to reveal her toned thighs, quivering from exertion. She routinely bent over slightly in hopes to help her hold. This girl was unashamedly desperate, something Claire wished the girl would stop doing because she was about to pop herself and this girl’s obvious desperation was not helping her keep her mind off her very urgent need. Erika sidled up behind Claire and noticed her bop routinely as if to curtsie, one hand jammed in her crotch, and remained proud of her lil sis for keeping her composure unlike the quivering wreck ahead of Claire. Suddenly the girl in the dress at the front sobbed, “No!” Her body stiffened as an audible splash could be heard, and a small stream could be seen glistening down her thigh as Erika noticed the bathroom door slide open and ‘Katie’ stare in horror at her friend having an accident. Erika also noticed Claire stiffen, eyes probably transfixed on the accident, before she pushed Claire into the open bathroom, before she had an accident too. ~ Claire jolted in shock as she was hurriedly pushed into the open bathroom and gave a silent prayer of thanks to her sister and locked the door behind her, because witnessing the accident in front of her had been too much for her tortured bladder. She had spurted in her panties, and now in the enclosed space of the bathroom she finally doubled over and fought to keep it together. Suddenly there was a pound on the door that almost elicited another spurt from Claire, “No, it was my turn!” She heard a sob. This snapped her out of her feverish dance, and she carefully removed one hand from her crotch so she could unclasp her belt. She struggled with this before she finally decided to use two hands, letting her quivering thighs hold back her impending flood. She had to double over and stop as she felt a wave of desperation hit her, but tackled her button once her belt was undone. She felt another leak, and scrunched her eyes, tears of desperation running down her cheek. Once her button sprung open, there was no stopping the flood. As swiftly as she could, she yanked down her short shorts and panties, only causing minimal damage to the former, the latter being thoroughly soaked. She sat down heavily and peed for what felt like 10 minutes, but, in reality was closer to 2 minutes. She felt the plane jostle slightly, and chided herself for getting caught in a borderline orgasmic reverie. She suddenly noticed that the outside of the bathroom was oddly silent, and looked up to also notice that the seatbelt sign was back on. She once again sent up a silent prayer of thanks to her sister, and felt mildly bad for blue dress girl. She finished up, wiped her tears away, and made her way back to her seat. “Hey Erika,” Claire nudged her sister, “What’s up?” Erika said as she took an earphone out, “Thanks.” Claire smiled up at her. Erika merely smiled back putting returning her earphone to her ear, wriggled a bit, and crossed her legs.
Nobody Expects the Desperate Inquisition Part 1:Springing a Leak Xenoblade Chronicles 2 fanfiction by MasterXploder (Note: Contains story spoilers up to chapter 4. Also technically a sequel to my previous Xenoblade story, though it is not required reading.) With thanks to DerivativeWings for editing Mor Ardain, the mighty empire of Alrest, boasted an impressive military and little else. Built atop a titan nearing the end of its lifespan, much of the land was covered in mountains and deserts filled with dangerous creatures, and most of it unfit for agriculture. The high temperatures and dusty air made for a stuffy atmosphere even in the middle of the night. Nearly all of the resources needed to support its populace came from trade imports and the Ardainian technology to use the titan’s heat as an energy source. There was, however, one geological feature that could only be found in these lands. Hot springs, naturally occurring from the endless supply of geothermal energy far below the crust, dotted the continent. Valued for their relaxing and therapeutic properties, travelers from all over the world visited the empires just for a chance to bathe in these springs. One such place was Jakolo’s Inn at the capital of Alba Cavanich, and it happened to be currently occupied by a few certain individuals. “Haahhh…” Nia sighed as she laid her head back and closed her eyes in bliss, the warm waters caressing everything below her neck. With all the drama and fighting she had to deal with today, she was in good need of a break, and enjoying a hot bath under the moon’s gentle light was just what the doctor ordered. “I gotta say,” she continued, “I wasn’t expecting to have another dip in here so soon, but this feels just as good as our first trip.” “Poppi agree one-hundred percent,” came a voice from her side. Nia glanced over at Poppi, who was relaxing and stretching in her QT mode. “Even artificial Blade like Poppi can appreciate soothing, rejuvenating powers of springs. Poppi hope Elysium is full of hot springs, too!” She leaned forward, sending a ripple outwards and asked “Is Elysium full of hot springs, Pyra?” “Hmm?” Pyra, the spring’s third occupant, opened her eyes, the glow of her emerald core crystal above her submerged chest cutting through the steam. “Oh, I’m not sure. I can only recall one location from Elysium, and I’ve never seen any from there.” “Aww, Poppi is disappoint,” she replied, lowering her head. Nia leaned forward to look at Pyra. “I have to admit, I’m a bit surprised to see you in the springs with us, Pyra,” she said. “I’d have thought Mythra would have been chomping at the bit to have a second dip in here.” Pyra giggled. “Well, I’ve never had the chance to try a hot spring, and after hearing how much Mythra enjoyed her bath, I got curious, so she agreed to let me try them this time.” “So what’s the verdict?” asked Nia. “If these really aren’t in Elysium, we’re going to have to make some for sure,” said Pyra with a smile. She then sighed and took a moment to stretch, lifting her legs and wiggling her toes as they broke the water’s surface. “Ha ha, there’s an idea! Now I’m really excited to get there.” Nia laid back and turned her head to the other side of the springs. “Then again, I suppose Pyra’s not the most surprising guest in here. Isn’t that right, Mòrag?” At this, the fourth and final guest in the spring opened her eyes and lifted her head up. Mòrag Ladair, Special Inquisitor of Mor Ardain, could not have looked any more different from her everyday self. Gone was her pristine military uniform and hat to house her bun-tied hair, along with her perfect posture and chin held high. She now lounged without a thread of clothing like the rest of the group, her dark hair down to her shoulders and mingling with the waters. “And what makes you say that?” responded Mòrag. Nia shrugged. “I dunno, you just struck me as too uptight and serious to even think about getting in one of these.” “Poppi not expect Mòrag to join us, either,” chimed in Poppi, “Poppi thought it would take while for new friend to be naked around us.” This earned a smirk and chuckle from Mòrag. “Well, contrary to popular belief, hot springs are a lesser-known pleasure of mine. I wish I could enjoy them more often, but my work leaves me too busy for them.” She paused to lift up an arm and look at it. “As for the nudity, well, I couldn’t carry the title of special inquisitor if I fretted over something like not being clothed in front of other similarly-bare women.” “Wow, that’s really brave, Mòrag,” said Pyra, “I wish I could be that comfortable with being naked. Mythra can do it like it’s nothing, but sometimes, I have to work up the courage just to change clothes in front of someone else.” Pyra crossed her legs out of modesty, even though the waters hid her body anyway. “Admittedly, it took some getting used to. Brighid was most helpful in getting me out of that particular shell. Although, seeing you sitting among us now, Pyra, I would say you are quite a ways braver than you believe.” Pyra giggled and blushed. “Thank you, I guess.” “Hey, speaking of Brighid,” said Nia, looking around the springs, “Where is she? I figured she’d be right behind you as usual.” Mòrag sighed. “Brighid is not a fan of hot springs. I imagine she is back in our room, relaxing with a good book in a comfortable chair right now.” “That’s a shame. It would’ve been nice to have all the girls in here,” said Pyra. “I guess it makes sense, though,” added Nia, “If I had Brighid’s powers, I probably wouldn’t enjoy sitting in the stuff that blocks them out, either.” “If Brighid not like water, how does she take baths?” asked Poppi. “You know, that’s a good question,” said Nia, “Care to answer that for us, Mòrag?” “I would, but I am not certain if Brighid would approve of me sharing her daily rituals with others.” Nia frowned. “Guess we’ll just have to ask her instead.” She looked forward and relaxed back into the spring, letting the conversation fall silent while her eyes fell shut. However, just a few seconds later, and her face tensed up while she let out a grunt, opening her eyes again. “Gah, figures,” she muttered. “Something wrong, Nia?” asked Pyra. “Er, kind of,” she replied, the lightest hint of pink gracing her cheeks. “I forgot to visit the loo before I got in.” “Visit loo?” Poppi turned her head. “Oh! Does Nia mean go pee-pee and/or poo-poo?” Nia felt a particularly large drop of sweat form on the back of her head. “You hit the nail on the head, Poppi. Well, the first part at least,” she responded with a hint of strain to her voice. Nobody could see it, but below the surface, Nia’s legs were pushed together with the occasional fidget. “The changing rooms behind us have bathrooms, right?” asked Pyra. “At least, that’s what I thought those doors were for.” “They are indeed water closets,” confirmed Mòrag. “I know about the toilets,” said Nia, “I’m just working up the will to actually get up and go use them. These waters just feel really good, and I think I’m fully adjusted to them now.” “I would suggest getting out and taking care of it soon,” said Mòrag, her cold tone cutting through the heat of the springs. “Before the water tempts you to… solve your problem another way.” “Poppi agree,” nodded Poppi. “Poppi rather not swim in friend’s waste products.” “Yeah yeah, I’m getting out now,” said Nia, looking over to Mòrag with a frown. “Er, Mòrag, would you mind turning your head for a moment?” “If I must,” sighed Mòrag, already closing her eyes and looking away. “Th-thanks,” replied Nia. With everyone not privy to a certain secret of hers looking away, Nia stood up and climbed out of the springs. But as Pyra watched her friend make her way to the toilets, she frowned and let out a light, concerned moan. All the discussion about peeing made her realize she had neglected to use the bathroom, and her bladder was quite eager to not make her forget again. “Pyra have problem, too?” asked Poppi. “Hmm? Um, yes,” answered Pyra, “I think I had better pay a visit to the ladies’ room, too. Jenerossi Tea just goes right through me sometimes.” “I trust we do not need to have the same conversation with you, Pyra?” asked Mòrag. “Not at all. I’ll be right back,” said Pyra as she stood up, quickly turning her body so as not to give the others a good eyeful. Already, she missed the spring’s rejuvenating warmth; the quicker she used the bathroom, the quicker she could get back in. She also thought of grabbing her towel nearby for modesty, but the others had seen her already, so there was little point. She wouldn’t be exposed long enough for it to matter, anyway. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Pyra perked up as she saw Nia storming back to the springs with a furrowed brow and closed fists. “Er, what’s wrong?” she asked. Nia stopped and crossed her arms, doing her best not to look below Pyra’s head in admiration and envy. “They’re out of order.” “Excuse me?” Pyra blinked. “The toilets, both of them. They’re locked tight, and they’ve got signs on them.” “R-really?” Pyra glanced away with a frown. “That’s… unfortunate.” Nia raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you need them, too?” “Well… yeah, I do,” said Pyra, putting her hands to her groin and wiggling her hips a bit, her cheeks gaining a light blush. “Hate to tell you, but unless you’re about to blast the doors open with your powers, neither of us will be using them soon.” “May I advise not causing damage to this facility?” came Mòrag’s voice, making the girls turn their heads. Although Mòrag continued to look away, her authoritative tone was just as strong. “I would prefer if our party did not become known for being disrespectful guests.” “Relax, we’re not going to do anything like that,” said Nia. She then leaned towards Pyra and muttered, “Though I might give them a good kick once my boots are back on.” “But what are we going to do now? I don’t want to get back in the water without taking care of this,” said Pyra. For a moment, she had a mental image of her sitting in the springs, blushing and putting her legs together as a mist of yellow surrounded her where she sat. She shook that thought out of her head. “Can’t friends just put clothes back on and use potty back at inn?” asked Poppi. “I suppose so.” Pyra put a hand to her chest. “But, I just got here. I’d hate to have to towel off and leave so soon.” “Same here. It takes long enough to get in and out of my clothes as it is,” said Nia. “You can simply wear a towel back to the inn,” said Mòrag, “It is not uncommon for guests at a hot springs hotel to do so.” It was Nia’s turn to blush. “W-walk around in just a towel? With the kind of people we travel with?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips, “Yeah, I’m not about to give any of them the easy chance for a peek at the goods.” She leaned in towards Pyra and whispered “Not to mention my… other secret.” “I, um, have to agree with Nia,” said Pyra. “If Rex were to see me like that…” she felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought. “I am not sure what else to tell you,” said Mòrag, “Your options are quite limited right now. You may not have a choice.” Pyra glanced over at Nia. “She might be right. What are we going to do?” “I don’t know, but if I stand here any longer, my problem might just solve itself, and not in a good way,” said Nia. True to her word, standing out in the open with her whole body exposed to the air accelerated her need for relief. She groaned while shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Pyra averted her gaze, not wanting to see her friend’s potty dance. Trouble was, she didn’t want to look back at the springs either, for the waters would only further remind her of her need to pee. Instead, she looked out at the cliffs past the safety rails on the other side of the springs. Even in the moonlight, the desert beyond the cliffs was difficult to see, making it look as if the world simply ended at that point. “Wait a minute…” Pyra’s eyes opened up as it hit her. “Hmm? You think of something there?” asked Nia, her ears perking up. “Maybe.” Pyra pointed over to the cliffs. “Mòrag, do you know if there is anything right behind those rails?” Mòrag glanced at the rails. “Nothing other than rocks and pipes and a fifty meter drop.” Her head turned towards the girls slightly, not enough for her to see them. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?” “I think she just might be,” said Nia, looking to Pyra with a mischievous smirk. “Well now, sounds like someone’s got a bit of a naughty side to them, and I don’t mean Mythra.” “Eh heh heh…” Pyra rubbed the back of her head. “I mean, if the toilets are unavailable, then we just have to go somewhere else, right?” She looked over towards Poppi and Mòrag. “Um, would you both be okay with us doing this in the open?” “Poppi is okay with it. Poppi still not understand need for hiding waste removal in first place.” Mòrag lowered her head in thought. “Ordinarily, I would arrest someone and have them taken to a nearby jail for urinating in public.” “Oh, come on, Mòrag,” interjected Nia, “Now’s not a good time to be a stick in the mud.” Mòrag sighed. “That said, given the circumstances, I suppose I can look the other way just this once, literally and figuratively.” “Thanks, girls,” said a smiling Pyra, turning to face Nia. “Shall we?” “You don’t even have to ask,” replied Nia. With that, the girls briskly walked over to the cliffs, both having a noticeable tension in their legs and rear ends. Reaching the rails, Pyra and Nia spaced themselves apart, roughly the average distance between two stalls in a public bathroom, and squatted down, Pyra being flat on her feet while Nia leaned more on her toes. Pyra then moved a hand between her legs and used her fingers to spread herself apart, as she normally did when relieving herself in this manner. Nia could not be bothered with such precautions, instead resting her hands on her legs while she eagerly let nature run its course. A couple seconds later, and two streams, pale and yellow-tinted, soon made their way out of the girls. Thanks to her preparation, Pyra enjoyed a steady, controlled pee with a solid stream going forward and slightly upwards. It easily flew past the dropoff before breaking up and falling into the dark, where the piddling of it landing on the rocks could barely be heard. Nia’s pee could hardly have been more different: a chaotic spray, mostly going over the cliffs, but with a good amount splattering in front of her. The force caused quite the hissing sound to go along with the other noises, creating a symphony that cut through the other sounds of water in the springs. Pyra certainly couldn’t ignore the noises next to her. While she did her best to remain respectful, she could not resist a quick peek out of curiosity. What she saw quickly made her turn her head back: not just Nia’s robust spray, but her closed eyes and open mouth, a girl in the zen of relief. Though she was not exactly modest with her pee, Nia deserved privacy as much as anyone else, so Pyra kept her gaze forward from that point on. Soon enough, the relief of emptying her own bladder resonated through Pyra’s body as well. She shut her eyes and let out a light hum with a closed smile, the only bit of modesty she could display in her situation. It paled in comparison to the long, drawn-out sigh Nia made, punctuated by the shiver that went through the catgirl’s body. As their pee continued, Pyra thought about how silly this moment was for them. Given how their adventures took them all over the world, she had expected to have to relieve herself in some odd places. Weeing off a cliff while in the buff, however, had to take the cake. As much as she liked to share her experiences with Rex, this was one moment she was definitely keeping to herself. Meanwhile, Nia could think of little else but how good it felt to let all that pressure out. She would never tell anyone else, not even Dromarch, but she enjoyed the times when the party would have to stop for a pee break in the middle of nowhere. There was something about answering nature’s call in its domain that appealed to a more primal part of her, like a jungle cat marking her territory. Being nude while she did it only further accented the feeling that she was not a Gormotti, but a wild and free animal. She had to wonder if Dromarch felt this way whenever he relieved himself outdoors. Their potty time was certainly needed, but neither had exactly been at their limit before they started, so their pee did not last much longer. Roughly half a minute passed before their streams began their decline, and another thirty seconds passed before they came to a stop completely. They each waited out a few more seconds for the last spurts and dribbles to leave them, then stood back up. “Nyaahh, much better,” sighed Nia as she turned to face Pyra, “I gotta say, that was one of your best ideas yet, Pyra.” “Um, I suppose it was,” said a bashful Pyra, holding one arm behind her back and looking down at Nia’s feet. That’s when she noticed a couple drips falling from and running down Nia’s thighs. She then became aware of the faint wetness that still existed on and around that part of her body. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t think at all about having something for us to wipe with.” Nia shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ll be all cleaned up in just a second, anyway,” she replied with a wink. “That’s true.” Pyra rubbed the back of her head. “I hope the others don’t mind us getting a little bit of it in the spring.” “A couple drops is a lot better than two full bladder’s worth, I’d say. Now let’s get back in before we have to get used to the hot water all over again.” “I’m right behind you,” said Pyra with a giggle. Neither girl wasted time in walking back to the springs and sitting back in its waters, both letting out sighs of relaxation. Without the nagging pressure in their bladders, they could melt into a blissful state again. “Sorry about all that,” said Pyra once she had adjusted to the heat once more, “I didn’t mean to make things so awkward.” “It alright,” said Poppi, “Poppi understand bladders can be sources of inconvenience and stress.” “That’s putting it mildly,” said Nia, leaning her head back on the rock behind her. “Mmm, I think this spring actually feels a bit better now after my wee.” “Poppi could hear Nia go pee-pee all the way from here. Sound like Nia let out all water in entire body!” said Poppi in earnest. “Well, it certainly felt that way,” Nia chuckled. “May I ask that we move to a different subject now?” asked Mòrag, “I find this a poor location to discuss something unsavory such as bodily fluids.” “Why not?” replied Nia, “We’re all girls here, and it’s not anything we don’t all go through daily, Poppi notwithstanding.” “She has a point, though,” said Pyra, “We hardly get the chance to just have some small talk like this. I’d rather talk about more pleasant things with you all.” Nia shrugged again. “Fair enough, I suppose I can start. I was in the market earlier today, and I found the most adorable bear carving for sale. If it didn’t cost so much, I’d be giving its cheeks a good pinching right now!” “Wow! It must have been really cute for you to say that,” said Pyra. From there, the conversation drifted into more tasteful pleasantries for the rest of their time in the spring. Mòrag breathed a sigh when no one was focused on her; she did not know if she could stand any more pee-talk in her current state. In truth, Pyra was not the only one who became aware of nature’s call when Nia brought up her need to go. Hearing the girls relieving themselves out in the open while up to her neck in water only made her desire for relief that much stronger. Unfortunately, while Pyra was okay with letting her need become known as well, Mòrag could never bring herself to do the same. Being nude around other nude women was one thing, but the Special Inquisitor of Mor Ardain admitting that she needed the restroom, and then whizzing off a cliff? Unthinkable. She would simply wait until they were all finished, then get dressed and use the bathroom downstairs like someone of her status should. Against her better judgment, Mòrag glanced over to the spot Pyra and Nia had squatted at moments ago. Relief would come soon for her, she told herself. At least, that’s what she hoped. Edited February 21, 2018 by MasterXploder (see edit history)
(A/N: This part took way too long to finish, but like much of my stories, it kept growing and growing until it was way bigger than I originally imagined. Whatever, it's here, it's ready, please enjoy reading about a desperate lady in a military uniform.) Nobody Expects the Desperate Inquisition Part 2:Mòrag Stainbringer Xenoblade Chronicles 2 fanfiction by MasterXploder (Note: Contains story spoilers up to chapter 4) With thanks to DerivativeWings for editing. Check out his Planet of Desperation series starting here. Some time later, and the hot springs trip was over. Now fully-dressed and back in the comfort of the inn, the girls stood in the hall outside their room and continued their small talk from earlier. However, Mòrag was not standing among them for this part of this conversation. Instead, she stood at the end of the hall where the lavatory was located, not quite next to the door, but close enough that she could quickly reach it as soon as its current occupant left. The time between their dip and now had felt like hours to Mòrag. Nobody wanted to leave the water’s soothing embrace for a long time, and then came the lengthy ordeal that was toweling off and putting on her inquisitor uniform, making sure every last part of it was immaculate before leaving the changing rooms. Now, all that separated her from a long overdue visit to the toilet was a locked door, and the pungent scent of someone on the other side handling their business. “Lady Mòrag?” Hearing this, Mòrag furrowed her brow as yet another potential obstacle presented itself. She quickly relaxed her face, stood up straight with her hands behind her back, and turned around to see Lady Brighid, her Blade, behind her. “Yes, Brighid?” said Mòrag, not a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Did you need something?” “I just wished to know how your bath went,” Brighid replied. That’s a rather odd request, thought Mòrag. “It went well enough. Warm water, pleasant company. Not a lot to comment on, really.” Aside from a particular event, she mentally added. “I am happy to hear that,” said Brighid, “And did you have any issues with being… unclothed in front of the others?” Mòrag shook her head. “I have not had trouble with that since my schooling days. I owe a lot to you for that, actually.” “Well, thank you,” said Brighid, putting the back of her hand to her chin. “So what, may I ask, is the source of your tension, then?” “Tension? I beg your pardon?” Mòrag asked. Is there seriously a crack in my composure? “I’ve been your Blade for long enough to know when there is something amiss about you.” Brighid leaned in. “Please, you need not hide whatever burden you’re carrying from me.” She always could see right through me, thought Mòrag while looking into Brighid’s closed eyes. She also realized that her companion was correct; much as Mòrag was tempted to lie and claim she was just fine, Brighid was not someone who deserved to be lied to. Besides, it was such a minor issue, why lie about it? “Well, in truth, I do have something causing me a bit of stress,” said Mòrag. “But it is a minor problem, one that should hopefully be resolved very shortly.” “And what is this problem of yours?” Must I really say it out loud? thought Mòrag, glancing away. Brighid might have helped her out with her nudity issues, but admitting her need to use a restroom was something she had never been able to manage before. Not that Brighid could have helped her with that; it was a miracle that nobody, least of all her Blade, had caught on to this flaw of hers. Her roundabout way of admitting to it was the best she could do at the moment. “Lady Mòrag?” “Well, that problem…” muttered Mòrag. As dishonest as it might have been, she couldn’t help but hope for a distraction of some sort. As she would later learn that night, she had to be careful about what she wished for. The walls and floors suddenly rumbled and shook, causing the paintings and other decorations to rattle and fall off the walls. Everyone in the hallway looked about, raising their arms out of instinct. “W-whoa! What’s going on?” asked Pyra down the hall. “Seriously? We’re doing this again?” yelled Nia. The lavatory door swung open, and out ran Tora with a piece of toilet paper stuck to his foot. “Meh-meh! Who make inn all shakey-shakey? Tora in worst possible place for that to happen!” he yelled, dancing in place. He was soon joined by Rex, Dromarch, and Azurda, who all ran out of the men’s bedroom. “M-Mòrag, this doesn’t normally happen in Mor Ardain, does it?” asked Rex. “Not in the least,” said Mòrag. “We need to investigate this now,” said Brighid. Mòrag nodded. “Agreed. Let’s move!” Thoughts of using the bathroom were pushed into the recesses of Morag’s mind as she, Brighid, and the rest of the party made their way downstairs. Her duty to protect Mor Ardain always came first, especially over something as trivial as needing to relieve herself. As the party passed through the inn’s front doors, they were greeted with panicked citizens running every which way, but mostly flowing from the middle of the city outwards. The rumbling, now accompanied with the sound of several roars and screeches, only felt stronger out on the streets. “I-Inquisitor Mòrag! Lady Brighid!” The group turned to the voice and spotted an Ardainian soldier running up to them, stopping only to catch his breath. “I’m glad you’ve turned up. Things are a right mess now!” “Report, soldier. What is the cause of this commotion?” asked Mòrag. “R-right.” The soldier stood at attention. “There’s been a breach in our defenses. Several monsters have crossed Midorl Bridge and are rampaging through the city!” “How is that possible?” asked Brighid, “That bridge should be under heavy guard at all times.” “It is, ma’am, but it seems a tribe of ignas have coordinated an attack. We’re not sure how, but they’ve got the monsters all worked up in a frenzy.” “What would cause ignas to mount an attack?” asked Brighid, putting a hand to her chin. “Could this possibly be the work of anti-imperialists?” “Maybe Torna is behind this?” suggested Rex. “Perhaps, but we’ve not the time to discern the cause. We must get the situation under control and protect the civilians,” said Mòrag, turning to the party. “I understand this is an Ardainian matter, but could I possibly ask you all for your assistance? I fear Alba Cavanich will need all the help it can get should Torna be involved.” Rex raised a fist. “Of course you can! We’ll do whatever we can to keep everyone safe.” “Tora and Poppi will help the innocent like true Driver and Blade!” declared Tora as he and Poppi puffed out their chests and put their hands on their hips. “Count me in, too,” said Nia, “I never like sitting on the sidelines when there’s fighting to be done.” Ever ready to help out, this crew, thought Mòrag. “Very well. Rex, Tora, I need you and your Blades to secure the marketplace. Nia, Dromarch, I need you to join Brighid and me in protecting the bridge to Hardhaigh Palace. Keep the collateral damage to a minimum, but do whatever you need to keep the civilians  safe.” She threw her arm out and declared “Move out!” Nods and shouts in the affirmative rang out as the party separated to carry out their tasks. None were more determined than Mòrag, however; her home was under attack, and she would do anything to keep it safe from harm. Whatever reason those ignas had for invading, they were about to wish they had never set foot in the capital. While not quite the top dogs of Mor Ardain’s indigenous creatures, ignas were nonetheless feared for their brutality and strength in numbers. Battles against them were no light matter, as their relentless might could easily overwhelm the unprepared fighter. But as Mòrag and the rest of Mor Ardain eagerly demonstrated, brute force was hardly a match for proper training and tactics. At the very least, Ardainian weaponry outclassed anything the ignas could manage. That fact could not be made any clearer as Mòrag’s whip sword struck an igna clear across the head, sending the creature straight to the ground, never to rise again. As she paused to collect herself, Mòrag saw that the rest of the fight was going much the same way. Nia danced around a frenzied scorpox, dodging a strike of its tail before leaping over and delivering a decisive slash across its back. Meanwhile, the rest of the nearby Ardainian forces opened fire on two griffoxes that had pushed their way forward. It was not enough to kill, but they turned tail and ran back, having clearly gotten the message. With that, the plaza in front of Hardhaigh Palace’s bridge was devoid of invaders. All that could be heard around them was the fighting going on in other parts of the city and the crackling of the blue flame barricade that Brighid had set up. “Plaza is secure, Special Inquisitor!” yelled a guard. “I see,” said Mòrag, sheathing her swords. “Our next move should be to push forward. Front team, move up and assist our forces in the market. Rear team, maintain your positions with me.” “Yes, ma’am!” responded all the soldiers as they carried out their orders without hesitation. As this happened, Nia sheathed her ring blades as she and Dromarch walked back to the party. “So are we to continue guarding this bridge as well?” asked Dromarch. “I hope not,” commented Nia, “Standing around’s not really my thing.” How does that not surprise me? thought  Mòrag. “Sorry to disappoint, but we cannot risk leaving the bridge unguarded. Perhaps we will have to move later, but for now, the best course of action is for us to stay here and continue ho-ooooh!” It hit her harder than any blow the ignas could muster. Her need to relieve herself, completely forgotten in the chaos of battle, had returned stronger than ever. The painful surge forced her to a complete standstill, her hands curling up with visible tension while her entire body went rigid in its efforts to keep her urine from spilling out right there and then. “Lady Mòrag!” Mòrag could only grit her teeth in response to Brighid’s voice and footsteps moving towards her. Her mind, calm and clear during the battle, now raced with panic. It was highly possible that she would not be able to hide her urge to urinate from the others now, assuming they had not figured it out on their own. This did not even factor in just how she was going to properly relieve herself, either. She was in the middle of the city, with nothing resembling a public restroom nearby, and even if there was, what message would it send to the troops for the Special Inquisitor to abandon a crucial situation because she needed the potty? “You alright over there, Mòrag?” came Nia’s voice as she ran up to her as well. “Nngh, I…” she tried to speak, but even talking proved difficult from the strain. Was this it, she wondered? Would she truly have to admit to everyone how close to wetting herself she was? “Eeeyaaahh!” Drivers and Blades alike turned in the direction of the scream, youthful, panicked, and nearby. Once more, Mòrag’s pee predicament was forced to the back of her mind as far more important matters arose. “A child?” said Brighid. “It sounded like it came from the alleys,” said Dromarch. “We need to move, now!” yelled Mòrag. “Nia, Dromarch, stay and guard the bridge. Brighid and I will handle this ourselves.” If anyone had an objection, Mòrag did not hear it. She did not know where it came from, but she found the strength to pick herself back up and rush forward, running as fast as her legs could move. The pain from her bladder persisted, but it didn’t matter now, not when lives were in danger. Right behind her, Brighid muttered only a quick “Lady Mòrag” before rushing to join her. Soon enough, Mòrag and Brighid were running through the alleys of Alba Cavanich, turning their heads every which way to find the source of the scream. The pain from her bladder pulsed as rapidly as her heartbeat, with every step making her hold weaker and weaker, but still she pushed on. Just a little longer, she thought, Please hold out… “Help, someone!” This cry went out just as the two rounded the corner, and they quickly understood why. Two children, wide-eyed with fear, held each other with their backs to a railway blocking a sheer cliff. In front of them were several ignas, all brandishing weapons and letting out threatening shrieks while they closed in on the kids. It did not take an inquisitor to deduce what was about to happen next. “Brighid!” yelled Mòrag without a moment’s hesitation as she pulled a sword out and tossed it to her Blade. In one graceful motion, Brighid caught the sword and swung it down, sending forth a wave of blue flame. It spread into a line between the kids and the monsters, blocking them off from whatever attacks they had planned. The kids were safe for the moment, but their move had caused the ignas to turn their snarling and weapons towards the ladies instead. Rather than cowering, however, both ladies stood tall, or at least as tall as Mòrag could bear to stand, and raised their swords in tandem. “On my authority as Special Inquisitor, I demand that you leave the city now, or suffer the consequences!” threatened Mòrag. As she had expected but not hoped for, the lizardmen were not deterred by her words, choosing instead to yell and lunge forward. Ignas were known for not backing down from a fight, no matter how foolish doing so would be. Gritting her teeth, Mòrag took her other sword back from Brighid and swung them to the sides, extending them like long, fiery tendrils. Meanwhile, Brighid fell back and began channeling her ether into Mòrag, filling her swords with a burning energy. A battle quickly ensued, fast and frantic, as weapons and fire flew every which way. The ignas had Mòrag outnumbered and surrounded, but such poor odds were not uncommon for her. Worse had challenged her before, yet she remained triumphant through it all. The ignas did not have any hope of beating her. At least, that’s how it should have been. As it was, the nimble and masterful Special Inquisitor was having difficulty staying light on her feet. In addition to the pain in her bladder becoming unbearable, all that pressure weighed her down to where she felt as sluggish as the Mor Ardain titan itself. Much of her defense came from swinging the whips around her, protecting her and Brighid like a ring of fire and steel. It was not as professional or elegant as she would have liked, but it was getting results. Two of the ignas had been felled already, and as Mòrag let out a cry and a downward slash with both blades, a third monster soon hit the ground. “Aah!” But right as it did so, something also dropped, right into Mòrag’s undergarments. It was only a spurt, but that alone was unacceptable to her, causing her breathing to run ragged and heart to beat faster. Her panic lasted only a moment, but even that was too long in the heat of battle. Her distraction allowed an igna to leap in from the side and deliver a powerful jumping kick to her shoulder, too strong for her to maintain balance. With another yelp, she fell to the ground, her swords falling out of her hands and the flow of ether breaking up. That small bit of warmth in her knickers was instantly forgotten from the blunt pain of the kick. “Lady Mòrag!” cried Brighid, immediately motioning to rush towards her Driver. Unfortunately, the remaining ignas were already ahead of her, as they jumped in front of her with weapons drawn, ready to divide and conquer the duo. Meanwhile, Mòrag had just glanced up from her shock to find the igna that kicked her now standing above her, raising its sword up to deal a decisive strike. Was this really how it would end for her, she wondered: on her knees in a random alley, her bladder fit to burst, defeated by a wild monster out of sheer negligence ? But then she heard the roar of a tiger and saw a ringed blade slash the igna straight across the head, taking the creature out of the battle. Never had Mòrag been happier for someone to have disobeyed a direct order. At the same time, a fiery blast erupted from both of Brighid hands, sending the last couple ignas smacking into the wall and slumping over defeated. Even without weapons, a Blade was far from defenseless. It was only after the fight that Brighid noticed their reinforcements. “Nia? Dromarch?” “Dromarch, can you get those kids to safety?” asked Nia, sheathing her weapons. “At once, my lady,” he replied as he set off. The protective wall of fire had died out around the children, allowing him to calm them down and escort them out of the alleys. While this happened, Brighid turned to Nia and asked “Weren’t you both ordered to remain at the bridge?” Nia crossed her arms. “I told you, I don’t like standing around when there’s enemies to fight.” She looked away from Brighid and added, “But nevermind that, is she alright?” Brighid gasped as she remembered what she was going to do before the attack. “Lady Mòrag!” she called out while running up to her. Mòrag had barely moved from her spot since getting kicked there. She had heard Brighid yelling for her, but the immense pain she felt kept her from making a proper response. However, this pain was not from the kick; she had taken far worse in her career and could still carry about like nothing happened. No, this pain was localized solely between her legs, and far more stressful than a mere kick. “Mòrag, are you okay? Please speak to me!” said Brighid, kneeling down to her eye level and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Is… is it over?” Mòrag finally mumbled. “E-Excuse me?” asked Brighid. “Are the monsters gone? Is everyone safe?” Brighid glanced away to listen to her surroundings. “Y-yes, I believe so. I can’t hear anymore commotion.” “Yeah, it’s all quiet now,” said Nia, her ears moving about. “Couldn’t even hear any fighting from the market before I left.” “G-Good,” Mòrag muttered, keeping her head down. The civilians were safe, and damage to the city and palace had been minimized. This meant she could now put her focus solely on her bladder, which she highly doubted would end nearly as well. At this point, every bit of her strength was put into holding back the inevitable flood. She could not move an inch, let alone stand up and search for a toilet, or else her shaky hold would come crashing down. Despite having braved several dangerous creatures in battle, the thought of losing control in front of the others now filled her with more dread than any monster. “Lady Morag,” said Brighid. “W-what is it?” she replied. “Let it go.” Mòrag’s eyes lifted up. “Er, beg your p-pardon?” Did she just… Brighid looked at her right in the eyes, even as they remained shut. “Please, don’t strain yourself any further. Just let it out. I won’t think less of you for it.” “B-brighid…” Time seemed to stop while Mòrag stared into Brighid’s closed eyes. Her Blade, the personification of elegance and grace, was giving her permission to relieve herself here and now? This night had taken quite the bizarre turn, to say the least. But she couldn’t do that, as much as she wanted to. She was the Special Inquisitor of Mor Ardain, a top representative for the empire. To just go and wet herself was too far beneath her, too disgraceful, too humiliating, too… Mòrag let out a small gasp. No matter what her mind thought, her heart and bladder had decided for her. She could feel the warmth growing in her undergarments and passing through to her trousers, despite any effort she could make to stop it. It was happening in this very moment, and all she could do was make peace with it. And so, Mòrag closed her eyes and mouthed the words “thank you” as she abandoned the last of her attempts to hold it. Right away, the leak grew into a full stream, strong enough to create the sound of water running against fabric as well as a gentle hiss. The wetness, once localized to the innermost part of her groin, spread outwards and covered her backside before pooling into a puddle that grew to cover the back of her legs, the moonlight and alley lamp leaving it visible for anyone to see should they look her way. Before too long, her coat-tails became damp and heavy from resting atop the puddle, and even her gloves grew wet from clutching her soaked groin. Such an act should have instilled only shame and humiliation in the inquisitor, and it did, but for the moment, it could not hold a candle to the relief she now felt. Mòrag’s shut eyes lifted upwards and a hum sounded in her throat at the bliss of her overfilled bladder finally shrinking back down to a comfortable, unstressed level. It was such a crude thing to derive pleasure from, and yet not even someone of her stature could deny how good it felt to address a basic need after neglecting it for so long. Outside Mòrag’s world of relief, the other ladies could only stare in disbelief and silence for the whole minute it took for her to finishing emptying. While Brighid remained kneeled and ignored the puddle slowly edging closer to her foot, Nia’s eyes and mouth both hung open, and even she felt her cheeks turning red, though it did not compare to the blush on Mòrag’s face. “W-well then,” said Nia towards the end, “When Brighid said ‘let it out’, this was not what I was expecting.” In an instant, Nia’s voice jerked Mòrag out of her bliss. Her eyes snapped open, and the cold weight of reality pressed down on her hard. The pride of the empire had just pissed her uniform, and now sat in her waste like an intoxicated vagrant. She could not look more pathetic if she wore nothing at all. Even Emperor Niall, her own brother, would surely think the same if he saw her now. “N-Nia, Brighid,” she started in a shaky voice, the brim of her hat hiding her eyes from the others. “How are you feeling now?” asked Brighid in a calm tone. “I was worried you were going to hurt yourself if you tried holding it any longer.” Any longer? “How long did you know about my… predicament?” “I had my suspicions at the inn, but they weren’t confirmed until a few minutes ago. Like I said, I know when something’s wrong with you, my lady.” “I see…” Mòrag’s eyes drifted further away from the two. “Perhaps I am not as fit for this position as I once thought.” “Why? Because you chose to save a bunch of kids over not peeing your pants?” asked Nia. “That should not even be a choice in the first place, not for someone of my station,” she replied, her voice strained with frustration. “No other Special Inquisitor would have made an error so egregious.” “Lady Mòrag, please don’t criticize yourself so harshly,” said Brighid, “Your leadership tonight proved to everyone why you deserve to be the Special Inquisitor.” “Seriously, if not for you, there’s no telling how many more people might have gotten hurt,” said Nia. Mòrag let out a sigh. “You may be right, but regardless, I let my pride cloud my common sense tonight. The people are fortunate that this is the worst to happen because of it.” “Pride?” asked Nia, “So that’s why you didn’t just wee off the cliff with Pyra and me earlier?” “You… did what?” Brighid turned and raised a hand to her mouth. “Er, right, you weren’t there for that.” Nia rubbed the back of her head. “Look, I get it, Mòrag, you’ve got to keep up your appearance for the empire and all that, but you don’t need to worry about that when it’s just us. Especially not when you’re as bare-arsed as everyone else.” Brighid nodded. “I would not have worded it in that manner, but she is right. You can’t and shouldn’t always play the part of Special Inquisitor. The person underneath the uniform needs to be taken care of as well.” She stood up and held her hand out in front of Mòrag. “And I think now would be a good time to start taking care of her.” Nia walked up and stuck her hand out as well. “Take it from someone who wet themselves not that long ago: best thing to do is learn from it and move on. Plus, it’s really not fun wallowing in your own piss, trust me.” Open hands, sound wisdom, and a smile on each face; the complete opposite of the consequences Mòrag had expected for her accident. Like the urine staining her trousers, it took a little bit for their words to sink into her, but once they did, the weight of all of Mor Ardain seemed to lift off her shoulders. It was not by a lot, but at least she could lift her arms and take the hands reaching out to her, letting them pull her up to her feet and out of the puddle. “Nia, Brighid,” she spoke, standing tall and making eye contact with the ladies once again. “I am truly indebted to you both. I promise you, I will find a way to repay you for your kind words.” “Please, think nothing of it,” said Brighid, waving a hand, “It is enough for me to see you standing tall once more.” “You’ve already seen me with wet pants, so we’ll just call it even,” said Nia, pausing to stretch her arms out and yawn. “Well, I don’t know about you all, but I think we’ve earned us some shut-eye.” Mòrag shook her head. “Unfortunately, I cannot retire for the night. I need to assess the damage and open an investigation to the ignas’ motives straight away.” “So what, you’re just gonna do all that in wet knickers?” asked Nia with a raised eyebrow. “If I must for the sake of this city,” she responded, her composure unwavering even as her face remained red and her thoughts filled with people giving her weird looks. “Even so, it would not reflect well on the empire for the Special Inquisitor to walk around in urinated trousers,” said Brighid, “I advise we at least get you into a fresh uniform before we speak with any of the soldiers.” Mòrag glanced down at her legs. While her black clothes and the night darkness would hide her accident from sight, anyone near her would notice the unmistakable scent of urine upon her. Holding out her hands, she could see a hint of yellow on her white gloves, more evidence that would remove all doubt as to what befell her. “Perhaps a change of clothes would be in order, then,” she responded. “Could you escort me back to the inn?” “It would be my pleasure,” said Brighid. “I was headed back there, anyway,” said Nia. “Then let us move quickly before someone else becomes privy to this incident.” The party turned and stepped forward, with Brighid leading and Nia following behind to keep Mòrag covered on both sides. However, they did not get more than a couple steps away when they all came to a stop with their faces full of worry. A lone Ardainian soldier stood before the party, his helmet hiding his face along with the thoughts and emotions that could be gleaned from it. “Er, how long have you been standing there?” Brighid asked. As if waking from a daydream, the soldier immediately snapped to the attention. “Ah, Lady Brighid! Special Inquisitor! I-I won’t say a word of this to anyone, on my honor as an Ardainian soldier!” “That is… good to hear,” said Mòrag. “Did you have anything to report, private?” “Well, there was a small request from the whole platoon and me, for your consideration.” Mòrag and Brighid exchanges glances. “And what is this request?” Mòrag responded. At this, the soldier yelled his request loud enough for all of Mor Ardain for hear, forever entrenching it within the memories of its citizens. “DON’T FORGET ME!”
I don’t own any rights to life is strange, also, this is my first contribution to this cite, so, please do enjoy, and feel free to comment and critique. To those who have played through Life is Strange: Before the Storm, I am starting with Chloe and Rachel on the train, written in Rachel’s Point of View. Also, for the sake of this piece, and for my own comfort, Rachel, Chloe, and anyone else I may mention are 18+ and instead of it being a Highschool, Blackwell is a college. Sorry for the length, I kinda just went with the flow. Rachel’s desperate train ride             I had just jumped on a train, with Chloe Price. I am ditching school, with Chloe Price. She is such a rebel, and I really don’t see what people have against her. She has no shame, hell, I was changing, and she walked in. I mean, I don’t mind, at all. I was just hoping to visit the restroom before she came in to give me my belt. But, perhaps it was Hella entertaining to see her walk in on me. She was definitely looking. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t get a chance to pee before coming on this train. I am sure I can hold it longer though, I just don’t want her to know. I just hope I can find a way to escape just long enough to find some relief with out drawing attention.             The train suddenly shakes, and my need rises. When was the last time I went, cause, shit, I need to go. I notice Chloe looking over, I sit on the wooden box looking out of the train. “Pull up a chair Price, the view is amazing” “K…. Where is this going?” “I don’t know.” I cross my legs, not only to hide my need, but also to help hold it in. I need to go. Bad. “North? Maybe we will end up in Seattle!” Why did I wear jeans? If worst came to worst, if I wore my costume, or even some black sweats, may have been able to hide it did I did the worst thing imaginable, piss myself in front of the girl I actually really like. Not gonna lie, I hadn’t peed since last night, not cause I was lazy, but because I was too busy planning for today, and also, Fire walk. Damn, I want to catch my father in the act, but how bad would it be if I stop him, hate him for it, in soaked jeans. Shit, I really need to go. And Chloe, what will she think? What if she hates me for wetting myself like a little kid. I should have included a bathroom break in my plan. I have needed to pee since, god, since Firewalk. My bladder trembles as I start clenching at my crotch, How close am I really to pissing myself? “Rachel, you ok?” I look up to see a concerned look on chloe’s face, with maybe, a twist of something else? “Yeah, I’m fine, I just, I don’t know. Did you find a seat yet?” “Yeah, right here. Rachel, are you sure you are ok? You look like you need to-” “I said I was ok Price.” I gasp as a little bit comes out, Why didn’t I fucking go before getting on this train. “I think your lying to me. Rachel, When was the last time you-” “I think we should do something fun.” I decide to sit in the floor, doing everything I can to hold it in. But what Chloe said next Startled me, “V-Card’s been punched, Rachel. I’m sorry.” That was enough that some more came out. And took me everything not to lose complete control. “Wow” I honestly was thinking of two truths and a lie, but, like I said before, this girl has no shame. I’m sure if she were in my position she would have just told me. “Too far?” “Well, I don’t know.” “I see it caused you to, uh.” I look down to see a baseball sized patch on my crotch. “Yeah, I have needed to pee since, well, last night.” “You think you can make it until we get to, umm, wherever we are going.” “There isn’t even a bathroom there Price. I really don’t know.” “Rachel…. I” “Forget it Chloe, I just need to figure out what to do.” Things were silent for some time. I need to go so bad. How do I relieve myself without peeing myself in front of Chloe? Think Rachel, Think.             “Hey, Rachel, I…… I think you should just.”             “Do what Chloe? I’m on the verge of peeing myself. No one my age should even. Oh god Chloe.” I then notice her look down. Chloe was hiding something. “Just tell me Chloe.”             She finally gives in. “I think you should just go right there. Honestly, You will feel better.”             I was in shock, She thinks I should just do what I was avoiding doing. But, I can’t be mad at her. She can’t hide it from me. She wants to see me do this. I honestly want to just willingly let go, but, not with her there. “Chloe Price, You’re hella weird.”             Her eyes go wide, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird, I just want to help and-”             “Relax Chloe. So, when did you start to like to see people like me in this state?“             “What! No I Don’t!”             “You can’t lie to me, Chloe.” God I need to go, so badly. “So, mind telling me something else about yourself? I could use a distraction from my bursting bladder.”             “Well, I’m not really that interesting.” There is a pause as she tries desperately to change the topic. Meanwhile I’m trying desperately not to piss myself. Not yet anyway. “Well, It’s nice Rachel we’re having.” I laugh, “What!?” It hurts to hold it in. In fact, it seems I let a little more out. Enough to make the patch a tad bit larger. I notice Chloe’s eyes bulge a it, well that and her comment.             “Uh, I meant Weather. Nice weather. And, uh. yeah.”             It almost seems ok to let it go knowing she would enjoy it, but I still can’t just let go. I have always been Bladder shy, guess I never really noticed it until she wanted me to just release on command. However, laughing did help release a bit. “Chloe, I need to go so bad.” “Why not just let go. Might make the rest of our trip to….. mystery place, easier.” “Hella easier.” “Hella? Who says that anymore?” “It’s a Cali thing.” “California?” “Long beach, Also Ambidextrous.” “No Shit.” “I was going to use them in a game of two truths and a lie, but it looks like my bladder had other plans.” “How bad do you need to go anyway?” “Very, It hurts to hold it in.” “Just let it go. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” “I can’t, even if I try I won’t be able to with, well, other people around. besides, as much as you don’t like me in pain, you sure don’t mind walking into my dressing room without flowers.” “You wanted a belt, perhaps if you loosen it or tighten it you could.” “No, I think I should just make a deal with you Price.” “Excuse me?” “It seems that when I laugh I am able to relieve myself, as I know you saw.” “Umm. So I make you laugh and you wet, right?” “Deal is, I let you find my one ticklish spot, and let you see me pee myself if you promise me that before we both head back home, you piss yourself.” “Rachel Amber, You are hella weird. I promise.” “Pinky Promise?” We locked pinkies. Things are turning out better than I thought, my biggest mistake, What I thought might be the way things ended with her, this may be how we bond. I never thought I, at my age, would be peeing myself, and maybe liking it? “Well, I guess this is our game now. Where is Rachel Amber ticklish. One right answer. Feel free to search away.” I am most ticklish on my feet. Which is why I never wear sandals or flipflops. I don’t want people seeing my most valuable parts, except when I am on stage. When I am Prospera, I don’t mind being barefoot. I only want the right people looking at them for the right reasons, like if Chloe were to look at them when I need to pee this bad. But I still tend to try to get shoes on as soon as possible because I swear the next time I catch someone staring at my feet. Except Chloe, and maybe even Steph Gingrich, the nerd lesbian in our school. I wonder how she would have responded to this situation. Not in the way Chloe has I am sure. God Chloe, quit starring, just start searching. “So, my first guess is….”  She starts scanning my body, I swear she was purposefully staring at my chest a couple of time. A natural Chloe Price move. “Armpits.” I take off my flannel shirt and lift my arms up. “Try it yourself.” She starts scratching, but to no avail. It might kill my bladder, but the tease is on. “Damn, sides?” She lifts up my shirt enough to access my sides. My bladder is Aching. Come on Chloe, I really need the relief. “How bout this. You guess this next time, I tell you the story of any other people on campus I saw wet.” I wink “Might have a certain someone at fire walk on that list.” She perks up, “I did not!” “If you guess right, you just may find out.” “Shit, okay… umm…” She reaches over and starts untying my shoes. Relief here I come. “You must be ticklish here Rachel.” She starts taking off shoes and socks. And my bladder is just dying of anticipation. She found my relief. All I can do is smile. “Try it out Price, today may just be your lucky day.” As soon as she starts scratching I scream out in laughter. My bladder lets spurts out little at a time until I stop Chloe, because finally, my bladder wont stop emptying. So much relief. I can’t help but cry as the pain starts slowly going away. I stand up and allow Chloe the show that she had been dying to see. Feeling the warmth run down my legs, soaking up every spot it came across. It was amazing, and now I am questioning why I never tried this before. All was silent, except for the sound of urine pouring down to the floor. Once the stream died down to a pitter-patter, and then halted, Chloe spoke up. “I am so sorry for putting you through this. You really must have needed to go and-” “Chloe Price, you don’t need to be sorry. Besides, you still owe me a wetting yourself. And lets hope you aren’t pee shy like I am, cause that is painful.” “Oh, yeah. And you owe me stories. Oh, and don’t worry, no pee shyness here.” There was silence for quite some time. I look at the damage. The entire back side is soaked and so is most of the front. Honestly, if this were to have happened in front of anyone else, I would have been embarrassed. But not with Chloe. She just continued to stare at my mess in awe. I decide to speak up “It, actually felt pretty nice. You might be seeing a lot more of this out of me Chloe.” She smiles, “Rachel Amber, you look hot in those soaked jeans.” “How hot?” “Hella Hot.” We laugh as my piss stained jeans glistened in the sun light entering the train. I looked out, and saw the park my father would be going to be, presumably. “We’re here!” “Where?” “Jump and find out!” “What about the stories?” “I’ll tell you as you start to show signs of desperation.” “Alright, Fuck it.” Chloe jumped out, I follow, hoping this day will only get more and more interesting. Once again, sorry about the length. If the demand is high enough I may continue this. Who has Rachel seen wet? Could she have been behind the reason behind some of them? How will Rachel react to seeing Chloe peeing herself? And who was it at Firewalk that Rachel saw piss themself?
Here’s the next part. Hope you all enjoy, and once again, send any comments and/or critiques. The more advise you give, the better content I can give. Enjoy! I jump off the train. The wind is blowing, and these soaked jeans feel hella amazing on me. Honestly, how could I have been missing this my entire life? Anyway, we are walking up to this park, yet, I am in the mood for a game. Not the type of game where she feels up and down my body trying to find a ticklish part, but more one that got to know us a little more. Well, either Chloe, or her want to see me and others like me soaked with our own urine. “So, since it is quite a trek up to our destination, I suggest another game.” “You sure like games.” “What can I say, I am a fun person.” “Okay, so what game?” “I would say Truth or Dare, but we don’t have enough to do any dares.” “I’m sure I can MacGyver something up.” “Not the point Price, not the point at all.” I continue walking somewhat ahead, letting peripheral vision see Chloe watching over my ‘accident’. It’s honestly adorable. I wonder if Steph would react the same way. Would she? Or would she never want to see me again? At least I would have Chloe, for at least as long as I stay here. There isn’t much here. “So, Truth or Truth. I’m game. Who wants to start?” “Me, clearly.” “Alright, How do we play.” “We take turns asking each other questions. You have to answer my questions honestly, Same goes for me. You ask me a question, I answer honestly.” “Ok, got it. So, what question do you have?” “Let’s see.” All the questions I want to ask her. I would love to find out more about this love of wetting she seems to have, but also to learn more about her. “How many people, including me, have you seen wet themselves?” “Two, you and Max.” “Max? Max who?” Max, wonderful name. Wonder how she looked when she peed herself in front of Chloe. “My best friend, well, ex-best friend. She moved to Seattle and cut all contact with me. Exactly what I needed, especially after, you know, my father died.” “I…… am sorry to hear that Chloe.” “Hold up. My question now.” So, clearly she doesn’t want to touch on that subject. Fair enough I guess, I haven’t even told her about my father, and how I almost kissed her after I wet myself. I swear, if it gets out that I like girls, well, the name Rachel Amber wouldn’t be the face of a pretty type of popular. Not that I should give a fuck. I just don’t know which would be more horrifying for the school to find out, that I like girls like Chloe, or that I peed myself and liked it. “So, Rachel. When was the last time you peed yourself, minus just recently.” She is still looking. She is looking and likes what she sees.             “Hmm, last year I think. I was in the car with my father, a road trip of some kind. I had to go hella bad, but with no rest stops in the area, my dad told me it would be ok if I didn’t make it. I guess it was a couple minutes after that that my dam broke and my jeans got soaked. It felt weird and embarrassing…. And good.” “Wow. So, is it normal for you to wet?” “Not really. Last one before that was in elementary school.” “I see.” “My turn?” Chloe turns to face me, and not at my soaked pants. “Yeah, what do you have in store for me Rachel?” “Well. I guess I may as well be the one to stray off the more interesting concept, but, Do you like girls?” “What?” Chloe exclaimed “You heard me. What’s your type Price?” “Besides you?” And she admits it. “Aren’t I everyone’s type though?” She scoffs “Ha! Yeah, especially Victoria ‘Little Miss Perfect’ Chase.” “Yeah, ok.” I pause as I look at her, letting my peripheral vision notice her shifting. I speak again when I notice her hands dig into her crotch “No. I kinda made her piss herself on more than one occasion.” “Ok Rachel. I thought you were gonna wait until I was showing signs to tell me anything.” “Look where your hands are Price.” She lets go in shock. “Shit! Yeah, I need to go. So, spill it. The perfect Victoria Chase peeing herself. How did you make her go like that.” “Easy really. One time I locked all the doors to the bathrooms, I’m sure you remember that day. Last year it was. Victoria wasn’t the only one who wet that day. I almost did but I barely made it home in time. Think I started peeing myself the moment I closed the bathroom door.” Of course “Yeah, She wasn’t. I did to you know.” “It’s a pity I didn’t see.” What did Chloe look like then, with soaked jeans. Looks like I am going to find out. I wish she peed herself at firewalk, but that was a random drunk girl “Wow.” “Too far?” I hope not. I really hope it isn’t to far. She already needs to pee, just need to wait until she decides to go in her pants. “Not at all. Besides, you’re gonna see it today anyway.” “You better hold it for a while.” “Planning on it.” We both laugh. Never in my entire life did I think that I would be having a good time over peeing myself. I mean, I guess I have always enjoyed seeing others do so. Who have I made piss themselves? Victoria, soon to be Chloe, Dana and Juliet, that was a fun play rehersal, Steph, yeah, that was one hella hot wetting, may even give Chloe a run for her money. “So, care to share an experience you had seeing a wetting?” “Oh, Hella yeah. Anyone in particular you are curious to see if I saw?” “Samantha Meyers?” “No, not yet. Still need a plan to see that happen.” “Just get her into a really good book, chances are the book will be more important than the bathroom.” “I may just need to try that Price. How bout tomorrow?” “It would be Saturday tomorrow.” “And? The weekend never stops a bladder.” She is staring at my wet patch again. “Like what you see?” “WHAT! No, I mean yes, uh, I mean.” “You mean I look hella hot like this and it should become a more normal look?” “Yeah.” “As long as you do the same Price, I say, why the hell not.” “So, how about Steph?” “What?” “Have you seen Steph piss herself?” “Yes actually. Yes.” “Do tell.” “Well,” I tell her the story as it runs through my head. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sit there, watching from a distance as Steph plays her dice game with Mikey. She is such a nerd, and at this point a desperate one to. She’s exclaiming wildly something to Mikey as her hand jams into the crotch of her jeans. Damn, that dedicated to your game are you Steph? As the game goes on longer and longer, she needs to pee more and more. Eventually it either ended or got called to break. Steph notices me and walks up to me. “Hey Rach.” “Hey Steph.” “How’s everything going?” “Alright, just tried out for the tempest. Almost pissed myself from fear.” Steph tenses up at hearing that, “That would be funny if I weren’t about to piss myself. Any idea where the nearest bathroom is?” “Nowhere you would be able to get to in time. Honestly your pants may be your best option.” “Wow, I, ok. Yeah. Not sure how to feel about it, but, here goes nothing.” She stood there for a bit, and then it came. The small patch on her jeans grew and grew. I cannot help but enjoy this. Perhaps I do have a thing for seeing this? As she finishes up feeling the warmth that I felt on the train, She speaks up, “Not a word to anyone. Especially not Mikey.” “You got it.”            “At least it was only you who saw it Rachel. I- god this is embarrassing.” I stand up and hug her, “Accidents happen Steph, don’t worry.” “I know, it’s just that, I shouldn’t be at this age.” “Hey, what if I pee myself in front of you at some point? Would that help?” “Maybe.” Steph wipes her beautiful eyes, but then smiles “But only if you want to.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Wow.” Chloe stands there, fists in crotch trying to hold it in. “Sounds like she’s actually pretty chill about all this.” “Yeah, Forgot I actually made that promise.” “You should totally keep that promise.” “Hell yeah. Will do tomorrow.” “Don’t you have that play tomorrow?” “Yeah.” That’s when my phone goes off. It’s Steph. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey! Why aren’t you in class? Ditched today.                                                                                                                                 Train ride to a random                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Park. Cool. You’re alone? No. with Chloe.                                                                                                                              Cool. So, have been meaning to ask, You remember that time I peed myself in front of you? Yeah. Was just thinking                                                                                                                     about it actually.                                                                                                                                Well, any chance you are planning on Peeing yourself in front of me? Planning on it.                                                                                                                                 Actually just did today.                                                                                                                   In front of Chloe? But not me? I didn’t mean to.                                                                                                                                 Just hadn’t gone since last                                                                                                                  Night                                                                                                                                                   Damn. Well, I have a serious question. What would that be?                                                                                                                             Do you like to see girls like me pee Ourselves? Not gonna judge, just very Much seems like it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I stand there in shock. Should I actually admit this to her? I mean, yes I do. And I am about to see Chloe do this today. It was both me and Steph that caused Dana and Juliet to wet during rehearsal, mainly as a fun prank. I did tell her about my many ‘revenge’ pranks I pulled on Victoria. Which lead to her to wet herself more times than once. I make a decision. I shoot Steph the quick text “Yes” and put my phone away. Did I really just do that? Did I really just admit that truth to not only her but myself? “So, Chloe, I am wondering. When was the last time that you pissed yourself?” She thinks for a bit. “Last week. Wearing jeans as usual. Not really accidental either, just a nice way to say fuck you to the school.” “Wait, you did this in class?” “Yeah. Wasn’t really paying attention at all. Victoria was hogging the Hall pass like always, so, I decided, fuck it, I’m doing this.” “She is such a bitch.” “Jokes on her. I slipped a diuretic in her drink. Needless to say, I wasn’t the only one to wet in class. Her skirt looked better soaked to be honest.” “Hella better.” My phone buzzes again, reading Steph’s name. And my heart races as I open the message.
This actually took a while to write because I was working on a few other projects when I started this, but I finally finished it. It was residing in an "Unfinished Story" topic for the longest time. Anyway, here's the story of a girl who gets stuck in a onesie with a very full bladder. Warning: Some mild male desperation at the beginning & middle, just a bit of a side-story. 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 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 at 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, the one right by the lake, and 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 took notice. 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 got off only a few minutes ago. 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 by the lake next to her 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. "I need help," she muttered to herself after a few minutes of struggling. Joy stayed still for a moment to brace herself, then rose to her feet and ran to the others at full speed. She was going to ask for someone to help with her zipper, but before she could get a word out, Katie spoke: "Finally!" she exclaimed, "my brother's going to be home any minute! We've got to hurry." Joy kept her mouth shut, but she was truly ready to explode. Though the uneasy feeling that she'd leak the contents of her bladder out into her onesie had passed, her rock-hard abdomen was still in pain. Every step was painful as they made their way to the park. Nobody seemed to notice the awful predicament Joy found herself in. Every time they passed a bush or a tree, she imagined herself running over and popping a squat behind it, how good it would feel to just let it go. An ant bit her ankle and she bent forward to scratch it off. This proved to be a mistake. It put pressure on her belly, and she felt the shape of her bladder pressing up against her other organs. Joy let out a spurt of urine without any warning. She scrunched up her face and tensed her whole body, waiting for the pain to cease. When she opened her eyes, Eric and Katie were far ahead. She ran to catch up and felt her pee sloshing around inside of her. They finally reached the park. Katie ran up, grabbed the box, then ran back. "You alright?" she heard Eric say. She didn't even notice that she was standing at an odd angle. "I'm okay," she breathed, "I just really need the bathroom." "Didn't you just---" his words were cut off by Katie. "Got it," she said, "let's go." And so they started their journey home. Joy's bladder was filling by the second. She spurted a few more times during the walk home. She couldn't remember a time where she needed to go this bad. By the time the house was within sight, she was in absolute agony. She was more waddling than actually walking. She paused to lock her legs together and jam her hand in her crotch, looking up at the sky to keep the tears at bay. It just hurt so bad she couldn't stand it. When she looked back down, Eric and Katie were so far ahead that they were turning into the driveway, but Joy found that she couldn't move. "Mind over matter..." she muttered through gritted teeth, but when she tried to pry her legs apart she felt a spurt of pee come out. She begged her body to hold on for just a few more minutes. The house was so close, all she needed was to get there and then she could find relief. It felt like she was going to burst if she held on for another second, though. She wondered if she was doing real damage to her insides right now. Joy saw her boyfriend say something to Katie, then start towards her. No, this was bad. He couldn't see her like this. She tried to at least stand up straight, but she felt like she was going to explode. "Hey, you good?" he asked. "I can't... I have to..." she stuttered, fumbling over her words. She looked down at the ground to conceal the tears that began welling up in her eyes. Her urethra burned with the intense desire to just let go, spill the immense amount of pent-up urine she was keeping inside of her. Her legs were shaking under her, and it felt like no amount of holding and muscle tensing would hold back the flood. "...Joy?" Eric said. "I have to pee..." she muttered shakily, "I just need to wait a minute until...omigod... until I can walk again, then I'll use the... the bathroom..." "Didn't you go before?" She shook her head. Her bladder hurt so bad, begging for the relief Joy was cruelly denying it. It was slowly leaking out pee in a small but steady dripping stream. It dampened the fabric further. Drops were travelling down her legs and under her butt. She squeezed even harder and filled her cheeks with air, forcing the stream to cease and torturing herself even further. "I gotta run," Eric said uncomfortably, "so I'll, uh... let you get back to your party. I'll see you." Joy ignored him. She was too focused on the bloated organ that was about to burst inside of her. Eric left, leaving her all alone in the night by herself. She gingerly lowered herself to her knees, trying to get more control over herself, spurting a few times on the way down. "Oww..." she groaned through gritted teeth, on the verge of sobbing. Her lower back was sore, too, accompanying the screaming pain of her bladder. She heard someone call her name. She looked up to see Katie coming towards her. "Are you alright?" she asked, concerned. "I just... I have to pee so bad it... it really hurts, I'm... waiting for it to pass, but it just hurts so bad... I can't move..." Katie didn't seem to know what to do for a moment. "Come on, let's get your onesie off. You're gonna pee right here." "It's stuck..." Joy muttered, "it's why... I couldn't pee before..." "I can get it, trust me." Katie yanked on the zipper. It pulled Joy back, making her lose control for a few seconds. She yanked again, and Joy leaked some more. "Stop...." she said, pressing hard into her pee hole and feeling the loss of control creeping up on her. Katie either didn't hear or didn't care, because she yanked a third time, this time harder than the other times. Joy heard a faint click and a worried "oh, no!" She had broken the zipper. Joy did all she could to hold her pee in, but it began slowly trickling out of her, wetting her thighs. Her whole body was shaking, and her stream was only getting stronger, until she finally broke under the immense pressure. Pee exploded out of her, soaking her legs and her onesie. She was still shaking, then in pain, now in extreme relief. She moaned as her bladder finally emptied, a stream even visible outside of the fabric. It went on for what seemed like forever, until it finally began to falter, growing weaker and weaker until it was just a trickle. She sighed. "That's so much pee!" Katie said, shocked, startling Joy out of her skin. She completely forgot she was there. She tensed in embarrassment with what she just did. She stood up and started stuttering, going completely red in the face, trying to say something to ease the humiliation. "Joy, it's fine," Katie said, smiling. "It happens." She was sweating and shaking again, first in pain, then in relief, now in nervousness. "Yeah, okay, okay..." She looked around at the sidewalk and saw the huge puddle of urine she had made. It was dripping off of the sides. Joy stepped into the grass in front of the lake and sighed. "That's a lot," Katie repeated. "Sorry..." she said, holding up the zipper. "It's fine," Joy put her hand over her belly, feeling a light throbbing. "I still need to pee kind of badly," she laughed. How could there still be so much inside her? "What are we gonna tell the others?" she asked. Katie thought for a moment. Then she walked up to Joy and shoved her into the lake. Completely taken by surprise, she was utterly confused for a moment. Then she understood. "Clumsy," Katie giggled. "Come on, let's go back to the house." Joy stood up in the water. It was about the height of her knees. "Wait, I need to---" it was silent for a minute, then some trickling. She released the rest of her bladder contents, which was a pretty decent amount, then joined Katie on the way back to the house. End
Twilight Sparkle held a small piece of paper in her hand, reading over the old incantations and magic runes. "Uh... Pinkie?" She glanced down at her party-animal of a friend, already bouncing with joy and glee. With a dirty face and a muddied white t-shirt, surely what she had discovered was worth it. "Is this what I think it is?" "Mmhm! Sure is!" "How did you..." She ran her fingers over the rough papyrus, almost in disbelief that, not only had one of her friends had found an old incantation but that it was in it was in its complete form!  "Where'd you even find this?" "Well," She inhaled deeply, her chest puffing out as she took in as much air as she could. "Fluttershy and I and Angel Bunny were looking for some of his acquaintances when we suddenly stumbled upon a treacherous cave and I managed to find that outside it." She breathed.  Twilight's mind took a few extra moments to process the long-winded explanation. "Alright..." She mumbled, turning her attention back to the paper she took another moment or so to look over the spell. "Seems like it's in old Equestrian, but I recognize the type of magic it's using. I'll let you know if I figure out anything."  "Alright Twi'. See ya later!" As quickly as she had appeared, Pinkie was gone.  Twilight turned, entering back into her humble little library. She gently shut the door behind herself.  I can't believe this... She headed up into her study on the second floor with a skip in her step. Her the long legs of her pj's dragged behind her. She wore a form-fitting, dark grey tank-top and purple pajamas, with small stars imprinted all over them.  Twilight had planned on relaxing for the day. With Hearth's Warming Cleanup finally finished, she had decided to give herself a little break. But, with Pinkie's revelation, her curiosity had thrust her back into action. She stepped up into her study, rushing over to her desk and nearly tripping over a small stack of novels in the process.  A few empty cans of soda and blank pieces of paper sat at the far end of her desk, having finished them off earlier in the day while she was trying to perfect a spell. "Okay..."  She huffed, cloaking herself, the desk, and most objects nearby in a cloud of protective magic. Just in case. Twilight reached for one of the empty cans, placing it at the center of her desk.  A bit rusty on my Old Equestrian... But I'll manage. Hopefully. She glanced back down to the incantation, pausing and reading it again to be safe, and once more after that to be completely sure. "Leacht lamhnán." She recited, applying a small amount of her magic to go with it.  If it was a volatile spell, she did not want to risk making it stronger. Yet, there was no reaction.  Not even a small sound or cloud of magic around the can. What? Twilight's protective spell lowered. She picked up the can, inspecting the outside, the bottom, the top- every place she could've imagined a physical change, yet nothing had happened. Maybe I didn't give it enough power? She set it back down. "Leacht lamhnán!" She repeated, this time with a bit more force, both in her voice and her magic.  Alas, it was fruitless.  Not even as much as a movement from the can. "Hm..." Twilight hummed, picking up the can. She held it up to the light overhead and examined the inside. Some small amount of brown soda sat at the bottom, just barely enough to cover the bottom. That's odd... She shook the can, trying to get it out, or just simply swish it around inside the can, but it wouldn't move. So that's what it does?  What's the point? Twilight sat it back down. There must be something more to this. I'll have to see if I can get Pinkie to show me where she found it. She turned to head back the stairs, only to see her shadow cast across the staircase. ... Tomorrow.  I'm definitely not heading into those woods at night.  She headed back downstairs, turning to her right and heading into the kitchen.  The room was simple- white walls, gray tiled floors, a square wooden table at the center with a chair at each side, a small trash can right outside the kitchen, a sink sticking out of the wall at the right, and a small refrigerator and an old gas stove at the end corner farthest away from her. With only two people living there, there wasn't much of a need for much anything else.  A small plate of peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches had been sat out on the table, prepared by her little assistant earlier in the day. Hope he and Rarity are having some luck on their gem mining trip.  Seemed like they both needed it. She giggled under her breath.  Twilight grabbed a sandwich from the ate and bit a small corner off before she sat it back down.  She headed over to the refrigerator, opening it and kneeling down to look inside. Milk, eggs... Ah, there you are! She grabbed a bottle of water, turning back towards the table. Her hands went to work unscrewing the cap as she kicked the fridge door closed.  She sat back down at the table, beginning to eat her dinner. Hopefully, they'll be back soon. It's been weird waking up without him with me. She took a small sip from her water, before pausing suddenly. Her bladder was beginning to make her aware of its current status. Nothing major, but just enough to grab her attention. I'll go later. She ignored the feeling as best she could, going on and finishing her dinner. Maybe tomorrow... She yawned loudly, standing up and finishing her water.  Yeah, definitely... Twilight stood, stepping out of the kitchen.  She sluggishly made her way up to her study, disposing her water bottle and heading up to her bed at the corner of the room and plopping down onto it.  She fell asleep, ready to continue working on the incantation tomorrow.  --- I dunno how consistent I'll be in updates, but I'll (hopefully) finish it.  Edited February 23, 2018 by Unknown104 Spelling & Grammar (see edit history)
Twilight's body began to stir, feet kicking slightly and a hand resting on her lap.  A thick blanket had wrapped its way around her while she slept, its warmth only making her stay in bed more comfortable. She wished she could've stayed this way all day, just laying in her bed, as comfy and cozy as could be. Alas, that was a foolish dream.  There was work to be done, and besides, some alerting pangs from her bladder refused to give her a single moment more of rest. Her eyes snapped open, before drooping back down into a blank stare up at the ceiling. She groaned, somehow managing to pull herself up out of the bed, heading towards the stairs.  Her hands nearly instinctively went to the railings, making sure the half-asleep woman wouldn't fall down the stairs in her drowsy state. Twilight (somehow) made it down to the floor below without stumbling.  She turned to the right, heading into the kitchen.  Some hot tea would surely rouse her out of her spell of sleepiness! She headed up to the fridge, placing a hand on the top and blindly looking for a pot. C'mon... She felt something cold brush against her hand, swiveling away slightly. Just... Twilight took hold of the pot's handle, bringing it down. Got you, sneaky little thing. She sat it on the bottom left eye before reaching back up and grabbing a small box of tea bags, thankfully with more ease Twilight turned around and sat the box down, swinging back to the pot and grabbing it back the handle she walked over to the sink and stuck the pot beneath the faucet, turning the sink on and allowing it to fill it slightly. It served as a reminder to her bladder's current, urgent status. She waited until it was about halfway full before she cut the sink off, heading back over to the stove and setting it back down on the same spot.  Her right hand moved to turn on the eye.  A spark of magic ignited beneath pot, breathing some life into the old stove. Now that that's taken care of... Twilight quickly swung away from the stove, stepping past the table and back beside the staircase. She sluggishly jogged past two or three shelves of books before stepping up to her bathroom door.  A cloud of telekinetic magic surrounded the door handle, twisting and pushing it open.  She closed the door, pulled down her pj's and sat down on the cold toilet seat, and waited for her body to take its natural course of action. Yet, that action never came. "Hm?" Twilight hummed, confused.  She pushed, trying to force it out of her to no avail.  Her body was definitely telling her to go, but at the same time she couldn't do it. That's weird... She questioned, standing back up.  Her magic pulled her pants back up for her.  Maybe my body's still not totally awake yet... Some tea might help. She pushed the door open, walking back into the kitchen.  The water had already begun to boil, thankfully. Twilight grabbed a random, dark purple mug off the table and grabbed the box of tea bags as she went over to the pot, carefully dropping the a couple of the bags into the water. She waited a few minutes or for it to get ready, tapping a foot against the tiled floor impatiently. Come on... Having to stare at the water pop and bubble certainly wasn't helpful to her current situation. After another minute or so of waiting, Twilight cut the stove off, blowing out the flame beneath the eye and moving the pot to the next eye. She waited a few moments for the water to cool.  As soon as she felt it was cool enough, she used her telekinetic magic to lift some of the warm water out of the pot, carefully placing it inside the mug. There. She lifted the hot mug up to her mouth and took a sip, the hot liquid almost instantly giving her a boost of energy.  Much better. Wish I knew where Spike kept the sugar. Twilight shrugged it off, taking a bigger sip.  Maybe now. She sat the cup down on the table, heading back into the hall.  With a quick turn to the left, she heading into the bathroom. She slipped her pants down onto her thighs and sat back down. And waited. And waited. And then waited a few more moments. What the hell? Twilight was fed up. I need to find that spell book again.  There most be some way to force it out. She stood up and pulled up her pants, stomping out of the bathroom and up into her study.  Why can't I just go?!  I had a ton of soda last night, if anything, I should be- Twilight paused suddenly, freezing on the step up into her study.  That spell Pinkie found... Oh no. She dashed up the remaining step and up to her desk.  Her right hand took hold of the can, turning back to the staircase and rushing back down. She turned to the right and headed back into the kitchen, setting it beside her mug. Please don't work, please don't work, please... Twilight grabbed the mug, pouring the remaining tea into the can.  She picked the can back up, turning it onto its top, hoping and praying that the tea would come flushing out.  Alas, no such thing came. She lifted it back up, looking inside. The tea had filled up half of the can, and acted just as the soda had the night before.  No amount of jiggling or shaking would get it out. I-I don't understand. Twilight sat the can back down. I took all the necessary precautions. I didn't use too much magic, I stood a bit away from it, I used protective magic- Her eyes snapped wide, realizing her fatal error. I lowered it the second time!  No! She placed a hand across her chest, her heart pounding in her chest. Okay, keep calm, Twilight... This can be fixed. She tried to convince herself, but with every passing second that sentence seemed more and more like a falsehood.  You just need to find the counterspell and use it.  If it has one... Please let it have one. She quickly stepped out into the hall, looking through her shelves of different books and novels, mostly fantasy and science. Old Equestrian, Old Equestrian... She searched and searched for her textbooks on Old Equestrian, but they were no where in sight.  Spike, I swear, if you lost them, right now of all times.. Twilight turned back to the staircase and heading back up into her study.  She breathed a sigh of relief, seeing them sprawled up under her desk. Thank Celestia...  She reached down, grabbing the thick books them and bring them up onto her desk.  She opened it up to the first page, reading as quickly as she could. Even for a bookworm like her, this was going to take a while.
Twilight legs bounced, one crossed over the other and a hand unconsciously holding the slight bulge forming on her stomach.  Her hands were beginning to cramp up from flipping through so many pages, and the lower half of her body had begun tingling from sitting down for so long. It has to be in here. She flipped back and forth between two pages, looking through the M's and L's.  She breathed a sigh of relief as her eyes wandered onto the spell. Or, at least, one part of it. Leacht: liquid Alright, getting somewhere. She flipped to the next page, almost immediately spotting the next word. Lamhnán: lock "Yes, finally!" Twilight jumped up from her desk with joy, only to yelp as a sharp stab slashed through her bladder.  She doubled over, her hands pressing into her crotch. L- Let's not do that again. She slowly raised herself back up, heading over to the stack of books a few steps away from her desk. She grabbed the first one off the top, looking at the title and assuring it was a spell book. Twilight paced back and forwards as she opened it, flipping immediately to the L's.  Almost immediately, she spotted the spell she was looking for. Liquid lock: Leacht lamhnán Locks liquid in place in whatever container or on whatever surface it may be. Danger: 1 Difficulty: 3 Cost: low Usage: situational Duration: dependant on the amount of magic used.  One, three, five, or even seven days are most commonly reported, seven being a high magic cost while one being the lowest. Counterspell: None Are you kidding? Twilight growled in frustration. It's such a simple spell, how can't it have a counterspell?! She frowned, setting the book back down on the desk. I need to get Pinkie. She can take me to where she found it.  Twilight turned around, heading towards her bed. Her clothes had been set in a neat little stack on the floor beside her bed.  Nothing extraordinary- a short-sleeved, button-up light purple shirt, a decently long dark purple skirt, with a star at the bottom right of the cloth. She meant to wear it yesterday, but it would work for now. Twilight took hold of the bottom of her tank top pulling it over her head but making sure not to snag it on her bra. She pulled the shirt on, putting her arms through to their proper positions and buttoning it up to her chest, right above her navel.  Next, she pulled down her pj's, kicking them away and stepping into her skirt, pulling it up onto her waist and buttoning them up. It pressed against her bladder slightly, but if all went according to plan, she wouldn't be uncomfortable for much longer. She went to kneel to get her shoes out from beneath her bed, but with the button already paining her so, she decided to use her magic instead. She slipped on her small, black and purple tennis shoes. She'd have preferred to just wear her loafers, but she figured they wouldn't be very helpful for hiking out into the Everfree Forest. Twilight combed her messy hair, trying to straighten it as much as she could.  She would've washed it, but she figured she'd just take a shower once she came back.  No need to take one if she was just going to probably be muddy and sweaty when she got back. She quickly walked down the staircase, heading towards her front door and pushing it open, stepping out into the windy, warm air.  What wonders a breath of fresh air could do! Sugarcube Corner was only a quick walk from her library.  She felt good enough to jog, but she feared that her bladder might have disagreed with her if she tried.  Even if she couldn't physically go at the moment, she still didn't want the pain. Hopefully, she's not too busy.  Twilight headed towards Town Square. There weren't too many people out, just a few quiet passersby. She turned to her right, following the sidewalk as she came upon the Sugarcube Corner.  Pinkie was already outside, a small, white backpack hanging on her right shoulder, covered in stickers of rainbows and sun's, and the straps holding it together tied with strings of confetti.  She wore a pink knitted sweater, with some old blue jeans, ripped along the knees and legs, with brown boots reaching halfway up her shins.  A small grin spread across her face as she noticed her. "Hi, Twi!" "Hey, Pinkie..." Her eyes wondered to her backpack.  "Is everything alright?" "Oh, it's wonderful! Mr. and Mrs. Cake got a special order from Fillydelphia this morning.  Since the twins' birthday are so close, they figured that we could just stay there a couple of days and celebrate. Isn't that great?!" "Y- Yeah, Pinkie." Another pang from her bladder had interrupted her.  They were getting more frequent. Her friend's smile dimmed slightly, taking a step closer. "Hey, you alright?  You don't sound too good." "Mmhm, sorry.  I think I'm catching a cold." Twilight hated lying, especially to her friends.  But she was too embarrassed to admit her mistake.  Not to mention that Rainbow Dash would never let her live it down. "Okay..." Pinkie said, almost suspicious of her. "Do you remember where you found that spell yesterday?  I want to see if I can find anything else." She paused for a moment, staring upwards as she thought. "Hm... You'd have to ask Fluttershy.  I know where it is, just... Not how to explain how to get to it.  I'd show you, but I really need to get to the train station." "That's fine." Twilight forced a smile.  "H-Have fun." "Bye!  Hope you feel better!" Pinkie quickly stepped past her. This is getting bad... Beads of sweat rolled down her temples.  She clutched her stomach, her heart dropping.  Calm down... It's okay, you still have Fluttershy to turn to.  Just need to get to her cottage and you'll be good. Please be there... Edited March 3, 2018 by Unknown104 Spelling & Grammar (see edit history)
Twilight walked down the quiet dirt road towards Fluttershy's cottage, trying to ignore the growing bump on her stomach.  To anyone else, it was almost invisible- what with the cotton shirt hiding most of the bulge, but to Twilight, it was getting to be an all too familiar feeling. She headed up to the front steps of the cottage, walking up onto the porch and up to the door.  "Please be home." Twilight breathed before knocking twice. A few moments of silence passed, before a quiet, "C- Coming!" rang through the door.  She grinned.  Thank you, thank you... The doorknob twisted and turned before a quiet click sounded as the door unlocked and opened.  Fluttershy poked half her face out, her long hair rolling down her shoulder.  She placed a hand on the side of the door. "Oh, T-Twi," She smiled politely. "I t-thought that you'd be home today.  Pinkie said she brought you that paper she found.  Not- Not that I mind, of course!" Fluttershy corrected herself, her voice shaky. "Hey.  Do you mind if I come in?" Twilight took a step forward. "I need to talk to you about something." "Um..." Fluttershy gasped suddenly, freezing in place.  Her hand moved off the door.  "S- Sure.  Just- c-come in." She weakly smiled, stepping away from the door. She's acting weird... She noted, stepping inside.  Right as she entered the quaint little home, her friend plopped down on her little green couch, crossing one leg over the other.  A few empty bottles of water sat beside her, accompanied by an empty white mug.  Pink pajama pants sat at the side of the couch, which Angel Bunny was currently using as a small bed.  Fluttershy wore a tight green blouse that showed off her shoulders and petite chest, and jean shorts that were a few inches up her knees, with a brown leather belt through the loops around the waist, pulled as tight as it would go, and her wings were somewhat stiff. Try as she might to completely fold them, they refused to budge.  Never in a million years would she have thought she'd have seen one of her shiest and most reserved friends in something so... Revealing.  She was almost blushing. "Excuse the mess, please.  I didn't know you were coming, or I would've cleaned." Fluttershy meekly said. Her face and ears had become beet red. "Or- Or made myself presentable..." "Don't worry about it." Twilight smiled, trying to save her friend from being embarrassed.  "How was your Hearth's Warming? I'd guess staying with Rainbow Dash's family for the holidays was interesting." "Fine," Fluttershy replied plainly.  Her knees bounced in place, both her hands pressed into her lap.  "H-Her and her dad managed to finish off a keg of apple cider before they passed out.  Slept through Hearth's Warming." She giggled quietly.  "Mrs. Dash was nice." That really doesn't help right now. Twilight tried not to think about it, both because of the cider and the fact that she'd probably laugh if she thought of it a moment more.  "Where'd they get it?" "She... Erm... 'Borrowed' it from AJ." "I can't imagine that'll go over well." "Mmhm." Fluttershy nodded, though there was a quick, yet clear flash of pain in her eyes before she corrected it. "Are you feeling okay?" "Fine, I'm fine!" She blurted out, her flushed face spreading to her ears.  "Is- Is there something you needed?" What is wrong with this day?!  Can things just be normal again?! "I was just wondering if you would take me to where Pinkie found that spell.  Turns out it wasn't the full thing." "Um..." She hesitated for a moment, before nodding. "Yes.  I just need to change out this shirt." Fluttershy rocked in her seat for a moment, before standing up quickly.  Her knees clamped together, a hand pressing against her crotch. Clearly embarrassed, she rushed back to her room, almost slamming the door shut. She's hiding something. Twilight stood up, a devious thought popping into the back of her head.  I do know a spell or two that'll let me see what she's doing... She let her mind wander for a moment, to the more... Er... "Dirty" parts of Twilight's psyche.  She did look pretty cute in that outfit... Wonder if she's changing... No, bad Twilight! She mentally smacked herself.  You're lucky she's even helping you, don't you even think about it! She sat back down, though the sight of her friend's slender body in the tight outfit still remained in her head. Thank Celestia this spell doesn't affect thinking... My stupid libido... I don't even think I've mastur- She blushed deeply.  Even when just speaking to herself, it was an embarrassing topic. T... Touched myself since before the holidays. Twilight had planned to just lounge around the library while Spike was gone, perhaps "relieve" some built up stress while she had the house to herself. Yet, thanks to the spell(and her foolish mistake), her plans had been thrown out of the window.  Now with all this damned excitement... She huffed through her nose, frustrated. "Uhm... T-Twi? She turned up to her friend.  Fluttershy had changed into a loose-fitting white t-shirt.  The shirt had rips and tears along the stomach and was at least two sizes too big for the small woman. She still had on the same jeans, but she had taken off the belt.  She headed to the side of the couch, slipping into her black tennis-shoes. "I'm ready to go when you are." She said, her thighs still pressed together tightly.  Twilight nodded, shaking away some awfully evil thoughts before standing.  "Let's go." Edited March 10, 2018 by Unknown104 (see edit history)
"Hello, Ms. Juniper.  How's Pia?" A bird chirped incessantly as Fluttershy and Twi passed beneath its nest.  Will these animals ever shut up... Perhaps it was, the, her libido, her bladder, or a combination of the two, but something had put Twilight in a foul mood. "Good.  Remember- only worms for her, no more of those berries, not for a while." She turned to continue her conversation with the Bluejay as if she had done it a million times before.  Despite her shyness with Twilight before, the pair both knew that she thrived in nature, strange behavior or otherwise. "So, where'd you and Pinkie find it?" Twilight interjected before another of Fluttershy's little creatures could. "Uh, y- yes, just up ahead." She pointed towards a tree, larger than any building in Ponyville.  "I'm not entirely sure I saw another piece of paper." "We'll find it.  Now we know what we're looking for." "I guess so..." She spoke softly, interlacing her fingers and placing her hands on her stomach. The pair headed up to the oak tree silently.  Fluttershy took charge, stepping onto one of the large roots sticking out of the ground. She balanced herself for a moment, before going to the next one. "P- Pinkie found it in a little dent in the tree, up at the top." Fluttershy stood straight up and looked up to a big branch of the tree, certainly strong enough to support an average-sized person or two.  "She was trying to get a better view of where Angel had gone when she spotted it." "Is it anywhere nearby?" She looked around, trying to spot the cave, but to no avail. "Mmhm, it's just hard to spot on the ground." She slowly set herself down, a loud gasp escaping her and her thighs pressing together and bending over slightly.  Twilight raised an eyebrow, entirely confused. "Are you okay?" "Yes." She almost shouted, straightening her posture. "I think it's just up ahead." Flutter jogged up to a tangled mess of vines and bushes, pretending as if nothing had happened. She's gonna have to tell eventually. She quickly walked up behind her.  "So, is this it." "Mmhm." She mumbled, making her way through the treacherous bushes.  Twilight held her skirt up slightly, making sure it didn't catch on any stems or branches. Maybe jeans would've been a better idea... At least I wouldn't have to worry about those tearing. She forced her way through to the other side, gasping as her friend grabbed her by her arm.  "Careful." "Why-" A large pit sat beneath them, sunken five or six feet into the ground.  A fall tall enough to surely break a foot or two. "Thanks..." She glanced over at her friend, Fluttershy nodded, opening her wings and gliding down into the pit, heading towards the cave.  Twi quickly followed suit, sitting down on the edge of the pit, climbing down to the ground below.  She headed over to the steeper part, beginning to notice the cave her friends had told her about. The inside had mostly been filled in with soil and dead leaves, but there were a few odd spots where decrepit pieces of wood stuck out of the ground, with even a desk somehow still standing at the front of the cave. "She found it like this.  The note was right in front of the desk." "Odd..." She placed a hand on the table, brushing over the rough exterior.  It certainly had seen better days.  "Did you check the drawers?" "No, sorry." "It's okay." Twilight stepped to the front of the desk.  The desk had five small drawers; two small ones at each side, and one wide one at the center, right under the counter of the desk, all with brass handles.  She opened the one at the center with relative ease, spotting a small notepad. "Do you mind checking this out?" She held it up to Fluttershy. "Sure." Fluttershy carefully took it from Twi. "Let me know if you see anything with the word, 'leacht,' on it.  L-E-A-C-H-T." "Alright." She flipped it open, beginning to read over it. Twilight turned her attention back to the desk, opening the top-left drawer, only to find it empty.  She moved to the bottom-left, yet, it too was empty. Come on, have something for me. She turned to the right side, trying to open the top-right, only managing to crack it open. You little... She took hold of the handle with both hands, tugging back on it.  She dug her heels into the dirt, pulling with all her might. CRACK She flung back, ramming back-first into the wall of the cave, the back of her head colliding with the hard stone.  She hissed, grabbing her head. "Twilight!" Flutters quickly ran over to aid her fallen friend.  "Are you okay?!" "Ow... Yeah, I think..." She opened her right eye, looking down towards her right hand.  Her fingers were locked onto the brass handle, previously attached to the desk.  She glared at the desk, a cloud of her magic slowly surrounding the remaining drawers.  With little grace our care, her magic jerked the drawers out of their proper places, placing them on top of the desk. "There..." Twilight grunted as she stood, glancing over to Fluttershy.  Her friend stood at her side, her hands locked around the notepad and her knees shaking. "Don't worry, I'm not mad at you." She assured her worried companion. "Let's just find what we need to and go." "Okay..." She said, her voice a mere whisper. Twilight headed over to the desk, looking into the drawer that had troubled her so, her eyes widening as she gasped.  A small sheet of old papyrus had been folded sat inside, with a number of spells written on it.  Her keen eyes almost immediately spotted the spell she was looking for, hidden in the center of the page. Leacht Scaoil "Oh, thank Celestia." She hugged it tightly to her chest, carefully folding the paper and tucking it into a pocket of her skirt.  "Thanks, Fl..." She voice lowered, seeing her friend doubled her over. Fluttershy was leaning against the cave wall, her legs were crossed, with her right leg halfway over the other, almost double-crossing over the other.  Both her hands clenched against her crotch. She moaned quietly, though Twilight couldn't exactly make out whether it was from pleasure, pain, or both. Her face was contorted into a mixed grimace, straining as she held herself in the position.  Twilight read over every detail, not being able to get enough of her friend seemingly trying to rile her up today. "No...!" She forced her hands to her side, shakily uncrossed her legs, and stood up straight.  Her head turned upwards, only to be met with a stunned Twilight.   "I- it's... Um..." She lowered back down, her face burrowing deep into her hair. Twilight did nothing to try and ease her worries, too engrossed with lewd thoughts to even attempt to. She stared at her for a moment longer, not even realizing it.  The mixture of serotonin and dopamine rushing through her had begun to cloud her judgment, not even giving a thought to how she looked or what her friend might think of her.  She had always read about it in books, both in science novels and romance, yet she never thought she'd experience it herself. "T- Twilight?" She snapped back to reality, blinking a few times before she turned back to her friend.  She was back in Equestria, even if she was only tethered there by a thread. "Wha- What's wrong?" She remained silent for a moment, her knees shaking. "I..." Her knees knocked together for a moment before she forced them back up.  "I need to..." A spasm went through her arms, almost instinctively moving to her crotch.  "I need to pee." She finally admitted, her knees buckling and falling with her other the dirt.  "So b-uh-" A quiet hissing sound emanated from her, but only for a split second before it stopped. "B-Badly." "How long have you been holding it?" She questioned but regretted it almost instantly. What kind of question is that?! Be a good friend and help her! The rational side of her mind commanded, yet both her lips and her body refused to move to correct herself. "Since Pinkie and I found that note." She hissed, gasping as she bent over.  Twilight's heart raced, her throat becoming dry as she tried to remember to breathe. Why is that so... Exciting? "Could you help me back to the cottage?" She stared down at her friend, her knees going weak for a moment.  She wouldn't make it back to the cottage by herself... A small grin spread across her face.  How easy it'd to just teleport a few feet away and watch while wets herself. Yet, Twilight couldn't bring herself to do that.  As needy as she may have been, she wasn't going to be needlessly cruel. "Are you sure?" "Yes." She whimpered, her voice straining as she held the floodgates closed. "Why've you held it so long?" "I-I... Never got the chance to." She stared at her cowering friend.  Fluttershy had never been a good liar, especially not with people she cares about. "You know I can tell when you're lying." "Can you just help me?" She pled. "Alriiiiight..." Twilight sighed, encasing her friend in magic and lifting her up onto solid ground, quickly following suit. "But you'll really have to tell me after we're done." "Fine, just- help me to the cottage." Fluttershy stood up, hobbling back through the bushes.  Twilight made sure to step in front of her, purposely walking slowly. The pair took a quick walk back to the cottage, with Fluttershy having to stop every few steps to assure she would be dry by the time they got back.  As soon as the house came into sight, Fluttershy dashed for the back door.  Twilight followed behind, but by the time she had gotten back to the living room, Fluttershy had made it to the bathroom.  A loud hissing noise seeped through the wall, yet it didn't bother Twilight as much as she thought it would. Two or three minutes passed before the stream finally slowed to a stop.  Another minute before the toilet flushed, and her friend slowly slinked out of the bathroom, her face as red as a tomato. "I'm so sorry..." She quickly apologized.  "I- I didn't mean to drag you into this.  I understand if you're uncomfortable. You can just take this and go." Fluttershy held up the notepad she had received, slowly walking up to her. "What's this, exactly?" Twilight asked.  Somehow, her face managed to get redder, her eyes clenching shut. "Isn't... Isn't it obvious?" Twilight shrugged, though she knew exactly what it was.  "I like..." "Like what?" Fluttershy sighed.  "I like... h-holding it." "Ah." She nodded.  "I k-know it's weird..." The grin on her face disappeared once she heard a shaky breath rip through her friend.  A tear ran down her cheek. "I- I understand if you don't wanna be friends with me after this... I should've just kept it to myself." "What?" Twilight questioned, almost breathless.  She quickly rushed up to her friend, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close for a hug.  "Don't speak like that.  Of course, I still want to be friends." "Why?" She asked, her voice choked as she fought back the urge to cry.  "It's unnatural- strange.  I-I made you join in on the hold without even asking you first..." "Flutters, nothing would mess up our friendship, especially not something as small as this." Twilight brought her head back up to look her in the eyes.  "To be honest, I kinda... Er... L-Liked seeing you like that." She blushed.  Fluttershy stared at her, almost in shock. "... Really?" "You were cute." "..." "I could help you if you want," Twilight interjected.  "That spell I found- it holds liquid in place for whatever amount of time I want, no matter where it's placed.  Even in your bladder." She stared at her friend for a moment. "Only if you want to.  We'll just forget this happened if you don't like it.  I'll never tell anyone, Pinkie Promise." The pair became silent for a moment before Fluttershy stood. "Is... Is it safe?" "As far as I know.  I'm pretty sure I have a counterspell for it if the need arises." She became quiet for a moment, before subtly nodding. "Okay..." "You're sure?" Fluttershy took a breath, before nodding again.  "Mmhm." "Alright.  I'll come back tomorrow morning, then we'll start." She smiled.  "I'd stay the night, but I should really look over all these spells." "Okay.  Goodnight." Twilight turned around, heading out.  An orange glow had cast over her, the sun beginning to set.  She quickly headed home, excited for the day to come. Edited March 18, 2018 by Unknown104 (see edit history)
Annie, Loren, and Rachel sat in a circle on the floor. Gossiping, laughing, joking.     "Okay, okay! We really need to sleep." said Annie.      "Ah, Annie. Always trying to be responsible. We are having so much fun!" said Loren. Loren was a "party" kind of girl. She did anything she thought could be fun.     "Ehem! We have to be up early tomorrow for the airport!"     "Speaking of, I can't wait!" yelled Rachel.     "Me too! I can't believe we are actually going to Paris."     Loren took another sip from her soda. "Fine," she said understanding. "I guess that would be a good idea." She got up and sat on her bed. Rachel and Annie got in their sleeping bag. Loren shut of the lamp. "Goodnight, bitches." she said. They closed their eyes and fell asleep.      The alarm went off. It was early in the morning. "Ugh!" screamed Loren. "Five more minutes!"      "Loren, you are unbelievable. Come on we are going to Paris! Rachel wake up!" Annie walked over to the clock. "What the fuck, Loren! I told you to put the alarm for 7:00, not 7:30!"     "Whoops," she said carelessly. Annie raised her eyebrows at her. "Oh my god, fine, we'll make it. Calm down." She got out of bed. Rachel got up and took her clothes to the bathroom so she could change.      "Hurry up," Annie said. "Plain leaves 8:30!" They got dressed as fast as possible and headed downstairs. "Lets go, lets go, lets go!"      "Okay, okay, okay!" Rachel felt a sudden pressure on her bladder.     "Hold on, I gonna go use the bathroom."     "We don't have time for that!"      Loren's mom woke up to the noise. "What the hell is going on here?" she asked.      "Ummm..."      "Let me guess," she said tired. "You woke up late." Loren shrugged her shoulders. "How unexpected." she laughed. "Okay, be save."      "We will!" they ran to Loren's car and got in. Loren started driving.      "Its a long drive to the airport and its 7:38. It will take about 20 minutes to get there if we are fast. Are there any police around?" asked Annie. Loren raised her eyebrows in shock.       "Nope," she replied. She sped up the car. Rachel put her hand to her crotch. The speed of the car made holding her urine harder. Why did I have to drink so much last night? she though to herself. Half way through the car ride she started to move trying to keep it all in. Annie noticed.      "When we get to airport, use the bathroom as fast as you can." Rachel smiled and nodded.      "Oh, Rachel has to piss?"     "Yeah,"     "How bad?" she asked.     "Maybe a 4/10." she replied.     "Good, so you aren't gonna pee your pants."     "Probably not."     Loren was slightly disappointed. She was slightly into omorashi which meant seeing Rachel desperate to pee wasn't too bad at all. At the same time she didn't want to see Rachel embarrassed. Time passed, and they finally reached the airport. "What time is it?"Loren asked as she stepped out of the car. Annie checked her watch. Her eyes grew wide.     "It's 8:10!"     "What! How?!"     "I don't know but we better hurry the fuck up."     They ran inside, grabbed their bags and hurried. "Passports?" asked the lady at the airport. They threw their passports at her. They gave the workers their bag to let them check for whats inside and got checked for anything illegal. Loren took hold of the tickets. They ran to the where you get on the plain and sighed in relief.       "Four more minutes until we get on the plain." said Annie, out of breath. They sat on the metal chairs where the other passengers were sitting on while waiting. The chair were cold. Rachel shivered. The coldness made her desperate.      "Where is the bathroom?" she asked.      "Oh shit, they are too far right now." said Loren.      "I'm so sorry Rachel, we were so distracted. I forgot you had to go." said Annie.     "Hold it for now, i'm sure there is a bathroom on the plain."     "What if there isn't?"      There was a pause. "Passengers going to Paris, please get on board. I repeat, passengers going to Paris, please get on board." said one of the workers. The girls got up and walked outside to the plain. "Single file please, show the man by the door your tickets." she said. They did so and got on board.     "Guess what by the way." said Loren.     "What?" asked Annie.     "We are sitting in first class. " she said holding the tickets up, smiling. Annie opened her mouth in awe, so did Rachel. They sat down in their seats, Rachel next to Annie, and Loren behind them, next to nobody.      "Excuse me," Rachel called out to one of the ladies working. She ignored. "Um.." she hesitated.       The lady told all the passengers to "Please put on your seat belts for a safe flight..." and all the plain rules and stuff. "I will now check that everyone has put on their seat belts and we will be ready to start the trip, shortly. This flight will take 11 hours." Rachel put on her seat belt. It pressed on her bladder, she squeezed her legs together.     "Are you okay?" Annie asked.     "I really have to go."     "I know,"     The lady passed by them to check if they put on their seat belts. "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?"     "We don't have a bathroom here, sorry." she looked over to her seat belt. "Ma'am, your seat belt isn't on properly. Do you mind if I fix it for you?" she asked.     "No, it's fine." Rachel replied nicely. The lady walked over and and pressed her hands against her bladder and fixed the seat belt until it was pressing hard on her bladder. The lady walked away. Rachel let out a couple drops.     "Do you think you can hold it?" asked Annie.     "A couple drops just fell out..."     "Come on, you can do it."      Rachel sighed she put her hands to her crotch and closed her eyes. She opened them and crossed her legs. Then crossed them the other way. She squeezed them and let out a moan. Annie took out a water bottle and drank what was in it. "How about you pee in this. I can cover you." Loren head was peaking over watching her desperate. Annie handed Rachel the bottle and looked over and Loren, giving her the face saying look away. Loren sat back in her chair.      Annie knew about Loren's fetish. Once, she walked into her room and caught Loren peeing her pants on purpose. Loren told her she couldn't hold it. Later, Annie found omorashi links on her laptop. "What is this? I see your wet pants everywhere and now these links?" Loren explained everything to her looking very ashamed. Annie told her that its fine and comforted her. She respected her fetish and didn't make fun of it. Annie would watch omorashi from time to time and was turned on but only when she was really bored.      "No," Rachel said. "I don't want to pee in here. I'll try to hold it." she said. Annie put the bottle away. She watched as Rachel squeezed her crotch. and move. Loren listened in the back to the leather chair that Rachel was moving in, the way she struggled, her moans of "ohh" and "uh". Loren couldn't help listening.      About 2 hours passed and a lady came over. "Anything to order?" Annie ordered a simple grilled cheese sandwich. Rachel ordered a burger. "Okay, any drinks?" Annie looked over to Rachel. She knew it wasn't a good idea but she was super thirsty.     "Water please." she said. The lady left. The moment she did Rachel went back to squeezing and moving.     "Why did you order water?!" Annie yelled in a whisper.     "I'm sooo thirsty."     "You sure you don't want the bottle."     "Yeah."     "Okay," Annie shrugged. She threw the bottle in the garbage. Their food arrived. Rachel ate her burger and chugged down the water. Annie had a feeling this wasn't gonna go right. She looked up and found Loren peeking again. Loren shook her head to telling Annie This is gonna go bad. Annie nodded to tell her I know. Loren sat back in her seat and thought, This is about to get good...     About 5 hours passed. Rachel looked like she was gonna burst. "How bad is it?" asked Annie.     "Very bad."     "1-10?"     "9."     "Crap."     "Do you have another bottle?"     "No."     "Fuck." Loren peeked again.     "Its not going good?" she asked.     "No, I have to pee so bad and I feel like i'm gonna wet myself." she let out another moan. "I don't think I can hold it." There was a silence. Loren saw a her pants getting dark at her crotch area. "Fuck!" she put her legs together so hard and stopped the leak. She spend the next five minutes doing nothing but moan and sigh from struggling.     It was almost the end of the flight. They were all asleep. Rachel had her hand to her crotch while sleeping. She woke up to a hissing sound and a wet feeling of her hand. She freaked out an tried to stop it as fast as possible. Her crotch area was very wet. Her seat had a little golden puddle on it. Annie woke up. "What the hell, Rachel. Why are you making so much noise?" She noticed the puddle. "Oh my god." She said in shock.     "There's still so much more inside." she whispered. "I'm at a 10."     "We will be off in a bit."     "I can't wait 'a bit' I have to go now." Annie cringed to the smell of her pee.      "Hang in there." Rachel squeezed and moaned.     "Passengers, we are landing." said the lady. Loren woke up.     "How is the bladder?" she asked.     "I can't hold it!"     "Yes you can." Annie said. Loren looked closely and noticed the puddle from before. Rachel saw as she eyeballed it.     "I've been leaking and dripping. I want to let it out." Annie's eyes widened.     "Not here!" The plane landed. As it did, it made Rachel's bladder tingle.     "Passengers, take off your seat belts." Rachel did as fast as possible. The plain's door opened. "You may leave the airplain. Rachel ran out. Loren and Annie ran after her. They grabbed their suitcases. Rachel moaned as she bent down, dripping. She saved it. Loren stopped a taxi and asked him to take them to a hotel. Rachel felt her wet panties and pressed. After five minutes they entered the hotel. I'm almost there...thought Rachel. Fuck, I really need to go.      They grabbed their keys. "You can hold it." said Annie. They ran into the elevator. Rachel smashed the number of their floor and bent down in desperation. They got out of the elevator and found their room. Rachel jammed the key it trying to open the door, bending every bit.      "I can't hold it!" Loren opened the door as fast as possible. They got in and closed the door behind them. "WHERE IS THE BATHROOM?!" She asked with both hand in between her legs. She bent down, so desperate. She started sobbing, "I can't hold it..." Her urine spilled out like a waterfall. It dripped down her legs and made an ocean underneath her. It splashed everywhere and gushed. Rachel tried to stop it. She pressed against her area. She peed for a minute. She sobbed and wiped her teared with her wet hands.     That night Annie and Rachel slept to get ready for their fun tomorrow. Loren made sure they were asleep. She also had to pee and went to the bathroom and pissed her pants. She took out a vibrator, unable to stop thinking about Rachel's desperation. Edited February 23, 2018 by OmoLegend (see edit history)
STORM The day dawned hot, still and humid.  As soon as the sun rose cumulus clouds started to form above the Tuscan countryside.  By lunchtime they had risen miles-high, snow white and billowing above, dark, threatening grey below.  Valerie and I were staying with her mother, Angela, and her younger sisters Emily, 20 and Amanda, 18 at their family's villa. The risk of a sudden downpour looked too great to take lunch outside under the pergola as we usually did so we carried it, together with several bottles of water, out to the table in the old wrought iron open-sided gazebo hidden among the terraces that surrounded the villa.  Angela was keen to ensure that everybody stayed hydrated in the sultry heat and the water bottles circulated freely. An hour or so later, as the leisurely meal drew to a close, the sun disappeared, thunder rolled in the distance and fat raindrops began to fall on the glass and iron of the roof. "Oh well, the garden needs some rain." Angela commented.  "And the pool terrace could do with a wash, the way you girls carry on." "Oh come on, Mummy!" protested Valerie.  "You do not always bother to walk up to the house when you need a wee!"  Her mother blushed and mumbled something about it being a long way. The rain intensified, the sound of thunder drew nearer and the clouds were illuminated from within by flashes of sheet lightning. "Are we safe staying in here?" asked Emily in a frightened voice.  I hate lightning and thunder! "I think we are in the best possible place" I assured her.  "This gazebo makes a perfect Faraday cage" "Whatever that is" said Amanda. In my most pompous 'mansplaining' manner I explained that a Faraday cage is a metal structure that protects things inside it from electromagnetic radiation, including protecting people from lightning strikes. As the rain drummed on the glass roof, interspersed with flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder, it looked as though we were going to be stuck there for some time. Some time later, conversation stopped and heads turned to see where the splashing sound inside the gazebo was coming from. Amanda was wetting herself.  She had been rather quiet, sitting at the table in her pink crop shirt, small grey running shorts and white Nike sneakers, idly picking at a small bunch of grapes.  Now a puddle was spreading out across her seat, darkening her shorts and falling steadily in rivulets on to the stone floor. Amanda looked round at us.  "I needed a wee, okay?"  With apparent nonchalance she picked up another juicy purple grape and bit it in half with her perfect teeth. Normally, one of Amanda's insouciant displays would have had me struggling to conceal my interest but after Valerie had wet her knickers whilst sitting on my lap yesterday evening she had treated me to such a night of erotic carnality that I was entirely spent -  for now, at least. The rain seemed to be easing off and Emily stood up and walked over to the edge of the gazebo, looking at the path back to the villa.  She seemed to be making her mind up whether to make a dash for the house.  Suddenly lightning forked down and, with a hammer-blow of sound, a dazzling return stroke from fifty yards away lit up the interior of the gazebo and the tableau of seated and standing figures. With a startled scream Emily sprang back, clamped a hand into the darkening crotch of her sawn-off denim shorts and pressed her legs tightly together.  Shaking with fear and shock, she began to sob. Angela hurried over and put her arm around her daughter.  "Don't cry, my darling, its okay, you're safe in here.  And don't try to hold it in, it is not good for you.  Just wee in your shorts if you need to."  Emily looked doubtfully at me. "Don't mind Tom", said Valerie. "He is used to it after going out with me for two years." "Look, if it is any comfort, I need to go too" said Angela.  She stepped aside, a stream appeared beneath her dress and the old stone paving received a second libation. Seeing her mother deliberately peeing on the floor, Emily tentatively removed her hand and straightened up, still shaking.  She made no attempt to spread her legs as she drenched her knickers and shorts, pee cascading from the openings, streaming down her legs and over her canvas deck shoes to puddle at her feet.  She stood there for some time, her darkened shorts dripping, recovering from the shock and letting her body relax. The light outside began to strengthen, the rain eased and the sound of thunder receded into the distance. I was starting to feel the pressure of the water I had consumed, the more so as the storm had cooled the air and reduced the humidity.  "Excuse me" I said and walked to the edge of the gazebo.  With my back to the others I unzipped my shorts, aimed out of the gazebo and let go, sending an arc of pee into the shrubbery. "That's cheating!" exclaimed Amanda with a petulant pout.  "Just because you are a boy you think you are so clever.  Oh well, that just leave you, Val.  Or have you already wet yourself secretly over there?" By way of reply, Valerie stood up and stepped away from the table.  She lifted her sundress over her head, folded it and placed it carefully on the back of her seat.  Her lithe, tanned body showed up to advantage against the only other thing she wore - a pair of pristine, and entirely dry, white hipster briefs "I win!" she said, to laughter that helped to dispel the the shadow cast by Emily's earlier distress. She walked to the edge of the gazebo and I followed her elegantly swaying bottom with appreciation.  The rain had stopped and, although there was an anvil-shaped cloud in the distance, warm sunlight was now sparkling on the droplets of water that clung to the flowers and shrubs outside.  Slowly and deliberately she kicked off her sandals, took a step outside, turned and bowed to the assembled company, carefully placed her legs wide apart and wet her knickers.
Hi, I have roughly translated stories from "Annie", my co-worker, and knitted in one more story from my homeland site. These are partly told as real stories, but I have made them fictional. If someone wants to rewrite them more dramatized with better language skills, you are more than welcome :) I was working in a big company. It was again one normal casual Friday and we had a meeting in our purchase unit. Meeting had last the whole morning. There were two approximately thirty year old women from our unit in the meeting room with one older male guest with me. We had drunken coffee and bubble water. I saw everyone of us needed break already. We had discussed so long and our guest just wanted to sell his things. We had proposed to stop a moment, but he told he needed to go on just a little more before a total stop and she would soon end his visit.  Annie was one of us. The assistant, always talking and laughing a lot, big blue eyes with naturally long dark eyelashes, light brown curly long hair she used to straighten then and then. Her smile is nice and she really is beautiful for her age. Her hobby had been women's gymnastic. So, she had a great gymnastic body. Heart shaped ass and little breasts looked nice when she was wearing her shiny black and tight leatherette jeans, decoration zips in front (height of hips) and back pockets behind. She also had a blue tight nylon top and a short black dress jacket on her. Her manager Marie has taller slim body with a round little butt. Tight grey pencil skirt with dark pantyhose were perfect to her, I thought. She really has great jeans ass, but she didn't wear pants much. She had glasses and silky pale skin. Nice average boobs were hidden under a grey suit jacket and a white shirt. Black straight hair had knitted over her head like a bun. She had ran marathons few times, so her condition is great. Maybe more great than Annie's. I had to admit I had looked at their backs more than once and wanted to have a body like they have. Suddenly meeting interrupted. Firebells were ranging. Somebody shouted it was a rehearsal, but we all should go out at the safety spot on the yard immediately. Spot was near gates and we knew that it would take time. Annie tried to use toilets, but her boss shouted at her it was not allowed. Annie put her hand between her well-trained thighs and screamed some curses. We told our guest he should come with us and he followed us stairs down and out. We were standing out minutes, but it felt like forever. Firemen were inside and they checked all places like normally if there would be a real danger. Situation was terrible. We all were very desperate. It was cold and I thought my panties were damp already. It was all that excitement and needing to pee. I looked at my co-workers. They were dancing and squirming like little girls. Waves of desperation hit us more and more. No one spoke anything. We just tried not to wet our panties. Annie had hands between her legs and Marie was bending forward too. She was stepping on the spot and knocking her high heels on the ground. People around us felt sorry for us when I told we hadn't use toilets during the whole morning. Our male guest had had permission to drive away from area. But still, it was not easier situation for us. Being there so desperate to pee under the eyes of our company workers. After half an hour humiliation we were allowed to go back in. Annie and Marie ran so womanly legs tightly together in front of me. There were one toilet in the lobby and only two stalls inside it. We all went in the toilet and Annie told us it was all right to go to the stalls before her. She shivered and cried silently. I knew she had started to wet herself. She just stood there hands on her face. Pee was running loudly through her leatherette jeans on the tile floor around her heels. Marie sat behind her stall door and let her pee ran. She said she was so lucky her light-coloured and tight skirt had kept dry. After I peed I wanted to comfort poor Annie. I said I would help her if Marie would get her dry pants. Annie pleased Marie if she would not tell anyone what had happened. Marie left and promised to get her dry trousers. I said no one had noticed Annie's pee accident for sure. She confessed it wasn't the first time she wet herself as an adult and in public. "How can it be even possible?", she cried " Am I some pissgirl or what?". I asked her to told me her past story if it would help her embarrassment to talk about it. And she really told me the whole story about her last pee episode while we waited Marie back. Annie is a trainer in gymnastic team. They had traveled by bus to a competition. Bus full of teenagers. Mostly girls, but also few boys and their male driver of course. Second trainer Tia had sat with Annie. She was her friend and pretty much like Annie. Tia had her call name as a kid, because she reminded famous actress who had the same forname. They had been team partners already when they were very young. Teens hydrated themselves and bus toilet was full very soon. Annie's friend Tia had used toilet last and she had noticed red light. Tank was full. Annie heard this and she was worried. She had just reached the bus when they had left and drunken too much before their trip. She had needed to pee since she'd stepped in. Annie and many other of her teen trainees started to demand stop for pee. Bus driver told they were driving on a motorway and there will have only one chance to stop before the next city. A little cafe. Minutes and minutes went by and she had to struggle. Annie thought that pee was up in her head soon. Finally they arrived. Cafe really was small. Only one unisex toilet with a one stall. Boys relieved themselves behind the bushes outside. Annie ran fast in her carmine red skinny jeans keeping hand between her thighs. She was in pain, but second in line outside of the toilet door. Tia looked at the young girls in their gym leggings and training pants behind Annie. They were all legs crossed and knees together. Coffee ordering Tia proposed Annie that she should wait. "Annie you are an adult woman" she said. "Oh, okay, but I can't wait any... ooh...okay girls, be quick!" Annie said and let about ten desperate girls ahead of her. In a few minutes Annie felt she had slightly wet her red hipster panties for sure. She was in the toilet already. So near but still in big troubles. Soon she was the last and the next one in front of the stall door, when she heard water hitting voices inside a stall. It was too much. She peed and peed powerfully right there inside her skinny jeans! Pee totally soaked her pants and she kicked her shoes off quickly. Girl inside a stall went out in a second. Annie hide herself behind opening door. Girl hadn't noticed Annie's wet pants when she ran out towards her friends in the bus. Annie thanked her luck, but she was in shock. What next? Annie took her wet pants off and started to dry her lace trimmed cotton undies under the hand dryer. She texted with cell phone to Tia. "Help me. I wet my pants! Have you got a dry spare pants for me?" Bus full of teens would laugh at her. She knew it would be the worst humiliation in her life, if she'd step in the bus in her wet pants. Luckily Tia read her message and came soon in the toilet. "Oh , wow! You really peed them!" Tia said when she saw Annie's wet clothes. Tia laughed at Annie's black t-shirt : "You really are... NOT!".  There stood glitter red text "Super Dry". She helped Annie and wiped her pee wet legs with towel. Annie dressed Tia's black running pants and dried her eyes. She thanked Tia. Her reputation had saved. After that Annie said, she had always dressed black pants and jeans. Marie had came back and heard the end of story. "Don't be ashamed. It can happen to anyone. I can tell about my sister Laura's pee accident." Said Marie. Wow, I thought. I had met her sister Laura once. She was a great looking police detective. "Please, tell us." I said. Laura sat behind her desk drinking her icetea and wrote reports. She had graduated with good results and had her job as an assistant police detective. She had been one of the team at the police department only few days and her tasks had been mostly inside office. Then Pete, her co-worker policeman, asked her with him. He said they should go right now and hurry. Laura was full of liquid, but so excited she just left and forgot her need to pee. She grabbed her short reddish leather jacket with her and left the office with Pete. She used to wear that leather jacket, light blue globally common brand skinny jeans and a polo shirt like then. Her athletic slim body, little round bum like her sister's and her bleached blonde long hair had caused her nickname "Miss Swan" according to character Emma from serie "Once Upon A Time". Since her first day at the department everyone had called her like that and there really was a look a like. Even Laura had to admit that and she of course was a little bit proud of it. They left by a civil police car. Pete drove their car to the other side of the city and parked it behind a row of cars at the little parking place. In front of them was a road full of people and a big house with one outdoor. Laura had asked where were they going and what was their task. Pete had been quiet. When they had stopped Pete told her it was a stake out situation. They just had to carefully look at the house in front of them. There was another police car behind the house. If someone, who ever, would leave the house they should go behind him or her. By car if needed or just by feet. Laura was nervous. Her need to pee had increased while their drive. She was so mad at herself. Why she hadn't use toilet before their leaving. Now she had to be professional. She kept her knees and thighs tight together. She was a big girl. Never peed herself and she was sure she never will. She was too proud asking any pee breaks. This wasn't any boy or girl thing, it was a police thing. No. They'll both sat there until the situation would be over. Hours went by. Pete seemed to be all right, but Laura's bladder was harder than ever. She had tapped her feet and squirmed on her seat. Pete asked if she was cold or something. But Laura answered she was fine. Just her back became numb a little. Laura thought if she could ask a walk because of that. That way she probably could look around if there were some place to pee quickly. But no, she knew there wasn't. Just too many people around them. She tried to hide her desperation and mentally tried to think other things. Laura leaked once and pretty soon twice. Even more this time. She thought her jeans were perhaps little wet. It was too late walk out now. Pete could see her wet spot, if there was any. She just had to suffer and struggle. She asked if there was a possibility to have another unit replacing them soon. Laura was thinking how she could cover her possible wet spot. She had no water for spilling it on her lap.  She asked if Pete had something to drink. There wasn't. Just when she started to think water and spilling it, she peed! Laura said anything. She tried to be cool, but it was embarrassing situation. Most embarrassing in her whole life. She peed and peed like a little girl and it dribbled down on the car floor from her leather seat. Leather seat was like a water pool. She felt her undies and jeans so sticky wet under her. She couldn't move. Pete had heard something and soon he smelled it too. "Emma... I mean... Laura, what a h...?". "It's nothing... I just spilled some water and..." Laura started to lie. She almost cried. How humiliating! Pete noticed there wasn't any bottles or mugs. "Laura, don't be upset. I know what happened. I 'll call next unit and then we'll go home, save your seat and do some laundry." Pete covered Laura's nice wet bum with her leather jacket and hide the wetness from his neighbors, when they stepped in Pete's house. Right after they had closed the door they hugged and Pete whispered "Miss Swan, you are so sexy and wet!". Laura felt she was someone else. She was some shy little peegirl or TV-serie character. Not a cool and sensible police detective. No way. This was a fairy tale. Not a real situation. Pete let his arms settle down around Laura's waist and hips. He started to peel her tight, soaking wet and sticky pants and hipster panties. Tears escaped from Laura's eyes. So warm and secure feeling and she let it happen. "That is what happened to my sister. It was her first stakeout gig and they had been together since that day. Some men really get turned on, when a woman shows her vulnerability. It is not always bad thing to do mistakes." Marie tried to comfort Annie, who had twice experienced her imperfect.
Hey folks! Been too long, I've had a jungle of a month.  I first came up with the idea for this story last October. That little clue, plus the tags and the title, might give you a hint tp where we're going. I'm a little worried people may not be totally thrilled with this tale, but it is what it is because Meagan and Parker are who they are.  (Missed the last story? Here it is: Sexting. And if you'd like to read all the other Meagan/Parker stories before that one, let me know.)  I have the next story written as well, so I'll try to post that in a week or two. After that I may need to slow down, I'm writing a Meagan/Parker story that's much less omo-related -- since after all, Meagan has her own turn-ons, and it's only fair she gets her time in the sun. But plenty of fun times ahead. I'm quite looking forward to the next idea I have in mind.  ________________________________________ “So tell me about Meagan,” his dad asked. The question shouldn’t have been surprising: they were driving to Meagan’s town to meet up. And it shouldn’t have been a hard question to answer: after all, Parker had thought of nothing else for the last five days. School was starting in a week and a half, Meagan was done at summer camp, and they were going to spend a few days in Meagan’s family cabin. But Parker’s thoughts were mostly running pretty NC-17, so it took him a moment to come up with a family-friendly answer. “She’s smart and funny and strong and sexy,” he said, “and the first time we ever met, she made a Firefly reference.” “My, my. So it was love at first quote?” “Not really. We met at a party and didn’t see each other again for weeks. Good thing she was on the Ultimate Frisbee team or I’d never have found her again.” “Athletic, too, huh?” “Yeah, she’s so strong. Much stronger than me.” “Sounds like she’s the perfect girl,” his father said. “I’m really glad for you, son.” “Oh, nothing’s perfect,” Parker said. “Meagan taught me that.” And he told the story of the beach at Savannah. His father raised his eyebrows and nodded, clearly impressed. “That’s a really mature way of looking at the world,” he said. “I take back what I just said. Both the ‘perfect’ part and the ‘girl’ part. Clearly this young woman will be a good influence on you.” “Not entirely,” Parker said, without quite thinking. “Oh?” Parker blushed deep red. “All right, I get the picture,” his father said. “As long as you’re being careful I do not want to know.” Good, ‘cause I could never tell you half of what we get up to… “I just have one question, though,” his father went on. “How come she wants us to meet her at this park, and not at her place? Does she not want the parents to meet so soon?” “Something like that,” Parker said, hedging as best he could, and remembering Meagan’s last text:     Meet me at Forrest Park in town, I am NOT introducing you to my parents It seemed that Forrest Park was the park in Meagan’s town. It was fairly substantial—it took a little driving around to find the parking lot—but there wasn’t much to it: a small playground, a dirt softball field, a statue, two trash cans and a drinking fountain in a big mostly-rectangular strip of trees and grass. Meagan was sitting on the trunk of her car taking a drink of water as Parker and his dad pulled into the lot. Parker’s dad pulled into the space next to her, and she jumped down as Parker hopped out of the car. Holy shit, she looks more beautiful than I remember—and did she do something with her hair? Yes, she’s growing it out more… Then she flung her arms around him and such distant thoughts were banished. She kissed him quickly and chastely, then turned away to put out her hand to Parker’s dad and say, “Hi, Mr. Daniels, I’m Meagan.” “Call me Will. I think we actually met last May, very briefly.” “Oh, right! Thank you for driving out all this way.” “Not a problem, I would have driven almost as far to get Parker to school anyway.” He unlocked the trunk and started unloading Parker’s bags. “So this cabin’s up north, huh?” “Yeah, my aunt and uncle live up there,” Meagan said, taking the cue to transfer the bags into her own car. “They own it.” “A nice set-up?” “Oh, really nice. We’ve got 47 acres, our own well, the cabin’s real cozy…” “Mmm, sounds nice! Mind if I tag along?” Meagan and Parker threw embarrassed glances at each other. “I’m kidding,” Will Daniels said. “Wish I could go, but work is what it is. And I wouldn’t want to be a fifth wheel anyway. You kids have fun. Note that I am not saying ‘Be good.’” Meagan laughed; Parker blushed. “But call when you get to school, Parker, okay? So your mother doesn’t worry too much. Have a safe drive and a fun week!” “We will,” Meagan assured him. “Bye, dad!” And a moment later, with a wave out the window, his dad was gone—and Parker was alone with his lover again. Meagan finished loading his bags, closed her trunk, leaned back against it, and pulled him close. “C’mere. I wanna say hi properly.” She gave him a much longer, much sexier, much more lingering kiss. It felt incredible, being in her arms, feeling her body against his. He felt himself getting hard already. “Happy to see me?” Meagan whispered in his ear, grinning. He ducked his head, blushing. “Nope, no blushing, no embarrassment,” she said, pulling him back up for another kiss with a finger under his chin. “Own it, buddy. We are two magnificent hotties—fuckin’ right we turn each other on.” “You, too…?” “I’m more subtle, of course, but yes. Yes I am.” She glanced around. “But before we take this any further—and believe me, we are going to—let’s get the fuck out of Dodge.” “You really hate it here, don’t you.” “Mmmmmhmmmm. Jump in, we’re making tracks.” And she suited her action to the word, pulling out of the park rather faster than he would have. She drove a little angry until they were well out of the city center and on the highway rolling north. And it wasn’t until they crossed the county line that she started to relax or talk very much. But then she found his hand and squeezed it tight. “Dear god it’s good to see you,” she said. “Please don’t actually see me right this second,” Parker said. “Eyes on the road!” She chuckled. “Sorry, did I spook you with my driving?” “A little bit.” “I’ve been driving these roads for a very long time, I know ‘em all. But yeah, I guess I was a little jumpy.” “Any particular reason why?” “A couple, I guess… For one, I told my family that I was going up to the cabin until school started, but I didn’t mention you.” “Oh, so you’re trying to keep me out of sight?” “Yeah. Especially from my uncle; he’s pretty conservative. He would not approve of anything we’re going to do. He doesn’t really approve of dating, honestly.” “Sounds like he’s kind of a prick.” “Mmmmmmmmkay. I’m gonna need you to not talk about my family like that. Especially when you have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Sorry.” “My uncle is seriously strict, yeah, but he’s the one who paid for me to go back to Camp Graham when my folks couldn’t afford it any more, and he’s helping me pay for school. So I owe him a ton. And he may be strict, but he’s still generous. And he’s family.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” “Mmmmmmmhmmm. And that’s the thing, you jumped to conclusions before you knew the whole story. But I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’m still definitely on edge.” “Anything I can do?” “Well, as long as we’re in the car, you’re already doing it: you’re here, you’re talking to me, you’re holding my hand. When we stop there’s something else, yeah, and once we’re at the cabin there’s more.” “Looking forward to it.” “Oh yeah.” They talked about a great many things for the next hour or so, as they drove north: filling in the details of the summer, debating the merits of the latest Star Wars, discussing the mix tape they were currently listening to (mix tape, because her car was too old for a CD player), and so on. They also spent some time in silence, just holding hands, just being glad about being together. They stopped for lunch when they hit Lake Michigan, at a big park Meagan knew. She’d packed some sandwiches and a picnic blanket, and they went down to the beach and ate there. Having eaten and washed it down with soda, Meagan said, “All right. Now you can do something more to help me unwind a bit.” “What can I do?” “Kiss me,” she said. They lay down on the blanket and made out for what felt like an hour. “Thank you,” Meagan said. “That’s what I needed—part of it, anyway. I’m feeling so much better already.” “Good, I’m glad.” “So much better, in fact, that I’m gonna do something I wasn’t planning on doing just yet.” “What?” “It’s about another two hours to the cabin, so if you need to use the bathroom you should do it now.” “Yeah, that’s probably smart.” “But me, I’m not gonna use it.” His heart rate started climbing. “Thought that might get your attention,” she said slyly. It actually took a little longer than two hours, since they stopped by a store to pick up some supplies for the week. But Meagan being Meagan, two hours was nothing, and she didn’t even look fidgety by the time they passed the last town and closed in on the cabin. She squeezed his hand when she caught him looking, though, and grinned. The roads grew a little rougher as they got closer, however, and so the last mile was rather harder for Meagan. She did her usual thing of locking down hard, however, even as they turned off the road and onto the gravel of the driveway and rattled up the three hundred yards into her family’s woods. The cabin was perched halfway up a hill, which was not tall, but was steep enough that they parked at the bottom and walked up. About thirty yards from the cabin was the outhouse—a two-seater, complete with the crescent-moon cut-outs on the doors. “Need to use that?” Parker said, nodding to it. “In a bit,” Meagan said breezily. “I wanna give you the tour first!” The tour started with the pump—a genuine cast-iron-handled pump, like something out of the 19th century. Meagan filled his water bottle for him. “Taste that,” she said. “Isn’t that the best?” She filled her own and took a long drink, savoring every drop. It was refreshing—but Parker was more interested in what effect it would have on Meagan. Then she got the key to the cabin from its hiding place under a large rock, and showed him around inside. It was dark and dusty, all over wood and, here and there, old tools being used as decoration. It was big, too, bigger than Parker had guessed, clearly able to sleep a major family. There were four beds downstairs and a big loft up above, accessible through a sloping ladder. “I figure we’ll sleep up there unless it gets too hot,” Meagan said, opening up some shutters to let the light in. Parker looked up. The loft looked big enough for six, and seemed almost tall enough to stand up underneath the peak of the roof; they’d have plenty of room. “And here’s the best part, from your point of view,” Meagan said, ducking under one of the beds and hauling out a ceramic pot. “What’s this?” he said. “Those thirty yards to the outhouse can be just terrible if it’s raining or snowing or super cold,” Meagan said. “So we have a chamber pot!” She set it on the floor, pulled off the tight-fitting lid, and squatted over it (shorts still on) to demonstrate. He laughed. “I’ve never seen one before!” “I’ve used this I don’t know how many times,” she said. “So a trash can in my dorm room was pretty natural for me.” “Gonna use it now?” “I can wait,” she said with a grin. The rest of the tour of the cabin was quick: there was a cookstove in a lean-to shed around back, with a little pantry cupboard and a cold-storage hole that Meagan insisted they fill up with their food supplies and bags of ice. It had a lock on it to keep animals from getting in. After they’d unloaded the food and dropped off their bags and sleeping gear in the cabin, Meagan gleefully led Parker the rest of the way up the hill. At the top was a big oak tree, and nestled in its branches was a treehouse. Meagan scrambled up the ladder nailed to the trunk quick as a squirrel; Parker followed a bit more cautiously. The ladder opened onto a platform that ran all the way around the treehouse, with a stout railing, but Meagan was standing in the doorway of the little house itself, legs crossed, hands on the doorframe, grin from ear to ear. “C’mere first,” she said. Inside the treehouse was a child-sized table and chair, a toy chest, and a little bed. “I used to take naps up here when I was a kid,” Meagan said. “Isn’t this cute?” “Sure is,” Parker said. “I never had a treehouse. This is awesome.” “Oh, but you haven’t even seen the best part,” Meagan said. She went back out onto the platform (being careful that Parker shut the door behind them) and led the way around to the west side. The hillside dropped off a little more steeply on this side, the land had been cleared a bit, and intrusive branches had been lopped away—so there was a clear view across the forest and all the way out to where sunlight glinted on the lake. “Oh wow,” Parker whispered. “This is gorgeous.” “I know,” Meagan said. “I’ve dreamed of bringing you here all summer long.” They turned toward each other for a kiss. Then another. Then more. After a few minutes’ making out, their hands had found skin beneath shirts, butts under shorts, and various hardnesses at crotch and chest level. “I want you so bad,” Meagan whispered in his ear. Parker could only sigh his agreement. “Did you bring a condom up?” “No. You’re not supposed to keep them in your pockets, remember?” “Mmkay. No problem. We’ll come back here later. But for now we’d better go back to the cabin.” They practically ran, bouncing from rock to rock and root to root, and kicked off their sandals as soon as they were inside. Meagan scrambled up the ladder to roll out their foam pads and sleeping bags; Parker plunged into his duffel to find the condoms and lube, then hurried up the ladder after her, crucial gear in hand. Shirts came off in a tearing hurry—maybe literally, they didn’t slow down to check—and Meagan’s bra didn’t last two second, and then they were covering each other with their hands, and Meagan gasped as Parker slid his hand right down under the waistband of her shorts to find her clit. She kissed him frantically, hungrily, like kisses were breathing, and didn’t stop even as she got up on her knees to unzip her shorts and pull them down. A minute later she had Parker naked, stroking his hard-on with a lubed-up hand, as he began to slide her panties down after her shorts. But as he made her naked, she gasped and thrust a hand between her legs. “Sorry, I nearly leaked when you did that,” she whispered. “No need to apologize for that,” Parker said, blood hammering. She clutched herself for a few seconds, then turned it into stroking herself. But a moment later she shook her head. “I’m sorry, Parker, I wanted to wait until after… but I really gotta go now. I don’t think I’ll really be able to enjoy this until I pee.” “Then go ahead!” Parker said. “C’mon, then,” she said, and led the way down the ladder. But instead of grabbing the chamber pot, as he expected, she crouched down to put on her sandals. This took a little longer than usual because she had to stop once or twice and press on her crotch to hold back the pee. As soon as she had both sandals on, however, she opened the door and walked right out, stark naked. He slipped on his own sandals and followed her. She walked with that purposeful determined stride he remembered from that very first time he’d seen her desperate, when they’d arrived late at the frisbee match; but this was massively more sexy, considering she was naked and he got to watch how her butt twitched as she walked, how her breasts swayed with her step. Meagan pushed open one of the doors to the two-seater and quickly inspected it. “No rats, good,” she said, and flipped up the seat cover. Then she sat herself down and began peeing immediately. Parker watched from outside, just as naked, stroking himself gently as he watched. After a few seconds Meagan’s stream stopped. There was no toilet paper—that was kept locked up, she said—so she shook her butt several times to get the drops off and came out to him. “Did you like that?” she said, taking over stroking him with one hand and wrapping the other arm around his shoulders. “Yeah, that was nice,” he said. “But I think we were in the middle of something…” Stopping for a pee break had disrupted their frantic energy, but that was okay. They took it a little slower and enjoyed it all the more. Parker was enthralled by the pattern of late-afternoon light playing across Meagan’s breasts as she rode him in the cabin loft, gently and slowly at first, then more and more powerfully, slowing down now and then to lean over and kiss him, and finally squeezing him tight as he came in her, their backs arching in bliss. They lay together for a moment on their sleeping bags, breathing deeply and happily, kissing and caressing and cuddling—but then Meagan said, “Let’s pee.” She did bring out the chamber pot this time, and pissed a surprisingly strong burst into it as she slid the condom off his drooping penis and tied a knot in it. “I held a little back,” she explained. “Always good to pee after sex.” Then she tugged him down to the floor and aimed his cock for him, between her legs and into the pot she was still squatting over. He let go with an unexpected feeling of joy. “That was fun,” he said. “Mmmmmmhmm,” she answered. “Been too long.” “Oh, yeah, the whole thing was good,” Parker said, “but I meant peeing while you were holding me. That felt really nice. Like you were looking after me completely.” She grinned. “Well, we can do it again. 47 acres and we can go wherever we want. In more ways than one. We’re all alone here, just you and me.” They washed in the cold water from the pump—a bit shocking but rather invigorating, and it turned into a little bit of a water fight, which was fun. As they were finishing this up, there was a sudden screech. “What the heck was that?” Parker asked, abruptly acutely aware that he was naked except for sandals. “Not sure,” Meagan said as she dried herself off with her towel. “Some kind of bird?” “Never heard a bird like that,” Parker said. Meagan shrugged, which was fun to watch when she was topless. “Beats me. Don’t care that much, either. I got more important things on my mind.” And she kissed him. After dinner, they again lay naked in the loft in the light of a lantern. Not for sex, but simply holding each other, tracing each other’s curves, re-learning the look of each others’ bodies, and gazing into each other’s eyes. “I can’t believe you’re here,” Meagan said. “I know.” “This summer was rough, sometimes. I’m so glad you were there for me… and now you’re here with me.” “And we’ve got months and months together. We don’t have to say goodbye until December.” “I don’t even wanna think about that,” Meagan said. “I don’t wanna say goodbye at all.” --------------------------------------------------- Parker woke in the night, suddenly aware he had heard something. He listened intently. Yes, something was moving around outside the cabin. He wondered if he should wake Meagan, or if it was just some animal. But after a few moments it was gone, or seemed to be gone, and Parker dropped off to sleep. --------------------------------------------------- They had plenty of sex the next few days, including some of Parker’s fetish and some of Meagan’s, but they also worked in a lot of other activities—long walks, chopping wood (Meagan was pretty good at it, and Parker found himself surprisingly turned on by the way her muscles rippled underneath her tank top as she swung the axe), climbing trees, camp fires, and so on. But on the fourth day… They were wandering through the woods, steadily sipping water, inspecting the property for good places to pee. This was with both of them in mind, since both of them wanted to experiment again with Meagan aiming Parker’s stream. They’d come up with an interesting list—out of a tree, in the little brook, wedged between two rocks—but they’d only done one for Parker and were waiting on Meagan to get desperate. “I need to go,” she said, “I just don’t need to go really bad. And I think you probably want me to need to go bad.” “Always.” So they were killing time in the woods when they heard a roll of thunder. “Let’s go up to the treehouse and see if we can spot the storm,” Meagan said. By the time they got to the bottom of the hill, however, they’d heard a lot more thunder and seen some lightning flashes—and by the time they got up to the treehouse it was clear that the storm was coming at them pretty darn fast. “That’s so pretty,” Meagan said, as lightning lit up the oncoming anvil-clouds, “but we should get down. A treehouse on the top of a hill isn’t the smartest place to be in a thunderstorm.” They hurried down the hill toward the cabin, but just in those few minutes the sky grew dark and they felt the first drops of rain. As they came into sight of the cabin the rain began, with another long roll of thunder that seemed like it was just behind them. They sprinted the rest of the way—Meagan making small exasperated noises with each bounce of her bladder—and skidded to a stop at the door. Parker put out a hand to open it, but: “It’s locked,” he said. “Locked?” Meagan said. “I didn’t lock it.” “Neither did I. At least I don’t think I did.” Meagan looked around. “Weeeirrd… well, let’s get the key and get inside, I’m getting soaked.” But there was no key in the hiding place. “Is it time to freak out now?” Parker said. “’Cause I’m starting to freak out.” “Yes, it seriously is,” Meagan said. “There’s someone here.” Lightning crackled overhead, and thunder followed right after it. “Okay, I’m not happy about this,” Parker said. “This is getting way too creepy.” “I’m not happy either,” Meagan growled through the downpour, “but mostly I’m angry. Someone’s poking around on our land! Messing around with our stuff! Locking me out and getting me soaking wet! I am so gonna strangle someone for this. And besides,” she added, “the rain’s making me need to pee way more. I just wanna have some fun with you, not have to deal with this shit… “Mmmmmmmmmmmkay,” she ground out. “Let’s go down to the car and wait out the storm. Then we can see about breaking into the cabin and getting our stuff.” Parker was about to jog down the hill, but Meagan grabbed his hand. “I can’t run right now, I’m too full,” she said, “and you’re definitely not leaving me by myself.” “Oh hell no,” Parker said. “I wanna stick with you.” “And be my protector?” “Actually, I was hoping that you were gonna protect me.” “Smart boy. Not exactly chivalrous, just smart.” They were halfway down the path when Meagan said, “Oh, shit.” “What?” “Look.” There was a battered old pickup truck parked next to Meagan’s car, its bed boxed in with wood and filled with all kinds of metal junk. It had no license plate on the front end, and the window was cracked. “Whose truck is that?” Parker said. “No idea,” Meagan said, taking his hand, “but whoever owns it is down there right now.” And as she spoke, a figure came into view, inspecting Meagan’s car. In the dark and downpour it was hard to tell anything about the person other than they were wearing a black rain slicker. As they watched, the person opened the passenger side door and started poking around. There was another flash of lightning, thunder hard on its heels. And in the flash, they could see into the cab of the truck. A long jagged saw was propped up on the seat. “I really don’t want to go down there right now,” Parker said in a whisper. “Me neither,” Meagan whispered back. “Let’s get back to the cabin. Right now. Before they see us…” “Uh-huh…” They walked backward for a few steps, then turned and hurried back. After a few strides Meagan froze in the way she often did when she really needed to squeeze back her pee. Then she shook it off and kept going. Parker was far too unnerved to get turned on by this. They were clinging to each other’s hands now, gripping hard. As they came around the bend in the path and saw the cabin ahead of them, the lightning flashed again, an enormous double stroke that seemed to graze the hilltop. The thunder didn’t so much roll as it ripped the sky apart. And in the flash they saw a tall broad figure, wearing a rain slicker, an axe resting across its shoulders, striding down the path straight toward them just a few yards away… Meagan jerked like she’d been hit; her hand spasmed around Parker’s, nearly crushing his fingers. In the same instant, someone screamed. Parker realized a moment later it had been him. “Who’s there?” came a gruff voice. Meagan started again. “Mr. Carlson? Is that you?” “Yeah, that’s me. But who are you?” “Zeb Carlson, goddammit, you scared me so much I pissed my pants,” Meagan yelled, and Parker found himself suddenly glad to hear the anger in her voice again. “What the fuck are you doin’ creepin’ round my family’s land? With an axe?” “Ms. Meagan?” “Yeah, damn right it’s Meagan!” “Aw, I’m sorry, Ms. Meagan, I didn’t know you were coming up! Me and Jim saw smoke this morning and thought we’d better check it out. We thought your uncle mighta had squatters or something. We didn’t recognize your car, so I came up, checked out the cabin, and locked it up… I’m glad I don’t have to call the sheriff, at least…” “You didn’t recognize my car? The one with the Camp Graham sticker in the back window?” “I guess I missed that,” Carlson said sheepishly. “Well, next time, look closer!” Meagan said. “You got me standing in the rain completely soaked. Gimme the keys to my goddamn cabin!” Just then another slicker-clad figure came squelching up the path behind them. “It’s okay, Zeb!” called a lighter male voice. “It’s Meagan’s car!” “No shit, Sherlock!” Meagan yelled back, turning to face the new arrival and spreading her hands in exasperation. “Uh, hi, Meagan…” “Zeb, Luke… both of you, just get off my land. Or do you want me to tell my uncle that you came pokin’ around when you really didn’t need to, locked me out of my cabin in a fuckin’ thunderstorm, and then spooked me so bad I pissed myself? And that I caught you sneakin’ looks at my boobs?” “Ms. Meagan, I never…!” Zeb said. “Luke sure has! Both of you, get out of here.” She folded her arms and glowered. “Get!” “I’m goin’, I’m goin’,” Zeb muttered and hurried past. “And gimme my goddamn keys!” Finally she glared them back down the path, into their truck, and down the driveway. When the headlights swung away and into the rain, Meagan sighed with relief. “God, I’m glad that worked,” she said. “What, you think they wouldn’t have left?” Parker asked. “No, they would have, they’ve known me for years. But I think they probably would have told my uncle about what happened, even as a joke… and they would have mentioned you. My uncle doesn’t know you’re up here. He definitely doesn’t know you’re a boy, let alone a boyfriend. I don’t think he’d approve.” “So how does yelling at those two help?” “I hope I’ve embarrassed them so much they won’t even mention it to him.” She thrust her fingers into her rain-flattened hair. “God. I hope so. I’m glad I made up that bit about them peeking at my boobs…” “You made it up?” “Probably, but as soon as I said something, they definitely looked. Both of them. Totally involuntary. And I’m looking like a one-girl wet t-shirt contest over here—no bra, even—and so they’ll feel guilty about it.” “You came up with all of that on the fly? You are amazing.” “I’ve got a little too much practice manhandling sex-crazed dudes, I guess.” She was shivering now, and Parker wrapped his arms around her. “You’d win, by the way.” “Win what?” “The wet t-shirt contest.” She laughed, short and barking and still-tense. “And not just for the boobs, though they help,” he said, running his hands over them. “You were phenomenal, how you handled them. I loved seeing you just blow ‘em away. Though I hope I never see you that angry at me… again…” “I’m glad my righteous wrath is a turn-on, lover, but I am so not in the mood for sex right now. I’m fuckin’ cold and wet and shaky and I still gotta pee.” “Did you really pee your pants? Or did you make that up, too?” “No, that’s true. At least a little.” “Just go in your pants, then. They’re soaked already, might as well.” “This is gonna turn you on, isn’t it?” “Maybe? Not really my thing. I just want you to be more comfortable. To relax.” “Well, that’ll happen when we get inside and get changed,” she muttered. Then she added, “But—what the hell.” She spread her legs. “Are you going?” “Yup. Can’t tell?” “Not really. You’re too wet.” “Hmm… this is nice and warm, actually…” “Do you like it?” “Let’s say it’s an upgrade at the moment. But now I really wanna to get inside.” With the regained key, they scrambled into the cabin. Meagan immediately began stripping. It was not really intended to be seductive, but Parker was still not used to seeing her naked again, and ignored his own soaking clothes as he watched. She’d peeled off her t-shirt and pants before she noticed this. “You should get undressed, too,” she said, shivering a bit. “I can’t help it. I love watching you.” “Gosh, thanks. Now I know you’ve got a sexual interest in drowned rats,” she said sourly. He said nothing at this rebuke, and did as he’d been told, stripping down in turn. Meagan sighed. “I’m sorry, hon. I am just not feeling at all sexy right now, and I’m still kinda angry. And frustrated. And scared.” “Scared?” “If Jeb and Luke do tell Uncle Frank that you were here… well, I might not be able to come back to school. He might stop paying his part of my tuition. He’s never been totally happy with my taste in colleges, and if he decided I was ‘screwing around’ instead of studying… I mean, as far as he knows, I’m a virgin. So yeah. I’m scared.” They were both naked by now, but still soaked and shivering. Parker stepped up behind Meagan and wrapped her in his arms. She leaned back against him, but didn’t quite relax. Parker resolutely tried to ignore how marvelous she felt in his arms, to keep from getting hard. “Sorry,” Meagan said again. “I just… I’m not ready for this.” “For what?” “For getting in trouble with Uncle Frank.” “Do you want us to take a break?” “From what?” “The relationship.” “What? No! Fuck no! …But I’m scared. If I can’t come back to school… I think I’d lose you.” She gritted her teeth. “And I’d be stuck depending on my family.” “It really bothers you, huh?” “It’s why I’m working so hard at school. That diploma is my ticket out… I can’t let anything get in the way of that…” “Even me,” Parker said. “Don’t say that.” “Oh, I’m not mad. It makes perfect sense. I don’t want to be in your way, so you tell me if I ever am. I guess I want you to get graduated just as much as you do. And I guess I’m scared now, too.” They huddled, naked and still dripping, for another moment. Then: “So it’s a good thing you pissed your pants, huh?” “Say what?” “To embarrass those guys. Good thing?” “Heh. Maybe. I hope. Kinda funny to us, I guess… did it turn you on? Just for curiosity’s sake.” “Um, I was a little too freaked out still, and it was kinda hard to see what was going on. And I’m guessing it didn’t do anything for you?” “It warmed me up pretty good when I pissed again on purpose, but I can’t see much other point to it unless you like it. I can’t say I liked the feeling when I leaked like that. Embarrassing, even if nobody could really tell. I guess I have a thing about being out of control. Or under someone else’s control. And can we continue this conversation while we get dried?” “Oh, sure. Sorry.” He let go of her and they found their towels. They took turns rubbing each other down. As Parker dried Meagan’s legs, he asked the question that was suddenly on his mind. “Does it bother you when I ask you to hold it, then? Being under my control?” Meagan looked down at him. “That still worries you a lot, huh?” “I guess I’m still kind of blown away that you let me do this.” “’Kay. I don’t let you do this. I love doing it. I love it because it gives me some control over you. You know that. Or we wouldn’t have been doing it so dang often. Like, half an hour ago, before this storm hit.” “Oh. Yeah.” “Besides, I kind of like the feeling of winning out over my bladder like that. I’m in control of that part. And of course it feels great to let go after a long time holding it—and it feels so awesome having sex with you when I gotta go. Or have you already forgotten yesterday?” “Guess I did.” Megan reached down and pulled him to his feet. “I’m not gonna do it every day. I’m not gonna always want to do it. Some days I just wanna have sex. Or play around with you my way. Or not have sex at all. But this is the great part about enthusiastic consent, hon. When I hold it for you, it’s not a pain or a hassle or a chore for me, and I’m not doing it because I want a favor or I owe you something or because I feel like I ought to. I get desperate for you because I want to get that way, right then. Nothing more, nothing less. So no guilt for you, no grief, no second-guessing! Just enjoy it!” “Mmkay. I will.” “But right now I want to get into bed with you.” “Thought you didn’t want sex right now.” “I still don’t. I want to literally get into bed and cuddle under the covers until we’ve warmed up again.” “Well, cuddles are good too.” She grinned and kissed him. “Damn right, they are.” She kept grinning. “And tomorrow… well, we’ll see!” --------------------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed it. I thought I'd do a little exploring of what would push Meagan over the limit, and I'd never written a fear wetting before.  Next time, Meagan will also hit her limit, but in a totally different way. One word: traffic.  (Quick plug: remember that if you'd like all the "Season One" stories collected in one place, with a couple bonus stories thrown in, PM me!)
Hi guys, long time no post. Some of you may remember a story I started working on a few years ago that got quickly shelved. It was named 'Where is Alec Tremethick?', you can still find it here if you look back far enough. The challenge that I took on with that project lay in trying to create a narrative that was compelling in and of itself while still being essentially an omo story. The reason I stopped adding to it wasn't that I lost interest in it, more that the narrative had not yet fully developed in my mind. As it started to become a more complete picture in my head I realised how utterly inadequate the first few entries were - entertaining though they had been to write.  There were a number of things I wasn't happy with, but three things stood out in particular: firstly, the egregious dip in writing standards at the end of Chapter 2; secondly, the appalling character assassination that concluded Chapter 3; and thirdly, I did not feel that the characters were being rendered quite as I saw them in my head - save maybe Martin. I've gone back and rewritten a lot. Chapter 1 is much the same as it was with just a few minor tweaks. Chapter 2 has been significantly rewritten, especially the end with which I was previously deeply dissatisfied. Chapter 3 has gotten the chop. Though Kate is an integral character to the story, I've decided to introduce her much later in the story and in such a way that does not shred her integrity just for the sake of showing that she's a badass. She is a badass. But outright murdering people she could arrest is not something she would ever do, and her integrity as a cop is one of the key conflicts of the storyline. So Chapter 3 doesn't work. Meanwhile I prefer to keep the focus on who the real protagonist of the story is: Elise. The first half of the story focuses significantly more on her character development. As such, I have an entirely new Chapter 3 to replace the old one. There's also a brand new Chapter 4, and a prologue that I think adds a bit extra to the story. The good news or bad news depending upon how you look at it is that the story now runs to just shy of 13,000 words and we're not quite halfway.  In any case, I've decided to lay down here what I've gotten to so far, although I now know better than to make promises for when the next chapters are going to appear. Anyway, hope you're all doing well.  Enjoy, Des Tremethyk Prologue At the carefully selected location high above the dockyard a man cupped his hands against the cool early Sunday morning breeze as he lit his last cigarette. He'd had a commanding view of the forest of dockworkers and paraphernalia when he'd been standing on this exact spot just hours before. But now a thick cloud of fog obscured the waterfront and the piers below. It made no real difference to him. He had people where he needed them to be. For now he had only to wait. He did not move as footsteps approached his position from somewhere in the distance behind him. He stood there savouring his vice as the rhythmic thuds grew louder before turning metallic as another man came up the gangway behind him. 'Nothing yet, Aiden?' the smoker asked his visitor casually, as the man in the greatcoat and trilby stepped up alongside him and leaned over the side gripping the railing. Aiden pushed himself back and brushed off the front of his coat. 'Not a peep, sir,' Aiden replied softly, not looking his boss in the eye. 'I'm not "sir"', the man reminded him, waving his cigarette irritably, 'Not out here. You know better than that.' Aiden smiled to himself weakly.  'Sorry, Arthur,' Aiden pled meekly, 'But my answer remains the same.' Arthur snorted and stomped his feet on the steel platform impatiently. 'What are we doing out here?' Arthur complained petulantly, 'Bloody middle of the night dockyard liaisons? Seriously, who does that?' 'It's happening here, Arthur,' Aiden insisted, 'we've been over this a hundred times.' 'I'm not saying you're wrong,' Arthur responded, 'I'm saying anybody with half a brain would know it was a terrible idea. I find it hard to believe that his contacts agreed to it.' 'Very hard to believe, Arthur.' Arthur shot Aiden an inquisitive glance, but said nothing. The pressure must be getting to him, Arthur thought to himself. Arthur clapped his friend on the back. 'Don't fret, lad,' Arthur assured him, 'You're right. We've thought of everything. Can't go wrong.' Aiden sighed and closed his eyes. Preparation was the key and he'd gone over every detail until his eyes had bled. He knew he'd never get this kind of opportunity again and he was determined to make the most of it. Even Arthur had shown some admiration for the thoroughness of the planning that Aiden had allowed him to see. Still… 'Tremethyk didn't seem all that keen on it yesterday afternoon…?' Aiden ventured, watching his boss closely. Arthur frowned. 'That daft playboy's losing his marbles,' Arthur declared gruffly, 'Who cares what he thinks?' 'He thinks this is a bad idea, then?'  'Who cares what he thinks?' Arthur repeated obdurately. 'Well, maybe we could-' 'It's gonna work, goddammnit,' Arthur insisted, 'I know these types. Get so caught up in their persona of bullshit that they lose touch with reality. They'd be the devil to catch if they weren't totally up their own arses. But our fellows are better trained,' he added proudly. 'Yeah…' Aiden trailed off. 'Anyway - get your head in the game, son,' Arthur chided his subordinate, 'it won't be long now.' The two men continued to stand vigil up above. Arthur was almost right. It had already begun. Chapter One: Dust Dark. Cool. Dry. A gloomy cellar.  The room was nearly silent. The only sounds came from the wind and the twigs of the ash tree outside as they skittered across the narrow, grimey slat glass window near the ceiling.  Every so often sunlight would flash through the waving boughs and then through the window to illuminate fractions of the room. Save for the afternoon's rays the room would be completely dark.  In the corner a steep spiral staircase rose out of sight, the stone steps worn by ages of use. Leaning on the opposite wall was a very tall and wide semicircular cedar table some four metres in diameter. Scattered around the rest of the room were three dilapidated wooden chairs, an easel, a vice, a bucket, and a work bench covered in tools and dust. Somewhat unusually, the room was occupied. A young auburn-haired lady of no more than twenty five years lay bound and gagged and motionless underneath the cedar table. It would not be immediately clear to a hypothetical rescuer whether the woman lay alive or dead. Her torso and her legs right down to her tightly bound ankles were blanketed by a very wide gentleman's coat.  She appeared petite for a woman of her age and the coat seemed to have been designed in mind of a man more than twice her size. Had she two bound companions of similar size on either side of her they would all three have comfortably fit under the extraordinarily large garment.  But she lay alone - and alive for the time being. The wind picked up outside and the small branches started to rap on the window with more urgency as if they understood the woman's predicament. The noise finally seemed to elicit a response and a small moan escaped the woman's taped over lips as she awoke. Elise opened her eyes blearily. She tried to stretch before remembering her bonds and how she had come to be here. Still in this room, then... and still alone. Damn. Elise was surprised by how calm she felt upon waking this time. This was her second day of captivity and still she had not seen a living soul since she had been chloroformed and plucked off a quiet street the previous day in broad daylight. It was tricky to move with her hands, thighs and ankles bound together, but her unknown kidnapper had mercifully bound her wrists in front of her. She found that the limited freedom this gave her made squirming across the floor possible and she chose this moment to wiggle out from the coat and lean her back against the wall underneath the table. Elise shifted a little uneasily on the hard stone and her loose business skirt clung damply to her bottom. She had wet herself twice since being captured; when she had woken up on the cellar floor for the first time the day before in a panic, and the following morning when her bladder reached its capacity and she tearfully realised that she could hold it no longer. She had felt humiliated upon realising both accidents, particularly the second which had soaked her skirt and tights leaving a massive puddle at the base of the stairs. Though nobody had seen her disgrace herself she still could not help but feel impotent outrage at the people who had dumped her there like a chained animal. She was hungry, dehydrated, cramping, and in her forty hours in the room nobody had come to show any interest as to whether she was alive or dead. She grimly thought to herself that it seemed likely that they didn't care. The bound girl sat there for a few minutes listening to the twigs that had awoken her, straining her hearing and willing herself to hear from outside any other sound that might indicate the presence of another person nearby. She could hear nothing of the kind. Looking around the room, Elise got an uneasy sense that something had changed. The light was starting to fade as the sun went down outside and she realised that she would only have a handful more precious minutes to move about the room before it would get pitch black and she would have to bed down for the night. Deciding that she would try to see if she could hear anything from inside the house, she wiggled across the room to the base of the stairs. She skirted the far wall, flushing as she remembered to avoid the puddle of her urine that she had left near the stairs earlier in the day. Having reached the base of the stairs, she leaned against the wall and tried to determine whether any sound came from within the house. She could only hear the whirr of an air-conditioner, and before long she realised that something else was out of place. She looked to where she had accidented earlier that day and she noticed the puddle was completely gone! Bewildered, she leaned down and gingerly put her face to the floor to confirm her suspicion. She sniffed. Pine detergent?! Somebody had been inside while she had slept! She looked over to the corner where she had first awoke the day before and noticed with a shock that the drying remains of the first puddle had been mopped away as well. Somebody's been inside and they cared more about their stupid floor than me!, Elise realised with indignation. Trying to shout through her gag, Elise attempted to climb the steps to bang on the door with her wrists, but found climbing the steep steps in her condition to be quite impossible.  Her elbows slipped and banged painfully into the bottom steps. Tears sprang to her eyes as she collapsed exasperated and upset back onto the floor. She sobbed bitterly.  Elise wouldn't treat her worst enemy with such contempt, and she couldn't imagine what it was that she could have done to have been singled out for this treatment. After some minutes spent sprawled on the floor, she miserably slid back under the table using her bound wrists to lever the coat over her body again.  But no sooner had she settled down before she heard a door open somewhere above and behind her and footsteps crossing the ceiling. Heart suddenly racing and with a dry mouth and an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach the girl watched fearfully as she heard the cellar door get wrenched open and footsteps begin to descend the stairs. Chapter 2: Die Vorschlaghammer In a quiet area on the outskirts of the city, a single car sped down a lonely road lined with unfinished housing blocks. Even as dusk fell, the streets lay mostly unilluminated and the headlights of the vehicle blazed a path of white light through the dim twilight that prevailed over the avenues of ghostly concrete shells and scaffolding. The lone occupant of the sedan gazed out the window at what was effectively his kingdom. Through a series of strategic, carefully-planned construction contracts on behalf of Syndicate-aligned firms, Alan Sanders had succeeded in clandestinely taking control of the continued development of the entire district and through the use of some industrial shenanigans had brought further development of the area to a complete standstill. For the time being, the Syndicate owned the neighbourhood and it suited them to keep it sparsely populated. The situation could have caused a significant public scandal if certain 'independent' surveyors commissioned during the later stages of development hadn't conveniently found previously undetected chemical contaminants in the soil at multiple sites throughout the area making further suburban development totally out of the question.  Now the councils were making up excuses to the public and doing the Syndicate's covering up for them. It couldn't carry on forever, but in the eyes of Alan's few superiors it was a real stroke of genius which had propelled the young man to his lofty position in the organisation's ranks. Unfortunately for Alan, his reputation tended to precede him throughout the organisation. It was for this very reason that his subordinates had failed to inform him of their kidnapping of Elise Wakefield until the day after the blunder was committed. As he closed in on the safe house at the end of the road in which she was being detained, he knew very well that he was in damage control. Alan had no use for this hostage with which he had been saddled. He could have had her disappeared, but this thought struck Alan as ungentlemanly. In an odd kind of way, he was an honourable man. Certainly, an honourable crook.  It was true that few in the Syndicate were feared as much as Alan, but his reputation for ruthlessness was perhaps a little misplaced. He had certainly never let expediency trump his conscience when it came to unrelated members of the public and he deplored needless violence.  Of course, that didn't change the fact that he had to get rid of his prisoner and to do so fast. But he couldn't just push her out onto the street they'd spirited her away from like nothing had happened. First, he needed certainty. The car pulled into the driveway and Alan retrieved a balaclava from the glovebox. For a second he eyed the material with some resentment. Alan was very much a gentleman's gentleman and he did not enjoy dressing himself up as a thug. On the other hand, he absolutely could not afford to be identifiable and he was going to have to speak to his prisoner face-to-face.  It only had to stay on until he could ensure that she was properly blindfolded, Alan reasoned. So, with a measure of reluctance he pulled the woollen material down over his face, exited the car, strode up the driveway and entered the house.  The front door admitted Alan into a kind of entrance hall. To his immediate left lay a fully furnished lounge room, while a doorway on his right would have taken him to a dining room with an attached kitchen. Stairs at the back of the hall ascended to the upper level which contained bedrooms and a bathroom.  Of interest to Alan and adjacent to the stairs was a wooden and stained-glass pane door beyond which lay the descending stone spiral staircase which led to the basement workshop in which his guest was being entertained.  As he crossed the floor to open the door he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the door's coloured-glass panels; a short, stocky man in a business suit… and balaclava.  He snorted at the jarring asymmetry of it and then he was through the door and descending the stairs.  The room came into sight as Alan rounded the last few steps and he came to a halt at the base. He could see from his vantage point that the prisoner was lying on her side underneath the cedar table on the other side of the room. He couldn't see her face and she seemed to be feigning sleep. Alan wasn't buying it, however, and he decided that taking charge at this stage meant using his voice. A suitably fake voice, of course. 'You are awake, Miss Wakefield,' Alan asserted in a more gravelly voice than normal. 'And I am not here to play games. You have some questions to answer and if your answers are truthful, I may grant you your release.'  Alan smirked to himself as Elise betrayed her sleeping act by visibly jolting into alertness.  'Before you can answer my questions, however, I will be blindfolding you,' Alan continued. 'You are to keep your eyes shut until then. You must not ever see my face.'  Hearing a timorous moan of acknowledgement, Alan managed a thin smile and tugged the balaclava off as he crossed the floor and tossed it aside. Where Elise lay underneath the table, Alan could see that she had her eyes clenched almost theatrically tight. Good. She understands. This should be fixable. He gently dragged the petite redhead out from under the table then rolled her onto her side to face her away from him so he could safely blindfold her without any risk of being seen.  A pretty young lady, he thought to himself. Though he supposed that it shouldn't make a difference. Reaching into his breast pocket, Alan withdrew a large handkerchief and folded it lengthways to serve as a blindfold. He then gently lifted Elise's unresisting head off the ground to apply the blindfold, carefully manipulating the fabric around her soft tresses of chestnut-red curls. As he did so he noticed that she was shaking and he could see streaks of tears on her cheeks. Alan felt a twinge of sympathy, but he was a professional and he had his job to do. Blindfold successfully fitted, Alan sat down on the stone floor behind the bound girl.  'I'm sorry about all of this,' Alan said softly and with some genuine sympathy. 'I don't want to hurt you... If I can make it happen, I'd like to let you go.' 'But first, I must ask you a very important question,' Alan continued wearily. 'I have to ensure that you cannot betray me should I decide to release you. I will remove the tape over your mouth to allow you to answer.'  'But be assured that any screaming will result in a termination of this… interview, as well as of any chance you have of leaving here alive'. Alan added harshly. 'Do you understand?' Elise made a noise somewhere between a squeak and mumble.  'Very well'. Alan reached down and removed her gag. 'Please don't kill me, please, please, I swear I won't tell anyone, I won't say anything-' Elise gabbled, her voice shaking. 'Calm yourself,' Alan soothed, taken aback by her desperation. 'Elise, isn't it? Listen to me, Elise, my name is…  My name is Alan. And that's the truth.' Harmless detail. Anybody would assume it to be a false name, anyway. 'I meant what I said,' he continued, 'I don't want to hurt you. I wish you had never been brought here and I want you to go home tonight. But it's not as simple as that... I do need to know what you know about why you're here. Do you know where you are? Do you know why you're here?' Alan enquired, his voice level, but his heart racing. This was crucial. 'I don't know! I swear!' Elise pleaded, praying that her kidnapper would hear the truth in her voice. 'I was walking to my car, you grabbed me, and I woke up here! I didn't see anything, I don't remember anything, please mister, I promise I don't know-…' Alan gently shushed her to calm her down. Inwardly he was sighing in relief. She thought that he was her kidnapper. The morons who'd actually done it had at least managed it without compromising themselves to the victim. They had earned themselves a much less painful death. 'Hmmm. Well, Miss, I don't really see any harm in letting you go home tonight,' Alan said. 'But if that's what you want then you're going to do exactly what I say, when I say it. And that starts with you staying quiet for the time being.' 'Thank you, sir!' Elise breathed, hardly daring to believe her ears. 'I swear I won't tell a soul.' 'I would know if you did, believe me,' growled Alan, but without much menace. 'Now I hope you won't take offence if I reapply the tape.' She started to speak again but he was already regagging her. He then bent down to pick her up. He got one hand under her right shoulder and she mewled something in protest. Getting his other hand under her thighs, he realised her skirt was damp and he jerked back his hand in surprise. Then he saw the oval shaped dark patch on the seat of the girl's skirt. She's pissed her pants! Christ almighty, don't tell me those cretins left her down here on her own for hours at a time. Sitting her back upright with her back to the wall he removed her gag. 'Miss, I noticed you, er… had an… accident.'. Alan had dropped the pretence of his false voice completely. The discovery had made him angry. 'I… I couldn't hold it!' Elise blurted out in an angry sob. 'You just left me here! I couldn't do anything!' 'Just left here?!' Alan exclaimed, aghast. 'You haven't been untied at all? What about for meals?' 'N- No! I haven't even seen anyone! I haven't had anything to eat or drink since I got here! And I had to… go to the bathroom on myself,' she cried indignantly, flushing as she confessed. Fucking hell. They just left her here? Brutes! They'll pay dearly for this. 'Jesus. I'm going to get you some water. I'll be back.' Alan ascended the stairs in a rush leaving Elise sitting there alone. She had no idea what was going on. Was this man her kidnapper? Had this been some stupid joke that had gone wrong? Why had he only turned up after all this time? It boggled the mind. She could hear the plumbing working upstairs, and with some unease the sound jolted a reminder to her that in spite of her earlier accidents she had still not pooped for a couple of days and she would need to go soon or risk having an even more humiliating accident. A few minutes later, Alan came down the stairs holding a sandwich and a jug of liquid which fizzed audibly as he approached. 'Berocca,' he said by way of explanation. 'I've brought you a sandwich as well. I'll unbind your hands so you can eat and drink. After that we are leaving. Wrists.' She presented him her wrists and started to mumble her request just as she felt her tummy cramp, causing her to jerk her hands a bit. 'What was that?' Alan asked sharply. 'I… I have to go to the bathroom again.' Elise mumbled, blushing beneath her blindfold. 'Oh! Oh, okay, well, there are facilities upstairs. But drink that first. You're dehydrated, you'll feel a lot better for it.  Now… wrists, please.' Elise bit back the impudent response that leapt to her brain and simply nodded and presented her wrists again. She would be able to hold it a while longer and the deprivation of fluids during her incarceration was indeed causing her a nasty headache to go along with all her other troubles. 'I know it can't make up for anything or even really mean much,' Alan rambled, a little defensively. 'Nevertheless, I really can't tell you how sorry I am about the way you've been treated. The people responsible for this will be held accountable, you have my word.' Aren't you responsible? Elise thought to herself with some confusion and a little bitterness. But at the same time she felt a nervous, hopeful energy. She was going to be released.  With her hands now free she felt a glass being proffered to her. She gulped down the contents gratefully. Under other circumstances she'd have been nervous that the drink might have been tampered with. But she was completely in this man's power anyway, and it did not seem as though he wanted her harmed. With the glass emptied she started on the sandwich which had been tossed onto her lap. She heard her captor refill the glass and take a drink from it himself.  Definitely not drugged, then.  Elise heard the glass being topped up again before Alan stood up and strode back over to the stairs. She finished the sandwich and picked up the glass again.  It did not take her long to drain the second glass, but she decided not to return for a third. The urge to relieve herself had not abated during her meal, and to her surprise she even felt some pressure growing in her bladder. She thought her body could not have had all that much liquid in it left. Realising that her need was more pressing than she'd hoped, Elise addressed Alan again. 'Mister Alan, please. I need to go to the bathroom now.' Elise asked as politely but urgently as she could manage, sheepishly feeling like a schoolgirl asking her teacher for permission for the bathroom.  As she said it, her tummy cramped momentarily and to her embarrassment she was unable to stop a fart from escaping audibly.  Flushing pink to the roots of her hair and a little annoyed to have been ignored, she asked again. 'Please, sir,' she whimpered, 'I really need to go!' 'Be quiet!' Alan snapped suddenly from near the stairs, a razor edge in his voice taking her by surprise.  Stung by the rebuke, Elise fell silent and tried to understand what she could have done to antagonise him. The answer came to her moments later when she heard other voices coming from upstairs. Were they police? Should she call out? Surely they'd find her anyway? A stream of thoughts rushed through her head as she tried to process the arrival of others. She was so caught up in them that she didn't hear Alan's near noiseless approach. 'The people upstairs are the ones who took you,' Alan suddenly hissed in her ear, nearly causing her to void into her underwear in fright. 'but it was a… a case of mistaken identity? You don't have what they want. Unfortunately, they're not the kind to throw back a catch and my bet is that they have come to liquidate you.' 'L-liquidate?' Elise rasped with a growing feeling of dread. 'Liquidate,' Alan repeated obliquely. 'They are stupid and cowardly and they tend to look for… short cuts…' Elise completely tensed up. Was this a trick? It sounded absurd, the kind of surrealism that you might expect in a movie. But she couldn't - wouldn't - bet her life on it. 'W-what… What can we do?' she asked nervously. For a moment there was silence.  'I need you to trust me.' 'What? What does that mean?' Elise asked desperately and almost too loudly, fearing what the answer might be. 'I am going to return you to the condition in which I found you and then I will head back into the house and wait for our friends to get separated. I will deal with them one at a time.' Elise gulped. So there was going to be violence. And if he couldn't overcome the others… 'Please,' she begged, 'Please don't leave me here. Don't let them-… Don't let them….' Her voice broke as she stammered over the sentence she couldn't bring herself to say. She felt her blindfold being pulled off and she blinked in the gloom, tears clouding her vision. She could blearily take in her captor crouching before her; a young man only a little older than she was. He had thick dark hair, grey eyes, greying stubble, and he was dressed in a neat navy suit. 'I will have to leave you here,' he said with a strange look on his face. 'But I won't let them hurt you. You have my word.' He quickly refastened her wrist bindings and reapplied the tape. He then placed the makeshift blindfold, the jug, and the glass into a box under the workbench. He then quietly reascended the stairs, flicking the light back off as he went. Elise was left alone in the dark and quiet room once more. She shivered, frightened of the uncertain fate that awaited her and becoming increasingly aware of the pressure building in the back and in the front.  Time passed, perhaps an hour with her huddled in the dark. She quietly farted every now and then releasing the pressure that was building up, but she knew she couldn't hold it forever. She could hear the voices above her having an animated conversation although she couldn't make out their words. At one point it seemed to become quite heated and she was sure she heard a glass being broken. What are they talking about? How would Alan be able to separate them? Why is it taking so long, she thought as she shifted uncomfortably.  Then she heard heavy footsteps cross the ceiling again and a door opened at the top of the stairs. The light came on.  '-… -nd get her. You call Handscombe.' Elise was thunderstruck. That wasn't Alan's voice. What was he doing?! He'd been right there on his haunches in front of her - his grey-eyed gaze boring into her frightened viridian eyes - and he'd left her with a promise to protect her. Hadn't he? But with a sinking feeling, Alan's first instruction came rushing back and engulfed her like a bath of ice, tensing her body and sapping the breath from her chest. 'You must not ever see my face.' he'd said. And she had, hadn't she? But he was the one who'd taken off her blindfold. She didn't ask him to do that. It wasn't fair! Why did he do that? Was he just planning to let them finish her off after all? She heard the footsteps draw closer and closer until a giant of a man rounded the base of the stairs. 'Well, well… Princess Pissypants is awake!' he proclaimed in a rough voice to the sound of laughter upstairs. Filled with doubts, Elise squealed and tried to wriggle backwards away from the man. He leered at her as she bumped her head into one of the table legs behind her. 'We're going on a loooonnnng drive, baby doll. If you be a good girl I might even get you a fresh diaper on the way.' He advanced on her with a wicked smirk as she squirmed under the table to get away from him. 'Come on, now, come on out to Daddy,' the man said with glittering eyes. 'If you come out now, I promise I won't even hurt you. Maybe, anyway.' Suddenly there were some shouts from upstairs and a loud crash. The man paused and half-turned. 'Hey, what's going on up there?' he shouted with a nervous edge in his voice. Elise profited from the distraction by rolling herself as far under the table as she could manage. She pushed her back up against the wall and tucked up her knees to get her feet as far away from the edge of the table as possible. She wasn't crying now, but she was shaking violently, silently pleading for the man to take the bait; to leave her alone and go back upstairs.  Having received no answer from upstairs, the man seemed to hesitate. He took a step towards the staircase, then seemed to think better of it and rounded on Elise again.  'Come out now or when I get my hands on you I will tear your throat out with my bare hands!' he roared. Elise was paralysed with terror. This is it, then. Whatever's happening upstairs, down here it's just me and the monster. She was dimly aware of a warmth spreading underneath her ass. She looked down and could see a puddle growing where she sat as she forcefully peed into her nylons with no control or restraint. But even realising this loss of composure, she knew she could not give in. Going out there would be a death sentence. Her only hope was to try to make things difficult for her attacker.  The man was far too large to fit under the table so he would have to try to heft it aside to get at her. He was a large man, but it was a massive table with iron struts and it seemed to have been bolted straight into the rock. If it were as immovable as she fervently hoped it was then there was no way he could get her out in a hurry. But she did not have forever. Where was Alan?! She used her thumbs to rip the tape away from her mouth and screamed, hoping against hope that Alan could hear it and had not abandoned her. This disobedience seemed to send her assailant into a towering rage. He tried to pull the table away. It shifted no more than a few millimetres before his grip slipped and with a yawp of exasperation he gave up trying to move it. Elise didn't dare to believe it. Her plan had worked! He couldn't get her out! But the man walked across the room and selected a sledgehammer from the workbench. He stalked back towards her with murder in his eyes, the heft of the sledge dragging along the cellar floor ominously. Surely not. Surely he can't- The man drew it back and with an almighty heave he swung it down with the primal force of a goliath. With an almighty crash the cedar buckled and nearly split in two right down the middle. The noise was deafening. The man's strength seemed superhuman. And then he drew it back for a second swing. The poor girl saw her life flashing before her eyes. She couldn't believe that she was going to go out this way. How could anyone have that kind of strength? Where was Alan? She was going to be pulverised! Through her shock she felt her bowels begin to move. At first it started slowly, her poop solid and coming out into her lace-cotton panties at a steady pace, forming a tennis-ball sized bulge in her tights.  Then all of a sudden it seemed to rush out all at once. She had completely lost control and was filling her panties with mushy poop loudly and uncontrollably.  Nearly three days' worth of soft crap filled out the seat of her underwear and tights making a very large bulge under her bottom and filling the small space with the unpleasant smell of her accident. I'm messing myself, Elise thought to herself through the shellshock. I'm about to die and when they find me they'll know that I filled my pants like a toddler.  And with that, the sledge reached its apex, and out of futile despairing instinct she ducked her head. The world went dark.  Elise blinked against the near total blackness, willing her eyes to work. For an eerie, fleeting moment she wondered if she was dead. But the clatter of the sledgehammer's heft impacting the stone floor dispelled that vision, and she heard her assailant's furious, fearful shout as he span around. 'Who was that?! Show yourself, you coward! Do you- Two shots rang out in rapid succession. Elise heard the man slump to the floor. Gloomy strands of light were filtering down the stairs now, and she could make out a silhouette standing over the threshold, a pistol outstretched in one arm. Self-awareness returned and Elise came crashing back to earth. Her lungs had frozen in her chest the moment her attacker's sledge reached the zenith of its vicious killing blow. But now she breathed. Her eyes glazed over as she took in desperate, shuddering gasps of air.  As the figure advanced into the room, Elise's hyperventilation began to slow. Eventually it receded to the point where she leaned on a table leg and began to sob loudly. But through the ghastly shock she felt her resolve to return to her. She grunted determinedly, forcing herself to bring her breathing back under control. When she looked to her rescuer again its shadowy form stood over the felled giant. Something was being inspected. Still weeping quietly, Elise watched as the spectre toyed with something small. Then it turned to the table and bent down to peer at her. Through the obscurity, she finally saw the creature's face.  A mask. A blank, white mask. The eyeholes were two pits of shadow in the half-light, but from within those wells of black she could feel a penetrating gaze staring right through her.  Ghoulish though it was, after all that had happened it did not frighten Elise. Just a mask, a man in a mask, she thought to herself. Is it Alan? The figure silently reached into a pocket and withdrew a knife. It tossed it next to her meaningfully. Then turning on its heel, the figure glided back up the stairs and exited the cellar without a second glance. Elise sat stunned for a moment before she came to her senses. 'H-Hey!' she yelled after the figure. 'Wait!' With trembling hands, she grabbed the knife and sawed away at her restraints, accidentally nicking her ankle in her haste to get free. Alan had not bound her wrists tightly so with some care she was able to cut those bonds as well. But it took time. She clambered out from her hiding space, wincing as she felt the mound of poop in her underwear and tights squishing up against her rear. But she couldn't worry about that now. She had to get out of here.  Shaking as she stepped around the outline of her attacker's motionless body, Elise climbed the stairs and exited the cellar to find a house seemingly untouched by the commotion she had heard. Or so she thought until she saw two bodies slumped in the lounge room adjacent to the entrance hall.  With a shock, she recognised the navy-clad figure closest to the door. A bloodied knife lay on the ground below Alan's outstretched hand. True to his word, he had tried to protect her.  She approached and noted with surprise that he was unbloodied. The other man was bleeding out all over the floor and appeared to have been run through with the knife. Alan, on the other hand, seemed to have been struck from behind.  He's still breathing! Suddenly the reality of the situation hit Elise like the sledgehammer she had only just barely evaded. Her captors were incapacitated or dead. The masked man was gone. She was free of her bonds. Nobody could stop her leaving. She was free. Outside, the rain intensified from a drizzle to a downpour. Through the sheets of water cascading over the gutters to the concrete paving outside she could see a silver car parked in the driveway. And beyond lay freedom in the cold, dark night.  With escape a fait accompli few others would have hesitated. And yet here stood Elise with her head to one side, sucking on her lower lip with calculation stamped across her soft features.  It struck Elise that Alan was not very tall. It was a strange thought to have, but he couldn't have been more than two inches taller than she, and he looked even smaller still lying knocked out cold on the floor. To Elise's faint surprise she felt sorry for him. He was in with these crooks, she knew. But he wasn't like them, was he? He'd tried to protect her. As she stood there wrestling with her indecision, Alan stirred a little, groaning, and reached out for his knife before slumping back to the floor. And just like that, she made up her mind. She was going to get even. Grabbing a set of keys she saw lying on the coffee table in front of the sofa, Elise shook Alan to wake him. He stirred once more, but seemed very groggy.  'Come on, let's get out of here,' Elise said firmly. Alan was too out of it to resist as she led him out the door to the driveway and into the night.  Chapter 3: En Route Rivulets cascaded over the gutters in thin refractive columns as Elise and Alan lurched out the doorway under the security light towards the stationary sedan. The water drenched Elise's white blouse in mere moments and sent little columns of ice streaming down the small of her back and into the waistband of her skirt. Staggering down the driveway, the pair halted next to the vehicle as the deluge took hold of them and drenched them to their bones. Keys.  Elise's fingers shook as she fumbled with the keys. Finding a fob, she unlocked the car and wrenched open the passenger side door. With Alan grumbling and moving erratically, Elise managed to womanhandle him into his seat and tossed his legs in after him. Slamming the door shut, she trotted around to the car's right-hand side and, rushing to get out of the icy shower, she plonked herself roughly down into the driver's seat. Squish. The mess that she had forgotten about in a few blessed moments of adrenaline now oozed through the legholes of her hopelessly browned bikini underpants into her black nylon tights and smeared her upper thighs. Some had been forced up to the elastic at the back, left and right across the cheeks of her buttocks, and worryingly close to other unmentionable vectors. If Elise's facial expression in that moment could have been committed to canvas by a painter it would have been a prizewinning masterpiece. In spite of herself, Elise half-giggled through her shock. The old joke was right, it really did feel like she was sitting in a shepherd's pie, she thought to herself with amusement.  One embarrassing classroom wetting aside, Elise had never had many accidents. In the heat of the moment when she had been facing oblivion earlier, her messing had seemed almost mundane like it was just another slide in the horror show that she'd only narrowly escaped. But now she could almost laugh about it… She shifted a little and felt the mess squelch below her like a water cushion. It must have been the adrenaline, but she felt exhilarated; like she'd gotten away with something incredibly naughty. But as the smell started to fill the car she realised she would not be able to hide what she'd done from Alan. She finally glanced at Alan only to see that he was awake and watching her, eyes open and mouth slightly ajar. 'Oh! It's… I…' was all a flustered and slightly humiliated Elise could manage before Alan interrupted. 'Home. Override!' Alan enunciated, more loudly and firmly than Elise would have thought he could have managed in his condition. But her surprise at his apparent recovery was nothing compared to her shock as the vehicle responded to its master's command. The car locked its doors. The vehicle started itself up in defiance of the keys Elise still clutched in her right hand. Then it began reversing down the driveway as Elise grappled with the steering wheel in futile confusion. Then she heard a female voice. 'Voice activation engaged. Welcome back, Master Sanders. Navigating to Home - Inner Rothsay.' Panicking a little at the realisation she'd been trapped again, Elise floundered with the controls in desperation. The steering wheel did nothing. The pedals did nothing. The gearstick felt like it had been fixed in cement. As the car pulled out onto the street, she rounded on Alan angrily. 'What did you do?! What are you doing?! Where are we going?! Why-…' she cried before Alan interrupted. 'We're getting to safety. The only place I know for sure we'll be safe.' 'Home? Your home? Stop! Let me out!' 'I can't. We're not safe. You're not safe. Those fuc-…' remembering his manners, Alan cut off the expletive. 'I mean, those… gentlemen apparently did some… silly things that have made things worse. A lot worse. You can't go home now, they would come back for you.' 'But they're dead!' Alan eyed her calculatingly.  'Both of them?' he asked, eyebrow arched. 'Yes!' 'Well, then, clearly I've underestimated you, Miss,' Alan said, impressed. 'How'd you do it?' 'Do what? I-… Wait, no, I-I didn't! Somebody else was there!' 'Somebody else?' Alan furrowed his brow. 'Yes! I-'  'Who?' Alan interrupted. 'W-well,' Elise stammered, 'I, I, I'm not sure. They never spoke, or at least I don't think they did.' '"You don't think they did"?' Alan repeated at her impatiently, 'Well, did they or didn't they?' 'Look,' Elise snarled angrily, 'that maniac you let come downstairs nearly smashed me apart with a sledgehammer! I was a bit too focused on that to be worrying about other things like who said what and when!' 'Wait - Anders attacked you? With a sledgehammer?!' Alan exclaimed in astonishment. 'But they were planning to-…' 'IT HAPPENED!' Elise thundered indignantly. 'I was under the table and he tried to kill me!' 'Okay, okay, I understand, I do apologise for my rudeness,' said Alan contritely, raising his hands in apology. 'This other person, he killed Anders and set you free?' 'Uh… Yes…' Elise confirmed uncertainly. 'Just as the huge guy was going to strike, this other guy came down and fired a pistol. And then he threw a knife to me.' 'He saw you, then? Did you get a good look at him?' Alan inquired curiously. 'Why does it matter?'  'It could be very important. Please.' Elise bowed her head into her hands and rubbed her temples. 'I don't know,' she said quietly. 'I didn't get that good a look. He had a white mask on.' 'Ah,' Alan uttered stonily, and with this disclosure he fell silent and diverted his gaze to stare out the window. Elise gaped at him for a moment. It seemed like this new revelation was troubling him and she could sense that Alan knew more than he was letting on. 'I don't suppose you saw where this person went?' Alan enquired eventually. 'No.' The car turned off the road they had been on to a wider dual-carriageway road. Here streetlights intermittently illuminated the interior of the car as Elise chewed her lower lip and stared at Alan with a mixture of frustration and apprehension. As ever, Alan's poker face was unreadable, but she thought she could detect worry and possibly even fear. But she had worries of her own. 'Am I still your hostage?' Elise asked with some trepidation. 'Hmmm?' Alan appeared to stir from his reverie. 'You said I can't leave,' Elise reminded him bitterly. 'You're taking me somewhere else against my will. What are you going to do with me?' 'Well… No. You're not,' Alan sighed. 'As I said, we're going to the only place I know for sure we'll be safe. Then we can decide what to do.' 'But they're dead!' Elise exclaimed. 'I told you!' 'Makes no difference, I'm afraid,' Alan continued glumly. 'Those two clowns were going to try to ransom you off to somebody on the premise that you had something valuable that they're looking for. And they'd already given your name.' Elise frowned in bewilderment. 'Who were they going to ransom me to?' she asked confusedly.  'I don't know exactly. All I know is that it's someone well-connected with a lot of… well, certain kinds of people that you don't want to meet.' Alan fixed her with a grim stare. 'The kinds of people who own pig farms and chemical storage warehouses.' 'Well, what do they want from me?' 'I don't know that either. Information is my best guess,' Alan idly speculated. 'Documents, maybe?'  Seeing the expression of protest on Elise's face Alan quickly added 'I know you don't have anything like that. Like I said earlier, it's an asinine case of mistaken identity. But that's what they're looking for. I think.' 'And it's worth kidnapping somebody over, is it?' Elise demanded as she glared at Alan. 'Honestly, I don't know what it's worth,' Alan responded impassively. 'What I do know is that if you had been carrying documents or whatever it is that those guys are after and they knew you had it, you would've thanked your lucky stars that the idiots back at the house who grabbed you first worked for me.' Silence reigned in the car for a moment as Elise took this in. 'So where do you fit in all of this, then?' 'Pardon?' 'Well, they want documents, or information, or whatever,' Elise observed. 'But in the end it wasn't them who kidnapped me. It was your men. So you're after something as well!' 'Maybe I just want money?' Alan suggested. 'Then you could have just gone through with the ransom to the other group!' Elise pointed out. Alan looked scandalised. 'I would never agree to that!' he snapped. 'What kind of a man do you think I am?' 'Oh, so you're not that sort of kidnapper, then?' Elise laughed. 'And you said you were going to let me go. I've never heard of a kidnapper giving up a ransom just because they didn't get the exact rich white girl that they set out to get!' In spite of himself, Alan smirked - seemingly with approval, but he said nothing. 'I think,' Elise continued slowly, 'I think you know exactly what it is that they're after. I think you want it too.' Elise held Alan's stony stare for a few seconds. Alan sighed.  'Look, I really am truly sorry about what's happened to you,' Alan stated with his head downcast, looking at his hands, 'Everything seems to be happening so fast. I'm ashamed to say this whole affair's been out of my control since the start.' He looked up at her. 'I didn't know that that oaf would try to kill you back there,' Alan continued, this time looking her square in the eye, 'I would never have permitted him to go down to bring you upstairs if I thought something like that might have happened. I'd have sooner shot him where he stood. Maybe I should have. But I promise you that I will not put you in harm's way like that again.' 'You could just let me out of the car now,' Elise suggested hopefully. The car had pulled up for a red light at an intersection on the edge of the Syndicate's new territory. Other road traffic whizzed past in front of them. Alan clicked his tongue.  'I told you, others would come looking for you,' Alan reminded her. 'Just because you don't have what they want doesn't mean that they wouldn't bury you in a ditch somewhere. Possibly - but not necessarily - after putting a bullet in the back of your head' 'So what am I supposed to do, then?' Elise exclaimed in dismay. 'I'm still your hostage, but it's all for my protection?' 'You're my guest, not my hostage,' Alan insisted. 'There's a difference.' 'Oh? What difference?' Alan dipped his head in exhaustion. 'Please, Miss Wakefield, I'm just trying to protect you.'.  'Are you?' Elise demanded. 'I only have your word for it that anybody else might come for me. Come to that, how can I be sure that anything you've said is true? You're lying, aren't you?! You're making all of this up just so that I will follow along compliantly without questioning anything and let you throw me into another cellar!' Alan looked up at her with a glint in his eye.  'You need proof? Okay.' Alan lifted his voice and addressed the car's internal service unit. 'Jacey, display review camera 11-, uh, 117. Please.' The female voice Elise had heard when the car had started up replied: 'Review Camera 117 connecting... Please stand by.' A panel above the car radio lit up and was showing a loading screen. After a couple of seconds a picture appeared showing a high-resolution CCTV view of the cellar workshop in which Elise had been imprisoned.  Elise gaped in surprise at the picture. She did not remember seeing a camera in the room. 'Okay,' she said slowly, 'but what's this supposed to prove?' 'Hmmm,' Alan muttered to himself, 'well, nothing yet… Jacey, 116, please. Actually, 115, please, 115.' The view on the screen flicked to the entry hall of the house very briefly before moving to a camera showing the driveway they'd departed not ten minutes before.  'Aha!' Alan cried triumphantly, 'what have we here?' It was hard to make out in the dark, but another car had just pulled into the driveway. Elise watched as three men disembarked the car. The men were heavily built and casually dressed in jeans and sweaters. Each of them seemed to be carrying a firearm. 'Track them, please, Jacey,' Alan instructed, 'and I'd like audio when they enter the house too.' They watched from the driveway camera as the men entered the house. The screen switched to the entry hall camera feed. Two of the men went straight over to the cellar's glass-pane door and wrenched it open before descending. The man who stayed behind peeked into the lounge room curiously checking out the mess from Alan's fight with the dead man. '117, please, Jacey. And audio!' Alan reiterated. The view shifted back to the cellar camera. The two men had reached the bottom and were standing over the corpse of Elise's tormentor. One of the men spun around and kicked a bucket across the room, cursing in frustration. The other man reached for his phone, dialled, and then lifted it to his ear. 'Nope, sorry. They're dead. She's gone.' Elise was stunned. She looked from the screen to Alan and back to the screen. Alan merely grimaced without taking his eyes off the screen and nodded dejectedly to himself.  The two men turned and went back up the stairs and the camera switched back to the entry hall. The man who had stayed upstairs was leaning against a wall as his colleagues came out of the cellar.  'Well?' The man who had made the phone call gave a quick shake of the head and continued out the door without breaking his stride. Shrugging, the leaning man followed him out just as the bucket-kicking man ascended from the cellar himself. He, too, started to follow his friends out, but stopped in the middle of the room and suddenly looked right up at the camera causing Elise to jolt upright in her seat. 'You smartarse pr*ck. We're gonna find you.' And with that he raised his pistol and the camera feed cut to static before switching to the driveway camera. 'We'll see about that,' Alan countered smugly. He glanced back to Elise and was taken aback when he saw her face. This turn of events had clearly affected her in a big way. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks as she sat transfixed watching the display as the men loaded up into the car and set off again. 'Ah,' Alan said, suddenly discomfited, 'er, Jacey, cut the feed, please, thank you.' As the feed cut to black, Elise broke into a sob and buried her face in her hands. Unsure of himself, Alan awkwardly reached across to pat her on the shoulder. 'Don't worry, Miss Wakefield, they will never find you,' Alan reassured her, 'you'll be safe with us, it's okay, it's alright.' 'Easy for you to say!' Elise sobbed, 'it's me they're after! I can't go home! I can't go anywhere! What about my family, my partner, my job? Oh god, Tyson. Who's looking after Tyson?!' 'Tyson?' Alan asked carefully, 'Who is Tyson?' 'My dog!' Elise shrieked,  'My partner's away on business and he's been at home by himself for three days! Nobody to feed him or give him water. All because of you! Oh my god, Tyson, we've got to go get him!' 'Are you crazy?' Alan jerked back in alarm, 'There will be people watching your house! Neither of us can go there!' 'He's my dog!' Elise yelled back hysterically, 'You want him to die of exposure? Let me out!' Elise scrabbled at the door and Alan leapt across to restrain her. 'Stop it! Stop it! Okay, okay, for god's sake, we'll get your damn dog!' Alan promised exasperatedly, 'I guess that can be a job for Millie. Gee, I hope she's home when we get back.' Elise slumped back and sobbed quietly in her seat, but she was beginning to calm down a little.  'Who's Millie?' Elise asked, sniffling. 'Erm,' Alan hesitated, struggling to think of a description that would do Emiliana Madaffari justice. 'She's, er, a friend of a friend,' he finished lamely, 'She'd be about your age. Actually, a bit younger, I think. She can be a bit of a, er, a livewire. If she gets too intense, be sure to tell her. God knows I have to. ' Alan shook his head.  'Anyway, we're not far off from arriving now. Three minutes, give or take.' They sat there in silence for a moment. Eventually Elise broke it. 'I… I'm sorry I called you a liar,' she said with a shaking voice. 'Miss Wakefield, you have nothing to apologise for,' Alan assured her, 'In your position, I'm sure I would have been suspicious too.' 'Elise,' Elise interjected. 'What?' 'Just Elise, please. 'Miss Wakefield' is weird, it makes you sound like my landlord.' Elise said, still sniffling but with a small chuckle. Alan stared blankly for a second before snickering awkwardly. 'Very well, Elise. Anyway, we're nearly there. We'll have dinner, and you can shower. I'm sure Millie has some clothes she can lend you. She'd be about your size, I think. And by hook or by crook we will get your dog.' 'Thanks,' Elise managed a weak smile for a second before she broke down again, 'But this is so insane, I can't believe this is all happening. How am I going to get my life back? I… I'm scared. I don't want to say it, but I am, I'm scared!' Alan was at a loss for words. Truth be told, he had never had the most sensitive people skills, and this one was well beyond him. And what could he even say? The people hunting her were animals. She was right to be scared. 'There, there…' he soothed pathetically, 'We'll… We'll work something out. In the meantime, you'll be safe where we're going. That much is true.' Silence reigned in the car for another moment once again broken only by Elise's sniffling. 'Sorry about your car seat, Alan…' Elise murmured sheepishly. 'What? What on earth for?' Alan asked with a frown. Elise blinked at him with incredulity. The unfortunate odour of her accident was unmistakeable in the car, but Alan's baffled expression betrayed no sign that he'd noticed it. Either he was a fantastic actor and set on playing the gentleman or he was being intensely obtuse. Maybe that hit to the head had done more damage than they'd realised, Elise pondered. 'I, uh, well, uh,' Elise stammered in confusion, 'You remember I said that I hadn't been untied to… go to the bathroom since you, well… kidnapped me. Well-…' 'Oh, that,' Alan interrupted, waving a hand dismissively, 'please don't worry about it. The seat will dry. The important thing is that you're safe.' 'Yes, but I didn't just-…' 'The rain probably rinsed it all out anyway,' Alan blundered on obliviously, 'it's just a bit of… water at the end of the day, no harm done.' 'Oh? Er, alright, then?' Elise ventured in bewilderment, searching Alan's expression for any hint of discreet understanding and finding only earnest ignorance. The car turned onto a narrow cobbled road and began to slow. This was an older, more affluent area, quite far removed from the hustle and bustle of the busy city centre that Elise called home.  She peeked out curiously into the darkness. Facing each other from opposite sides of the lane, a hedge and a two-metre high sandstone wall completely blocked her view of the homes on either side. Further ahead she glimpsed the silhouettes of behemoth gothic mansions lurking in the distance, shrouded in shadow. 'We're here,' Alan announced woodenly as the car slowed up alongside the hedge and proceeded through a brass and steel gate that had opened automatically. As the car's headlights flashed over a bronze plaque adorning the stonework bestride the gate, Elise just had time to make out the name: 'Halatine Hill'. What lay beyond caused Elise's jaw to drop. They had been admitted to what looked like an old-fashioned country estate. A very large oak tree occupied the heart of a lush, manicured lawn which rolled away before them down to a tall red-brick Victorian manor which awaited them at the end of a rhododendron-lined driveway. Light poured out of large picture windows on the ground floor into trapezoids splayed across the grass around the house. Partly illuminated at the foot of the manor's front steps was a rose garden with a fountain featuring a stone statue of Hermes, naked except for a cloak and brandishing his famous kerykeion. 'What is this place?' Elise asked breathlessly. 'Home.' Alan answered simply. Elise gaped at him. 'Well, I guess that does seem to rule out any money motivations,' Elise mused teasingly. Alan shot her a look. 'This is a friend's place, not mine. I just live here. For the time being, anyway.' 'A friend?' Elise asked, 'This Millie girl?' 'Millie? Hah! No,' Alan sneered, 'but she does act as if she owns the place so watch out. Millie's… Millie. You'll see.' Elise wasn't sure what to make of that comment. But she pressed on. 'So who is the lucky owner, then?' Alan sighed, 'A gentleman named Roman Laquiere. We're… good friends. And since you're interested, he's also the one who had the bright idea of plucking a certain woman off a certain street not all that long ago.' The car pulled up to the side of the manor and parked itself neatly next to a gravel path that meandered towards the front of the house. 'You have reached your destination,' Jacey announced, 'Good evening, Master Sanders, Mistress Wakefield.' 'Wait, you mean-…' 'Let's go,' Alan said firmly. As Elise disembarked the vehicle she experienced the confronting sensation of suction as she peeled her bottom away from the chair. The seat was obviously quite badly soiled, Elise noted guiltily. She certainly wouldn't be able to hide that. But Alan was already making his way down the gravel path. It passed through a white wooden arbour gate and continued alongside the house underneath a pergola laced with vines and lilacs up to the front steps. Alan pushed the arbour gate open and turned back to give Elise a quizzical look. The sight of Alan holding the gate open for her made Elise hesitate. Was she really doing this? Voluntarily following her own captor into his lair? She'd heard of hostages experiencing Stockholm Syndrome before, but this wasn't like that. She'd come this far because she'd had no choice, but it didn't seem like it was Alan who was keeping her prisoner anymore. Nevertheless Elise dithered, half-expecting Alan would come over and force her up the path to the house to put her in his power again. But he just stood waiting at the gate watching her sadly. 'Why are you doing this?' she demanded tearing up again, 'I'm no use to you. You could have left me to those gangsters back there, but you didn't. You brought me here. Why?'  Alan shrugged. 'You're involved now because of me. I feel responsible. You deserve better.' Elise stood there absorbing his words, turning them over in her head, trying to find the lie contained within. 'Come on, Elise. Let's go inside?' Alan suggested meekly. Well, she was here now. What else was there to do? Still, she felt like a ghost as she swept past Alan up the path towards the house.  Alea iacta est. Chapter 4: Livewire The heavy oaken front door featured an impressive engraving of a lion fighting a bear amidst a storm. The design looked somewhat Eastern. Out of place among the rest of the manor's conservative architecture, Elise thought to herself as she waited for Alan to open the door for her. Just as Alan came up the steps, however, a dog started barking from inside.  'Beanie!' scolded a female voice from inside the house somewhere, 'Just a minute, Al!' Elise heard some footsteps approaching the door and feeling a little nervous she stepped behind Alan. The door unlocked and was pulled back bathing Alan and Elise in light and permitting a young German Shepherd to leap out the door and start jumping up at Alan. 'Get off me, you stupid mutt!' Alan exclaimed in annoyance, pushing the dogs waving front paws away from his hips. A figure moved  into the doorway silhouetted by the light behind. 'Sorry about Beanie, Al' the shadow said with a giggle. 'I was going to take him for a walk this afternoon, but I ended up bingeing on Netflix instead.' Elise's eyes finally adapted to the light and took in the figure at the door. The pyjama-clad girl standing over the threshold was breathtakingly pretty. She had light brown hair that hung in a braid to just below her shoulders and she was a little shorter than Elise, but with a very youthful face - young enough to be in her mid-teens. By contrast, her full figure suggested late-teens and her bronzed skin hinted that she didn't spend a lot of time in classrooms. Her mere presence had made Elise feel very self-conscious. The dog that had been pouncing up at Alan shifted its focus to Elise now, and to her embarrassment it started sniffing around her butt where much of her mess had coalesced back into a ball in the seat of her pants. The dog's attention drew the girl's gaze too. 'But who's this, Al? You've brought a new friend home for Beanie!' she said beaming. The girl stepped out from the door, twirling a dog leash in her hands with her eyes locked on the trapped Elise.  'Uh, yes,' Alan mumbled clumsily, 'Millie this is Elise. Elise, Millie.' 'Wowee, Al! I didn't know you had it in you!' Millie laughed causing Alan to go red, much to Elise's shock.   'How did you two meet?' Millie enquired innocently, 'Ooh, I bet it was somewhere romantic!' 'Uh,' Alan said with an awkward glance at Elise's stony-faced expression, 'not exactly. She's had a bit of a rough time, actually, Millie. I wonder if you could-…' Millie came over and hugged Elise in welcome.  'Hi, Elise, my name's Millie! It's a pleasure to-' Millie sniffed and wrinkled her nose, 'Ugh, what on earth is that smell?' 'I can't smell anything.' Alan remarked, 'But then again, I wouldn't, would I?' he added bitterly. 'I think somebody must have stepped in one of Beanie's presents… Or-…' Millie started. Suddenly she became very aware of Elise's tomato red cheeks and put two and two together.  'Oh! Oh my gosh.' Millie exclaimed in surprise, clasping her hands over her mouth, eyes wide. 'What?' said Alan looking from the ashen-faced Elise to Millie, bewildered. Millie rounded on Alan in a rage. 'She's not a friend of yours at all, is she?' Millie demanded accusingly. 'Who is she? What have you done to her?' 'Wha… I… But…' Alan blithered in confusion. 'You went through with that idiot scheme of Roman's, didn't you? Jesus Christ, Alan.' Millie snarled, 'What the hell were you thinking? You don't care what happens to people like her, do you? The ends justify the means, yeah?' 'I… I'm trying to help her!' Alan protested, 'It was all a stupid mistake. Anyway, she's here now, so she's safe.' '"Safe"?!' Millie raged, incensed, 'What about from you? You've traumatised her!' 'What do you mean?' She's alright, isn't she? What's wrong with her?'  'You're… You're going to make me say it?' Millie was flabbergasted. 'You pig!'  'M-Millie…' Elise finally managed in a very small voice. Millie turned to her and enveloped her in a tight embrace. 'It's okay, babe,' Millie said soothingly, glowering at Alan over Elise's shoulder, 'I don't hold it against you. I know it wasn't your fault.' 'Millie,' Alan growled through gritted teeth, 'You don't understand. It wasn't like that.' 'No?' Millie asked incredulously, 'You expect me to believe that?' 'It's… It's true, M-Millie…' Elise offered timidly. She pulled away from Millie. 'Alan… Alan helped me when I needed it the most,' she affirmed miserably, 'If it weren't for him I'd be d-dead.' Millie bit her lower lip, and her glittering golden eyes flicked piercingly between Alan and Elise. 'Well, okay, maybe I've misread things,' Millie acknowledged eventually, 'But still… Bringing her here like this…' Millie shook her head.  'If you ever humiliate somebody like this in front of me again, I'll cut you in half, Al.' 'Humiliate?' Alan threw up his hands in dismay, 'I don't know what you mean, I certainly didn't mean to do that.' 'Yes, but, obviously she's-…' Millie stopped herself when she saw pleading tears in Elise's expression.  Wait. He doesn't know, does he? 'You know what? Forget I said anything, Al,' Millie said cheerfully, reverting back to her chipper innocence with frightening speed. 'You don't mind taking Beanie for a walk around the garden do you? Me and Leasey have girl things to talk about.' 'Wha- Wait, but-…' 'Thanks, sweetie,' Millie interrupted, pushing the dog leash into his hands and grabbing Elise by the arm. 'Come on, babe,' Millie whispered in Elise ear, 'Before he catches on.' Millie dragged Elise into the house, insolently shutting the door on a miffed Alan as he stood outside the door holding the leash limply while the excited puppy bounced around him in excitement.  'Sorry about that, Elise' Millie said regretfully, 'I thought Alan was being a bell-end, but he lost his sense of smell when he was a kid. I guess I assumed he'd noticed anyway…' Elise blinked at this revelation. 'Oh,' she said in surprise, 'That's awful. I can't imagine. Um,' Elise added with a blush. 'Is it… really obvious?' 'It's pretty hard to miss, babe,' Millie smiled at her empathetically. 'But accidents happen. Believe me, I know. It's our secret.' The lobby they had entered had several doors leading off to other parts of the house. Marble busts of men from different periods of history stared down imperiously from pedestals situated around the lobby. A wide sweeping marble staircase dominated the room and it was up these steps that Millie dragged Elise up to a dimly lit landing with thick burgundy carpet. 'You'd be a Size 8 like me, I reckon?' Millie enquired conversationally. 'Lucky you! Your boobs are a little bigger than mine, but I reckon we can find you some stuff to tide you over til tomorrow.' Elise was having a bit of a hard time keeping up. While Millie's warm friendliness was hugely comforting, her innate self-confidence and unabashed outspokenness were a little bit jarring.  Millie led Elise off the landing and down a corridor. The room at the end turned out to be a very large bedroom - Millie's. The room was a total disaster zone: clothes, books, and papers flung all over the floor, a desk piled up with pictures of friends and parties, plates and glasses, and even a depleted toilet paper roll.  Just inside the door a couple of beanbags sat in front of a large LED TV which displayed the pause menu of a game Millie had been playing on her Playstation. A King Size Bed piled with cushions sat unmade at the far side of the room adjacent to the window.  Mirrors lined the wall on the other side of the room, each one concealing a cupboard behind it. One of them stood ajar and Elise could see a number of dresses and frocks on hangers inside.  Millie strode over to one of the mirrors and slid it aside.  'Hmmm,' she pursed her lips as she appraised the contents of a shelf, 'You know what? I think these would look cute on you!' She produced a light grey pair of button-up pyjamas patterned with sheep and retrieved a matching pair of slippers from underneath. Elise couldn't help but notice the pyjamas looked a little low cut for her tastes, but she took them gratefully.  'The ensuite's down there,' Millie said, indicating a half-open sliding door down next to her bed, 'You take as much time in there as you want. I'll go grab some stuff from the kitchen and then we can veg on the beanbags. Well, go on!' Millie gave Elise a playful spank on the butt.  'Uh, what about my clothes?' Elise pointed out. 'Oh, just dump them in the laundry basket in the ensuite. I've got to do a load, I'll take it down later,' Millie said casually. Seeing Elise's expression, she continued 'Babe, it doesn't bother me. Really. Every girl has the occasional accident. For some of us it's a bit more than occasional, too.' She added with a laugh. The stunned expression on Elise's face prompted a few more giggles from Millie. 'Feel free to use my shampoo and stuff in there. But if you touch my straightener, you're dead meat. Kinda joking, but not really. Anyway! I'll be watching my show over there if you need me!' And with that, Millie waltzed across the room and planted herself on one of the bean bags before picking up her controller and switching over to Netflix.  Elise just stood there overwhelmed. Millie tended to have that effect on people. Elise must have been five years older than Millie, but she felt a kinship with the younger girl as if she'd known her for years. And she found herself thinking that Millie was more than a little attractive. Eventually she waddled into the ensuite for her long awaited shower. As her skirt fell to the tiled floor, she twisted to look over her shoulder in the mirror at the load in her tights. Even after all she'd been through, it looked about the size of a grapefruit. No wonder Millie had noticed it instantly. In a way it felt strange as she rolled down her tights and threw them to one side. She'd gotten used to the feeling of the load in her underwear, and although humiliating, the experience had provided her with one of the most intriguing sensations of her life. She half-wondered if she might do it again privately one day, but with a pang of self-flagellating shame she shook her head to clear the impure thought. She tipped out the load into the toilet and was relieved to see that it all came out stuck together, leaving nothing behind on her lacey panties except an embarrassing brown stain in the seat. She hoped that would come out in the wash. As she jumped into the shower, she reflected on the crazy few days that had been. Quite quickly she realised how exhausted she was. She finished her shower and donned her pyjamas which turned out to be very revealing around her cleavage. But she was too tired to care. She staggered out of the room and flopped down onto Millie's bed, and she was asleep in mere seconds. To be continued... Edited February 24, 2018 by desertfc (see edit history)
Interlude Heat. Intense heat. Noise. Twisted metal. Aiden Bosanko held a wet handkerchief over his nose and mouth. His eyes watered as he galloped amongst the columns of smoke, desperately trying to overcome his rising panic at the realisation of how hopelessly disoriented he’d become in the maze of burning chaos. What the bloody hell… The dockyard was catastrophically ablaze. The heat was intolerable and the smog impenetrable. Hours upon hours of meticulous preparation had imprinted on his brain the exact layout of the dockyard; every warehouse, every pylon, every shipping container, every exit walkway. But the inferno had shattered it all, destroying his mental map with the same sneering contempt with which it had annihilated the dockyard. Cranes toppled all across the yard like twigs coming down in a storm. Thoroughfares wide enough to admit lorries and car traffic were obstructed with red-hot debris. Every turn seemed to lead to dead-end after dead-end, and every second spent among the conflagration brought him closer to his own dead end. Aiden jogged past a corrugated iron fence towards the last of the warehouses that had not yet been engulfed by the flames. As he came up alongside it he realised with a flash of hope that the catwalk connecting the warehouse to the external trucking facilities was still intact. That was it. The only way out. Aiden sprinted to the warehouse office entrance and rattled the doorknob. Locked. He cursed, took a couple of steps back and began breaking down the door. Two attempts. Three. Four. Five. It wouldn’t budge. Sweat poured down his brows as he futilely struggled with the doorknob again. Suddenly the door swung open. ‘Who’s there? Get inside, for God’s sake!’ Aiden didn’t need telling twice. He leapt through the door and turned to face the silhouette standing before him as it slammed the door shut. ‘Is that you Mark?’ Aiden asked, wiping sweat and soot from his eyes, ‘Good God, I thought the blast had killed everyone.’ ‘Yeah, it’s me. Rob and Angelo made it as well. But that’s all, I think,’ Mark ran his hand through his soot-stained hair, ‘Hell’s bells, Aiden, by rights we should have been goners as well.’ ‘Yeah, I think we can all buy lottery tickets after we get out,’ Aiden joked acerbically, ‘Not like those other poor bastards. Where are the other two?’ ‘They went to the control hub to see if the waste pumps are still operable. We were going to flood the piers,’ Mark gave Aiden an apologetic look, ‘It might stink to high heaven and give us all lung disease, but it’s better than burning alive.’ Aiden shook his head. ‘There’s still another way out. The catwalk connecting this building to the plaza is still intact,’ Aiden observed, gesturing upwards. ‘We have to go get the others, if we get up there quick we should be able to get across before the flames reach us.’ ‘But we can put all the fires out now,’ Mark said with a frown, ‘If they spread to the refinery the whole port will blow up.’ ‘Nah, the refinery is protected,’ Aiden dissented, ‘They’ve got five feet of concrete and a state-of-the-art fire suppression system.’ Mark hesitated, eliciting some frustration from Aiden. ‘Mate, if we stay here any longer we’re gonna be toast whether they get the pumps working or not,’ Aiden protested, ‘There’s just not enough time.’ ‘Damnit, you’re probably right,’ Mark acknowledged, staring fearfully at the orange glow visible through the warehouse’s Perspex roller doors, ‘But if the refinery does burn somehow-…’ ‘I’ll take the rap for it, Mark,’ Aiden assured him desolately, ‘This is all gonna come back to me, anyway. Arthur’s dead.’ Mark looked thunderstruck. ‘What?! No! Arthur? But he’s not meant to be here!’ Mark exclaimed aghast. ‘He insisted,’ Aiden sighed. ‘Bloody idiot. Wouldn’t trust me to see it through, so he came to the command post.’ ‘But he might have gotten away, right?’ Mark quibbled desperately, ‘I mean we were only thirty yards from the blast and we were okay. The command post’s further back than that.’ ‘It is, but you three had all those containers to buffer you against the explosion,’ Aiden pointed out, ‘Arthur wasn’t so lucky. I was below when it happened. When I looked up he was laid out flat. And the fires spread there so fast. I tried to get up there, but I couldn’t.’ ‘Well, then we have to flood the piers, we might still be able to-…’ Mark began. ‘No!’ Aiden snapped. ‘Those waste tanks were emptied last week, they won’t even be half-full. We’d just be spitting at a bonfire and any delay will get us all killed!’ ‘But Aiden, we might still be able to get to Arthur,’ Mark insisted, ‘And there’s the other guys out there. I don’t know. They’re probably dead, but we should’ve been too. We should try to give ‘em a chance.’ Aiden’s rebuttal was cut off by a voice floating down the corridor adjacent to the warehouse offices. ‘It’s no use, Mark, the damn things won’t open.’ A burly man sporting a deep gash to his forehead rounded the corner and caught sight of Aiden. ‘As I live and breathe,’ the man clapped his hand on Aiden’s shoulder, ‘I never thought to see you again, pal!’ ‘I’m counting my blessings, Rob,’ Aiden agreed, ‘Where’s Angelo? We’ve gotta get out of here.’ ‘He’s giving it one last try. He’s not far behind,’ Rob assured him, ‘But what are we gonna do? Swim for it, ya reckon?’ ‘We can’t. The blast opened up the chemical vats on the waterfront putting God knows what into the water,’ Aiden gestured upwards, ‘We can get out up there. But we’ve got to go now.’ ‘Righto, well I’ll go get Angelo. Oh!’ Rob remarked as footsteps approached the trio, ‘Speak of the devil.’ It took the four of them less than a minute to make it upstairs and onto the walkway. As they traversed it out into the open, they looked down at the stricken dockyard below. Huge fires raged everywhere. Every corner of the dockyard was illuminated by the blaze as brightly as if the noon day sun were shining on it. In the distance they could just make out the command post platform where a body lay spread-eagled on the metal latticing. For a moment all four of them just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away and continued along the catwalk. Nobody spoke. What was there to say? As they reached the end of the walkway a figure approached the quartet. Aiden squinted against the smoke trying to make out who was arriving. But as the figure came close enough to be recognised, Aiden’s expression hardened. ‘Aiden! Mark! Are you alright?’ the newcomer asked frantically, ‘It’s a disaster! I knew it! Why didn’t he listen?’ ‘You! You’ve got a bloody nerve!’ Aiden growled, seizing the man by his shirt and gesturing towards the dockyards, ‘Look out there, you snake. Look what you’ve done.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ the man protested. ‘I tried to stop this happening!’ ‘So you knew what would happen, and now it’s happened,’ Aiden summarised venomously, ‘That’s all the proof I need. You sold us out.’ ‘What?! No! I didn’t! I-…’ Aiden’s punch arrived at light speed and knocked the man out cold. Mark, Rob, and Angelo stood there mouths agape. Eventually Mark broke the silence. ‘Alec did this? But… Why?’ ‘He’s a goddamn commie rat, that’s why,’ Aiden spat, ‘I had my suspicions before. Arthur should have listened.’ Mark and Rob exchanged looks. ‘Ya know, he’d have been just about the last person I’d have figured to be a commie,’ Rob asserted disbelievingly. ‘Sometimes it really is the last person you’d suspect, Rob,’ Mark observed pithily. ‘I guess,’ Rob pondered, ‘So what’re we gonna do? Toss him off the bridge into the mess he’s made down there?’ Aiden maliciously entertained the thought for a second before letting it go. ‘No, I think I want to interrogate him properly first,’ Aiden said slowly. And see what he knows. ‘Fair enough,’ Rob reached down and flopped the unconscious Alec over his shoulder. ‘Let’s go?’ The sun was beginning to rise as the group hastened over the metal gangway. They got away from the site even before the emergency services began to arrive. Mere minutes after they’d crossed it the gangway gave way and collapsed. The entirety of the lower docks was aflame now. There would be no more survivors. 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Some light sexual content is contained in the coming chapter, but nothing too X-Rated. Just thought I'd let you know ahead of time, though. - des Chapter 5: Aphrodite  ‘Leasey. Leasey! Hey Elise! Guess who’s here?!’ Elise stirred blearily as a commotion in the room roused her. It took her a couple of moments to remember where she was and realise who it was that was addressing her. Millie’s room. Did I fall asleep on Millie’s bed? Oops. She propped herself up onto her elbow, slowly starting to regain her situational awareness. The smell of cooked cheese wafted in the air causing her mouth to start watering and her tummy to start growling. But then she heard another growl, one which caused her heart to skip a beat. The ruckus that had disturbed her seemed to have been caused by Beanie running around like a wild thing, playing with something small and familiar… ‘TYSON!’ she cried sleepily, only to have a small torpedo of fur leap up onto the bed and start licking her face vigorously before doing little pirouettes of joy on top of the doona. The tricolour Jack Russell Terrier was bouncing around like a happy little dynamo. Just then Beanie leaped up at the side of the bed in excitement and Tyson bolted over the other side of the bed and out the door, leading Beanie on a galloping circuit through the house. ‘Thank you so much, Millie!’ Elise said overwhelmed, wiping tears of joy and relief away. ‘Don’t thank me,’ Millie advised her, nevertheless quite pleased with Elise’s reaction, ‘It was Al who went and got him! He just got back ten minutes ago. He even brought back pizza!’ she added, indicating a couple of cardboard boxes she deposited at the foot of the bed. Elise sat upright and rubbed her eyes. She felt something nagging her in the back of her mind, but couldn’t quite work out what it was. The girls helped themselves to the food and munched away in silence for a minute. ‘How long have I been asleep?’ Elise eventually asked, noticing that outside the window it was still dark. ‘Not long. Maybe an hour?’ Millie estimated. ‘Oh,’ Elise said stretching, ‘Sorry I took your bed…’ ‘That’s fine. You’re pretty cool so I wouldn’t have minded sharing,’ Millie told her with a wink, ‘But there’s a bedroom just across the hallway as well, I guess we should get you set up in there.’ Millie added puffing up a cheek. ‘Um, okay, thanks,’ Elise said awkwardly, feeling a few butterflies again as Millie gazed at her with lips pouted, hands on hips, and head tilted to one side, ‘Um, do you have anything to give Tyson?’ she asked quickly, ‘He must be so hungry.’ ‘Your puppy? He cleaned out Beanie’s food bowl as soon as he got here!’ Millie laughed ‘He’s a real cutie. Poor old Al had a terrible time trying to bring him over!’ Elise started. That’s what was bothering her. ‘Alan brought Tyson here?’ she asked in confusion, ‘But how did he know where I live?’ ‘Al has access to government databases,’ Millie said, rolling her eyes disapprovingly, ‘I guess he just looked you up.’ ‘But he told me people were watching my place,’ Elise recollected, ‘So how did he manage to get Tyson?’ ‘Yeah, he did mention something about that. Some toughs in a car…’ Millie said, tapping a pizza crust on her chin thoughtfully, ‘Anyway, there’s not so many of them staking out your place anymore, let’s put it that way,’ Millie snorted with amusement, ‘Al can sometimes get a bit… single-minded about things.’ Elise shook her head in amazement. As she considered these developments, Tyson came hurtling through the door and cantered a lap around the room before exiting again with Beanie in hot pursuit. ‘Well, I’m glad Tyson’s safe at least,’ Elise acknowledged eventually, ‘But we’re stuck here now, aren’t we? I’m going to lose my job. My boyfriend will think I left him. My parents will probably think I jumped off a bridge or something.’ Elise looked so downcast that Millie sat down next to her to give her a hug. ‘Aw, don’t go thinking it has to be like that,’ Millie consoled her encouragingly, stroking her hair. ‘Al’s got a bit of weight in the corporate world, I bet he could work something out with your employer. And there’s no reason you can’t call your folks and your boy. I mean, I probably wouldn’t tell them everything if I were you, haha,’ Millie chuckled inappropriately, ‘Maybe just tell them you went on a holiday to find yourself or something? It’s just they might get a bit excited if they heard what’d actually happened.’ In spite of the situation, this won a giggle from Elise. Millie was gratified to see Elise smiling for a change, but then Millie’s own words caught up with her and her expression became more serious. ‘Um, Leasey?’ Millie asked uncharacteristically tentatively, unsure of whether she was doing the right thing, ‘If you don’t mind me asking… What actually did happen? If I’m out of line you can tell me, by the way, you know,’ Millie gabbled, ‘But I’m here for you, right? I promise not to tell or judge.’ Elise wiped her eyes and looked up. ‘No, it’s… It’s okay,’ she responded bravely, ‘Millie, you’ve been amazing. It really means a lot what you’ve done for me. Anyway…’ Elise recounted her experience of the kidnapping, her time in captivity, Alan’s arrival, and then the confrontation with the two men. When Elise got to the bit about the giant with the sledgehammer, Millie went white as a sheet and gasped in horror. ‘Oh my God, Leasey!’ Millie squealed eyes wide as golf balls, ‘Thank goodness you survived. That’s absolutely terrifying.’ ‘Well, as you noticed, my pants didn’t survive,’ Elise pointed out sheepishly. ‘Babe, I swear to God if that happened to me I’d have crapped my undies so hard the seams would have split!’ Millie asserted, causing the two girls to fall into a fit of giggles. ‘Well, I think mine just about did!’ Elise laughed. ‘Anyway, that was when this other guy turned up and shot the guy who was attacking me.’ ‘This other guy?’ Millie frowned in confusion, ‘Somebody else was there?’ ‘Yeah, someone in a mask,’ Elise said, ‘He shot the guy and gave me a knife. I guess he must have knocked out Alan as well.’ Millie twisted her braid around a finger thoughtfully. ‘Hmmm. I guess that must have been Mr White,’ she conjectured speculatively, staring off into space. ‘Mr White?’ ‘Oh, that’s not his name,’ Millie clarified, ‘Nobody knows who he is, so they just call him that because of his mask. A plain white mask, right?’ Millie enquired. Elise nodded confoundedly. ‘Yeah. I heard he was responsible for killing a bunch of mob figures around town,’ Millie continued. ‘The Syndicate’s petrified of him, but I thought he was just an urban legend.’ ‘The Syndicate?’ Elise asked with a frown. ‘What’s that?’ ‘Alan’s lot. To tell the truth, I don’t know much about them either,’ Millie admitted. ‘From what I’ve worked out, they’re like a criminal gang. I know for a fact that they do a lot of smuggling, money laundering, and land speculation. And they’ve got their fair share of thugs, like the brutes who kidnapped you. But they’re not all bad. Al’s a good guy,’ she added with a smile. Elise wasn’t sure that she would agree that Alan was a “good guy”, but she decided not to challenge Millie and went for another slice of pizza instead. In any case, Millie seemed to read her mind. ‘I know you probably don’t see him that way,’ Millie continued defensively, ‘But I know Alan, and I can promise you that he never planned to hurt you or anybody innocent for that matter. If anything I think he was probably trying to save somebody. And he might be a bit awkward at times, but he’s got a heart of gold. He helped me get through some tough times… Really tough times.’ To Elise’s surprise, Millie’s cheeriness and animation seemed to have deserted her dainty features with this last revelation. Like Elise, Millie was quite petite, but it almost seemed like she had shrunk into herself even more with this dark trip down memory lane. Elise decided to change the subject. ‘So this Mr White has it in for Alan’s gang?’ Millie shook her head quickly. ‘Nah…’ Millie said, her malaise and thousand-yard stare vanishing as quickly as they had set in, ‘He goes after all sorts. Spooks and bent cops, mostly. Actually I think this might have been the first time he’s attacked a Syndicate member,’ she realised, ‘I guess that makes you special, Leasey!’ Elise frowned. ‘I dunno if I’m that special. He didn’t seem at all interested in me,’ she pointed out. ‘Well, he saved your life, didn’t he? Wowee, Leasey!’ Millie continued excitedly, ‘Mr White was your knight in shining armour! Oh, he should have swept you off your feet and carried you off to his secret hideout!’ Millie teased. ‘Well, that happily-ever-after would have been derailed pretty quick when he found out what I did in my pants,’ Elise snorted. ‘You reckon?’ Millie asked coyly, ‘I’ve met guys who’d be even more, um, enthusiastic about their damsel in distress if she showed that much distress!’ Millie laughed at the expression on Elise’s face. ‘We’re all humans, Leasey. We can’t help the way that we’re programmed. If you like something, you like it,’ Millie syllogised somewhat ineloquently. ‘And some guys definitely would have been turned on by your little accident. Some gals, too,’ Millie added nonchalantly. Elise stood there dumbfounded. She half hoped that the conversation would move on, but Millie was unrelenting. ‘What about you?’ Millie asked slyly. ‘Did you like it?’ ‘Did… Did I like it?’ Elise stammered, caught totally off guard, ‘Are you for real?’ ‘No, I don’t mean being tied up and attacked and all that,’ Millie clarified hastily, ‘That was awful. Really awful. You’re my hero for getting through all that. But…’ she added, tinkering with her words with care, ‘I know some people who’ve done it kinda liked the feeling. It’s got a whole fetish around it, you know. On the internet!’ ‘It was gross!’ Elise insisted evasively. ‘Yeah, but maybe it felt good on some level?’ said Millie, pushing her luck. ‘No! What kind of person do you think I am?’ Elise lashed out, finally snapping. ‘Some kind of… Some kind of pervert?’ Millie’s face went wooden. ‘Right,’ she said coldly, ‘Right, sorry, bit of a stupid question. I should know better. Forget I asked. I guess I’ll go get some sheets for your room.’ And with that, Millie marched out into the corridor leaving Elise trapped on the spot feeling a little remorseful and very flustered. But she also felt an urgency as if something alluring and powerful was slipping away from her, draining from the room behind Millie as she stalked away. ‘W-wait! Millie, wait!’ Elise hesitated. Had she really just said that? The words had come out of her mouth but they’d taken her by surprise as much as Millie. Millie meanwhile had returned to the door, and was leaning against the door jamb with her head cocked to one side, waiting. ‘I… I… Yeah,’ Elise admitted blushing scarlet. ‘It actually did feel kinda good, but… But that doesn’t mean I want it to happen again!’ Elise rapidly appended, mortified. Millie stared at her in silence and Elise instantly regretted having spoken. But she was in for a penny now, and she thought she might as well be in for a pound… ‘It… It did feel good. I felt so naughty… I felt vulnerable. But it felt nice. And maybe, you know, maybe it was a bit of a turn on,’ Elise continued defensively, but unwilling to meet Millie’s eyes, ‘God you must think I’m a total freak,’ she finished miserably. But Millie beamed and came over and embraced her. ‘No, Leasey, I don’t. Actually, you’re a really cool kid!’ Millie enthused glowingly. She put a finger under Elise’s downcast chin and pushed it up till she met her gaze. ‘You know, it takes guts to own yourself, to own your life,’ Millie pontificated, but with sincerity, ‘And you own yours. So many other people just go and live by other people’s rules.’ Millie frowned. ‘You know what they are, Leasey? They’re cowards. It’s not like anyone’s gonna get a second chance.’ Millie smiled and danced backwards doing a little pirouette. ‘So if it floats your boat, I say go for it!’ ‘But I don’t even know if I do want it to happen again!’ Elise wailed. ‘I would be so humiliated if anybody I knew found out. I mean, what if my boyfriend found out?!’ ‘Well, humiliation might be a turn on for him too, Leasey,’ Millie pointed out. ‘But what if it was just a one-off?’ Elise speculated, ‘Maybe if it happened again I’d just be disgusted and the turn on, the feeling of naughtiness would have gone away.’ ‘Well, it never has for me,’ Millie retorted casually. That shut Elise up. There was a pregnant pause as the two girls had a kind of stand off; Millie with a relaxed, suggestive smile and Elise standing there mouth agape, unsure if she had heard Millie correctly. Millie decided to break the silence. ‘Well, I think I really had better go get you some linen, Leasey,’ she said, ‘It is getting a bit late.’ Millie stretched and moved back to the door, but she paused over the threshold, placing both hands on the door jamb as if she was holding it up. The way she leaned against the wooden frame was very seductive and Elise felt the butterflies return to her chest. Elise’s knees gave way and she sat back down on the bed, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Millie. She couldn’t help but notice how Millie’s pyjamas hugged her ass only a little loosely. And while Millie wasn’t quite so generously bestowed in the upstairs department as Elise was, she had been lucky enough to be blessed with the rump of a goddess. Elise was so mesmerised checking out Millie’s ass through the cotton bottoms and with the panty lines that framed it that it took her a couple of seconds to realise what was happening. And then she saw it. A small bulge pushed out between Millie’s cheeks, and Millie shifted a little where she stood and seemed to brace herself against the wall. Suddenly the bulge rapidly grew as Millie grunted, pushing poop into her undies and PJ pants until the bump in her seat was the size of a grapefruit. She shifted again and made another effort, grunting more as the bulge expanded again. This time a little wetness spread across the cotton fabric between her legs down to her knees and across the bulge in her pants. The bulge was now the size of a baseball and Millie reached down to rub her front a couple of times before reaching back and cupping the bulge in her hands, feeling the weight in her palm. And now she finally looked back at Elise with a look of nervous tension and innocence in her face. ‘Leasey, I pooped my panties,’ she whispered timidly and dramatically, her lips pursed and her braid dangling from side to side like a metronome. You could cut the air with a knife. Elise had never been more aroused. To this point in her life, Elise had not really been attracted to other girls. But Millie was one in a million, drop-dead gorgeous, and what she’d just done… Elise could feel her heart racing a million miles an hour. Millie had noticed. She straightened up, flounced across the floor to Elise and gave her a peck on the cheek. ‘I guess I’d better go and clean up, then,’ Millie purred huskily, ‘You might have to get your own sheets. Your room’s across the corridor, and the next door along is the linen cupboard. But it’s shower time for me.’  With a wink, Millie waddled over to the ensuite and shut the sliding door behind her. Elise was rooted to the spot. Her head felt a bit fuzzy and she wondered for a moment if she was dreaming. She looked down and realised her hand had wandered to her womanhood. It had happened subconsciously, and she was very wet. Not here. Go to your room, for God’s sake, girl! Elise heard the toilet flush in the ensuite and she wondered to herself how long she had been sat there. It had felt like she’d been there for an hour, but the rational part of her knew it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. She heard Millie whistling as the shower came on. She dithered there listening to the water splashing as though she was in a trance. And then she was sure amongst all the splashing that she had heard Millie moan. That jolted Elise into action. She jumped to her feet and nearly ran out the door. The corridor was quite long with several doors leading off it, but there was only one on the other side. She opened it and could see a much smaller room beyond containing only an unmade double bed, a couple of pillows, a doona, and a lamp on a bedside cabinet. She retreated back into the corridor and tried the next door along as Millie had suggested. The cupboard was packed full of sheets, blankets, and pillows. Elise selected a few that had caught her eye, and brought them back to her room. She set to work making the bed as quickly as possible. She got the pillows done. And then she lifted the corner of the mattress to apply the fitted sheet… And something dark skittered out from behind the bedstead not twenty centimetres from Elise’s head and ran up the wall towards the ceiling. Elise shrieked loudly and tumbled backwards onto her butt, scrabbling to get away from the critter that stuck on the wall in front of her. Heart pounding in her chest, Elise stared up at the intruder in horror. It was a spider, but to simply call it a spider would not do it any kind of justice. This monster was far larger and uglier than any arachnid she had ever seen with her own eyes. With gangly legs splayed out to the side of it like a crab, it was easily as big as her hand. And when it had moved, it had moved with demonic speed and a petrifying gait. ‘What is it? What is it? Are you alright, Leasey?’ Millie had come running with just a towel wrapped around her when she heard Elise cry out, but presently she caught sight of the spider and she too screamed and backed away. ‘Out! Get out!’ Millie tugged Elise’s arm without taking her eyes off the spider, which chose that moment to make a dash for the top corner of the room causing the girls to scream again and bolt out of the room. Standing outside the slammed door huffing and puffing, Millie burst into laughter and Elise soon joined her. Millie tried to compose herself long enough to talk. ‘It must… It must… It must have gotten in the other day with that parcel from Australia,’ she chortled, leaning on her knees. ‘Oh my God, Leasey, what was that thing, though?’ ‘I… I think I… I think I peed,’ Elise stuttered in a fit of laughter. ‘Oh my god, did you?’ Millie said, looking at Elise’s pants before doubling over again, ‘You did!’ Elise wiped her eyes and dabbed at the apple-sized wet spot on her crotch. ‘Oh dear,’ Elise said apologetically, ‘I’m sorry for peeing your pants, Millie,’ she joked. ‘Well, I guess you’ve made it one-all tonight, then,’ Millie concluded with a grin. ‘But maybe you should stay in my room tonight, Leasey. Oh my Gawd,’ Millie shook her head in disbelief,  ‘What even was that thing? Alan’s dealing with that tomorrow, I’m not going near it. Not in a million years.’ ‘Me neither!’ Elise agreed fervently. ‘Oh, well, you may as well come back with me, Leasey,’ Millie offered, and the two of them retreated to Millie’s bedroom ceding the other bedroom to the enterprising huntsman. ‘Well, you’ll definitely need a new pair of bottoms,’ Millie giggled, ‘Here, chuck these on.’ Elise caught the sky blue pair of flannelette pyjamas pants that Millie tossed over to her. She stood there awkwardly for a moment with Millie watching her before Millie remembered her manners. ‘Oh, right, yes,’ Millie gabbled and then turned away fussing through her cupboard allowing Elise to change modestly. After Elise had re-dressed, she noticed Millie had put a pyjama top on, but had kept the towel around her waist and she seemed a bit reluctant to move away from the cupboard. ‘I’ll just jump in on this side, then?’ Elise asked, wandering over to the far side of Millie’s bed and patting the mattress. ‘Um, yeah,’ Millie assented disjointedly, ‘Um, Leasey. Er, Elise. Um. Don’t judge me for this, but I usually sleep with, uh, protection.’ Elise froze. Possibilities explaining that last word rushed through her mind at light speed and it was almost a relief, if a slightly surreal relief when Millie took a pull-up from out of the cupboard and wormed it up her legs and around her shapely bum, all the while avoiding Elise’s gaze. Elise wasn’t quite sure what to say. ‘That’s okay,’ she managed uncertainly, ‘I don’t mind, I’m sure lots of people our age need it.’ ‘Um, well it’s not that I need it like that, it just helps me sleep,’ Millie explained a little bashfully, ‘I can’t really explain it. I just feel safer, I guess.’ She slid a pair of pyjamas bottoms up over the diaper and finally turned back to Elise. ‘You know if you don’t feel comfortable sharing a bed, I totally get it,’ Millie said scratching the back of her head awkwardly, ‘I know you’ve been through a lot the last few days. I think I’d probably want space too. I can probably kip over on the beanbags…’ Millie trailed off, but Elise instantly interrupted her. ‘Don’t be silly! Jump in already! It’s sleep time!’ Millie smiled gracefully. ‘Aw, thanks Elise,’ she said reverently, ‘You know, you’re twice the woman of any gal I can remember ever having met.’ And with that Millie climbed into bed and turned the lights out. The two girls lay on the opposite sides of the Emperor-sized bed, knees tucked up and facing outwards. Millie was asleep in mere moments. This was a talent that Elise had never really been able to grasp, save for moments of extreme fatigue like what had come over her when she had gotten out of the shower earlier. So she rolled onto her back and stared towards the ceiling into the darkness and thought about the crazy events of the last few days. She idly wondered where Tyson had gotten to and if he had found somewhere to bed down for the night. She briefly thought about going to look for him before her fatigue finally caught up with her again and she sank into the cushions and a restful dreamless sleep.
hi all, it has been a very busy year or so moving around the country and settling into a new job. I feel a bit bad not only for going on hiatus for so long again, but for coming back with another interlude chapter (although these intermissions are essential to the main plot). Anyway, I felt guilty enough that I chucked in a little desperation at the end that otherwise wouldn't have been there.  enjoy, I should have something more interesting for you over the next few days  - des Interlude II A tide of reporters clad in oily greatcoats flowed up the steps of Government House and clamoured to pack through the oaken doors into the heritage-listed building’s ballroom where the inquiry into the Saint Thomas Port Disaster was reaching its closing stages.  During the break in proceedings, Aiden Bosanko, the Director-to-be of the newly consolidated State Intelligence Services sat in the bergère where so many other officials had come before to be castigated for various embarrassing public scandals for which the government had needed a scapegoat.  But Aiden didn’t have to worry about that, in fact, he was enjoying himself. The Minister with overarching responsibility was well-known for being a risk-averse fop who felt that the only place for controversy was to be swept under the carpet. As a result, the enquiry panel ended up being stacked mainly with younger members of parliament and civil service executives less than a decade into their careers, and their clumsy questions had so far proven very easy to swat away. Nearly all of them, anyway. Aiden glanced over to his left at the young lady with the azure blouse and the grey pinstriped jacket with matching pencil skirt. Katie Walker, a Defence Undersecretary. She was the most junior of the panel of executives - probably no more than 27 years old - and so far she had not been given enough leash to pursue her own lines of enquiry. This came as a bit of a relief to Aiden as her follow-up questions to some of her colleagues’ obtuse attempts at interrogation were sharp and had only narrowly avoided touching on subjects that would have forced him or one of his colleagues to outright lie to the committee. He watched as she passed a note to one of the aides hovering behind her desk who glanced at it before ferrying it out of the room. She then retrieved a briefcase from underneath the oak desk that she occupied, opened it up on the desk, and proceeded to fossick through the papers that lay within. The young blonde’s eyes dashed from left to right across a document she’d picked out. Aiden recognised the orange binder clip that enclosed it and inwardly groaned to himself. The Saint Thomas Chemical-Industrial Safety Inspection Schedule - one of the things he’d been hoping to avoid.  He watched on in annoyance as she predictably zeroed in on the timetable that demonstrated that Aiden had personally conducted a full inspection of the refinery’s containment facilities a month before the incident. It wouldn’t be impossible to explain away, but it could lead to some very awkward jurisdictional questions about the scope of the Counter-Intelligence Unit’s operations later on. The woman circled something on the paper and looked up in time to catch Aiden’s impassive stare. She held his gaze for a moment before the ghost of a smile crossed her lips and she placed the document neatly on the desk in front of her. Aiden sighed. The schedule had not allocated her any time to question him directly, but she could raise it as a follow-up question depending upon how he answered her gormless colleagues’ questions. He'd have to be careful. In spite of the woman’s irritating perspicacity, the enquiry was edging closer to a favourable finding for Aiden and the CIU. The committee had been unable to find fault in his responses the first time he had been called to give evidence, and had tentatively concluded in its technical submission that the fire had most likely been caused by a faulty gasket in one of the two dockyard tanks containing Compound CA01. The nature of the chemical that had roared the conflagration into life was top secret, even to the more senior members of the enquiry who knew nothing of it save that it existed and that it was extremely volatile. Publicly, the government had indicated that the fire had been fed by aircraft fuel, but everybody at the enquiry knew or at least suspected that to be a lie. Nevertheless, the board’s conclusion - albeit, not their reasoning - had been leaked to the press almost immediately. With Aiden so publicly exonerated of blame for the disastrous catastrophe, media coverage of his involvement had pivoted to focus on his genuinely heroic efforts to contain the conflagration to the industrial port. His five minutes of infamy had quickly turned into fifteen minutes of fame, and with public opinion turning so decisively in support of him, the committee had been feeling some pressure to come to a favourable conclusion. It was therefore a relief if not much of a surprise to Aiden that when the committee reconvened, the chairman – a middle-aged MP whose promotion prospects, Aiden suspected, depended on uncovering as little controversy as possible - took full control of the proceedings and drove the enquiry through a series of tame questions that made it plain that they were at the end of the road.  Aiden was mentally winding down just as the chairman began to shuffle through his notes indicating that he had reached the end of his prepared material.  ‘Well, Mr Bosanko, I’d like to thank you for coming out again to help us understand events. I suppose it’s not for me to say, but I’d like to personally express my view that you and your department appear to have conducted yourselves with exceptional-…’ A pointed cough interrupted the chairman, and he glowered at the aide who had interrupted him. ‘Yes, what now?’ he snapped irritably. The aide whispered in his ear and indicated a memo that had been left on the desk before him. ‘Oh. I… I see,’ the Chairman enunciated slowly, his lips moving as he read the scrap of paper to himself. ‘Do we have time? I… I suppose… Mr Bosanko, it would seem… Um, the… The panel would like to hear more about the reasons for your planning the operation involved in the, uh, incident.’ Aiden frowned. This seemed like an astoundingly stupid question, even considering some of the doozies the panel had previously come up with. ‘Forgive me, sir,’ Aiden ventured bemusedly, ‘But I believe my colleagues and I have already conveyed the seriousness of the national security implications that underlie the issue and which necessitated our intervention. I’m not sure I can explain them in any more detail than I already have; certainly none of the classified material.’ ‘No, of course,’ the chairman continued inanely, ‘I think you may have misunderstood the question. We understand that the need for your department’s professional intervention was beyond dispute, what we want to know is why it fell to you personally to plan the, er, exercise, as it were.’ Aiden blinked. It was not a question he had expected to be asked, but it was, in any case, easy enough to answer. ‘Well, sir, as you know I can’t go into the specifics of the situation in question,’ Aiden stated placidly, ‘But the nature of the operation fell right within my professional area of expertise and we made a judgment that the significance of the material concerned necessitated the direct control of CIU Command. You may be aware, sir, there is a statutory requirement for… executive oversight in contingencies of this nature.’ Aiden’s last sentence elicited some gasps from some of the more well-informed journalists in the public gallery. Clearly, this was no minor sting that had spun out of control. The CIU’s charter had such a requirement only for circumstances where there existed a reasonable and well-founded suspicion of treasonous activity on the part of an ‘individual of influence’; someone with the knowledge, position, or influence to critically threaten the strategic security of the nation. It was clear in the expression of the hapless chairman that he was not aware of the statute that Aiden had been referring to, but he seemed to accept his answer anyway. ‘I see, I see,’ he blithered, not seeing, ‘Um, well, I think… I think… Uh, Ms Walker,’ he stammered eventually, turning at last to the junior panellist who had prompted the question he couldn’t begin to understand why he was asking, ‘I think this was your note of enquiry, perhaps you’d like to, to, to put it to Mr Bosanko in your own words?’ ‘Thank you, Mr Chairman, I will,’ beamed the pinstriped panellist whose presence Aiden had come to resent.  ‘Mr Bosanko, in circumstances such as these it is the collective responsibility of CIU Command to exert oversight on operations, isn’t it?’ she enquired pointedly.  ‘Yes,’ Aiden responded, watching her expression closely. ‘Good. And the collective responsibility that I understand to be expected involves collaboration between yourself, the Director, and the Minister responsible, have I understood that correctly?’ Miss Walker suggested assertively. ‘No, that’s not correct,’ Aiden clarified quickly, ‘The Minister is rarely informed of CIU actions in advance. These are matters of the most sensitive security, any contact outside of the agency is a potential threat to the integrity of operations.’ ‘What, even the Minister of Defence?’ Miss Walker asked, visibly surprised. ‘That is not my opinion, Ma’am, it is simply an accepted practice of most – in fact, all of the intelligence services under certain given circumstances,’ Aiden explained, ‘There are occasions where it is preferable that the political establishment does not get entwined with some of the inner workings of intelligence operations, particularly when there are diplomatic or foreign policy concerns at stake.’ ‘And were there?’ Miss Walker asked with a slight pout, looking a little crestfallen to see her first salvo blocked so easily. ‘Yes.’ ‘I see.’ But Miss Walker rallied, ‘Nevertheless, organisational load for the operation was shared between yourself and Director Tilley, presumably? Yet I see we only have documents before us bearing your signature.’ Aiden winced. This was exactly the sort of question he didn’t want to have to be dealing with. ‘That’s because I dealt with the bulk of the paperwork myself, Ma’am,’ Aiden disclosed guardedly. ‘Arthur – apologies – Director Tilley focused on the field preparation for the most part.’ ‘Is that so? And what would you classify as field preparation, Mr Bosanko?’ Miss Walker asked with a steely expression. Aiden shrugged. ‘Agent briefings, mission rehearsals, site surveillance, there’s really no shortage of…’ ‘Site surveillance?’ Miss Walker interjected, ‘Presumably this would involve ensuring that the area was safe and that hazards had been accounted for?’ Aiden knew where this was going, but he could afford at least a little honesty. He’d just have to play a straight bat. ‘Of course,’ he said tersely, ‘We don’t take stupid risks.’  ‘And yet in spite of your diligence, disaster ensued, Deputy Director,’ Miss Walker observed acerbically, her elbows on the desk and the backs of her intermeshed and well-manicured fingers cradling her chin. ‘Ms Walker,’ interjected the Chairman warningly, ‘I hope I don’t need to remind you that the evidence presented to this hearing has shown that neither Director Tilley, nor Deputy Director Bosanko, nor any of the CIU should be held responsible for the incident. It likely would have taken place with or without their presence there.’ ‘Why, of course not, Mr Chairman,’ Miss Walker assuaged soothingly, ‘As a matter of fact, I was going to commend Mr Bosanko for his foresight.’ Aiden frowned. ‘Foresight, ma’am?’ ‘Well, I have here the refinery’s Safety Inspection Schedule,’ Miss Walker said, finally waving the damned orange binder in the air. ‘It’s got your signature on it, Mr Bosanko. Dated a full month before the incident took place.’ ‘Yes. What of it?’ asked Aiden impassively. ‘You were going a bit above and beyond, weren’t you, Mr Bosanko, to be laying the groundwork a full month ahead of time,’ she remarked slyly. ‘And doing a share of Director Tilley’s portion of the job, too, as you described it? How loyal of you.’ ‘Actually, that inspection predated the conception of the operation by fifteen days,’ Aiden drawled casually, though internally cursing, ‘Had it not been for the fire it would be quite unrelated.’ Miss Walker shook her head in disbelief. ‘Unrelated?’ she laughed with incredulity, ‘You’re saying it was a co-incidence that you just happened to inspect the relevant emergency infrastructure just weeks before they got blown apart during the same counter-intelligence sting that you were jointly charged with planning?’ ‘Well, not entirely a coincidence,’ Aiden admitted, ‘That inspection had afforded me the opportunity to become familiar with the dockyard’s emergency procedures as well, since they are integrated along with the refinery’s procedures into the Port Authority’s emergency infrastructure. We agreed at the outset that my knowledge in this regard put me in the best position to do the bulk of the tactical planning.’ ‘Quite fortunate, in retrospect,’ asserted the Chairman, butting in. ‘I understand that you co-ordinated the emergency response at the critical moments afterwards and likely saved hundreds of nearby homes from destruction.’ Aiden didn’t smile, but simply nodded in acknowledgement. ‘As I have said before, all credit for the incident’s containment belongs to the city’s emergency response crews,’ Aiden demurred modestly, ‘I was simply glad to be in a position to be able to direct them to the problem spots.’ ‘Indeed,’ beamed the Chairman approvingly, before frowning. ‘I must confess to being a little curious, however, Mr Bosanko. If the inspection Ms Walker has brought to our attention was unrelated, why did you undertake it? It doesn’t obviously seem within the remit of the CIU. Surely it would be a matter for the Department of Industry?’ If it was impassive before, Aiden’s expression was completely inscrutable now. ‘I do apologise, Mr Chairman,’ he said woodenly, ‘But the particulars of that inspection are classified and beyond the scope of this inquiry.’  Seeing that the panel and in particular Miss Walker seemed unhappy about this, Aiden quickly added, ‘I was asked to inspect the refinery infrastructure for reasons not pertinent to the events you brought me here to discuss today. You can follow up with the Chemical Safety Manager of the facility if you like. Though I am afraid that he will also be able to tell you no more than to confirm that I was there at his invitation.’ ‘I see, perfectly understandable,’ the Chairman agreed magnanimously. ‘Well, I think that we’ve exhausted this line of enquiry, don’t you, Ms Walker?’ he added hopefully. ‘Well…’ said Miss Walker uncertainly, it seemed as though something else was bothering her. ‘No, one moment, please, Mr Chairman,’ Miss Walker eventually pressed on, to the Chairman’s obvious irritation, ‘Mr Bosanko. You said before that you mostly dealt with the operation’s paperwork, but now you’ve told us you also did “the bulk of the tactical planning”. Would I be out of place to suggest that you, and not Director Tilley, conducted nearly all if not all of the operational planning yourself?’ Aiden grinned humourlessly at her. ‘Ah, I couldn’t possibly answer that, ma’am,’ he replied impishly, ‘The specifics of operational planning are classified as well they should be. In any case, the statute merely calls for CIU Command to manage the operation in co-ordination with one another. It does not specify how the organisational load should be assigned.’ ‘I… will take that as a “yes”, then?’ ‘Ms Walker, I’m afraid I don’t see how this is relevant,’ snapped the Chairman, who’d finally had enough, ‘I have to stop you there, I think we’re done today. Thank you again for your assistance, Mr Bosanko. We will let you get back to your work.’ And just like that, Aiden’s participation in the enquiry was over. He took his time packing up his materials before leaving, furtively watching the enemy pack up her own files. Miss Walker stood from her chair and gathered her briefcase before heading for the exit. She paused halfway across the floor, crossing her legs for the briefest of moments while pretending to check an organiser she produced from her purse. After a moment she straightened up and once again caught Aiden’s gaze. She smiled wanly before her heels clicked across the marble floor and out into the lobby. Interesting. Aiden had to admit to himself that he admired her resolve. He’d been on lengthy stake-outs with female agents before and knew exactly what that look meant. Considering how desperate she must have been through the enquiry’s last few minutes she’d done an exceptional job not only of hiding that fact completely, but also of keeping up the pressure on Aiden and asking the questions he’d hoped he could avoid. He stretched, gathered his materials and exited the ballroom himself. As it turned out, the building’s mens’ room was indecently adjacent to the womens’ room in the lobby, and as Aiden entered to take care of his own needs, he could clearly hear a powerful stream and a relieved sigh coming from next door. He smiled perversely to himself as he imagined a more entertaining version of today’s events in which he drew out his answers just a little longer. But the vindictive thought passed. Annoying though her questions had been, he knew she was just doing her job. More competently than he would have preferred, yes, but he was hopeful that today had seen an end to it. As Aiden turned off the faucet from washing his hands he fancied he could still hear through the wall a tinkling on porcelain, though certainly less loud than before.  The woman must have the bladder of a horse, he thought to himself admiringly as he left the building and the valet brought around his car. What a shame she had to working for those idiots at Defence instead of for me. Edited January 29, 2019 by desertfc (see edit history)
Hello there. This is my first story I have ever posted here. It might not be really good. Warning: This contains a little bit of swearing. Some side notes: The story is fully fictional. The ranks of the astronauts are some of which are usually given on the space shuttle missions, I am not sure if they are also used on the missions launching on a sojus. The preparation in this text is just how I imagine it could happen, maybe somebody here knows the details a bit better, I would love to hear some ideas for improvements. There is in fact a project where there are veggies being grown on the ISS, but the first ones will be sent back to earth for analysis, in future they could in fact eat their own self grown vegetables, but I have not heard of salad. Probably Sarah would not be at her house before this rocket launch, they usually have a city where they live and problems like those here are not very likely to happen. This is the first of probably some stories about a woman flying into space and desperating in some special situations. I would classify this as Omorashi, but also as Omotsu. Right now there are no sexual actions planned. Have fun reading. The clock rings. She wakes up. She is feeling something wet and around her crotch she sees a big, yellow puddle in the white bed sheets. She has already accustomed to this, this has becoming normality for quite some time now, but she does not want to use diapers, as many other people she sees this as a humiliation. She mumbles a swear. “God damn it.” It takes some time until she realizes she could not even clean the mess up. It has to wait. Hopefully somebody will clean this up when she is away. Maybe having worn a diaper would have been better, after all. But she will have enough time with diapers in near future, today is the day she will begin her journey to the ISS. Reading the New York times she is eating her breakfast. On the 7th site there is an article where they wrote about her mission. “Robin Turner, Sarah Bond, Lisa Russel first to eat space grown veggies”. NASA did an experiment where astronauts grew veggies and salad on the ISS, sent it back to earth to have it analyzed whether people should eat this or not. It turned out that these plants are very much eatable, and the three are the first ones to do a long term test during their entire mission. Robin is her best friend and the crew commander, whereas she is the flight engineer and Lisa is the pilot. Sarah laughs. They are still using those old Soyuz rockets to reach the ISS, but eat “space veggies” as they called it in the newspaper. After twenty minutes of reading she stands up and brushes her teeth. She grabs her suitcase, drives away. But in her excitement she has forgotten to use the toilet. Unfortunately at the time she will become aware of this, she does not have the time to drive home, because if she gets into a traffic jam Sarah will not fly to the space station, which is the reason for her not to going back. Sarah lives in Lakes Charles, according to her satnav it takes about two hours to get to the Johnson Space Center in Houston. Bad luck, there is in fact some traffic jam. And having not the biggest her bladder it starts to hurt tough not having drunk much yet. After three hours of driving she arrived at the destination and heads to the launch preparation center. Robin and Lisa are already here. Robin, who is of course excited, too, hugs her. He and Sarah know each other since university. Some time later, she drinks some water and then she starts suiting up. They have their launch gate in three hours from now, concentrating on not forgetting any important devices she does not notice her pee bulge which has grown and she should really pee now. Standing naked in front of the mirror she looks at herself and feels distressing that this nice body will be losing some of its appeal after this mission. The reason for this is that up there she will need much less force to move herself. But for now this is not a problem to solve. When Sarah looks into the mirror she sees circa 1.70 meters tall, woman with brown curly hair and a light skin color. Her breasts are lighter than the rest of her skin and although they look pretty large and full, her back is a bit smaller than the regulated reader would think. Now she has to do what she always tried pushed away. As every astronaut, Sarah needs to put on a nappy on space walks, also known as EVAs, and rocket launches. NASA has their own special nappies with a their logo on the front, but a nappy is a nappy and nothing she wants to wear, even more on the basis of her increased accidents. But looking at herself she thinks she looks even better in this diaper, it is emphasizing her beautiful butt and lining it to a bit more voluminous shape. It also feels very nice and snuggles against her plain skin. Maybe this is not as bad as she thought it is, she even tends to like them. She would never admit this, though. I mean, what kind of grown woman would like to wear nappies? Anyway, Sarah needs to go on, now putting on her orange space suit. The elevator is screeching. The rocket is even bigger than what she expected and she can hear the wind going over the frost on the rocket and some coldness is coming from it which does actually feel very good against the hot weather today. The Soyuz rocket is has got four boosters, a second and a third stage, on top of it there is the Soyuz spacecraft in which they are going to rendezvous with the international space station. The rocket is circa 46 meters high and has a diameter of 10 meters at the bottom. The elevator is fairly slow and it takes some time until the three astronauts are at the height of the capsule. Now its 30 minutes until takeoff, and Sarah now feels the pain againt which makes her want to use the toilet, but she can not go back, even if she wanted to, she would not get back into positon in time, she tries to hold it even longer. Finally they have reached the top of the rocket, enter the capsule and let themselves being tightened up in the seat. Unfortunately the belt is pushing on Sarah's bladder which makes some extra pressure and for her very uncomfortable to sit still. Another man comes in and brings tablets on which they can say goodbye to their friends and family. Robins and Sarah's have all come to watch the launch and they talk together to them, they are having some great moments, but Sarah could not enjoy it as much as she would have without her urge to pee. As far as the two can tell Lisa’s people did also come, but they do not know them. Fifteen minutes later they stop the conversations over the tablets; the man who brought them goes and takes the devices with him. As time elapses Sarah gets more and more uncomfortable. She remembers that she is wearing a diaper, so in theory she just could let it go. This would end her desperation but result in her wetting herself again what she would not quite appreciate. The seat belt is still pushing against her bladder and it is hurting very much now. Sometimes she is frightened that she is wetting herself, but she noticed very fast that her diaper is still dry as ever. She starts crossing her legs as far as she can, which unfortunately is not much in this kind of clothing. But maybe just letting go might be a good idea. But what would the other persons say if they noticed her wet diaper? She realizes that it is still three more minutes until launch. One minute before launch she starts to put her right hand into her crotch, but she feels that she starts to leak a bit. She is uncrossing her legs, but in the laying position this is not very easy. There are serveral warm waves coming out of her which are staining her diaper yellow at the area where her pussy meets the soft absorbent white material of her diaper. Then she is hearing the countdown: “ten… nine… eight… seven… six…”, a short leak goes into the diaper, Sarah crosses her legs again, “five… four… three… two… ” At “two” the rocket starts vibrating very much, after this she hears “one… launch!”. The rocket is now vibrating and accelerating strongly. This is the moment everything is vibrating far too much and the pressure on the bladder has increased since the rocket pushes underneath her. Her bladder is doing the final push, she tries to hold it all back in, but feels the fluids spreading warmth around her private parts and soaking her diaper. Now she gives in completely. She is peeing full force wetting herself. An almost orgasmic feeling overcomes her in the moment of the sweet relief of the salty pee entering her nappy. The warmth is spreading from the front down to the back and up to the top now making the whole diaper warm and yellow. She even thought whether she heard some hissing, but it is safe to suppose that what she hered were the rocket engines turning more fuel to water than she could ever pee in her entire life. After she has finished wetting she realized that she is already 500 meters over the ground. The pictures she sees filmed by the cameras outside the rocket look stunning and she starts feeling better. She is on her way to the ISS now. Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed it. I am more of a technically versed man, adding to the fact, that I am not a mother-speaker, for me this was the first time doing something like this. I’d like to have some feedback on how you liked the setting of the rocket launch, some improvements to the language or just other things. I wrote on this three days.
So, thats the second part of my story. Today I am focusing on more correctness in speech and language, which does not mean avoiding swears, so keep this in mind please, I would like to keep this story authentic. I hope the polishing worked, I spend some time doing it, I am not the best English speaker, though. Also thank you for your feedback, I found out that I cannot edit my old post – if there is a way: Please tell me, but I will try to keep it correct in future. Oh, and this whole micro-gravity water spreading thing is not necessarily correct. Water behaves very strange with no force acting on it. I saw some YouTube Videos, thats what I came up with. I hope you enjoy this, though. Have fun! Wetter is better. - Microgravity The vibration dies away. The sight gets better. The crew is approaching the height of clouds. Sarah is looking at the screen. Now she recognizes the rocket starting to turn around. 30 seconds later the four side boosters are separated. Now just the second stage is burning. Sarah has completely fallen into her excitement about her mission and how it started. Now she feels her diaper being in fact very wet and also warm, which she enjoys, she is being thrust into the warm dampness and softness. The force the astronauts are experiencing is constantly increasing until it hits the strength of four times earths gravity. If Sarah hadn’t lost control over her bladder at t minus zero, as they call it when they start, now she would definitely have. What Sarah doesn’t recognize is that during this phase the escape tower is disabled. A short time later the launch shroud is being removed, Sarah, Robin and Lisa can see the earth and sunlight now, after some time the third stage also lights up and shortly after it is being separated from the second one. This maneuver is called hot staging and makes the separation easier, due to the next stage already slowing the prior down and pushing it away, so they save some pyrotechnics by doing this. Now their capsule almost exclusively speeds up in a vertical direction achieving a stable orbit around our beautiful water-blue planet. Another four minutes later the last stage is burned up, the three now go from a rapid accelerating to micro-gravity, stage separation occurs, everything floats in space and the passengers smile, solar panels and antennas are being deployed. Though having already experienced this in some training flights she is not very familiar to the feeling, but now she will have about ten months to accustom to this. The three unfasten their seat belts, being able to move more free than during the acceleration. They put off their helmets. Right now everything is really quiet, the only sounds the astronauts are able to hear are some metal clicking noises which is caused by the hot engine. Usually the three also hear radio signals from earth, but those are silent right now. Robin starts the conversation: “Oh man, that was great, so much acceleration!” Lisa, a bit smaller than average replies that she did not like it that much, mostly because she also needed to go. After freeing herself from the seat belts, she pushed herself away from the walls and flies up to the toilet, or whatever you want to call this direction. Sarah does not say anything, she is both excited and disappointed at the same time realizing that she is now in space wearing a full diaper. That did not quite match her expectations. Robin asks Sarah whether she has enjoyed the flight, having not said a word yet, she responded, “Weeeeeeeell, actually it was quite cool, but now we are in a tin can full of explosives and falling around the earth, not hitting it and all this”, she points with the finger around her, “ is made by the manufacturer who sold it to us for the lowest price. This does not quite feel right.” He replies evasively: “It is a bit strange to be up there reaching our goal after all the hard and long training, isn’t it?” Lisa comes back from the toilet, or at least that what should be a toilet, it reminds more of a vacuum cleaner. Showing off a diaper in her right hand: “Look at that! Still completely white and clean! Glad I don’t have to wear this thing anymore.” During the whole flight Lisa is theoretically supposed to wear a some protection. Knowing that, Robin ask suspicious: “I don’t believe you, where is the other nappy? You are supposed to wear one.” Lisa pulls down the zipper of her overall, letting both look at a yellow stained diaper. “A good thing we have those, ain’t it? That has been my toilet.” She grins. ”When we are over Russia I have to tell you something, remind me please when we are there.” Russia is the only part of the world where the Spacecraft is neither able recieve NASAs signals nor to send signals, mostly because USA does not have antennas listening and sending over Russia. Robin laughs: “4G are too much for the strongest human. Maybe we should sell these: ‘Used diapers from space’, worth a million dollars.” Sarah listens, wondering whether she is the only one feeling awkward talking about this topic. Sarah also looks up to the toilet. The Craft consists of three parts: The descent module, the orbital module and the service module. The first two are habitable. Sarah has not had the time to inspect their spacecraft yet, now she has time to do so. Theoretically, she knows what she needs to expect, it is the first spacecraft she is actually flying with, though. “Holy moly, this thing is completely mechanical, but it is flying nonetheless...” The Soyuz family contains the most reliable vessels you can get right now and it has completely zero computers controlling it. As every ship of this kind it is very small. But it is no problem for Sarah who is not very tall, even for a woman. Being next to the toilet a crazy idea comes to her mind. She spreads herself in the room and unwinds. Her diaper is still very warm and feels comfortable. Then she relaxes every muscle and is completely letting herself go, floating. She can hear a little hissing and she feels her hot yellow pee spreading between her legs. Without gravity pee does not fall down and soak itself into the diaper, so the bubble grows bigger and bigger until it hits the inside of her soaked protection. The capillary attraction does it’s job and pulls the water through the fleece into the soft and already yellowish cotton wool around her pussy and then also soaks itself up to her ass and at the front up almost to the belly button. For a moment she is experiencing complete wetness around her lower parts, then her pee stream decreases, leaving Sarah with a warm and soggy diaper all around her erogenous zone. She puts the left hand onto her back and the other hand on the top to press a bit pee out of the diaper which is doing caressing to her body like soft silk. The woman pulls up her trousers putting pressure on her diaper, it shapes itself around her silhouette, humidifying her skin. This feels very pleasing. Wearing her white space suite above she does not have to fear her mates noticing the guilty pleasure. Sarah starts rubbing her pussy in the nappy, which makes her really horny. She uses one finger and pushes deeper into her vulva, giving it to herself. 30 seconds later she bends herself over witnessing her stunning first diaper orgasm. She keeps floating in space for two minutes, rethinking what she has experienced right now, then she heads back to the descend module. Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed it. I am more of a technically versed man, adding to the fact, that I am not a mother-speaker, for me this was the second time doing some writing, even in my mother language this is something I have not done very often. As last time I also very appreciate feedback from you. I wrote on this for several weeks, adding some parts from time to time. Edited March 27, 2018 by Tailsuser Added the ending (see edit history)
(Hello there! This is my first contribution to this site, so all criticism is welcome. With that out of the way, let’s start this file up….) Eliwood and Hector, along with what few soldiers they’d been accompanied with, had been searching for the Marquess of Pharae. There had been a few battles so far, and they feared there would be more to come.  As such, the army was preparing for their next mission, each unit doing so in their own way. Serra in particular was doing her daily prayers. “Saint Elmine, praise be with your graces. Please ensure that no dies in this battle, that I can heal all my allies’ wounds, that I marry the handsomest night in all of Elibe, and….” Suddenly, her stomach started to grumble, causing her to momentarily grab her stomach “....And, please allow me to make it through this battle without an accident.” While none of her allies had soiled themselves so far, see had smelt a funny stench and saw a puddle of presumably urine when she passed by a fallen enemy pegasus knight a few days ago. She also witnessed Rebecca having a close call as she blushingly waddled away from a battle with her hands buried in her crotch to find a pot in Merlinus’s tent to relieve herself with. Serra had no time to think about her stomach pain, as the others had called her over to discuss battle plans. As per usual, she was chosen by Mark, the group’s tactician, to serve in the next battle. Though unable to fight, her healing abilities were essential to the party. Their task was to seize Caelin Castle. Once the battle began, her stomach started to ache again. “Oh dear, what’s with this pain? I remember Dorcas saying there was poison in his mutton before. Hopefully no one poisoned my food.” she thought. Despite her stomach pain, she continued to do her usual duties. However, she began to feel the need to fart. After scouting the area for the moment, it appeared no one else was around. “Ok, the coast is clear.” Serra thought to herself. “Now I just…” “Serra? Serra, is that you?” called Lyn, the woman she worked for over a year ago. “Lady Lyndis… good to, uh, see you again. ” she said, lacking her usual excited demeanor. Observant to this, Lyn said “Indeed, Serra. Are you all right?” “Of course I am” she said as she tightly clenched her staff with hands and her butt with her sphincter. “I’m not so sure. You’re holding your staff pretty tight and you’re sweating ” Lyn said skeptically. Wanting to change to change the subject, she said  “Well… this just a really tense battle. Speaking of which don’t, you have some enemies to fight. After all, this is your castle we’re fighting over.” “You make a good point. I look forward to catching up with you later.” Lyn said and then went to battle more opponents.  She looked around to make sure no one else was nearby and passed some gas. “Phew, hopefully that will buy me some time.” she thought to herself. Though Serra’s state was dire, not everything was working against her. The crew had recently picked up a troubadour by the name of Priscilla. Being a mounted healer, she was more useful. However, there were reinforcements and both were needed, so Serra had to walk to her. The walk took its toll on Serra and seemingly doubled her desperation. There were times throughout it that she took pauses and used all her might to compact her anus and not have an accident. On the bright side of things, she saw that Eliwood was within attacking distance of the man guarding the castle, At this point, Serra had given up on the idea of making it to a pot. She was hoping that the victory against the knight would be swift so she’d have enough time to run into a forest and discreetly lighten her load. Unfortunately for her, Mark had other plans. After Eliwood attacked, he retreated. “Why don’t you finish him off?” she said to Eliwood, clearly annoyed with him. He respectfully replied. “My apologies, but Mark ordered me to do so.”  “What?” Serra screeched “I have to…. I mean, the Marquess of Caelin needs our help! Wouldn’t it we best if we killed him now? ” she said while she was fidgeting. To this Mark snickered, an act unnoticed by the rest of the party. Eliwood responded to these complaints.  “With all do respect Serra” he said calmly. “Fighting this man can provide necessary experience to many members of our party. Not to mention the experience you’ll be getting by healing their injuries. ”  “But we’re…. Can’t we just…. ughhhhhh!”  As badly as Serra had to go, he made some good points, so the plan went on. An ally would wait for the enemy knight to attack them, they’d move back, Serra would heal them, and rinse wash repeat.  She grimaced each time she healed one of her allies, having to put more effort into holding after each heal. When she wasn’t healing members of her party, she was desperately crossing her legs with a hand on her behind. “Alright. Let’s fall back and wait for  Hector.” commanded Eliwood. The trouble for Serra was that he was fighting reinforcements on the other side of the map, so it’d take him some time to get to the boss. Early into Hector’s journey, her stool began to go in and out, as if it were a prairie dog. A few turns later, Hector finally arrived near the boss.  At this point Serra was leaning her staff so she could get some weight off of her behind. The tip of her poop was poking out, but it did not retract as it did earlier. She was totally still with crossed legs, fearing any sudden movements would cause her to lose control. However, all this holding had weared her out too much. “I can't…. I can’t take it…. Anymore….” After that thought, she instinctively uncrossed her legs and allowed the poop within her to escape. As a bulge was coming out of Serra’s behind, Hector’s axe was going into the opposing general, thereby defeating him. Hector took a moment to catch his breath. He then looked around and saw a clearly distressed Serra. “What the hell has happened to you?” Hector asked. Knowing she was cornered, she turned around to reveal to him that she messed herself. Once the truth was revealed to him, he was shocked. “I’m…. sorry” were the only words he could force himself to utter out at the moment. Meanwhile, Mark was analysing the cleric’s situation. The dark brown stains on her robe provided a stark contrast to the flustered pink blush on her face. He could sense the shame she felt from his outpost. Just the idea that he went through all this trouble to orchestrate a messing pleased him greatly.  “And I thought she was a crappy retainer before….” Hector mumbled to himself.  He then broke the news to the other lords and Mark. Eliwood, wanting to remain respectful, walked away and had no comment. Lyn, on the other hand, spoke out and stated “Gods, what happened to Serra was terrible. I hope such a thing never happens to anyone else here.” Mark’s only response was a sly, foreshadowing grin. THE END
Pisstronaut's Interview  Shameless advertisement:  1)First fiction: Authors' notes: 1)Liked this chapter? Type "#Pisstronaut"! 2)Want this to continue? Type "#Serialisation"! 3)Using the tags I ask you to use really encourages me to continue with a story. If you liked it, please use the tags asked. 4)Any and all references are purely coincidental in nature.  STORY: ~8 years in the future~ "Welcome one and all to the first episode of'#RinaLiAsks!'. I'm your anchor, Rina Li and joining us today will be this beautiful lady who was responsible for repairing of the importance equipment of our astronauts in space without whom, that mission would not have been possible. It's Lucia Vaeg. Big round of applause for her! " said Rina Li turning her chair to her left clapping towards a middle aged women who was smiling.  "I'm really glad that I could be here today and I appreciate your channel Global Standard News or GSN for having me over!" said Lucia with a reaffirming smile.  "I would like to inform our viewers that this is not an ordinary interview. This interview has no fixed time. We both drink a warm and healthy tea which had a strong herbal and safe diuretic in it. Lucia here can choose to answer only as much as she likes. She is free to leave whenever she wants. If she or I leave for the toilet the interview is ended. If either of us have an accident, no matter how exciting it may be, the interview will be ended. Our staff cannot be forced to work for eternity of course. Viewers I know because of this table you cannot see them but I'm really a pair of really cute jeans and definitely don't want to ruin them. Anyways most of the questions will be politically based and we would prefer if you answered honestly or don't answer. You can start with a bit about yourself and your work in space." "Well my name is Lucia Vaeg. I'm 38 years old and happily married to Rick Vaeg since I was 19. I have two wonderful children, Harris and Martha who were mature enough and responsible when I left. They had a tough time without me but they still encouraged me and are proud of me. Martha is 14 while Harris is 17. Martha is interested in fashion while Harris has wish of being an administrator for our country. My husband, happily looked after our children without any complaints and was my source of motivation. He's one of the chiefs in the police and serves giving his 100% always." "Your husband and children sound like wonderful people. If you don't mind, has any women ever laid eyes on him or made a hit on with/without you?"  "Most likely they wouldn't have. I trust Rick and know he wouldn't try to do anything like that. But still I have a message to any person attempting to do but could you insert a bleeping sound and blur on my lips for ten seconds?"  "Sure, if you say so!" said a slightly surprised Rina Li.  A censor sound was put and on the screen her lips were censored. One of crew showed a ? to indicate it was ready.  "......."  "Wow. If I needed to pee, my jeans wouldn't have been dry after hearing that. That was dark. Anyways what were you doing in space?" said a wide eyed Rina Li "Our mission was installing certain solar devices to absorb certain radiations of the sun that fell on the moon that would convert it to energy and transmit it to all satellites nearby to keep them forever sustained. Some of the energy would be sent to earth however certain satellites would have to created for that which would be the nexr mission. I had to repair any damages on the ship, the suits and act as an substitute to any of the astronauts who were steering or those who had to install the device. While we were lucky that many of those did not happen, the Astronaut's suits kept on getting damaged and I had to repair it over and over. One of us had fallen sick, name won't be mentioned, role was given to me and I had to monitor our communication systems as well. We were successful in installing those devices and in future it will create an infinite source of energy that can be used anywhere on the earth." "That is really amazing. I'm a bit worried of electric companies about this but benefit of mankind trumps everything. How do you think your job affects women in general?" said a slightly fidgeting Rina Li.  "It does not affect women in general. We women are strong and independent and if we feel we can do something, we will! By saying that something was done by a woman and not saying done by a man makes it so that makes us women look weak and such events are very common for men and extremely rare for women. As a woman I do not want that to happen. I want everyone to be considered equal and not any feeling like that should be given by our actions! " said Lucia feeling the effects of the tea slowly but surely filling her bladder.  "We asked celebrities to post questions on our websites and the most upvoted ones will be asked but if the show continues, we will all of them. Q1) Are you inspired by Jim Jardhashian?" asked a squirming Rina Li.  "I assume it's because of my butt's size I guess.." she giggles but continues, "My butt is 100% organic. My mama's genes, a lot of exercise and plenty of eggs gives me this wonderful treasure. I am not following you Jim. Also there is something else but I'll tell that later" she began slightly fidgeting.  "Q2)Are you a feminist? Why or why not?" said Rina Li slightly weaker and fast. Her bladder making her feel really uncomfortable.  "That's a tough question. Feminism is an ambiguous term. Some say it is equality others actions prove it is for something else, different websites have different meanings, etc. I believe in equal rights for everyone however in developed countries like ours I don't think we need any feminist movement and it is does not have any official organization. Anyone can call themselves a feninist and ask for superior treatment. So to be on the safe side I would not consider myself a Feminist. " said Lucia. She stopped  fidgeting and began smiling. A small sound could be heard but both of their clothes were dry.  "I am with you on that definition. I love the way you answer questions with confidence and intelligence. This next one is slightly personal. Q3) Did you have anything to be embarrassed about?" said Rina Li moving front and back and shifting her legs ever so often.  "Well, in space whenever I felt the need to pee, I went to the toilet but it wouldn't come out even though I was desperate. So I had to go in diapers. Luckily I had no such problems with bowels. But for sone reason I could not pee in the toilet. I just used a diaper whenever I had to go. We had plenty and the others didn't have to use much of theirs. This is something I regret. Now I can't stop peeing. I go to sleep,I wake up with a soaked bed. I went to the supermarket and wet myself. Some kids saw that and said 'Mommy that woman needs diapers more than I do!'. I tried everything to retrain my bladder but nothing seems to work. I'm wearing a diaper right now also." "That's sad. I...wonder why did you tell us about that when... it was so... so embarrassing and people like me would never say such.... an.. answer?" said Rina at her limit. She might have hold it much longer.  "Oh, that was because I wanted to be as honest as possible. Also many people suffer from urinary incontinence and are socially tormented by that. I want them to know that they too deserve respect and they do not need to have feel ashamed. Also kids that feel peeing in their pants is fun, don't! Once it gets permanent, you won't have any choice. You'll have to wear diapers 24/7 and believe me you won't like it!"finished Lucia hearing a light hiss.  "It's almost been an hour on this interview. That tea is definitely reaching its max capacity..." said Rina Li with an expression relived yet annoyed.  Lucia looked below the desk before rising and giggling.  "I guess the interview is over!" said Lucia with a smile.  Rina Li was heavily blushing to be discovered. She was sure that Lucia would be in a wet diaper and that cheered her up.  "And with that I'll see you viewers tomorrow. Goodnight and stay aware! I am your host Rina Li signing out!" said Rina Li smiling and doing her signature hand movement.  The camera was off and the show was over. Both of the ladies stood up. Rina Li's jeans were completely drenched mostly being wet on the bottom and the centre. She looked at herself and then at Lucia who's diaper in her yoga pants was slightly sagging. They both looked at the large puddle Rina Li had made.  "That's huge. Maybe it was a bit too strong for you!"said Lucia.  "I can see something sagging so I wouldn't complain much. It was great having you here today!" said Rina Li moving her hand forward.  "Same here. I really appreciate you calling me here. By the looks of your face you still have one more question right?" said a still smiling Lucia.  "Aren't you tired smiling? Also how do you... you know? Do... bow chika bow wow?" said a blushing Rina Li looking away.  "You mean sex? I still pee during those times but he does not mind now. I think it actually... forget it. I shouldn't tell hiw he feels without his permission. I'll be taking my leave. Also you might want to change those dry pants!" said giggling Lucia walking away.  "We don't have any spare Rina Li!" said Aiyano.  "Guess I'm going to have to see in the car naked(without pants) or make the seat dirty. Which is better?" said a sighing Rina Li.  "I prefer the first one. Haven't seen your vagina for some weeks and I think you're too scared to do it!"said a flirting Aiyano.  "I'm not." said a smiling Rina Li about to do something extraordinary.
Warning: The following chapter contains a mix of colours for text, common bolding of words with some hidden meaning, small font which I cannot edit on my device and strong political views.  If you do not want to put stress on your eyes or do not like even a bit of political discussion, I advice you not to continue. This may not be suitable for you.  Any and all characters/locations/organisations mentioned are purely fictional and any resemblance to anything in real life is merely coincidental.  Any and all political views are simply for the story and do not intend to show my views or the viewpoint of certain communities.  Shamless advertisement: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/42550-rakanlivesmatter/ Chapter-2 "Welcome to The Weekly Debate with Jaclynn Garcia. I'm your beautiful host Jaclynn Garcia. Today with us we have the important Lucia Vega, a female astronautwithout whom an important self-sustaining energy source mission would not have been completed and one and only, famous actress and author, Loreine Alwright." This was a live broadcast on Mirror News. It was 9:00 PM and the TV was on. There were three rectangles with three different women on them. On the centre was a  dashing young blonde in a black t-shirt. On the right(our) was a brown haired middle-aged woman who had an European origin like face was wearing a thick tight white dress with two big white bulges showing how big and shaped her breasts were. She was Lucia Vega. On the left was darker skinned middle aged woman. She had smaller breasts when compared to the other two. She was Loreine Alwright. "This is an open discussion. When the other person is speaking you can interrupt if you want but we recommend waiting for the other to finish first. Today's topic is modern day feminism as well as certain inappropriate things people noticed but firstly Feminism. Ladies, you may start the debate."  "Thank you Ms. Jaclynn. Our guest here had recentlygiven a statement negative about Feminism and I would like to disagree with that."  "I don't think I've said anything critical of Feminism..." "Oh..you have! You claimed modern day Feminism is not about equality but woman supremacy. Let me tell you that even today we women are oppressed everywhere. You may have been lucky to be free from this oppression not most of us aren't. Women are raped on an everyday basis and people are silent about it. Music and films support rape. A woman earns about 73 cents to every dollar a man earns. One in Three women in America get raped. We never had any female President and only a few women are CEOs in top companies. Abortion is still not free in the US. Which all this, how the hell can you claim that Feminism is not needed. Ms.Jaclynn, you should not have invited such ignorant misogynists to your show! " "Should I tell her or you will?" asked a smiling Lucia.  "You can do it. You were personally attended it right?" "What?" asked a confused idiot... I mean Loreine.  "Firstly she is Mrs Jaclynn Garcia. Do you think an American will get a Spanish surname out of her ass?"  "Everyone here has got juicy apples ? incase anyone was wondering." said a smirking Mrs.Garcia.  "It's a delight to see you have a good sense of humor like Rina Li. I was one of the guests at her wedding two months ago. Now about feminism, it may meanequality to some but the movement is not..."  "How can you say that that? Give one example!"  "Let me finish my sent..." "Alright, you can explain."  "If you stop interrupting me, it would be appreciated. No film or song promotes rape. At max it is just humour. It does not encourage others to do so. About the wage gap, it is just the average earnings of a man and woman. It does not take into account work hours, no of leaves taken, different types of jobs, how hardworking the person is, etc. Like dentists come under doctors. So does a surgeon. Surgeons earn way more than a doctor. Just like that many women are employed in lower paying jobs. Teachers in schools are mostly female which is the opposite in universities. As for the rape statistics, it was a survey conducted for a small sample size with three to four questions like "Were you raped? ", "Did your partner lie to you to have sex?", "Did you have sex after intake of even a little alcohol?", "Did you partner force you to have sex?" If you answered any one of those questions with yes, you're a rape victim. More men are hardworking than women. These men get CEOs.. " "How can say women are not hardworking or deserve to be paid less!? I don't want to talk to such intolerant people!" She pressed some button on her device and panel went black.  Her panel disappeared and only two remained.  "So much for tolerance. It's not even been 10 minutesand this debate was supposed to go to till 30 minutes. Now Lucia, could you tell our audience what Feminism should focus on and how women who are discriminated should seek redressal before we move onto the next topic? " "Feminism should mainly fight against injustice to other women and men in third world countriesespecially Islamic States that make discrimination/ill treatment of women legal. Islam does not tell to mistreat women, it's the leader of these nations who do such things. We must enlighten them about equality. About, discrimination... I don't think discrimination is likely in US. But if you feel you were discriminated against, you can send an email to [email protected] . She will guide you on what to do. " "Now Mrs Vega, there are some users claiming they saw Mrs Rina Li sit naked in her car. Some kids on twitter typed that they say her wearing her shirt but they could only see something similar to skin with hair. Do you think this is true?"  "I can't say for sure, but there's a good chance it is. See I don't know if it is known or not but her pants were in a condition that would make her car seats dirty and she might not have had extras to wear, so she.. you know...."  "About that, very few people understood what you meant when you said 'The interview is over'. They thought you were peeing in your diaper... I'm sorry for saying it like that!"  "Oh it's no big deal. But yeah, I was peeing in my diaper and yeah someone else also was peeing."  "Do you think this interview till you leave or pee is a violation of human right?"  "Not at all. It was optional. Rina Li herself asked mebeforehand for that. It is actually a good idea as you get some emotion in your speech and prevents you from thinking about false answers as you can't concentrate too much. Though it is advisable to not do that in tight clothing especially the jeans with zips. I heard an article that some women tried the same thing. When one of them left to use the restroom, her zipper got stuck and she well... had an accident. Her pictures went viral and she was later fired from her job as her employers did not want any negative review of their product because of her. " "How well do you know Rina Li? You seem rather close." asked a nervous Mrs.Garcia. "I know her very well. I've known her since she was a child. We used to live nearby until I shifted. She was very kind and always had a barrage of questions. We talked and played many games together like tag, skating, swimming, etc. I always felt that I was like her older sister. She has grown into a beautiful women with self confidence. She is responsible for changing several religious people mindsets about certain superstitious traditions especially against the Raka. It makes me proud to see someone like her achieving her  dream job since 18 and the being the best in it. Currently her online news channel and she as the anchor are ranked number 1 and her wife Aiyano's YouTube series is also well received. I believe you come on the the top ten list as well." "It was great to know. I hope one day our TV channel can compete against her online-channel. Like her, do you have any questions for us here?" asked a curiousMrs.Vega. "I hope you don't take any offence but why are you so clingy with your husband? You seem so addicted to him..."  "Oh.. it's not problem. It's just I want to be near him always. I want us to be together while doing almost everything. If you lay your eyes on him, you will regret it.." said Mrs.Garcia with same smile Lucia during Rina Li's show.  "That's good to know. I heard that once made a girl wet herself. Could you tell more about it?"  "If you didn't know, me and Ernold were dating since we were 11. A girl had a crush on him and used to follow us from the behind. One day I believe our school cafeteria's dish were a little too spicy. Everyone drank a lot to compensate for that. I was eventually bursting and went to the toilet. I asked Ernold to wait outside. She was also probably desperate. She thought this was a good opportunity to talk to Ernold. I quickly came out and immediately told her that if she tried hitting on him again, I would make sure she would be scared to see him herself...I had a look of a crazy girl, that combined with her need to pee gave a wonderful display to everyone around. She started peeing in fear and formed a puddle there . A teacher shortly came and I got detention for that..." "Well that was something I wish I could see with my own eyes! I'll be taking my leave. Goodnight." She pressed something on her device and her panel dissappeared. "That's it for tonight ladies and gentlemen. Unfortunately we could not have the debate as one of us left but tune in next week for another 'The Weekly Debate'! Goodnight and Goodbye!"  An outro played and ad started. Meaning the show was over. Rina Li turned off her TV.  "Too bad she didn't mention about certain incidentsabout you!" said Rina Li's mother.  "Mom!" said an irritated Rina Li.  "Just kidding." She began laughing.  "Once again Happy Birthday Mom. You were always there when I needed you, you supported everything I did even changed others for me. Thank you for everything!" She had tears in her eyes and hugged her mother. "It's okay. Just don't remember to visit the bathroom before sleeping. Don't want childhood habits to repeat itself." said her mother who was smiling at how dear she was to her daughter. Author's notes: 1)Enjoyed this story? Type '#Pisstronaut' 2)Want a side story of any character? Type that character's name with a hash(#) with SideStory, eg: #LuciaSidestory 3)I'm going to regret saying this but.... If you want this to continue, type '#Serialisation'. The bold in the chapters has a mix of meanings. (i) Some are just names and details (ii) Some an emotion or strong expression (iii) Some emphasis (iv) Some reference to the previous chapter or my other story (v) Some about any accident (vi) Some are spoilers about what will happen (vii) Some are hints about the next story I am posting and (viii) Some are whatever excuse I get to make words bold, also some bold is just an accident.
TRATTORIA Valerie's father made a flying visit to the Tuscan villa at the weekend and took us all out to dinner at the one and only trattoria in the nearby hilltop village.  As there was not enough room in his hired Mercedes for all six of us Emily and Amanda travelled with their parents and Valerie and I followed in the battered old Fiat hatchback. We took a table in the restaurant's extensive garden.  Valerie looked gorgeous in a simple full-skirted knee-length cherry-red summer dress that showed off her curves to perfection.  Her sisters also looked great, Emily in a green dress that looked as though it may have come from the same expensive couturier as Valerie's and Amanda in a crop top and a flirty short skirt. After a convivial meal Valerie's father and mother headed home as he had to be at the airport for an early-morning flight back to London the following day.  Rather than cut the evening short, Emily and Amanda elected to come back with us later.  After we said our goodbyes I took the opportunity to seek out the restaurant lavatory.  When I returned, Emily asked what the loos were like.  "Not great", I replied.  "In fact pretty awful". "Maybe we take a leaf out of Amanda's book and just wee where we are sitting like she did in the gazebo the other day" suggested Valerie with a grin. "Actually, it wasn't quite like that" said Amanda in a quiet voice.  "I don't like thunderstorms any mire than Emily does and when Tom said about the gazebo acting as a fara-thingy..." "A Faraday Cage" I interjected. "...I was absolutely determined not to set foot outside until the storm was well and truly over.  But as time went on I needed a wee more and more.  I felt trapped.  I did not want to squat in front of everyone, including Tom here, with my shorts and knickers round my ankles nor did I want to make a different sort of spectacle of myself by standing in front of everybody and wetting myself ...."  She broke off in confusion.  "Oh, sorry Em, I did not mean that!  I know you could not help what happened...." "That's all right Amanda, I know you did not mean it that way" said Emily soothingly. "Anyway, the storm seemed to go on for simply ages, the thunder and lightning was terrifying me and the sound of the rain beating on the roof only made me more desperate.  I would not go out and I could not wait.  I tried to distract myself but in the end my body just took over and I started to wet my knickers.  I tried to get things back under control before anybody noticed but I just could not stop.  In no time I had soaked my shorts and then it started to run off the edge of my chair and splashed on to the floor in all directions.  I was mortified when you all stopped talking and turned and stared at me.  It was either act defiant or burst into tears." "Amanda darling, poor you!" said Valerie, rising and hugging her sister.  "I had no idea you were so upset by it.  You usually seem quite OK about just wetting yourself, around the pool for example." "Oh, that is a different" Amanda replied.  "Absolutely everybody wets their bikini!" "I don't" I said, to laughter from the three girls. "In a way that is part of the problem" said Emily thoughtfully.  "You are an absolute sweetheart, Tom, and I am really happy that you are here with Val but I do feel a bit awkward about doing a wee when you are around.  Its nothing personal but I feel that I need to at least find a bush to stand behind or even go all the way into the house.  It is not as free and easy as it used to be, which is one reason why Amanda and I were so embarrassed about having accidents when we could not get to a loo." "Val, could you get Tom to wet his pants for us?" asked Amanda innocently.  "I am sure that would make him one of the family". "Well, Tom, how about it?" asked Valerie, raising an eyebrow.  "Maybe you could put on a show for us like I did after the storm?" "Making a joke of it the way you did that afternoon certainly made me feel better about....what had happened earlier." Emily murmured. "Down by the pool tomorrow, Tom!" said Amanda enthusiastically.  "And how about those bright yellow board shorts of yours?  They would seem appropriate!" "Um....er..... OK, I suppose.  But not board shorts.  You have no idea how unpleasant all that cold wet fabric can be, flapping around your legs." "You do have a pair of Speedos tucked away in your drawer, Tom" said Valerie slyly, to giggles from Emily and Amanda.  "I saw them!". "Right, that's settled then!" said Amanda.  "Showtime!  We will have the place to ourselves for the day because Mummy is going to hang on to Daddy's hire car after she drops him off at the airport tomorrow and do some clothes shopping in Florence.  Now if nobody is going to use that loo, lets get home as soon as we can - I'm bursting." The girls had drunk a fair amount of wine and were decidedly giggly as we made our way home, with increasingly ribald suggestions for the details of the performance I should put on.  Then it became quieter until, in her most innocent voice, Amanda asked  "Tom, as we are soon going to be family, would you mind awfully if I do a wee back here?" "I mind!" exclaimed Emily.  "Just hold it!  I am wearing a new and rather expensive dress and it is bound to get splashed if you let rip beside me!  And you are not the only one who is dying for a wee.  If anybody is going to get this dress wet it is going to be me." "That makes three of us!" said Valerie.  "I am going to wet my knickers as soon as I get out of this car, if not before!" We pulled off the road and on to the long driveway leading up to the villa.  In the rear view mirror I saw that Amanda now had one hand clamped under her skirt between tightly crossed legs and was biting the knuckles of the other hand as she stared quietly out of the side window.  I stopped the car in the usual spot under the trees.  "Quick, Tom, open the door and let us out!" Amanda demanded. Valerie and I got out and folded the front seats forward to release Emily and Amanda from the back.  As soon Amanda moved she started wetting herself, leaving a pee trail across the rubber floormat as she awkwardly clambered out past me.  Hastily she spread her legs wide, lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal a tiny pair of lacy white panties that offered no impediment to the jet of pee she released as soon as she surrendered any attempt at control.  On the other side of the car Valerie and Emily gathered up their dresses and simultaneously wet their cotton hipster briefs.  "The really important thing" observed Valerie as the girls made three large puddles on the gravel, "Is not to splash our Jimmy Choos."
Hello everyone. Some of who may know me know that I have a thing for Age-Play. I don't see much age-play on this forum, but I think it blends very well with some of the aspects of the fetish. On that note, the below story is an idealized version of how I would like an age-play session to go with one of my mutual age-play partners. Please realize that, in this story, everyone is a consenting adult. For me, age-play is very much about capturing those feelings that time evokes, and using them for pleasure. This has the potential to be a multi-part story, If I get a good amount of feedback and such, I will probably continue. However, I have left it at a place where it could end. Please let me know what you think. I realize this isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I wanted to share anyway. The Game Round One Alarms certainly are one of the worst inventions of all time. A device that’s sole function can be boiled down to the cession of peace. Blaring, Lucas’ alarm disturbed his slumber, bringing him from dreams to his a familiar, small bed. Across the guest room, his alarm hummed and howled on the dresser.             Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Lucas threw the blankets off, groggily rising from his slumber. Confusion bubbled under his hazy stupor. He had left his phone in his bed with him the night before and he most certainly had not set an alarm. He barely remembered anything from last night, having arrived so late to Rob’s, but he remembered wandering into the guest room, throwing on his pj bottoms and shirt, throwing his bag on the floor and wiggling into the guest bed.             The angry alarm stopped as his fingers gingerly pecked at the screen. Blinking, Lucas rubbed some bed head from his eyes and grabbed his glasses from the dresser. As the world came into clarity his brow wrinkled in confusion again. His phone showed a text message and on the dresser was a large glass of water. Pressing his thumb to the home button, Luke opened the message, a familiar name settling on the banner.             “Good morning kiddo. Make sure to have plenty to drink today, you have a big day ahead. I also went ahead and unpacked your bag. Your clothes are in the top drawer. Come out when you wake up. And remember the rules.” Lucas set his phone down, wasting no time in opening the first drawer. His heart fluttered and his cheeks reddened at the sight awaiting him. On the left side of the drawer sat his four pairs of training pants, neatly folded. Hungry dinos played on one, while cuddly jungle buddies romped on the other. The other two were a dingy white cloth, betraying a…history to the garments. On the right were his shortalls, folded straight with his tshirt right on top, a grinning Stitch covered in Deadpool collars posed for attack.             A dumb smile was plastered on his face. Without hesitation, Lucas took up the glass of water, greedily gulping down the liquid in seconds. The rules were simple. One glass, once an hour. When Rob said so, one glass every fifteen minutes. Whatever happens, happens.             A few moments were spent going through the drawer again, feeling the soft, slightly thick cloth of his padded underpants. White was too boring to start the day in. After an agonizing debate Lucas decided that the dinos would grace his bottom for the day. He pulled the cloth up, smiling as he felt the cool softness between his legs, the slight, poofy texture embracing him. Soon, his tshirt covered the rest of him and after a few snaps, boyish shortalls hid his little secret. The little boy cast a quick glance at the mirror on the dresser. The man who had entered that room in a sleepy stupor was gone. Lucas was gone for the weekend and it was time for Luke to play.             Familiar sounds ventured to his ear as he walked out into the tiled hallway, almost wishing for slippers as his feet adapted to the cool floor. Sizzles came from the kitchen, mingled with the steamy shouts of the coffee machine. Rob loved the stuff and Luke would never understand why. Softly, the boy padded out and entered the kitchen, waving with a dumb grin at the man hunched over the machine, fiddling with knobs and levers, crushing beans and willing the life blood of an adult morning into existence.             “Good morning Kiddo” Rob said with a smile. Luke felt the warmth in that moment as the smells of coffee and bacon lingered in his nostrils. With a small wave, he sat at the table, almost wishing the chair was large enough to let his legs dangle. Soon, Rob walked over, bearing a plate of delicious bacon, and a large glass of water. “Here you go, enough to make you big and strong” he said.             With greed Luke clutched the first pieces of the greasy delight, the fats rendered just right to give a satisfying, yet yielding crunch. Already, he was on to his next piece. Only an inclined, telling glance from Rob towards his water stopped the boy’s onslaught against the best breakfast food of all time. Letting his bacon rest, Luke took to the water, slurping and swallowing down, feeling his tummy already becoming heaving from the water he had just had before. Rob’s eyes twinkled with an amused grin and the boy blushed. The game was beginning, and he was already feeling the nervous pit that started in him before it started in earnest.             “I need to work on some projects on my computer after breakfast. Why don’t you play in the living room on your games or something? You can always come in and get me if you need something.” Luke nodded, recognizing the last part not as a statement, but a command. Breakfast passed quickly, the two enjoying the quiet moment as sleep finally abandoned its last hold on both of them.             With the plates put away, and small, pointed pat on his slightly padded rump, Luke was sent off to the living room, a bottle of water in his hands. Forgoing the couch to get a better view of the tv, Luke sat his bottom down on the tile, craning his neck back to look up at the TV. I felt good to sit, the floor cushioned by his padding. With gusto, Luke loaded up his video games, going into his favorite past time.             Moments of intense finesse in New Donk City were punctuated by gulps of water. A rhythm had built up. Find a moon, take a drink, find a moon, take a drink. It was the perfect way to follow the rules. Speaking of the rules…             A slight shiver went down his spine, spidering up and down through his nerves until it arrived right below his tummy, settling into an obnoxious, angry pressure. Luke bite his lower lip, crossing his legs slightly and paused the game. Rules were rules, and the rules said he had to make it… until he was told not to.             He was always nervous the first time. No matter how many times he did it. No matter how many time he asked, it never got easier. That was a good thing. If it got easier, it wouldn’t be ask fun. The thing loses its appeal when it doesn’t bring a blush to your cheeks or a skipped beat to your heart. Pitter patter went his bare feet across the floor to the kitchen table. Still sipping coffee, Rob sat hunched over his laptop, a bear of a man toiling at work. Keys clacked and the man’s eyes never left the screen, but Luke knew he was seen. It was time, the true beginning.             He let his hands down to his crotch, clutching slightly, exaggerating the motion as he crossed his legs, the first steps of a familiar dance. The urge was there, and it was entirely fake, but a little bit of theatrics always made the blood flow. The words were stuck on his tongue, but then, in an instant, they were in the air. “Uncle Rob… I hafta go potty.”             They both hung there for a moment. Luke, tapping from foot to foot and Rob, tapping from key to key. Finally, the man’s eyes lifted from the screen, a sly smile on his face. “Do you?” he asked, his gaze travelling up and down the little boy before him. Luke’s blush started low, under the collar of his shirt, a warm tingling riding up his neck before engulfing his cheeks as he nodded, and buckled his knees for good measure. Rob chuckled, closing his laptop and getting up. “I guess I better take you then.” He declared, walking past the fidgeting boy, and taking his hand, dragging him down the hall.             Luke followed at an arm’s length, on hand firmly pressed against his privates. Whatever urgency he actually was feeling had fallen to a dull presence with the pressure he was putting on. The hallway always felt longer than it was, but once they arrived in the bathroom, things always moved too fast.             The door swung open, revealing the bleached white of a room treated with clorax. At the center, as always, was the toilet, the potty. The sight of it, no matter where he was, always made him acutely aware of the underwear he was wearing. He would become dreadfully aware of how thin his big boy underwear was, how thick his training pants felt, and how humiliating the hug of a dreaded diaper felt. He told a lie to himself in that moment. No matter what today, he would not feel the thickness of a crinkly diaper on his bottom. It was a lie, but the lie was just another part of the game.             Rob was already working. His fingers danced over his chest, unsnapping the buckles holding his shortalls up, letting them fall to the floor as he positioned his boy in front of the big kid potty. Luke looked down, seeing the playful, and thankfully still dry dinos smiling up at him before Rob’s hand went down his trainers. His hand brushed past Luke’s privates, eliciting a slight, breathy groan. Rob squeezed the trainers, checking for wetness. Satisfied with their dryness he yanked them down to join Luke’s crumpled up shortalls and took Luke’s boyhood in his hand, pointing it at the potty. “Go ahead Luke, go potty.”             Luke closed his eyes as he felt the man’s hand on him, pointing him towards his gold. He breathed in deep, holding the air inside him as he let something else out. His eyes fluttered open as the first few streams pittered and pattered onto the still water in the toilet. Letting his held breath finally go, Luke fully released his hold on his bladder. Spurts turned to a full stream as he blinked, the comforting sounds of successful going potty made his dumb smile return to his face as Rob whispered in his ear. “Good job Luke, such a good boy”.             The above scene, or variation there of played out a few more times over the morning. Luke would continue to drink water at a greedy pace. Sometimes, he would toddle to the kitchen and ask to be taken to the potty. Other times, right before he was about to get up, he found himself being dragged by Rob, being told to stand in front of the potty and produce before he would be set free back to the bathroom. Finally, the song and dance ended when Rob came in with a bigger bottle of water, handing it over to the boy as he paused the game. “You are looking a little flushed there kiddo, I think you need to drink a little more.” The rules had changed again. More water, at a faster pace was the spoken part of the rule, but it was always delivered with their favorite, unspoken rule. “You won’ be using the potty anymore.” He squirmed, but still he continued to force the water down. It was always refilled. Never was the bottle empty. Whenever he reached for it, Rob always made sure to have more water ready.             Luke’s bladder was filling rapidly, the nature of the game revealing itself. A constant inflow of water, and a consistent outflow of relief. Rob had simply changed the equation. He had increased one side, and reduced the other side to nothing. The outcome was decided, pre-ordained even.               He had to remember to be like a kid. A kid would never, ever give up his video games. Not when there were more moons to collect. Pausing only for a drink when necessary, Luke played on. It was like pulling the emergency brake on a train though. With the constant flow out of him, and the sudden increase of intake, his bladder was screaming for relief in merely a half an hour.             This time, the signs were real. They started small, as always, the twitching of his toes. The bumping up and down of his knees. He moved his controller closer to his crotch, pressing down has his fingers continued to work the buttons with the precision needed for urban climbing in Paulette’s metropolis. Rob never said a word. From the couch he watched as Luke began to go through every sign.             Slight pangs of pressure gave way to absolute waves of urgency. Even when pressing down and crossing his legs, they would only subside, abating for mere moments before returning with a spitting vengeance. The contents of his bladder were angry, screaming at him, begging him to get up and use the potty. But still, the figures on the screen before him danced as he too gave into the desperate dance.             He had contorted himself into a rather odd positions, both legs crossed at the ankles, his controller hands firmly under his knees, pressing against his throbbing bladder. It was all real this time. The slight gasps, the near constant motion, each one designed to take his mind away from the fluid swimming within him. But that was not enough anymore. Urgency, pure, dreadful urgency was consuming him. He wanted to pause the game, to get up and run. But that would be against the rules.             It happened slowly, as it always did. Techincally, it wasn’t an accident, not a real one it started. The first spurt overcame all of his holds, a slight, choking gasp coming from him as his trainers did their job. That is what they had been there for. To catch the little spurts of a boy who put off the potty for too long. It was a job the dinos did eagerly, the cloth dampening, protecting his shortalls and the floor, but only for the moment. They never would stand a chance with what was to come.             Still the boy pressed on, riding each wave until the inevitable spurt into his thirsty trainers. Evidence of his losing struggle soon began to mount. It was a small, insidious thing, a spot no more the size of a dime after the third spurt overcame his needs. The fourth discolored the jean-like fabric of the shortalls around his crotch with a baseball sized splotch. By the sixth, the floor was still protected, but anyone looking at the boy would say he had an accident. The front of his shortalls had adopted a dark blue, halfmoon stain, emanating from his crotch, and searching for the next area to cascade. In a desperate flurry that mirror the state of his body, Luke’s fingers still moved across the control, but the movements of the video game character had become sloppy and haphazard. They stopped soon, at the exact same moment his fingers and the rest of his body ceased all movement and became rigid.             There never was a seventh spurt…             His trainers were long past damp and could not even begin to mitigate the flood that was coming to them. His shortalls began to glisten, a slight hiss coming from between his legs as he just started down at the floor. The stain on his crotch was racing about in all directions, up and left and right, and most dangerously, down. When it could no longer go down, he saw it.             Warm potty began to flood out from underneath his sodden bottom, a puddle expanding in all directions. Inch by inch it grew as his poor, overtaxed bladder continued to stream out its desperately held back contents. He knew Rob was looking, but Luke didn’t care. Almost by reflex he attempted to clamp down, to stop the accident before the puddle had spread further. Doing so only served to cause another wave of torment to spread from within him, buzzing in fury at his denial.             “Oh…Oh no” he finally managed to say, the words lost in a breathy moan of desperate relief, relishing the feeling of finally giving in. He could not say how long it lasted, only that it was long enough for him to see a puddle around him at all sides. The cuffs of his shorts dripped, and he could feel his boyish trainers clinging to him, the warm, shameful fluid in them already cooling and trying to weigh the cloth down with an embarrassing sag.             Before he could say anything, Rob had already beaten him to it. ”Luke…what did you did?” He asked, adopting an admonishing tone that brought the blush back. Round One was complete.
Foreword from the author: This is a story I've been working on, and as you can see, it's gonna be a loooooong one. I like switching viewpoints a lot, too, as I find it's helpful to reveal exposition when writing third person omniscient. Anyway this is the first sampling, and you don't really get to see a lot of the Omo content yet. Just a glimpse of it, really. They'll be plenty more to come, trust me. I just don't like to rush things, least of all the plot of a good narrative. Just some warnings of content that'll probably be showing up down the line, for people who may not be into this stuff: diapers, light infantilism, physical age regression, transgender transformation/futa, lesbians probably, pregnancy, whatever other weird shit i feel like adding in. I've got a lot of fetish type things and my goal is to pretty much use all of them somewhere in this story. Also just a spoiler because this isn't obvious from the first bit I have written here, there's some supernatural type shit going down and it's only gonna get stranger. strap yourselves in for it Christine glared at the thinnest hand on the clock, colored red, as it ticked off each agonizing second. Each tick was another painful reminder of exactly how many hundreds of seconds she had left. When her eyes began to blur over from concentrating so hard on that single spot, she switched the focus of her glare back to the woman across from her. A strong, confident woman in her dark pantsuit, she always seemed to have a smug look on her face. It was like she knew some secret, one she would drops hints toward while never fully revealing. It was beyond frustrating. Besides that there was the fact that the woman knew she was in full control of the situation. It was like she was gloating, having won some unspoken contest. Christine had decided to give the woman the silent treatment. In response, she in turn was being given the silent treatment. Nearly half and hour had passed since their meeting had begun, and not a word had been spoken. Christine had decided that this was a contest she was probably going to lose in the end anyway. It was a small victory for the woman, but she wouldn’t let it stand. She would have to be the first to speak, but she say just the right words to take hold of the situation again. She collected her thoughts, chose her words very carefully, and opened her mouth. And the other woman spoke first. “You seem to have a knack for getting yourself into trouble,” she said in a casual, disarming way. Her smile was friendly, and her tone had not a hint of mockery in it. Christine wanted very badly to hate this woman, but she couldn’t find a single legitimate reason to. She’d have to settle for spite. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was a fairly weak reply, but it was all Christine had for the moment. The woman chuckled. It didn’t even sound forced. If she wasn’t the picture of the ideal guidance counselor for troubled youth, she was a very good actor. Christine could see it now. The woman would befriend her, show that she genuinely cares about her and her future, and Christine would slowly warm up to the older woman and turn her life around. At least that’s how it was supposed to play out. The woman stood suddenly, putting her hands on the desk and adopting a very serious look. “Don’t bullshit me. We both know exactly the kind of shit you were doing that landed you here. Partying, drug abuse, underaged drinking, and then going out joyriding all in the same night. You’re lucky nobody was killed.” As she listed Christine’s various offenses, a glint of fury in her eye that hinted she was at the edge of violence. Christine was instantly terrified. This woman seemed to know exactly what she was thinking would happen next, only so she could do the exact opposite. Nothing was going as she expected. “If I saw my daughter,” the woman continued, “living as recklessly - as irresponsible - as you..!” She trailed off and seemed to notice how far Christine had sunk into her chair. She sat there quivering a moment, still leaning with her arms on the table in front of her. The confident, professional woman she’d been a moment before replaced by a disheveled rage monster. Her dark hair seemed frazzled and out of place with her professional attire. And it was in this that Christine saw her opening. A weakness, to be used against the woman. Something she could prod at. She sat up, slightly more confident again, and shot the woman back a daring look. “I don’t have to take this from you! Where do you get off using that kind of language with a minor? I should call your supervisor, or child protective services, or something. I feel like I’m being threatened.” As soon as those last words were out of her mouth, she wanted to take them back. If she’d learned anything from being bullied in high school, it was that the aggressor never liked to be called aggressive. Tell them you feel threatened, and they’ll be sure to give you something to feel threatened about. But again, she was thrown for a loop as the woman, with barely contained humor, simply said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The words were barely out of her mouth before she was in a fit of laughter. Christine was now certain the woman was insane. “Is this all some sort of joke?” “Life is a joke,” the woman replied without pause through her laughter. “With enough experience you’ll come to see how fun it can be.” She finally calmed down and sat back in her chair with that same charming smile she began with. “Miss Malaprop- no that’s too formal. I’m just gonna call you Christine- Christine, I hope you don’t take me or these sessions too seriously. Honestly I don’t care about you or your problems all that much. I have dozens of other kids I have to listen to who all actually want to be here and listen to my advice. You clearly wish you were somewhere else, as you spent the first 30 minutes staring at the clock and saying nothing. “Sorry if I dug into you a bit there with my Mom Voice. It was worth it to see the look on your face in those few moments you were actually terrified.” Christine was baffled. The woman seemed twenty years younger than she had minutes ago. In both her mannerisms and speech, it was like she wasn’t much older than Christine herself. Yet she looked the same, still wore the same clothes. It didn’t seem right. There was only one thing for Christine to do. She cracked a smile, and laughed. As Lucina sat across from young Christine she felt the girl’s trust open up to her. It was a warm feeling, that flooded the entire room with a bright yellow energy. The energy was only visible to her, of course, and she quickly lapped it up. It was a deep well of energy. The girl was a tricky one at first but near the end Lucina hardly needed to read the girls thoughts to anticipate her next one. She had now opened her trust almost completely, and would be even easier to manipulate from this point on. Lucina smiled warmly as the girl began another round of laughter at something she’d just said. Inwardly she grinned devilishly at all the fun they were going to have together, and how she would make the girl submit completely without even knowing it. I knew playing the part of guidance counselor was going to be fun. Daniel was a real coward. This occurred to him after the third day in a row of not even being able to make eye contact with his new lab partner in Biology. It was a shame too, she had such beautiful eyes. They were such a bright shade of green it was almost unreal. With her fiery hair and freckles dotting her face, she was a real ginger beauty. He could stare at her all day. Unfortunately that was all he had done. Stare at her. At an angle. While trying to appear not to stare. And not saying a word. He knew that if she had noticed, she’d probably think he was creepy, or else mentally handicapped in some way. He thought he was pretty good when it came to ogling without being noticed. He’d been doing it with the girls he’d had crushes on since grade school. Actually talking to them had hardly ever occurred to him, and when it had it terrified him. He knew he’d eventually be forced to talk to Eva. She was his lab partner, after all. But he’d probably only talk about whatever school assignment they were working on, never about his boring personal life and certainly never to ask her out or anything. He wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to ask a girl out. Mr. Blanchard was lecturing about bones or something up front. Daniel tuned him out. He never paid attention during lectures, and found copying notes from the book and his friends was more helpful anyway. He hated high school so much. Part of him wished he could go back to the simpler times, when he was younger. School had been a glorified daycare back then. Any actual learning on his part had been accidental. Eva looked just as bored. She usually did. Yet there was something in her eyes that also hinted she was very focused on something. It just wasn’t whatever Mr. Blanchard was going on about. She had something on her mind, and was deep in thought with it. Still, whatever it was, she also looked like she was ready to fall asleep. It was an odd look. Distracted focus. He wondered what she could be thinking about. Evangeline had been slightly amused that her subtle mental projection to Mr. Blanchard that he pair her with the most socially awkward student in the class had actually worked. It had been three days now and the boy had barely greeted her. But oh how his thoughts wandered. He seemed to find the appearance she’d chosen for this school especially pleasing, which made her happy, as she’d spend entirely too long on it for how simple it was. Her energy had been so depleted that doing anything anymore was bothersome. Even that subtle mental projection to her teacher had taken a lot out of her. It was good that soon she’d have a near endless source of energy to draw from again. This boy was going to be hard to work with, but so worth the trouble. He’d need a push to get started, though. She was going to have to hold his hand a bit for the first of it, so she figured she may as well get started as soon as she could. Eva looked up suddenly at Daniel, meeting his eyes directly. He quickly darted his gaze away, trying to appear to be looking all around. Shit, be cool. He thought frantically. She looked at you. You were just staring into empty space, not at her. “Daniel are you even paying attention to the lecture?” she whispered. “I know we’re supposed to be taking notes for the paper we have to write together next week, but I’ve been kind of lost since this class started. Do you have any idea what’s going on?” This was the perfect chance. An opportunity to ask her to spend time with him outside class studying, which could lead to more opportunities to spend time with her outside class. If only he could find his voice somewhere at the back of his suddenly tight throat. “I- uh,” he tried to whisper back. It came out as sort of a horse choking sound. This led to him accidently swallowing down the wrong pipe and an actual fit of coughing which didn’t subside for a good 30 seconds. He couldn’t tell if is  face was more colored from embarrassment or lack of oxygen. Eva began laughing at him, and he was sure that tipped it toward embarrassment. Mr. Blanchard had even stopped his lecture for a moment to notice the fit of coughing. “You okay there, Daniel? Need a glass of water or anything?” “No- cough- I’m- cough- I’m, uh- fine.” “I think he’ll survive,” Eva laughed as the rest of the room half-heartedly joined in. It was at least worth hearing the angelic sound of her voice. He was probably over-romanticizing everything about her, which was probably why he’d never be able to talk to her like a human being, but it was easy for his young mind to ignore that thought. “Alright, where was I, then. Right, the difference between metacarpals and metatarsals…” Daniel put the lecture to the background of his thoughts again. He needed to actually whisper a response to Eva’s question now that his coughing had finally slowed. “I, uh- I think- I mean- you know- we could- uh- probably sometime- you know- talk abou - maybe- get together to talk about- you know- bones ‘n stuff- you know and to- you know catch up with- uh- write that paper together- sometime maybe?” It was truly a garbled mess of ideas, whispered slowly as he stumbled over nearly every word. To call it a sentence would be very generous, and he’d have been shocked if she understood it as an invitation. Yet in a mockery of his garbled words she replied, “You know- yeah- I maybe- you know- uh- would like to- uh- when should we- you know- do that?” All the while she had this shit-eating grin on her face, like teasing him was the most enjoyable thing in the world. Stunned, he finally managed a smile back at her. “Yeah. Like 3:30? After today- at school- you know?” She nodded, with that same grin still on her face. It wasn’t exactly a date, but it was a start. Evangeline agreed. It was a start. Christine couldn't believe how easy a transition it had been, to go from hating Ms. Shalrath so completely to eagerly anticipating their weekly meetings. It was a bright spot on her Monday afternoon to spend time with a woman she could hardly believe had actually become a friend. She knew somewhere deep down that she had lost, in that she was actually being positively influenced by going to the counseling sessions she’d been so opposed to. She found herself not caring. Ms. S was just too cool. There wasn’t a better word for it. She was the most relaxed and down-to-earth adult Christine had ever met. She entered the building of the school’s main office and found her way to Ms. Shalrath’s door. This was to be their 3rd session together. They’d spent the last one watching movies and joking around the entire time. She wondered if at any point Ms. S would actually try to get serious with her about counseling. It didn’t seem likely, but it was a fear in the back of her mind. What if it’s all an act to get on my good side, then she’ll jump on me with talk of responsibility and my future. She’ll just turn into my mom. That would have been the worst. Luckily she couldn’t really see it happening. She calmed her nervousness and opened the door. Ms. S was leaning in her chair with her legs up on the desk, arms behind her head. She was watching something on the TV in the upper corner of the room. She very quickly changed posture and grabbed wildy for the remote on her desk, looking flustered. “Oh it’s you,” she sighed, relieved. Then she paused, as if actually realizing what Christine arriving meant. “Damn, lost track of time, again. I was supposed to finish my report for Principal Mossman several hours ago.” “Teachers get homework, too?” Christine asked as Ms. Shalrath started sifting through her mess of a tabletop. “I’m not a teacher. But yes, and so do I.” Her desk was a shifting, never-ending pile of papers in varying colors. She rifled through a stack, seeming to find what she was looking for, only to scowl and throw it on the floor to keep searching. “It’s in here somewhere.” “So should I come back?” Christine enjoyed the meetings as much as was possible, but she’d be lying if she said she wouldn’t enjoy an afternoon with her friends at the mall even more. “No, no. You can just sit in with me as I work on it. These things are mandatory for the both of us until I can convince my boss, and more importantly your mother, that you’re a perfectly innocent little angel who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” That was the deal the courts had worked out anyway. Professional counseling sessions done through the school, a few community service hours, and a slap on the wrist fine for her parents to clear up. Admittedly Christine had been in some hot shit, and she should be grateful this was the worst of her punishment. “Alright, but don’t expect me to actually talk about my feelings or anything.” Christine set down her bag and plopped into a comfortable position on the large recliner in the corner. It wasn’t the tradition therapist’s couch, just a big comfy chair that you could lean back and easily fall asleep in. “You can help yourself to anything in that mini fridge over there,” Ms. S said distractedly while waving in the general direction of the fridge. Christine hadn’t noticed it before. “Is that new?” she asked, reluctantly getting up from her cushy spot. She couldn’t remember the little table the fridge was sitting on either. “Oh, yeah. It was a welcome gift from the rest of the faculty. A sort of ‘thank you’ for doing such a good job helping all their worst problem students.” Ms. S had been called in as part of the court order, but the school had been using her presence as an opportunity to “offer” counseling sessions to some of the more “troubled” students. It had quickly devolved into a punishment for acting out. “Honestly more of a ‘thanks for dealing with that shit so we don’t have to.’ Anyway I was gonna fill it with booze ‘till I remembered why most of you kids are in here with me. Don’t look in the back of the top shelf, by the way.”     Christine laughed as she cracked the door. First thing she did was check the area specified, which held only a mason jar of some white liquid. She was afraid to ask. The other shelves were mostly full of sodas and juices. It wasn’t a very big unit, so there wasn’t a whole lot of room for a large selection, still she took her time deciding. She then noticed a few oddly labeled drinks on the bottom shelf that she didn’t immediately recognize.     The label wasn’t fully in English, mostly some language she didn’t recognized, but a few words stood out revealing it to be some kind of chocolate drink. “Ooo, those are really good,” Ms. Shalrath said excitedly from her desk. “Have you ever seen those before? I got them from the Asian market. It’s like a chocolate milk made with this special, super-thick whole milk. It was so rich and thick I wouldn’t try to drink a whole one in one sitting. Go ahead and take one if you like.” Christine shrugged and walked back to her comfy chair with the drink.     The bottle had a sort of pop-off top, which she struggled with for a few seconds before she managed to pry off. It smelled ridiculously sweet, and tasted even more so. Ms. S hadn’t exaggerated how thick it was, either. It wasn’t quite a syrup, but it was stretching the boundaries of liquid pretty close. She could only take a few swigs before giving up.     “Good, right?” Ms S nodded enthusiastically, as if waiting to hear all the praise in the world for this unholy sugary concoction.     “I’m not sure. I think it might fall somewhere in the ballpark of ‘too much of a good thing.’” Ms. S just laughed, and went back to look over her papers. She’d pulled a laptop from somewhere and was now pecking away at the keys while looking over a few written documents.     Christine leaned back in her chair and suddenly felt incredibly drowsy. She set her drink on the very corver of Ms. Shalrath’s desk, which she could only just reach without having to stand. She then leaned back into the comfy folds of the cushions and let her breathing become more and more relaxed.     Christine was in a long, dark hallway. It seemed to stretch on in either direction without end. She recognized the linoleum tiles under her feet and fluorescent lights overhead. It was Barrow High, her school, but something didn’t feel right. Despite the lights overhead it was dark. And, unnervingly, she couldn’t quite remember how she’d gotten here or what she was looking for. She was looking for something? It was vital.     She began walking down the hall. It didn’t seem to matter which way she chose, everything looked the same. In fact, there were no distinguishing features whatsoever. No breaks or turns or even doorways that would have marked any actual hallway in her school. Just one long, endless tunnel. It unnerved her so, that she started walking a little faster. She knew she needed to hurry to find the thing she needed. It was becoming incredibly urgent.     She couldn’t tell how much progress she was making, or if she was making any. She just kept moving faster, and faster. She began to run. Nothing changed. She began to sprint, to no avail. Faster and faster, on and on. It was a place, she needed to get to desperately. She couldn’t hold it much longer.     Christine realized what the dire need was, and it became so obvious. The place she needed, the place she couldn’t find, was a bathroom. She needed to go so badly, and didn’t think she could hold it another minute.     Seconds passed like hours as she grew tired from running. She slowed to a jog, then nearly collapsed as she slowed yet again trying to catch her breath. All the while a familiar pressure on her bladder threatened to burst. It was agony she wished would just end.     She hadn’t even noticed falling to the floor. She struggled pitifully to pick herself up, but realized it was useless. There was no escape, she was trapped. The last thought she had before waking up was the contentedness of giving up, and just letting go. A warm sensation spread through her groin as a wet spot formed on her jeans.     Lucina smiled to herself as the girl awoke with a start. She had wiped away any trace of the “important paperwork” from her desk and replaced it with a few neat stacks of official looking documents. Paperwork was something she’d only need to do if she actually worked here.     “Oh are you finally awake?” Lucina asked casually from behind her desk. She considered herself a very good actress. The best, perhaps. She sort of had to be. “I didn’t notice you had fallen asleep until I realized how quiet it had gotten. I thought it was adorable.” The girl jumped slightly, suddenly looking very awake, as if realizing where she was.     “Oh- I, uh-” she looked down hurriedly, then sighed in relief and continued. “I guess I was just tired. Didn’t get enough sleep last night, probably. Too much Netflix before bed.” She tried to sound casual but she was still visibly shaken. Perhaps Lucina had gone too far at the end, but she needed a push to get things rolling a little faster. Christine had been a wonderful source of emotion, but she’d come to a point where it just didn’t feel like enough anymore. Lucina’s mother always criticized her for her greed and impatience, but it was just too much fun to resist in the end. Christine would break in the end, but she wouldn’t be forced into it, exactly. Lucina loved to coerce and manipulate, but never force. These things needed a delicate hand. But every once in awhile… A push. Christine hurried out the office faster than usual. The first thing she intended was to find the nearest bathroom. She really did have to go. But the end of that dream still lingered painfully in her mind. How could she have just let go like that? It had been so easy. She had needed to go so desperately, and she had actually felt happy to relieve herself right into her panties. If it hadn’t felt so real, if she hadn’t been so worried on waking that she’d actually peed herself, it wouldn’t have bothered her so much. The fact that her pants were still dry was a blessing, but the fact that she had worried they wouldn’t be would haunt her. She found the girl’s room and swiftly did her business and cleaned up. She did a quick check in the mirror, and found herself staring at her reflection intently, willing herself to be strong. An icky dream shouldn’t be giving her so much trouble. She put it from her mind as best she could, and tried not to look at her surroundings too much when she walked out into the hall. Daniel really didn’t believe what was happening. He’d joked about situations like this, dreamed about them, but it was something for fantasy and shitty 4chan green texts only. It wasn’t real life. This girl he’d had a secret crush on, out of nowhere, starts wanting to spend time with him? It didn’t make sense, and the girl didn’t seem to make sense either. She was exactly everything he was hoping for. It was like wish fulfilment brought to life. Earlier that year he had been contemplating suicide, now his life seemed to only be able to get better. But was he just getting ahead of himself? Was he misreading a situation? Was he going to fuck it up somehow, like everything else positive that had ever happened to him? He didn’t care, he just kept thinking over and over about how things had gone in their study session. As class had ended that day of their first awkward conversation, she’d scooted closer to him and began laying out particulars of when and where they would meet and she wanted to go over. She was, he felt, uncomfortably close. He liked girls, obviously, but he’d always tried to have a healthy respect for their personal space. He didn’t want to look like a creep trying to get to close or anything, and certainly wouldn’t want to try to touch her anywhere inappropriate, even by accident. Unfortunately as he got older, this healthy respect formed into a sort of phobia. He was terrified of getting too close to a girl, on the off chance that she might be offended in some way. It had clearly become very unhealthy. Eva didn’t seem to care about personal space, though. Daniel decided they could meet in the library, which stayed open for a few hours after school. It was as good a place as he could come up with. A neutral, non-threatening location. She just smiled and agreed. Her smile was incredible. He averted his gaze several times so as not to appear to be staring. When they got to the library, Daniel spent the first 20 minutes or so digging into the material she’d wanted to go over. It quickly became clear that she already knew most of this stuff. Things came to a head when she actually started correcting him on things. “Didn’t you want to- I mean, you said you didn’t understand this stuff very well.” “Well clearly you don’t either, so maybe I just wanted to help you out a bit.” She grinned mischievously, which somehow made her even more beautiful. Daniel paused. “You’re making fun of me, aren’t you? This is all some big joke and you are your friends are gonna tease me about it.” He should have known this would go south. “Well of course I’m teasing you. Unless I completely missed the point of flirting, there’s supposed to be some teasing involved, I think.” Daniel was stunned yet again. Such directness, and- and she was flirting? With him? “Wait say that again?” “Wow you are slow, aren’t you,” she knocked him on the head a couple times with her knuckles. “Well since the cat’s out of the bag I guess I can tell you. I don’t need help at all in this class, which if you’d seen my grades would have been clear. We’re supposed to be lab partners though and you hadn’t said a single word to me since we were paired up and I was starting to worry you were stupid.” She let out an exaggerated sigh, “But you passed all my tests in that regard so I guess you just don’t like me.” She pouted playfully, clearly mocking him. Daniel’s face must have turned bright red at that comment, but he managed to blurt out, “Why wouldn’t I like you? You’re amazing!” In a flash her devilish grin had returned. “Oh, trust me I know. But I’m curious, what do you find so amazing about a girl you’ve barely talked to? What did you FaceStalk me and find we like all the same anime? Or is it just that you think I’m pretty? Either option is kind of pathetic if you ask me.” “Well, yeah-” Daniel stammered, “you- you’re pretty- and-” His face was so hot he thought it might have gone purple. “And what?” “And obviously you’re smarter than me! Or at least you think you are! What the hell is wrong with you anyway, one second saying you’re flirting with me then the next you’re giving me crap for liking you in the first place? Is this some sort of sadistic game to you? Pick on the loser who’s never had a girlfriend and finally gets paired with a pretty girl for some class and thinks he might have a shot? You’re the only one that’s laughing here!” He was surprised at his own directness, but his temper seemed to have gotten the better of him. “Well you’d probably be laughing, too,” Eva said, suddenly very serious, “if you could see your own face right now!” She burst out laughing again. Despite still being irritated, Daniel found himself chuckling, too. When her fits finally calmed down, Eva smiled and began again in a more serious, but still lighthearted tone. “Look, I get that you’ve never had a girlfriend, and that’s fine. But not talking to girls and just sneaking peeks at them while you think they’re not looking is not the way to go about getting one. You need to open up more like you did just now with me- maybe a little less angrily- and just try to act normal.” Daniel thought about that for a long moment. “I see what you’re trying to say, but that’s the problem. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know what normal is supposed to be. Telling me to ‘try and act normal’ is like telling a fish to just ‘try and breathe this air.’” Daniel sighed. “I sometimes joke with people online that I might have autism or some shit. It’s like a meme that being socially awkward is the same as being autistic, but sometimes I wonder. Why can’t I just be normal like everyone else?” Eva made an effort to hold his gaze for a moment, despite the fact that he kept trying to avert it. It resulting in her smirking while moving her head around trying to get it into his eyeline. It would have looked really silly to anybody watching. “Listen. What you’re feeling is normal. Not knowing who you are or what normal is is what being in high school is all about. When I say try to act normal, I mean just embrace that feeling of not knowing what you’re doing. Just realize that you’re not alone in not knowing what you’re doing and things will eventually start to make more sense.” Her words sounded like more meaningless platitudes he’d heard a thousand times before, but somehow they seemed to help. “Thanks,” he managed, and he finally stopped trying to avert his eyes. It left him staring directly into hers. “If this was a movie this is probably where we would kiss,” she said suddenly, leaning in slightly. Daniel, of course, flipped out wildly and nearly fell over backward flailing his arms about, raising another fit of laughter from Eva. Instead of getting angry, though, he managed to join in. “You really like messing with people, don’t you.” “You nailed it!” she continued laughing and joking with him, occasionally giving more advice about girls and dating until it was time to leave. Daniel had called his Mom and told her he’d be staying later at school, but didn’t tell her why. She’d be waiting outside to pick him up by now. Daniel had just gathered his things and was already standing to leave when she said, “Ok, but before you go I just want to say one more thing.” Daniel made a mock gulping sound with his throat, “Should I be worried?” “Oh no. Well, maybe. Probably.” They both chuckled, and Daniel feigned running away for a moment. “Just that, I think it’s okay if you like me, even if it’s just because I’m pretty. But the real reason I wanted to meet and talk with you like this was that if you’re going to fall in love with me, I wanted you to know who I really am first.” Daniel wasn’t sure what to make of that, but he didn’t have time to stick around and talk more. His mom was sending him text after text now telling him to get in the car. He simply walked away, telling her he’d see her in class the next day. Things had gone well with Evangeline’s new toy. He was going to be some trouble. She’d gained a lot of energy today from him, but was also spending nearly as fast trying to get him to open up more. Brute force was, in her opinion, the worst way to go about things, and the effects were never as lasting. A subtle touch was always better, and subtly was her specialty. Daniel was a project, but she loved projects. Back in her prime, before she’d lost everything, she had liked having multiple projects at once. Lucina would probably working on at least one by now, but that was Lucina’s business, it didn’t count. She worried that it might be too soon, but her success today had her thinking it might very well be time to get a second project going. Who to choose as a candidate, though? Edited February 28, 2018 by zimw00t (see edit history)
Notes: So, I'm pretty much writing this whole piece chronologically and by the seat of my pants, which means there are definitely going to be some retroactive edits to earlier sections as I go along. Don't worry about those though, they're mostly formatting changes. The edits to actual story elements are minor, but for reference, the first post covered about 2 "chapters" worth of content. So don't freak out when you see a heading for a chapter 3 after never seeing 1 and 2. It wouldn't let me go back and edit my first post again, so I'll probably just repost the whole story in a new subject when it's done. While I'm writing though, feedback is helpful. Like I said I'm mostly pulling this out my ass as I go, so if you have any suggestions as to where you'd like to see the story or the characters go I can try to incorporate it as best I can. Anyways, here you go. Adriana didn’t feel like getting out of bed. She didn’t feel like doing much of anything lately. Part of her worried at that. The rational part. The part that still cared. The rest of her wanted nothing more than to lie in her bed for the rest of the day, maybe forever. It was a Saturday, she could probably get away with it. She couldn’t quite pinpoint the moment she had spiraled into the depression, but spiral she had, and it was going to be difficult to escape. She’d never contemplated suicide. At one time it was because the only thing she feared more than her pitiful life was what might come after. Nothingness? She couldn’t quite imagine it. That was what terrified her. It was something that she didn’t- couldn't- understand. Now she just thought of death the same way she thought of everything else. It was a hassle she couldn’t be bothered with.     So she continued living despite not really wanting to. The saddest part was that it was all self-inflicted, and she knew it. She had no reason to be unhappy. She had a mother and father who loved her, a couple of friends who would likely support her through whatever she was going through, and life had generally been good to her. What was it that held her in bed? What force was keeping her from getting up and living a happy life?     The best she could manage was to roll over, facing her bedroom rather than the wall. She looked around at the simple furnishings and the few posters she had kept up from her middle school days. She tried to find something among her personal belongings that she cared about. On a small desk in the corner sat the old computer she’d inherited when her dad had gotten a new one. Perhaps she could get up and at least sit at the computer for a bit. Maybe if she did that, she could at least say she did something.     Shrugging off a layer of blankets, Adriana swung her legs out over the side of the bed. It was colder in her room than she’d expected, and she was glad to be wearing socks. She wrapped a blanket around her back before grudgingly putting her weight forward, attempting to stand. She settled for falling forward, then crawling up on to her desk chair. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should probably eat something. Food was such a chore sometimes.     She waited impatiently for the old system to boot up. Even after getting to the home screen it always took a while before it would start actually doing things. She opened her browser and clicked through a few of her bookmarks, trying to find some picture or video or anything that could make her feel something. Any emotion at all.     After an hour of trying, she found she couldn’t even find the energy to produce tears. She wanted to feel sad. Wasn’t depression just supposed to make you sad? But she couldn’t even manage that. Only numbness. Emptiness. Like her emotions were being sucked right from her soul.     She finally flicked the power switch on the back of the old computer tower, too lazy to even wait for it to shut down properly, and jumped back into bed. She didn’t get up again.     Seraph felt alive! She’d been accumulating power so quickly that it had become easy to drain someone she had no connection with. It was almost a shame. She used to so enjoy the little games others like herself would play. She used to love creating deep bonds with someone and milking them for all their sweet, sweet emotions. But she’d grown so far beyond that, now.     The girl who sat alone in bed was just a test. She wanted to see how far she could go, how many more people she could manage at once. There was a whole world waiting out there, and she was going to have it all eventually. That was her project, and it was time to get to work.     Christine wasn’t looking forward to another Saturday at home with her mom. Ever since the incident that had gotten her sent to counseling in the first place, her mom had been more of a nag than ever. She was always going on about responsibility and her future. Part of the reason she liked spending time in Ms Salrath’s office was how little she reminded Christine of her mom. But blood was thicker than water, whatever that meant.     She was hoping to find something to do with her friends that she could get out of the house for, but she was basically on house arrest. All she needed was the ankle bracelet. Her dad was the only one with a job, so her mom spent all her days at the house. It meant that she could also make sure Christine spent all her days at the house. If she was even slightly late coming home from school or counseling sessions, she got an earful. It had taken an actual phone call to Ms S to clear up that business the other day. Sometimes she was surprised her mom had let her keep the car.     Thinking about that brought up the dream she had, again. She pushed it away. It wasn’t time for thinking about silly dreams, it was time for thinking of ways she could avoid her mom. She needed a new friend. Someone not in the group she’d gotten in so much trouble with, someone safe. More importantly, someone her mom would approve of her going to visit on the weekend. Finding someone like that didn’t seem very likely. Christine had gotten a sort of reputation at school, and no decent- at least in her mother’s eyes- person would be caught dead spending time with her. A number of her old friends had even turned their backs on her, blaming her for all the trouble and for now being forced into counseling. Nobody else had commented on what they thought of Ms Salrath. Because of some doctor-patient confidentiality agreement, Ms S couldn’t say exactly who else was having sessions with her, but Christine knew at least a couple of her old friends would have met with her by now. She wondered why they would resent her for getting them sent into counseling if they knew how cool Ms S really was. Christine was wondering all this as she sat pathetically on the couch in front of the TV. She’d spaced out long enough that the guide was asking her if she was still watching “The Office.” She flipped it off and sank back into the cushions of the couch. Her mom was in the kitchen nearby, humming to herself while stirring some taco meat in a big saucepan. Her dad was home, too, though he spent his weekends in his study, working even when he wasn’t at work. He was some sort of accountant, she thought. He’d explained it to her several times exactly what he did, but she didn’t really care enough to remember. Her family was a cliché, and she wanted none of it. She wanted to be different than her parents, different than most people. She just wanted to have fun and stay young, not grow old by getting a boring job or raising a family. If only she could make that new friend. Daniel thought about texting Eva. She’d given him her number, but so far he’d only used it the one time so he could meet her in the library. He wasn’t sure what he should say. Something lame like asking how she was doing? He’d never even had any female friends, let alone a girlfriend. Was she his girlfriend? What did that mean? He knew he was probably getting way too far ahead of himself, he didn’t need to text her or anything. He’d just see her at school on Monday. It wasn’t a big deal, really. He could be patient. He could be patient. He could be… Evangeline was pleased to see her phone vibrate along with the “new message” tone. It was, of course, from her new toy. It said simply: Hey Eva, how’s it going? She shook her head at the predictability of humans. Christine was only vaguely aware that she was dreaming again. She remembered going to bed, lying down in her sheets and all the things running through her mind as she drifted off, but she couldn’t quite remember how she’d gotten from there to this point. The only thing she knew for sure was that she wasn’t awake, and that she needed to go. Go where, she wasn’t sure. It was just words in her head, really. Words that said she needed to go. She felt like she should know what they meant, but it seemed to slip just out of reach of her consciousness. Wasn’t there another dream, something similar to this. She was in her school, in a classroom. The teacher seemed to be there, lecturing, and she thought she saw other students in her peripheral vision. She didn’t seem to be able to move. This should have worried her more than it did, she realized. She felt unnaturally calm about all of this. Perhaps it was that she knew it was just a dream. The “go” that she needed to eventually became clearer as she started to feel a familiar pressure near her lower belly. She remembered drinking a lot of water before bed, even though that didn’t seem like something she’d actually done. It was around this time that her mind started to recall the earlier dream. The one that took place in a school hallway. With this realization she suddenly knew there was a very simple and easy solution to the building pressure. She needed to pee herself. It was the simplest answer, and seemed like the only logical choice. She couldn’t move, she needed to go, so why not just go right there in her panties. Somewhere in the back of her mind was a voice screaming “no.” She ignored it. She started with a small push, and that was all the effort it took to release the floodgates. Warms seemed to spread all down her legs and even her lower torso. The wet warmth surrounded her, and it just felt so pleasant. What woke her up wasn’t the sensation itself, but the fear that it might not be as pleasant when the dream was over. She still remembered her last dream, and how she’d reacted to it. That was enough to scare her awake into a cold, damp bed. At first she hoped it was a cold sweat from the intensity of the nightmare. The smell quickly revealed the truth was far worse. Christine, as a senior in high school, had just wet the bed for the very first time. 3 - Plaything Daniel got up feeling tired Monday morning. He’d spent the last few nights texting back and forth with Eva until several hours past when he should have gone to bed. It was the sort of thing normal kids did in high school, wasn’t it? She continued to tease him constantly, but at the same time it was clear she was just trying to bring him out of his shell. She kept saying she just wanted him to be able to understand girls better, so he’d have an easier time talking to them. He hoped that didn’t mean she was uninterested and just setting him up for a friend or something. What he’d learned so far was that girls were crazy. At least that was his impression from the way Eva had been acting. It seemed like nothing they did made any sense until they explained it, and then you’d feel stupid for not understanding. The trouble was getting them to explain themselves at all. It seemed the stereotype was true that when a woman was mad, she would refuse to tell you why because she felt you should already know. He was glad he hadn’t done anything to make Eva mad, yet. He hoped. He went through his morning routine, which now included showering every day. At the very least, the warm water was enough to help wake him up. He barely had time for a piece of toast on his way out the door, where he caught the bus just before it was leaving. Barrow High wasn’t far from his home, but the many stops on the way gave him time to think about what he would say to Eva today. He’d wanted to wait to say it in person, because he didn’t want her to laugh at him for doing it over text. He wanted to ask if she would be his girlfriend. It seemed stupid, like he was probably moving too fast, but it was like there was something nudging him in that direction. This was the first real connection he’d ever had with a girl, and something about asking just felt right. That didn’t mean it didn’t terrify him. The very idea was daunting. Actually doing it might leave him back at stammering uncontrollably. As he got closer to the school he just tried to not think about it anymore. Maybe if he didn’t think about it and just did it things would go better. However it went, he couldn’t wait for 3rd period when he could actually see her again. Lucina couldn’t wait to see her little friend after school. The effects of the dream and that drink would have already taken their toll since Thursday. She’d probably come to the counseling session scared and feeling desperate. Lucina couldn’t wait to drink deeply all those powerful emotions. Christine took a deep breath before getting out of her car. She knew it was silly, but she was embarrassed to be seen by any of her old friends after- she tried not to think about it. Sunday morning had been a scramble of washing bed sheets and hiding evidence. She kept her head down walking through the halls, which probably wasn’t necessary if she was trying to avoid her those people she once called friends. Most of them ignored or avoided her anyway. Bitter feelings of loneliness couldn’t quite creep up over the intense embarrassment she still felt over something only she knew about. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to see Ms Salrath. All the excitement she’d felt about seeing her again last time had evaporated. The ironic thing was that she probably needed counseling now, more than ever. Andriana wasn’t sure how she’d gotten to school that morning. Oh, she could remember all the agonizing details of it, she just wasn’t sure what had possessed her to go along with it. Her parents were worried, which anyone would have been if their child had spent over 30 hours sleeping in the last 48. Her mother had come in several times asking if she was sick. She’d finally forced Adriana to eat something, after which she promptly fell asleep again. She wasn’t sick, exactly. She just had no energy or desire to do much of anything. Her mom hadn’t wanted to push too hard, but had managed to drag her along far enough that she’d wound up at school. A very small part of her was glad to at least be out of the house. It was almost like being her old self again, before whatever had happened to put her into this state. In fact, she felt that tiny part growing with each step she took down the hallway. Adriana had a locker, though most students at Barrow didn’t seem to care. She only kept her heaviest textbook, for her first period English class, in it at any given time. She was on autopilot through the halls toward it. It took her several tries to dial the correct combination. It seemed like the most pathetic thing, until she noticed a girl nearby struggling just as much to get her locker open. It was a girl named Kristen or Christine or something. If Adriana lived in a fictional high school she’d call her one of the “popular” kids. She wondered if the network executives that wrote those fictional high schools had been to one in the last 30 or 40 years. The point was that Christine was a pretty blonde who hung out with a bunch of other pretty blonde’s with a bunch of guys all trying way too hard to impress them. Seeing Christine as flustered as she was would have brought the old Adriana some mild sense of gratification, as she tended to hate her and everything she stood for. But in her current state, she marked it only as new information. It was just another plot point on her journey through the day. Yet that tiny spark of liveliness she’d felt earlier was experiencing something she hadn’t expected. Empathy. It wasn’t much, but it was the first real emotion she’d felt in a while, so she decided to roll with it. With her heavy textbook secured, she closed her locker and decided to go over and try to start a conversation with a girl who’s only words to her in the past had been passing derision. Edited March 5, 2018 by zimw00t (see edit history)
Notes: Alright, here’s another chunk of story that could loosely be defined as a chapter if that’s what you’re into. No actual Omo content, but I promise there’ll be plenty more later on. Character building mostly, might be as boring for you to read as it was for me to write, but it’s an important step for things to come. Enjoy, I guess.     Christine hoped to not visibly show how distraught she was, but after the fifth failed attempt to put in the correct combination she slumped her head miserably against her locker and just sat there for a moment. She needed to relax, to think about something else for a while. She’d already spent most of her Sunday stressing over it, but she’d woken up to dry sheets this morning with no nightmares.     “Rough day?” came a quiet voice from nearby. Christine started, realizing she’d still been resting her head against her locker. She looked over and saw a girl leaning against a locker a few over from her. Her hair was a tangled mess, like it hadn’t been washed in a few days, and she had a generally disheveled look about her.     Christine honestly didn’t know how to respond. She thought she’d seen this girl before, but couldn’t really remember, and didn’t really feel like talking. That and the fact that her face looked like someone who’d just found out their puppy had died was enough to make Christine just want to ignore her. Still, she didn’t want to seem rude. It looked like the girl had actually gone out of her way to try and talk to her. Had Christine been someone else, she might have thought it was a sweet gesture.     “Nah,” Christine finally responded, managing to put on a smile. “Just struggling to open this- damn- locker.” She punctuated each word with a not so gentle slap against the thing. She kept her smile on, though only sarcastically.     The girl didn’t smile back. She responded in a quiet, rushed tone. “Yeah me too it took me a bunch of tries to open mine cause I was  kind of having a bad day and I saw you struggling with yours too and so I thought I’d come over and ask that but if you’re okay I guess I’ll just go then bye.” She had a mousey voice and spoke with almost no pauses, which made it difficult to follow what she was saying. She didn’t make eye contact at all while speaking, and turned to go as soon as the word “bye” was out of her mouth.     In a surreal moment, Christine actually reached out and put a hand on the girl’s shoulder to stop her. It was clear this girl wasn’t the best at talking to people, but for some reason she had decided to walk up to a near stranger and ask how she was feeling. Christine thought she had a good sense for when there was something deeper going on underneath odd behavior like that.     “Hold on,” she started. The girl looked very reluctant to stay, so Christine removed her hand and tried to get the girl to at least look toward her, if not directly. Christine sighed. “You’ve got a heck of a way to meet new friends, just walking up to people and trying to dump all your problems on them?” There was no response, but she continued anyway. “So what’s got you down today?”     For a painfully long time the girl just sat there, saying nothing. Finally she responded the same tone as before, “I dunno stuff I guess.” After giving up that little bit she slumped down like talking time was over and she shouldn’t have to participate anymore.     “Real specific,” was about to be Christine’s response. Then she thought better of it and settled on, “Thank you.”     This was definitely not the response either of them had expected, and it showed plainly on the other girl’s face. She was so surprised that she actually responded. “What for?”     It was Christine’s turn to be shy about answering. She decided to set the president and be honest. She was good at reading situations faster than most people expected from her. “Well, it must have taken courage for you to try to cheer up a stranger like that. Probably something you don’t normally do, so I’m genuinely thanking you for the effort.” Her cheeks were burning from having to explain herself.     The girl didn’t respond again, she didn’t seem to know what to say.     Christine seized to opportunity to continue in her more natural, less genuine tone. “But of course, I’m actually doing fine,” she scoffed mockingly,. “So that leaves you. What’s really got you so down today?” As she spoke she began again twisting the knob clockwise a bunch of times so she could try again. It wasn’t actually a hard task and she should have been able to do it while only half paying attention, like she was now. Now on autopilot, the door to her locker was open before she even realized she’d finished turning it to all the correct numbers.     The girl had a look in her eye like she was searching for the right words. “Well like I said we were both struggling with our lockers at the same time but now we’ve both gotten them open and I guess it was more just a funny coincidence than anything and there’s nothing really bothering either of us probably and-”     “Okay you’re really going to have to stop talking like that,” Christine cut in. “Really, sloooowing doooown when you talk, and maybe talking a little louder. We’ve got to work on your people skills.”     The girl looked taken aback, then something strange happened. Her lips twinged and actually started to form into a small smile. “Riiiight,” she drew out.     Christine laughed, “What was your name again? I know I’ve had a class with you before.”     “I’mhmldriana,” she sort of half mumble quietly.     “Alright ahemIdriana, I’m Christine, it’s nice to meet you.” She held out her hand formally, but couldn’t help bursting into laughter after a moment. “What did you say? Driana?”     “Adriana,” she said louder and more clearly.     “Nope, you had your chance, it’s Driana now. Sounds way classier, like Rihanna but with a D. Maybe we can shorten it to just Ana? Nah I’m digging this Drianna thing. We’re gonna be totally rebranding your whole thing.”     “My thing?”     “Yeah, this whole- sad, shy girl thing. Who wants to talk with someone like that?”     “Well I’m not normally- I’ve just been feeling less like myself- lately you know.” She seemed to be struggling to put the appropriate emphasis on certain words, and she paused at awkward times.     “Mmmh, I dunno I’ve heard you read in class before and you always pretty much sounded this bad. Don’t worry though. You were clearly reaching out to me for help and you didn’t even know it. We can-” A bell rang above cutting her off. Class would be starting very soon. “We can talk more at lunch today, where do you normally go?” Barrow technically had two lunch rooms if you counted the gym. For kids who didn’t get lunch from the school it was the preferred hangout.     “I uh- well I usually go to the library and get on my laptop during lunch.”     “Pssh, that’s lame. You should come to the cafeteria today. I’ll even save you place to sit if you’re good.” Christine had just seen an opportunity present itself, and she wasn’t about to let it pass. She had been looking for a new friend after all. So far this girl met all the qualifications.     “I mean- I guess I can.”     Christine began hurrying with her books and slammed her locker shut. “Great can’t wait, don’t be late!” she called as she turned and hurried off in the direction of her 1st period. What a fortunate turn. She could have fun playing with the shy girl all the while actually using her as a way to escape her mother, hopefully by next weekend. “Later Driana!” she nearly shouted as she turned out of sight.     Adriana had slowly began to feel many emotions again that had seemed to have evaporated entirely from her life over the last few days. It had been so sudden, starting Friday afternoon and continuing all weekend, but she was finally starting to feel a little like her normal self again. She was still extremely tired, and felt generally weak, but she was actually able to crack a smile as Christine ran out of sight.     Then she remembered she had her own class to get to, and she was probably going to be late. This brought her back down into a more depressed state again, but it was different. There were some of the emotions back that were missing before. Anger, frustration, actual sadness. They weren’t full, which was the best way she could describe it, but they were there.     Lucina was extremely troubled. That girl had been sucked bone dry, and she was quite certain her mother couldn’t have known a girl that age very well. That left only one person who could have robbed her so thoroughly of all emotion. A very dangerous player, and someone Lucina had no intention of crossing paths with again. Not after what it had cost her last time.     She hoped the whole thing would just blow over, still she had done what she could for the girl. Her powers were strong enough she was able to sense and manipulate anyone within a mile or so of the school, and it hadn’t taken long to notice someone almost entirely devoid of emotion walk into that region. She’d siphoned off a bit of what she’d been gathering for herself and gave it back to the girl as she’d interacted with Christine. It wasn’t much, but it was probably enough that she’d be back to normal by the end of the day.     Lucina hoped that would be the end of it.     Evangeline was pleased to feel Daniel’s intent had shifted toward attempting to start a relationship with her. It was happening a bit faster than she’d planned, though, and she thought she might have to slow him down a bit. At the very least she knew a proper date was in order before they could get too serious.     He had just walked into the room, she realized. She was already seated at their table, ostensibly sifting through class notes on her desk. Really she’d been probing the school with her mind. It seemed someone else was doing the same, she had a good feeling about who. She really wished Lucina hadn’t chosen to bother her by playing at the same school.     She’d been monitoring Daniel in particular, who was just sitting down beside her, but there was another anomaly. She decided to ignore it, because the implications of a girl who’s been so thoroughly sucked dry of emotion were not something she wanted to think about at the moment. For now, all she wanted to spend more time with her current favorite toy.     Daniel wasn’t sure how to greet Eva. He hadn’t seen her in person since Friday, and he was sure he’d sound awkward again if he tried to talk. His hopes to even bring up what he’d wanted to talk about were crushed under a weight of nervousness and paranoia. He knew he was probably just trying to go too fast, and it’d be better to just wait and see what happened.     He didn’t get much chance to talk with her beyond a simple greeting, which had sounded awkward, before class began and Mr. Blanchard started his lecture for the day. It was a mostly uneventful class period, but his nerves were jittery all the way through.     When the bell rang, Eva made as is she was going to leave without talking to him, so he blurted out, “What are you doing after school today?”     She paused only slightly before responding, “Oh, wow. Is this the part where you actually ask me out? I was wondering when you’d get your shit together enough to try that.” She giggled girlishly, which only sounded sarcastic coming from her. “I may have some time available after school, why ever do you ask?” she spoke with mock innocence.     Her manner helped remind him that this was the same girl he’d been talking to via text for that few days. He’d practiced this. He should be able to speak to her normally, with confidence. “Okay yeah, I uh- was gonna ask you out.” He thought he managed to make it sound like that was something he did all the time and was comfortable with. “So then- what time- uh- what should we-” Then he remembered he couldn’t drive, had no money, and no ideas what people were supposed to do on dates.     “Don’t hurt yourself thinking about it too hard.” Lucky for him, with a girl like Eva he probably wouldn’t be making too many of the decisions on his own. She laughed and said, “Tell you what. How’d you like to come over to my place at around 6. I can give you the address and you could find a ride or something. Maybe if you live close enough you can just walk. We’ll figure out something to do from there.” The grin on her face frightened Daniel a little about what that something might be.     “Yeah,” he agreed. She gave him the information, and she didn’t live too far away. It’d take about 15 minutes for him to walk there, which he prefered to the idea of his mom driving him to his first date.     His first date!     It still seemed too incredible to believe.     Christine had been sitting alone every lunch since that night of partying that ruined her life. She pretended no to mind, much. She hadn’t exactly been friends with any of those kids for their winning personalities; most of them were horrible people. If she had to admit it, she had simply enjoyed the social standing and feeling of belonging.     Now here Christine sat, alone, waiting anxiously for some other social reject who’d tried to cheer her up to appear and somehow make her life more normal again. If all went according to her plans, she’d invite “Driana” over so her mom could see how- safe- she was. She doubted she’d have any trouble there.     It shouldn’t take long after that, convince her mom everything is going well, she’s spending more time with better friends, and eventually her mom would come around and let her go out late or overnight again, even on the weekend. The times of feeling like she was under house arrest were soon to be over. It was actually something to celebrate, wasn’t it?     The girl was nowhere to be seen. Christine had a feeling she wouldn’t show up. It wasn’t like she’d really committed to anything, but Christine had things all planned out in her head, She hated when things didn’t go her way, or at least the way she expected.     “Why are you sitting here alone?” came a sudden question from behind her. Christine immediately recognized the voice from earlier.     “Adri, there you are. I was wondering if you’d show up.” Christine put on her best face and tried to sound genuinely happy to see this girl. Part of her was, but really she was just glad her plans weren’t going to be ruined. The girl was a means to an end.     “Adri?” was all she gave as a reply. She was holding a tray of food and standing far enough away from the table to look uncomfortable with the thought of sitting there.     “Well I was just thinking that ‘Driana’ sounded too weird, and of course the whole thing is just too long to remember.” She motioned toward the girl, “Come on, sit down.”     Adri did as she was asked, but deliberately sat a few feet away on the bench. Christine knew it wasn’t going to be easy to get this girl to fully warm to her. She sat quietly eating her lunch for a few minutes, not looking over.     Suddenly she spoke up, “You never said- I mean- Where are all your other friends sitting.” She looked very uncomfortable to be asking, like she was afraid to know the answer.     “Oh, that.” Christine wasn’t sure how to respond. She could be honest and say that most of them had ostracized her for something that wasn’t really her fault. Sure, she was the one who got stuck with most of the blame, but they’d all been in it together. “Well, let’s just say we had a bit of a falling out. I decided they weren’t worth my time.” Lying was always the better option. “What about you? When you go to the library, is there anyone you hang out with?”     “N- No I guess not.” At least one of them was honest. There was an awkward silence after that for a bit.     “So what are some things you like to do for fun?” Christine finally asked.     “Well I- I spend a lot of time on my computer.”     “Oh yeah? Netflix, or what?” Christine needed to find something they could do together at her house so her mom could meet Adri.     “Yeah, and some games and reddit and stuff.”     “Okay. Do you have any hobbies besides that?”     “I like to draw. People, mostly”     “Oh cool. Yeah I suck at drawing anything more complicated than a stick figure. Maybe you could show me some of your art some time.” It was almost too much of a stretch for pretense, so she added, “Actually I think it might be fun for us to just hang out and get to know each other better some time.”     Adri was silent for a time. She then looked directly at Christine and said, “I think I know what’s going on here.” To Christine’s surprise, she actually sounded a little annoyed, possibly even angry. “You’re being way too nice to me, and acting like you want to be my friend. You’re making fun of me somehow.” Christine was taken aback by the bluntness of the accusation. Had she really sounded that ingenuine?     “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Christine responded, sounding a little angry herself. Then she sighed and continued in a gentler tone. “Look, you’re right. Before today, I’ve hardly talked to you, and now I’m acting all buddy-buddy. The truth is- all my old friends sort of hate me now, and it’s pretty much my fault.” Even though it really wasn’t. “So yeah, maybe I’m just trying to fill that gap artificially by forcing a new friendship on you. Which is pretty much your fault for being the only person to actively try to talk to me this morning.”     Adri blushed, and remained quiet for a long time. Finally she spoke up again. “So what kind of stuff would you want to do if I came over?”     Lucina prepared another batch of the special chocolate drink she’d given to Christine before. She thought about offering the straight up milk without all the chocolate and other stuff she added, but worried Christine wouldn’t be far enough along for that yet. For now the chocolate drink would do.     Christine took a swig of the overly-sweet chocolate milk, and found herself enjoying the sweetness far more than she had the last time. “These are really good, where did you say you got them again?”     Ms S was busy again with some papers on her desk. She didn’t have nearly as many as she’d had the last time, but it was enough that Christine worried they might not actually get to talk about anything. She was still torn about whether she even wanted to bring up Sunday morning, but also perfectly happy to put off making the decision a little longer.     Ms S looked up. “Oh, I’m pretty sure they were in the ethnic food aisle at the grocery store near my house,” she answered distractedly. “They were on sale, so I bought a bunch of them. I actually don’t like them all that much. Too sweet.”     “Well the first one I drank was a little much, but it seemed like that one probably had waaay more sugar in it. Are these the sames one’s as that?” The bottle looked the same, but with the language being one she didn’t even recognize she figured she’d ask.     “I think so. Maybe you just got a particularly sweet one, or maybe it’s made your sweet tooth a little hungrier for that tasty, tasty chocolate.”     “Probably,” Christine agreed, to whichever of those options sounded more right. She was feeling far too tired to think clearly. It might have been the drink. So many calories consumed all at once made her sleepy. She didn't want to think about how many this drink actually had.     Christine was tempted to fold into the cushions of her chair and just doze off again, but after the last time and the dream she'd had, she thought better of it. “So what do you do when your not guidance counseloring?” Christine asked, talking to stay awake.     “Well I've got a teenage daughter, so I'm pretty much always counseloring.” Christine remembered vaguely Ms S mentioning a daughter before, but she hadn't talked a lot about her home life.     “What's her name?” Christine asked, curious. “Your daughter I mean. Is she my age? Would I know her?”     Ms Salrath looked slightly abashed. “Actually, I don't think I'm supposed to talk about her. Some part of my agreement with the school, I think. Plus she'd probably be embarrassed if I revealed her name.”     “So she does go to this school then!” Christine had trouble holding her excitement now. Ms S was cool, so her daughter might be fun, too. If she could find out who she was, she might be able to ditch that Adri girl. No need to pretend to like someone she didn't if she could find an actual friend.     “Oh, now I'm in trouble. Just forget I said anything.” Ms S looked worried, but Christine was already forming ideas about how she might find this mysterious daughter.
Notes: I was hoping to get a lot more down than I have in this entry, and most of it will probably be reworked/rewritten later on. You see I haven't really been going back and reading any previous chapters before writing a new one, and it's caused a lot of continuity errors. I'm honestly surprised how consistent it was considering I write mostly while half asleep and without consulting anything I'd written previously before hand, but I'm having to make some revisions, some major some minor, to earlier bits to keep it in line with the tone of the rest. Also I have an ending in mind now, and I may end up writing that next... but I'll keep giving excerpts chronologically, and when the whooole thing is done I'll release all as one thing probably in an entirely new thread for clarity. Enjoy, I guess Phase 4 - Playdate     Daniel tried not to think about thinking too much about overthinking. It wasn’t working. He was a tightly wound ball, fit to explode from dozens of emotions he just couldn’t contain anymore. He was honestly still trying to wrap his head around the idea that a girl like Eva existed in the first place. She seemed too perfect, and her interest in him unfounded. If he could make sense of that, maybe he could begin to puzzle out what he was supposed to do on a first date.     Trouble was, he didn’t have any time left to puzzle anything out. He was already walking up to the front steps of her house. He hadn’t fretted about what to wear too much, thankfully. He figured he take the clichéd advice of being himself, by showing up in the same clothes he’d worn to school that day. A part of him was worrying, now, that that had been a dumb move.     He decided, when he reached the door, not to put off the moment any more than he needed to. Without hesitation he pressed the buzzer and said his last prayer that this would go smoothly. He should have known by now things never went as he expected around Eva.     The woman who answered the door surprised Daniel. His own mother was in her 50’s by the time he’d started high school, so he’d come to acquaint parenthood with middle-agedness. He couldn’t believe that the gorgeous woman in front of him now was a parent, but he could see where Eva got her looks.     “Hello! You must be Daniel, Eva’s still in her room. She probably didn’t want me to answer the door for her. Which meant of course that I had to.” She was grinning savagely. “It’s the sort of thing parents get to do in return for dealing with pain-in-the-ass, hormonal teenagers.” She didn’t sound mean or spiteful, more taunting than anything.     “I- uh- don’t really know how to respond to that,” Daniel answered honestly.     “That’s how most kids react to meeting me, I’m still trying to figure out why.”     “That’s enough Mother,” Eva’s voice called from up the stairwell near the door. She’d put an unusual emphasis on the word Mother. “Probably don’t want to scare him away like the rest.” Eva didn’t sound as irritated as she probably should have been, as though she’d been expecting this sort of behavior from her mom.     “Ohhh, but if I can convince you he’s gone I’ll get to add his skeleton to the pile in the basement,” she cackled like she’d just made a hilarious joke. It was only mildly disturbing to Daniel.     “Ignore her,” Eva told Daniel as she hopped down the stairs to greet him. “I cleaned those up weeks ago.”     “Haha- yeah,” was all Daniel managed to say as he was ushered inside.     Eva’s home was immaculate, and looked much larger on the inside than the humble impression he’d gotten from the exterior. Nothing was lavishly decorated, there was just an overall sense of cleanliness about it. He immediately began to take his shoes off for fear of dirtying the carpet.     “Oh you can leave those on if you want, I don’t really care,” Eva’s mom told him when she noticed. “I’m Lucy by the way. Resident cool mom totally down to Netflix and chill with my fellow young people.”     “Mom how many times do I have to explain ‘Netflix and chill’ means sex. You’re going to scar Daniel for life.” No kidding. Although, a part of him briefly held an image of what Eva’s mom would look like naked, and an even smaller part probably would have gotten off to it. His sense of propriety was still in-tact enough to not get a boner thinking about it.     “You have a lovely home,” he managed to cut in before his mind went to far down that track. Lucy’s boobs were enormous, though. Stop.     “Oh, he’s so polite. Did you hear that Eva, our house is lovely. He’s winning all kinds of points in my book.”     “Yea, he great,” she said quickly. “I think we’ll just head up to my room if that’s alright.”     “Have fun, remember to use protection.” Before either of them could respond to that, Lucy had disappeared around a corner and down the hall. Daniel knew his face was burning, but Eva wasn’t blushing at all. That only made it worse for him.     “Shall we?” She gestured up the stairs, and began to lead the way up to the only door at the top. “There’s not really a full second story on this house, so I sort of sleep in the attic.” She opened the door to reveal a room that really was an attic. In contrast to the cleanliness below, exposed wooden supports and a thick layer of dust were all that decorated Eva’s room. There was an area in the center that looked more lived-in, with some furniture and a TV stand.     “This is- something,” Daniel thought aloud.     “Yeah probably not what you were expecting, right? My mom is the clean freak, here. I honestly prefer it like this.” Across from the TV stand was a couch that looked like it had lived through a few wars. Eva plopped down into a relaxed position, and gestured for him to join her. “Come sit.”     He wasn’t sure how close he should sit to her on the couch. It wasn’t very big, and she had her leg up on part of it already. He settled into the opposite side, awkwardly pushing her leg out of the way.     “Wow, am I that scary?” She laughed. “Don’t worry I didn’t mean come cuddle with me, we’re not there yet,” she said when he looked confused.     “So what are we gonna do, exactly?” he asked slightly uncomfortable after a few moments of her staring at him.     “I want you to do me. Hard and fast and all night long.” She bust up laughing when his eyes widened in terror. “You really are too easy. Relax, I figured we could just watch some TV, talk, get to know eachother better.” She produced a remote from somewhere and started clicking through streaming services on the home screen. “Honestly that’s all dating comes down to. People go to dinner and shit like that as an excuse to talk with each other more. And once you’ve talked long enough your relationship status will level up and you can move on to fucking like animals on the daily.”     This time Daniel gave a sarcastic laugh, and threw the pillow he’d been sitting on at her. He should have been used to her teasing by now. “Okay,” he said, “and how come we aren’t just watching TV down in the living room or something?”     “I just brought you up here so nobody could hear you scream.” She chuckled lightly. Daniel thought she might be wearing herself out by now, too. “For real, though, my mom doesn’t like having a TV in the living room. Are you afraid of not having a chaperone?”     “N- no I just-” Daniel didn’t finish. He knew it was just arguing with himself at this point. “What did you wanna watch?”     Christine knew it wouldn’t be hard to find the information she wanted. The school had student records online that were available to pretty much anyone. She just had to search the database for the name Shalrath. It produced exactly one result. A girl named Eva. Jackpot.     Lucina hummed sullenly to herself, irritated. Her “daughter” was upstairs soaking in the mountains of emotion that teenage boy was putting out and she’d been forbidden to partake of any of it. Her own project, Christine, was ripening well, but she envied Evangeline’s superior methods.     Taking advantage of a horny teenage boy! she thought. Why didn’t I think of that? She’d assumed all teenagers, boys and girls, would have about the same level of intense emotion brought on by hormonal changes. She’d underestimated her mother again. It was a strange sort of role reversal to be playing the mother, and Evangeline had never been as good at acting her part. She had always liked to pretend to be a little girl. That’s where most of their bizarre fetishes had started to develop. It wasn’t often, though, that Lucina got to play the mom. She was doing her best to shield what was going on upstairs from her mental view, for privacy and so as not to be tempted to steal all that tasty emotion. She hoped it was going well, despite the still prevalent stabs of jealousy she was fighting down.     Seraph was only mildly intrigued by what the other two had been up to since her last run-in with them. She kept tabs on them more just because she could than anything. There wasn’t a whole lot she couldn’t do anymore. Things she used to struggle with came easy now. The world bent itself to her every desire, and she had much bigger plans than concerned the other two anymore.     Still, she enjoyed toying with their newfound weakness almost as much as she enjoyed exploiting human frailties. There wasn’t a thing either of them could do to stop her.     Evangeline enjoyed herself making small talk with Daniel. She loved pretending to be a normal human girl almost as much as she loved feeding on the delicious energy his emotions produced. She was almost back to half-strength just from feeding on Daniel. The stronger a connection you were able to make with a person, the easier the energy flowed.     She found herself actually coming to like him as a person. At first she saw him only as a means to an end, and no different than any other human. Now she saw a gentle, honest person doing his best to impress the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. She found his unrealistic mental image of her flattering. In fact most of his thoughts about her were flattering. Some would have shamed the worst of harlots, but that could be forgiven on his hormones. No sexual fantasy he could think up had a change of shocking her, though. She was sure she’d imagined worse. She’d been around a lot longer.     She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do with him, yet. In the end she knew she couldn’t stay with him long. Her and Lucina had had to be on the move constantly after what had happened. This was the first time they settled anywhere for longer than a couple weeks in a while. Still, it was nice to fantasize what it might be like to stay here, pretend to be Daniel’s girlfriend all through high school, graduate together, get married, start a family, retire to Arizona and die having lived a normal and happy life. Then she remembered how boring that would be.     Suddenly she was struck by something. It wasn’t physical, but an immense, dark- presence. It filled the room, and even Daniel seemed to notice the shift.     “What’s wrong,” he asked worried. He must have noticed the look on her face.     “It’s nothing,” she lied. She put a smile back on and tried to continue their conversation while working through what madness was going on in her head. It was her. Seraph. She was near.     HAVING FUN WITH YOUR NEW PET? The voice nearly shattered Evangeline’s calm again. It penetrated into her deepest thought, and made it very hard to continue to outwardly pretend everything was normal. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN, THIS WORLD IS ABOUT TO BE RESHAPED IN MY IMAGE.     Eva had stopped talking again. She looked- if Daniel had to put a word to it he’d say terrified. That didn’t make sense, though. There wasn’t anything they were talking about that should cause her to make that look. It was like she’d just thought of something and it was the most awful thing in the world.    “You sure you’re okay?” he asked again. “Looks like something’s bothering you.”     “It’s fine.” He could tell she was lying. “Well okay, no. It’s not.”     Daniel understood. He’d hoped he could live up to expectations but it was clear he was in way over his head. “Okay, I get it. This date is going horribly isn’t it.”     Eva paused and let out a laugh. “You really are so self-deprecating it’s sad.” She looked serious again a second later. “No, it’s just that I’ve remembered something that I need to talk to my mom about. An old family friend is coming to visit and I’m really not looking forward to it.”     “An old friend?” Daniel asked. “Like who?”     “Just someone I’d rather not see again.” Suddenly she put a smile back on. “Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.” She actually patted him on the head. When had they gotten so close together on the couch? They almost were cuddling at this point. “Oh my, that time can’t be right. We’ve been talking here for almost 5 hours.”     She was right, and Daniel started to panic. He’d needed to be home an hour ago. This wasn’t going to be easy to explain to his parents. “Shit, I- I need to go.”     “Don’t worry about it,” she said amused as he pushed himself up off the couch quickly. She stood and moved very close to him. He realized how much shorter she was than him, her head barely coming up to his chest. “You gonna give me a goodnight kiss?” He had a feeling she wasn’t teasing him this time.     He didn’t know what to do, he was still panicked about needed to get home quickly, but this was kind of a big moment. His first real kiss. Should he just go for it? Did he wait for her to kiss him? His instincts to get home drove him to move quickly. He leaned forward and planted his lips against hers for just the briefest moment before pulling them away again.     Something strange happened the instant his lips touched hers. A spark. Some actual, physical energy was exchanged between them, and in his gut something told him that in that exchange something was taken. Some sort of seal was made between them that he knew couldn’t be broken now, and he felt as though he could sense her being somehow.     It lasted only the briefest moment, and he was overtaken again by the urgency of sprinting home to not be scolded. “Uh- that was- uh- nice- thank you,” he stammered as he moved toward the door.     “Wow, are you actually thanking me for the kiss? You probably are autistic or something.” He didn’t wait around to be led out of the house, it was pretty much a straight shot down the stairs and out the door. “Okay, just kiss me and run away then, don’t say anything else, bye!” He barely heard the last part as he rushed away.     The further he moved away the more prominent her presence felt in his mind. He couldn’t feel her physically anymore, but he was sure he could look back and point to exactly where she was standing. He still felt it the entire way home, and even as he fell asleep that night.     No, Lucina, I’m sure it was her. Who else could it be? Evangeline was speaking to her daughter telepathically, though she hadn’t moved from her room. She was still shaking from what had happened earlier. She said she was coming.     Well that could mean anything, she’s probably just taunting us. Lucina never did like to admit when there was real danger. She’d become such a good actor she sometimes convinced herself that her performance was real and that nothing could go wrong. Let’s not be hasty, I think we’re both making excellent strides here. Did you feel the Link you made with young Daniel?     Of course she had felt it. It had shocked her nearly as much as Seraph’s announcement had. A Link that strong was unusual, even if she’d been trying to make it. It seemed to have happened purely on accident. That’s no reason to stay. If need be I could just bring him with us wherever we go next.     You know that’s not going to work.     Don’t try to mother me. Nobody else is around to continue the charade for. Lucina severed the telepathic connection and refused to respond after that. Petulant child. She’d probably sulk now for the rest of the night.     Eva couldn't decide on a plan of action after several more minutes. It was pointless making hasty decisions in the moment. She needed to rest, and would come up with something in the morning. The Link was distracting her, telling her exactly where Daniel had run off to. Having the clear mental image of him at all times now was going to be interesting. She tried to get some sleep.     Christine didn’t want to fall asleep, but it had taken her eventually. She was in a car. She wasn’t sure where it was going or how long it would take to get there, but it didn’t take long for nature to start calling. The telltale signs that she would soon need to pee should have worried her. She found herself shrugging it off. If she needed to go she would go.     The pressure continued to build, but she found herself relaxing more and more as it did. Why worry about needing to go? She probably wouldn’t make it anyway. If the last two dreams were any indication, she’d probably just piss herself with no control. What was the point of even trying to hold it, then?     It was building fast now, she knew she’d have to release very soon. She was so relaxed, though. It felt so good to just relax and let nature take its course. Normally when she needed to go, it would build and build and then release all at once in one long stream. In her current state, however, it began as a mere trickle. A few droplets at a time, the pee began to leak out. Why force it out? Why hurry? She wasn’t going anywhere. It would all come out eventually.     She wasn’t sure when her bladder was finally emptied, or even if it ever was. She just continued to feel the relaxing motions of the car driving along, and the pleasantly warm sensation building in her crotch. Eventually she drifted off into a deep slumber.
Guess who’s not dead? My creative juices have been working in secret this whole time. I’m trying to craft something truly fantastic here. Here’s the next installment as a treat for anyone who’s been waiting patiently this whole time. I can tell you that the excitement is only going to build from here, we’re getting to the really really juicy parts. For anybody just tuning in or for people coming back trying to remember who all these characters are, if you notice continuity errors it’s because I’ve gone back and edited earlier parts of the story in my main file and those changes haven’t been reflected here. Bear with me, I think I’ll reupload the whole thing as one when it’s finished. I am working on it more consistently again but I make no promises as to my release schedule. Anyway, without further ramblings I give you... Phase 5 - Peeing Andrea wasn't really sure what to make of Christine. She fit nearly all the stereotypes of high school drama, except for maybe getting pregnant and dropping out. Give it time, she thought. Then she felt bad for it. Christine actually seemed like she was trying really hard to be friendly to her. Every day since Monday they'd sat together at lunch and talked. It was Thursday, now, and she was starting to get used to the routine. Something had seemed kind of off about Christine the last few days though. She seemed constantly on edge about something, like she was about to bolt and run somewhere at a moments notice. It was starting to put Andrea on edge as well. She wasn’t sure what it was, but if Christine was on the brink of some sort of mental breakdown or panic attack it should probably concern her, too, being in such proximity to it. She had decided to go along with the whole idea of them becoming friends, after all. They had made plans for the next couple days to have Andrea come over and hang out and possibly even stay the night. It sounded like one of those sleepovers she never got invited to back in middle school. She would have thought Christine was too old for that sort of thing by now, but she insisted it would be fun. Daniel was only slightly concerned about his strange new psychic connection to his girlfriend. Girlfriend! He was still having trouble getting used to thinking of Eva that way. It was really too incredible to believe. It was almost enough to make him forget that somehow he could sense her presence no matter where she went. It felt kind of creepy. She hadn’t said anything to him about it yet, and he wasn’t about to confront her on it. He was just happy to be able to walk around the school holding hands and kissing her all the time and all the PDA’s he used to hate other couples for. They spent pretty much all their time together now, and he’d been back to her house a few times to spend a few hours cuddling and making out. It amazed him how quickly things had progressed from just a week before. He literally couldn’t get her out of his head. Evangeline was doing her best not to think about Ceraph’s warning. She was so focused on her relationship with Daniel, she’d almost completely forgotten her philosophy of subtlety. She’d pushed him a little further than she’d meant, perhaps a little too quickly. It wasn’t like she was trying to avoid the reality that Ceraph would probably ruin everything soon. She was certainly more in control of herself than that. The Link she had with Daniel gave her even more insight into the way he thought, and she was now able to sense him and feed off of his emotions from literally anywhere. And with how fully he had opened his trust to her, and how strong their connection was, she was stronger than she’d ever been. She figured it was probably about time she started doing something with her powers. She liked to make changed to a person’s reality slowly. It took less energy and it was easier to convince everyone the changes were natural. But she was feeling edgy, with her newfound power and the knowledge Ceraph would probably find a way to take it from her soon, she found herself not thinking about the consequences for once. Daniel, since she’d known him, had never really understood girls. Humans in general understood little about the opposite gender, and Daniel even less than average. She’d decided early on that she wanted to help him with that problem. She’d tried explaining to him several times how he could better understand women, but now she realized it would probably be easier to show not tell. What better way to learn than by experience? This was going to be fun. Christine had woken up to wet bed sheets two more times since Monday’s nightmare. There hadn’t even been any dreams to accompany it. She’d simply gone in her sleep with no control and without ever waking up. It was while she was washing her sheets for the third time that week that her mom had confronted her about it. She didn’t want to admit anything, but she knew she would have to eventually, and that if this was linked to some sort of medical condition it would be better to get it out of the way sooner than later. She still hadn’t said anything. She probably would have to the next time it happened. But she wanted to go to Ms S first. She may not like the woman very much, but it seemed like a better option than telling her mom. Plus she was supposed to be a trained counselor, she should know how to handle the psychological effects this was having, right? Ms Shalrath’s desk was completely free of papers this time around, and she looked to actually be ready and waiting for Christine’s visit. “Hey looks like you’re right on time,” she said, smiling warmly. “How’s your week been so far?” Christine slumped down in a chair and admitted, “Pretty awful, so far. You?” Ms S frowned. “Legally, I’m supposed to care about what’s going on in your life, but I’m just making sure. Was that an actual cry for help? A signal that you want to start taking these sessions seriously?” Christine shrugged, “Maybe. I mean I guess while I’m here I may as well get some stuff off my chest.” She felt an itch at her throat and realized how thirsty she was. “And can you get me some of that chocolate milk? I’m dying of thirst.” Ms S frowned deeper. “Oh, sorry. I think I drank the last one earlier. I found some non-chocolate ones from the same vendor, though.” Christine was only a little disappointed. Only a little, she told herself. “I guess I can try one of those.” When Ms S pulled it from her little fridge she was pleased to see it looked the same, with the same strange writing on the label. She took a swig and was surprised and ecstatic that it seemed to taste even better than the chocolate variant. It tasted sweeter, too. “This is amazing. What kind of milk was it again?” It was so rich and almost syrupy, she just hoped it was mostly the added sugar and not from some weird animal like a goat. “I honestly couldn’t tell you, I can barely read the label myself” Lucina lied. She knew exactly where the milk came from. She’d made it herself. She was glad to see Christine even more dependant on the stuff than ever. “So what did you want to talk about today? ‘Get off your chest,’ as you put it.” Christine gulped down the rest of the small bottle and wiped her mouth on her sleeve. “Well, that-” her face was suddenly a deep shade of red. She looked around nervously at the door and windows. “These sessions are private, right? Like you can’t tell anybody about anything that goes on in here. Not even my mom or the principal, right?” Lucina put on a frown, “Well not unless you’ve done something illegal. There’s a standard client/patient confidentiality agreement in place.” She wasn’t really sure if that was a thing. She’d have to look it up later. Christine took a deep breath, “Okay. Because this is really embarrassing for me to talk about but I didn’t really know who else to talk to about it. Here goes.” She paused again. “I’ve been having... accidents. In my sleep. At night. It’s been going on for about a week, and it seems like they’re only getting worse. I mean, I’m in highschool for fuck’s sake I shouldn’t be wetting the bed like a little girl.” She became more and more upset as she spoke. Tears began welling up in the corners of her eyes. “I just- I need to know what to do.” Lucina smiled, but quickly managed to hide it under a mask of concern. “Well does anyone in your family have an existing medical condition that could be the cause?” she asked. “Honestly, Christine, this may end up being something you should see a real medical professional about. I’m not that kind of doctor.” Technically she wasn’t any kind of doctor, but now wasn’t the time to bring that up.     Christine only look more flustered, and her sobs gradually grew more intense, until she was crying uncontrollably. Somewhere deep down Lucina knew she should be feeling some sort of pity for what the girl was going through, but causing mental anguish in her pets was half the fun. It made the gratification later so much more rewarding for them.     When Christine seemed to have calmed down a bit, Lucina managed a warm, genuine smile. “Look, I know you came to me looking for answers, but I really don’t think I have much for you. I mean, the counselling I provide isn’t some magic pill that makes all your problems go away. For the most part I just act as a confidant, someone to talk to about all your problems. Solutions to those aren’t really in my job description.”     Christine sniffed. “Well,” she blubbered, “at least I was able to tell someone. I thought I’d go insane having to deal with this shit on my own.”     Lucina smiled again. “That what I’m here for.”     Several hours later, Christine sat in her room thinking about what she should do. She thought about just not falling asleep that night. She could just never fall asleep ever again. No, that was crazy. But if it happened again there was little chance she could avoid having to tell her mom about it. What then?     The worst part was that she had actually managed to convince her Mom to let her have a friend over. It was hard to believe she’d gone that far, but she even agreed that if the girl didn’t seem too crazy she could stay the night. She didn’t want to use the word sleepover, but that’s pretty much what it was. And she’d have to deal with the fact that she might wake up having wet the bed.     It was almost too much to bear. She cried herself to sleep that night, but thankfully didn’t have any dreams she could recall.     Daniel couldn’t remember where he was or how he got there. Everything was dark, and the only thing he knew for sure was that Eva was somewhere nearby. A small feeling in the back of his mind somehow just knew instinctively that she was. That feeling had only been growing stronger since he’d first noticed it, it seemed at times he could almost hear her thoughts if he was close enough to her. That should have frightened him more than it did.     Instead Daniel was comforted by her presence. Knowing she was nearby made it easier to accept that he had no idea what was going on. Where had all the light gone? Why couldn’t he remember coming here? Then a familiar voice called to him, giving him something to hold on to.     “You know what your problem is Daniel?” Eva asked in her casual way. “Your biggest problem is that of perspective. I don’t think you’ve spent enough time outside of your own little worldview to understand anyone else’s, let alone someone as interesting and intelligent as me. “But you’re in luck, Daniel. You’re so lucky to have met me because I’m exactly the person who can grant you that kind of new perspective. I’m here to give you a whole new outlook on life. When we’re done you’ll see I was right all along, and, hopefully, you’ll finally be able to understand me a little better. Get ready Daniel.” Daniel opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. In fact, he was having trouble opening his mouth at all, and couldn’t quite remember which muscles controlled what. He found himself squirm his entire body trying to find some measure of control somewhere, but it was as if all his muscles were slowly wading through something thick. He could barely move an inch. Eva giggled. “Look at you squirming. I promise I’ll be done soon. I won’t do anything too drastic to you just yet. Minor changes at first, but I wanted to give your mind a glimpse of what’s to come.” Daniel heard Eva snap her fingers, and light filled his vision. They were at his school, in a crowded hallway. It seemed to be the start or perhaps the end of just another day. But something was decidedly off. Everything around Daniel seemed bigger. It was as if someone had shifted everything upward a bit. He looked around and, indeed, it seemed the school had grown quite a bit since he’d last seen it. That or he had shrunk. He looked at his hand and was surprised to find instead of mangled, unwashed fingernails, he had 10 perfectly manicured ones shiny faintly from a fresh coat of light blue polish. The oddities didn’t end there. He was even more shocked to see what he was wearing. A skirt, with a decidedly girly top covering what appeared to be a pair of underdeveloped breasts. Hair tumbled down around his shoulders and swayed as he moved. This was an interesting dream. He was glad to finally realize that it was a dream. A part of his brain had awakened to that fact when confronted with such strange imagery. He’d occasionally wondered what it would be like to be a girl, but this was something else. It felt so real. He reached up with his new, dainty hands to feel at the small lumps on his chest. He shivered at how sensitive they were to touch. The shock of that feeling nearly pulled him out of the dream entirely. “Now, Danielle… I know it seems like a lot to take in, but this is you now. You have to accept that. Get used to the idea, now. I’m going to let you get back to sleep now. I’ll see you in the morning. You probably won’t remember this. Love you!” With that she was gone, and so vanished the dream with her. Everything was blackness again, and soon Daniel was snoring. Daniel bolted upright at the sound of his morning alarm, only to fall back against his pillow wishing he could sleep just a bit longer. What was with that dream? It had felt so real. He thought about mentioning it to Eva, but he could only imagine how much fun she’d have with it. Best to leave it be. He couldn’t help feel slightly demasculinized, though. An hour or so later he was at school, walking toward that familiar presence which his mind told him was getting closer and closer. It was almost as though he could reach out and touch her, though he knew she was still too far away. Should he talk to her about that? It was starting to be quite concerning. He tried to not pay any attention to it all through his first class, but it was very distracting. Between class periods, Daniel felt the call of nature and headed for the nearest bathroom. It was stupid, but he found himself thinking about that dream again as he unbuckled his pants. How would it feel to go to the bathroom as a girl? What would it be like to have a… Embarrassingly, he found himself becoming aroused at the thought. But as the blood flowed and that tingly sensation in his groin grew, he noticed something odd. His dick was smaller. That was what it seemed like anyway. He always got embarrassed thinking about size and whether or not his would hold up. But it had been bigger than that at least. Despite his semi-hardened state, his penis looked like it belonged on a small child. Was all this thinking about being a girl affecting his testosterone levels or something? He quickly did up his pants and made a mental note to do a bunch of pushups or something when he got home. It’d probably go back to normal once he got his hormones all balanced out properly. Right? Daniel made it to Biology just as the bell was ringing. He said nothing as he sat down next to Eva, who smiled warmly at him. This close, he could almost sense what she was feeling as easily as his own emotions. She was happy to see him. The feeling was more than mutual. Being close to her was all he cared about now. “We need to talk at lunch today,” she suddenly whispered. He turned to see her staring at him intently. “I think you know what about.” A million things rushed through his mind. Was she also aware of this connection? Did she know about his strange dream? Why was she looking so seriously at him? What was going on? I’m sorry. I can explain everything. I should have explained days ago. Daniel grew cold as he realized those last thoughts were not his own. They were in his head, but he wasn’t the one thinking them. It was part of that odd bundle of sensation coming from the girl sitting so close to him. Eva was somehow speaking to him through that bond. Again, sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. She was still looking right at him. He stared back, questioningly. This isn’t the place. Lunch time, the library should do. Daniel nodded. As the day went on and approached the lunch hour, Daniel grew more and more anxious. What the hell had that been? Did his girlfriend have some kind of freaky mind powers or something? This was something straight out of an anime he’d seen. It wasn’t real life, was it? Maybe it was another bizarre dream. He felt Eva’s approach, and turned to see her walk into the library. He noted, also, that Christine Malaprop was sitting nearby talking quietly with a freshman girl he thought he recognized. That was an oddity, though from what he’d heard through the grapevine, Christine had fallen far from her status as queen bitch of the bitchy “popular” girls at school. Those types of people sickened him, normally, to the point where he avoided any form of contact. It was, however, fascinating to watch their interactions, in the way that it was fascinating to watch footage from the 9/11 attacks. He put his focus back on what was important, his apparently magical girlfriend. He tried to sound casual as she drew close. “So… you some kind of witch? Because I hear you’re supposed to burn those at the stake.” “Hilarious,” she rolled her eyes. “No, not a witch.” “Some kind of psychic then?” “Would you believe interdimensional being with reality altering abilities?” Damn. She was a lot better at sounding casual while talking about this. Although from their connection, they both knew that the other felt anything but casual. They were both nervous wrecks trying desperately to keep their collective cool. "I’d probably believe anything at this point,” Daniel said, finally dropping his pretense. “What the hell is going on, Eva?” “I-” I don’t know, he heard her finish in her head. It was strange to think the girl he’d come to see as so self confident had moments where she wasn’t sure of herself. He could feel all of that now. “You have to know something? Are you being serious about you not being from this dimension?” When she’d said that her mind told him she didn’t seem to be lying. “What does that even mean? Are you not even human?” “Well… my body is human.” ...enough, she added in her head. That was comforting. So, he tried to think the words clearly. Can you hear my thoughts, too? Yes, she thought back. And, boy are you more messed up than I thought. The thought carried a with it the humor that was clearly painted across her face. “What does this mean for us though?” Daniel asked seriously. What kind of relationship could they have if she wasn’t even human. “What do you mean. This shouldn’t have to change anything. I should have been honest with you, maybe, a little more. But this is just who I am. And I’m still the same person you liked before.” She held a hand up to Daniel’s face, looking deeply into his eyes. “I don’t need to read your mind to know how you feel about me, Daniel. I can see it in the way you look at me. In how you act when I’m around.” Daniel couldn’t keep his face from turning red. He did the only thing he could think of to hide his embarrassment and pulled her tightly against him for a kiss. It was more intense than anything they’d shared before. He could feel the passion coming from her, and she could feel his. It created a feedback loop of emotions that pulled them deeper and deeper into each other’s thoughts. It went on for some time before he finally pulled away, suddenly very conscious of the fact that they were still in public. He pulled away perhaps a little too suddenly, but could sense she would respect his lack of comfort at the display. She herself didn’t seem to care if everybody was watching. “Well that was a thing,” Daniel chuckled awkwardly. Andrea hated seeing couples making out in the hallways at school. It was even less common to see it going on in the library, where it was mostly social rejects who’d never been in a relationship even with another social reject. She really couldn’t wait for highschool to be over. Christine hadn’t said much today, but Andrea could tell there was something on her mind. She wasn’t sure if she should be the first to bring it up. She had a feeling what it was about, and was afraid Christine was going to cancel their plans for a sleepover. She couldn’t think of a better word for it than that. “Christine,” she began hesitantly, “you don’t seem that excited about tonight.” Christine looked lost in thought, and turns her focus again on Andrea. Her smile almost seemed genuine, but didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Nah, I’m excited. Maybe a little worried about my mom, still. Have I mentioned how crazy she is?” “A few times, yes.” It was clear Christine would try to avoid the subject and turn it back around to another rant about how lame her parents were, or start to gossip about the bitchy things her old group of friends were up to. She loved to keep tabs on them, it seemed, despite swearing vehemently that she no longer cared about any of them. Christine launched into another story about how Becky Sue or whoever was fucking John Whatshisname behind Amy’s back, but Amy knew about it and was planning to revenge sex Becky’s real crush or some asinine scheme that Andrea couldn’t really give two shits about. She had slowly begun to wonder why she ever cared about the “popular” kids in middle school. They were all beyond saving. “I really am looking forward to tonight,” Christine finally said. “I’ve been thinking a lot- probably too much- about the friends I thought I had, and-” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Well I should be honest, I’ve been feeling very lonely. I’m glad I have you to talk to, even if I just have to vent my frustration at those other girls.” Christine leaned over to give Andrea a friendly hug. Lunch was nearly over, now and they’d need to be getting to their last classes. Andrea still felt a little uncomfortable with the hugging, touchy-feely stuff, and wasn’t sure how she felt about this strange sincerity coming from Christine, but she found herself smiling. “Well, it is- you know- nice to- uh- have someone to talk to as well,” she finished awkwardly. She was at least getting better at talking coherently with Christine, if not by much. Christine smiled back. “Okay, so right after school we’ll swing by your house to grab whatever you need for the night and we’ll be all set. See you then.”     Christine didn’t really feel like going to her last class. She had very nearly canceled with Andrea, but didn’t have the heart to ruin the fun after building it up for the poor girl for so long. She felt bad that it had started out as her just wanting to use Andrea for her own ends. She had actually come to like the girl somewhat.     But what if I have an accident in the night? She’d been dry that morning, but she was living in constant fear of what her next night may bring. She avoided drinking any more water than she needed to, staying thirsty most of the day. She needed someone to confide in who she could tell about her problem. She couldn’t tell Andrea. She’d never be able to live it down if any other students found about she wet the bed. She hadn’t realized where she was going until she found herself in front of Ms Shalrath’s office.     She knocked timidly. After a moment the door swung open to reveal a sheepish looking Ms S. When she saw it was Christine her expression changed to exacerbation. “It’s just you? I thought the admin was here early for my reports.” She looked relieved yet irritated at the same time. “We just had a session yesterday didn’t we? Did you forget what day it was?” She paused, “Oh shit did I forget what day it was?”     This seemed like a side to Ms S Christine hadn’t seen before. Even when she was being aloof and pretending not to care about counseling, there was a sense of- professionalism- that she cared enough about her work to at least pretend to try. Now she looked as though she couldn’t be bothered to pretend.     “I know it’s not one of our days, but well- you see- what we talked about yesterday- I-” Christine found herself stammering, flustered at her inability to speak. Her mouth was so dry. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had anything to drink.     “Look, sweety, I’m sorry but you’re not my only patient. I have other people I need to see today and have quite a bit of paperwork that needs doing. I think I already gave you my advice. You should talk to your parents about your problem, and if it persists see a medical doctor. There’s not really anything I can do. If you’re that worried about it you can buy some sort of protection to keep your bed dry at night.” Christine blushed furiously and looked around hoping no one was nearby to overhear that suggestion. She doesn’t mean- Protection? What kind of solution would that be? She’d rather tell her mom about it. She felt like talking back, but sat there thinking for a moment. There was something else that had drawn her here. She couldn’t quite explain what. Her throat was tightening, she needed something. Something to quench her growing thirst. She needed- “Well, before I go I was at least wondering if you had any more of that special milk. I could really use something to drink.” “Oh, that? I think there’s a couple left.” She looked behind her as if considering letting Christine come in and grab it from the fridge. “I’ll grab you one, I don’t want you thinking you can come in and just loiter anytime you want.” “I totally understand,” Christine said, gratefully taking the bottle when Ms S handed to her.  I’m sorry to bother you. I- I’ll see you on Monday.” If I haven’t died of embarrassment by then. She tore off the lid and began guzzling the sweet, sweet nectar within. The creamy white fluid slid easily down her throat, satisfying her thirst momentarily. She found herself wishing she’d asked for more than one. Hopefully there would still be some left come Monday. Evangeline had placed herself into a very precarious situation. The charade she’d been putting on for Daniel was beginning to slip, and he was starting to see through the cracks to her true self. She’d let him know far more than she ever intended, and was worried how much more he’d find out before it was all said and done. Her feelings for Daniel were complicated now. She wasn’t completely lying when she said she cared about him, and that worried her. She was normally able to stay completely detached from her projects, even while stringing them along and making them believe she loved them. He was meant to only be a tool to increase her power. This was turning into such a mess. On top of that she had to worry about whether Ceraph would show up and spoil everything again. She probably would, and thinking about it only brought up painful memories. She pushed that all aside to try and focus on her situation with Daniel. Could she really continue with her plan? Was it even necessary now that he had such insight into her thoughts directly? She had to be very careful around him to only let him hear the thoughts she wanted him to. It was quite a mental exercise, and left her feel exhausted afterward. Yes, she would go through with her plans. She needed to. It was all that was keeping her mind occupied from Ceraph and what was to come. Lucina, Eva sent. Come upstairs, please. I need something to distract me. Oh, did you just think of yourself as Eva? You really are spending too much time with that boy. Hush, now, and come upstairs. Naked, preferably. Think of this as an apology for me being rude the other day. Not going to make me strip in front of you this time? No time for foreplay, I need some to distract me now. Daniel was having a hell of a day. He didn’t know what to make of the revelations from Eva about her being some sort of alien or superbeing from another dimension. He still wasn’t sure which one it was, exactly. All he knew was that his feelings for her were as strong as ever, but there was something off about her when they had spoken last.     He’d felt the normal bundle of emotions from her that he’d come to expect, but there was something else there. It was like there was another set of emotions hidden just under the surface. He hadn’t noticed it at first, but if he felt for it carefully he could almost read the thoughts hidden under her thoughts. There was something more cold and calculating there, not at all like her outward characteristics. And a great deal of what he could only call guilt, which seemed to be directed at him. It didn’t make any sense. Her secret was out, what more did she have to feel guilty about? What else could she possibly be hiding from him?     He was home now and it was nearly bedtime. He was about to turn in when something new came to him through their Link, a word she’d used to describe whatever it was they shared. A warm sensation that continued to grow until it was something hot. A burning passion, a lustful need. He almost didn’t want to believe what was happening. Eva had become incredibly horny, and now it was affecting him.     He tried to ignore for about half an hour but she seemed to be stoking the fire more and more somehow. He could almost feel the pleasure through the Link, she was probably masturbating. It wasn’t something he thought about girls doing- at least- not Eva. He couldn’t help himself, he caved into desire.     With no other lubricant handy he spit on his own hand and began to stroke himself slowly, but it wasn’t long before he’d ramped it up to a rapid pace. It was an incredible feeling to have the pleasure enhanced by what Eva was also feeling at the time. He couldn’t feel anything directly from her, just her mental reactions to it, but it was enough to really get him going.     If it was this good just touching himself, while they weren’t even in the same room, it made him shudder with excitement to think what it might be like if they ever- the thought of it pushed him over the edge. He exploded into one of the most forceful orgasms of his life. And it was at that exact moment that he was awakened to a horrifying sight.     His dick had become tiny.     It wasn’t his imagination or just some self-deprecating observation born of insecurity. His dick had definitely shrunken even smaller. It was like a baby’s. What the hell was going on?     Getting to sleep was not easy, but after running through a million things in his head he finally gave out to exhaustion. Things would have to sort themselves out by morning.     Andrea felt stupid for being nervous about spending the night at Christine’s. It was a dumb thing to get nervous about, right? She wasn’t even nervous, was she? Unless she was. She should probably be more nervous. Calm down!     She was starting to exhaust herself with these mental jumping jacks. Christine had picked her up and they were just heading over to her house. For some reason Christine looked just as nervous as Andrea. That was comforting, but odd. Had she never had anybody stay over before? It might be a new experience for both of them.     “So- I need to go the the drug store real quick to pick up some- ahem- supplies. Shark week coming up and I tend to bleed a lot, you know. You can stay in the car.” Andrea shifted uncomfortably. That was about all the information she could need or want relating to Christine’s period. It was a part about being a woman she kind of wanted to forget.     “K, take your time,” she was reasonably certain that her nervousness didn’t show in her voice. She wasn’t nervous. Her hands would definitely stop trembling soon. Being alone in the car while Christine went inside the store didn’t help. It only gave her more time to be alone with her thoughts. She hated being alone with those. They were never good.     At the very least she was glad to not have any more bouts of- whatever that had been the day she met Christine. She wasn’t sure if it was some form of depression, or if it would strike her again at some point. Her parents were understandably concerned, almost more so since her seemingly miraculous recovery from it. They all laughed about it now, chalking it up to teenage hormones or whatever, but underneath there was a question nobody was brave enough to voice: Will it happen again?     Her parents were more than glad to see her off to a friend’s house for the weekend. They were pleased at any interaction Andrea had with her peers. Even before the depression it was becoming clear she would have a hard time making friends in high school. The few she’d made up until that point had all but abandoned her, and she wasn’t very good at talking to people.     Christine finally came back to the car. For some reason she looked really embarrassed about what she was carrying, and threw the bags a little too quickly into the back seat. Andrea made a cursory glance at their contents and noted that Christine uses pads instead of tampons. There was also something else that seemed out of place. Bed sheets? That’s what it looked like anyway.     She only looked for a second, not wanting to seem like she was looking, before Christine got into the front seat herself. She apologized again for the stop before they were on their way.     The night played out pretty much as well as Christine could have hoped for. Turned out Andrea was exactly the kind of friend her mom approved of, and they really hit it off. Christine couldn’t remember the last time she had actually enjoyed laughter around the dinner table with her family. It seemed so out of place.     The night was finally winding down and she and Andrea were getting ready for bed. This was where the tricky part came. While she was in the store buying maxi pads she didn’t need, she’d checked out a section that had been labeled “incontinence.” It was a word she had had to learn earlier that day while searching the web for “protection” solutions.     She hated the very idea of it, and hated what most of the results yielded, but she respected Ms S enough to at least try to heed her advice. Well, respect was a strong word. She liked Ms S well enough, but respect sounded too much like responsibility, and she was still young enough that she wasn’t supposed to worry about that shit.     In the incontinence section she was faced with what she’d read about online directly, and it sent jolts of terror down her spine just to consider it. She decided to go with the least embarrassing option and get plastic sheet covers for her bed. Then at least she could try to hide it from her parents a little longer. She hoped.     What really had her worried was getting the plastic sheet cover on without letting Andrea notice. Her plan was to wait for Andea to use the bathroom to brush her teeth and whatever, and do it fast before she came back. She hoped for all that she’d never have to explain anything like this to Andrea. She’d probably have to kill herself.     Andrea tried to pretend she hadn’t noticed anything. It was mostly easy. When she had gone to the bathroom down the hall to finish getting ready for bed, she’d noticed Christine jump into movement behind her. There was a lot of rustling and- crinkling? She decided not to care. It was probably some dumb surprise or joke Christine was playing. She’d been acting real suspicious all night, like she was planning something.     When she got back she walked in on Christine with her mattress half off the bed with her desperately trying to put some sort of sheet over it. That was the source of the crinkling. Was that thing made of plastic? Wasn’t that the sort of thing you put on your bed if you had a tendency to- Andrea cut off her line of thinking there. Didn’t want to think about it, or push further into what would definitely be uncomfortable territory for the both of them.     “Oh, uh!” Christine fumbled and pulled the rest of the sheet over and quickly tried to get it all back sorted like how it was. “Just changing out my- uh, bedding. You know- make sure it’s all- uh, clean. Yeah. I just did laundry this morning and- uh, haven’t had a chance to change it yet.” Her face was beet red and she was stammering through her sentences almost as bad as Andrea herself had when they met.     To put is short, it was awkward. So she sat on the floor with her sleeping bag and pretended that nothing had happened. Well this sucks, she thought. Everything was going so well. My nervousness had finally gone away and I thought we were actually having a pretty good night. Now I get this possible revelation and I just have to ignore it out of politeness? This was why Andrea hated talking to people.     “So-” Christine finally said to break the silence, “got any ghost stories?” Andrea let out her breath, which she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding. It seemed they weren’t going to have to discuss it further, and things could just go back to like how they were. At least, if Christine was going to act that way it would be easier to follow her lead. Still, Andrea would now have to live with the knowledge in the back of her mind of the possibility that her new best friend might still wet the bed.     Daniel didn’t dream. He was too afraid to. It was Saturday, so he hadn’t set an alarm, but he still rose with the sun that morning. He couldn’t stand another minute in bed with his thoughts, and despite his dread, needed to confirm his fears. He got up, went into the bathroom and undid his pants. His shaft was gone. His balls had completely shriveled away to nothing. All that was left was a little bump that looked like it used to be the tip, with the tiny slit for pee to come out. He had to sit down for his morning pee. He nearly started crying as he did. His manhood had been completely taken from him. Before he could even come up with how something like this could happen, he felt the familiar presence in his head stir. Daniel? Came Eva’s voiced clearly in his mind. He hadn’t heard it so clear without her standing nearby before. Oh no, Daniel! You need to come to my house right away. I’m so sorry. I can explain everything. Daniel felt numb. Of course. This was exactly the sort of thing he should have expected. Eva was messing with him again. Why not? Maybe it was punishment for the mutual masturbation session the night before. He knew he should feel ashamed about that but the only emotion he was able to grab onto at the moment was- Anger. Eva… Eva!? She’d shrunk his dick with her magic mind powers, as what? Some or of funny prank? She didn’t seem to be amused by it. She’d actually sounded concerned in his head. But he’d latched onto to anger and spite and wasn’t ready to let go of it until he’d confronted her. Yeah, he’d go to her house for an explanation. He was going to demand an explanation whether she was willing to give it or not. And if he didn’t like it- oh boy. He wasn’t sure what he’d do, but he let himself stew anyway. He marched out the door toward the girl in his head. Andrea opened her eyes to find sunlight pouring into the bedroom. She glanced at her phone. It was almost noon. She’d really slept in late, despite having a hard time finding a comfortable position on the floor. She and Christine had stayed up ridiculously late. Christine seemed to be stirring awake as well. Andrea slowly stretched and leaned forward, sitting upright. She glanced over at her friend, and saw something. Her blanket was noticeably wet. The dark patch seemed to start somewhere around Christine’s legs, and it didn’t take Andrea long to connect the dots. She quickly put her head back down and pretended to be asleep again. Maybe if I let her wake up first, give her time to clean it up before I’m awake, maybe we won’t have to talk about it. Maybe she has some medical condition. I’m asleep, don’t look, don’t look. To Andrea’s utter shock, Christine began sobbing softly, groaning, “Noooooo. No no this can’t be real.” She knew Andrea was awake, it was hard to hide, so she sat up to see Christine in tears sitting in the middle of a ruined “waterproof” bed sheet. Faint urine smells wafted from the bed throughout the room. It was the clear the sheets had failed to really keep anything from getting wet. Andrea didn’t know what to say. She didn’t say anything for a very long time, while Christine’s tears grew more and more hysterical. She sobbed deeply with her face buried in her knees on her bed. Andrea, tentatively, stood and made a move toward her. She hesitated a moment, and finally decided to sit on the bed beside her friend. She tentatively moved a hand onto Christine’s back and began to try and comfort her.
Jason sat at his desk desperately trying to cram down his lunch and read over paperwork. His legs twisted and bounced under the desktop while he struggled to ignore his engorged bladder.      Today had been ridiculously busy for the second shift manager, with a crisis around every corner. Being the highest ranking individual on the clock today, he’d been pulled around the supercenter all day to correct each mishap. It seemed like every time he cleaned up some kind of disaster and was on his way to take a break, a different voice squawked over the headset requesting his assistance. He tried to delegate, but with the flu going around there weren’t too many spare people to share the extra work.     Finally he’d gotten a few minutes of peace and was determined to get something in his belly. He hadn’t eaten before work, making the last time he’d eaten being supper time yesterday. He had another need that wouldn’t be put off much longer as well. Of course the man had developed a bladder like a steel drum, accustomed to being ignored for hours. It had taken a little too much coffee to get him going that morning, and without having a minute to spare until now, he was ready to burst.     Finally, having shoved his sandwich down his throat, washed away with a bottle of juice, he decided the visit the restroom before he touched another scrap of work. His pants were digging uncomfortably into his bladder and he could feel the pent up liquid pressing insistently.     “Jason, Jason?” a timid voice chirped on the line and he groaned. He recognized the voice to be that of one of their young stockers.  Abby had been with the store about six months, and proving to be a valuable worker. She’d already trained in four different departments and easily got 40 hours a week between them all, despite only being considered ‘part-time’. She was clearly looking to go places, and the management team was willing to get her there, the only problem being that she was so damn shy. They couldn’t promote her until they see a little more backbone out of the timid youngster.  “What, what?” Jason answered lightly, mocking the store’s radio policy of repeating your target audience’s name to ‘ensure that they hear you’. “The temperature in the walk-in is going up. Even with the door closed.” The fragile-sounding voice explained. You could tell she really was not comfortable speaking over the headset. Having a conversation with her in person could be just as bad. “Which department are you in today?” he asked, jostling his leg aggressively. If she was in produce, it could wait. If she was in dairy, it was urgent. The other two she was trained for didn’t have a cooler, as they didn’t chill electronics or stationary. “Dairy.” she squeaked. Jason made sure his finger was off of the button before groaning loudly. He had to piss! Which would only take a few minutes, including the walk, but if he didn’t get there before the temperature got too high then the reading would show up in the records for tomorrow’s meeting. “I’ll be there in a sec. Keep the door closed.” he directed, deciding that the wrath he would face for letting the cooler warm up was worse than holding his bladder a few extra moments. He was an adult, after all. He assured himself that he could pee right after. “10-4” Abby signed off. He sighed again and pushed away from the desk. He thought about radioing Mark to tell him to take any questions while he was gone, as the signal in the storage areas was weak. He decided he wouldn't be back there too long. As he left the office he took a longing glance down the hall where the closest restrooms were, only to see that they were closed for cleaning. That settles it, there’s no time to walk to the other end of the building just to pee. The headed in the opposite direction to the dairy department. Once he’d reached the cooler door he checked the temperature, definitely too warm. Most likely the sensor was disconnected again. The door used to lead outside, but they did some remodeling and added a walk-in to split up the two departments that were sharing. Only problem is, the company that attached the new cooler did a shitty job. As an eco-friendly feature, the cooler only ran when the door was closed. It was some energy saving feature that their owner loved. The guys that installed it didn't line the sensors up properly and sometimes it didn't know when it was closed. Jason opened the door and immediately squeezed his legs together. The cold air made his brimming bladder pulse in protest. Ignoring it, he squeezed his way inside and shut the door. “Hi Jason.” He heard Abby squeak, and turned to see her peek out from behind a tall stack of milk crates. “Hi, Abby. You didn't have to stay in here, you know.” He corrected, hoping the girl wouldn't take it as chastisement. She was quick to beat herself up. He turned to the panel on the wall and went about resetting the sensors. “I know, but I was done on the sales floor and just had to straighten up back here. I won't be in the way.” She promised, but Jason wasn't paying much attention. His bladder throbbed insistently, and he tapped a foot impatiently. The reset didn't kick the cooler back on, so it didn’t work. That meant he had to re-orient the sensors manually, which was much more time consuming. Behind him, he could hear Abby organizing and moving things. She really was a hard worker, and very smart. Honestly, he’d feel comfortable teaching her how to correct this, she's responsible enough. He was just about to give up and run to the restroom, claiming he needed the manual as an excuse. He really didn't think he could hold it much longer with these conditions. He decided to try one more time though. A rush of cold air and the whirring of the motor made them both jump in surprise. “Nice job!” She praised, and he realized she was just standing there watching him work. A quick glance around proved that the area was spotless. “You too.” He noted, grabbing for the door handle. His heart skipped a beat when it stuck. He pushed harder and it still didn't budge. “Crap. What time is it?” Abby asked and Jason checked his watch. “10:15” he answered before tugging on the door again. “At 10 all of the unnecessary exit doors are locked. Mark likes to forget that this isn't an exit anymore.” She explained. Jason groaned, the locks were electric, controlled on the computer in the manager's office. Truth be told, a lot of them forgot Door C6 doesn't need to be locked anymore. “Shit. Has this happened before?” Jason asked, trying to disguise his desperate fidgeting as impatience. It was getting colder now that everything was running properly, and his back teeth were floating. “Yeah, once. There were two of us and I got locked in. Bradley had to radio Mark from the sales floor to tell him to unlock it. The radios don't work in here.” She explained. That was not good news. “Any ideas?” He asked, thinking desperately.  “Didn't you tell Mark you were coming back here?” She asked. “No.” He sighed, jiggling his leg frantically. This was so not good. He can't remember the last time he had to pee so badly. “Well, I hear you getting called all day. I'm sure they'll notice when you suddenly stop answering.” She assured, level-headedly. She perched cross legged on an empty pallet, giving him room to pace. His lower tummy ached from the over taxing he was putting it through. He wanted to think of a way out, but every thought he had was disrupted with ‘I need to pee!’ “If you're cold, my jacket is over there. I'm used to being in here for long stretches.” Abby offered sweetly, misinterpreting his jittery movement. He shook his head, reminding himself to be polite.  “I'm not too cold, thank you though.” He said, knowing that he was not doing a good job of hiding his desperate state but it was about to come out! He truly wasn't sure he could wait for Mark’s dumb ass to figure out he was missing. His brain started to wander to think of anything he could do to relieve himself without walking out of this cooler with wet pants. He looked at the no-sale bin. If goods were damaged or gone bad they were emptied and put into that bin until they could be counted and thrown away. It was a way of keeping track of what was going to waste. He looked longingly at the many containers, sure one of them could hold his bladders’ contents. He couldn't do that though, he could just see the sexual harassment report now. And Abby is young, young enough to be in school. He was pretty sure ‘school’ was college though. It had to be. Sure she was only here in the evenings, but she must be pulling way too many hours for a minor. A particularly forceful pang in his bladder had him crossing his legs and nearly doubling over. He tried to think of a way to cover it, but couldn't think straight. He wandered behind the stack of milk crates so he could hold himself. If Abby was a minor he didn’t need to have his hands anywhere near that area in front of her. “The cooler makes it a million times worse when you gotta go.” She said softly, and he felt his face go red. He was a grown man, and her boss. She should not be seeing him like this. “Is it bad?” She asked. “I haven't gone all day.” He admitted, face getting redder and he felt a small spurt dampen his boxers. He was not going to make it. “There's a milk jug in there. The jug is fine, the milk was out of date. I won't look. You look like you're in pain.” She permissed and he wanted to say that he could hold it. He wanted to  believe he could hold it as long as he needed to.  “Mark?… Mark, Mark?” he asked over the headset.  “It didn’t go through.” Abby confirmed. “Do you have your phone?” he asked, absolutely shaking from the chill and desperation. He felt another leak sitting at the tip of his cock ready to spill out. “No, I keep it in my car while I’m at work.” she answered. Damn this kid and her fucking immaculate work-ethic. Jason heard her move and prayed she wouldn’t round the crates. He’d probably die of embarrassment if she saw him like this. A loud noise over his head made him jump, losing the previously contained spurt. He looked up to see an empty jug sitting in one of the crates. He reached up and took it. He fumbled to get the cap off and stopped with his hand on his fly. “How old are you?” he asked, praying he wouldn’t lose his damn career over this. “21.” she said quietly, and that’s all he needed to hear. He tugged frantically at the zip of his pants. A spurt washed over his hand before he was able to stuff himself into the bottle.  He panted heavily while he relieved himself of far too much urine. He felt the jug get heavy and stood there trembling in absolute relief. He hesitated to move the jug, as his bladder kept cramping and releasing little dribbles. Finally he set it aside and tucked himself in. His abdomen ached horribly, and he knew he’d be up to pee every freaking hour tonight.  “You okay?” She asked, snapping him from his glazed over state. “I am so sorry about that, Abby. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable, I really could not wait.” He apologized, unable to move from his spot due to the jellied feeling of his legs. “I’m fine. I could tell you were about to explode. Can I ask why you waited so long?” She asked, and he wondered why she would possibly care, unless this was her way of trying to help negate some of the awkwardness. She was quite shy after all. “Um, well I was just busy. You know how it gets around here sometimes, hectic and unruly. I just kept getting pulled in all directions and never got the chance to go.” He answered, thinking in the back of his mind how that wasn’t exactly true. There were several opportunities he could have taken to pop into the bathroom quickly. He’d chosen not to. He massaged his aching tummy muscles reflectively. “Huh. I personally like the feeling. Waiting until the last minute. It’s kinda like a challenge you know?” She said casually, surprising the man. Suddenly a thought popped into his mind of meek little Abby squirming desperately and begging to pee. His southern region took note of the idea and he quickly banished it. He heard Abby moving around on the other side of the milk crate wall. “I guess I didn’t think about it like that. Now that you mention it I guess I had a few chances to go and didn’t take them.” He admitted. He heard the swish of vinyl and caught a glimpse of the blue coat disappearing from the pile of yogurt boxes. Only then did he realize how very cold it had gotten. “Um, Jason?” She squeaked, timid voice back in place. “What’s up?” He called. “My phone is in my coat pocket. I’m so sorry! I thought I didn’t have it!” She chirped nervously. “It’s okay, do you have Mark’s number?” He asked patiently, doing well to keep the sigh from his voice. “Yeah I’m calling him! … … … Mark! Hi, yeah. No- very funny. Listen, Jason and I are locked in the dairy cooler. No! Are you-“ Jason, who had emerged from his hiding place behind the crates held his hand out for the phone. Abby handed it over. She was blushing and Jason could only imagine what lude bullshit Mark was spewing on the other end. “Mark, you wanna put a sock in it and unlock us before we freeze to death?” Jason snapped. “Sure you don’t want a few more minutes, buddy boy?” Mark chortled obnoxiously.  “You sure that’s how you wanna-“ “Settle down. Lemme finish my smoke and I’ll let you out. I’ll be two minutes. Make the best of it.” The line went dead and Jason vowed to make the third shifter’s life hell tomorrow. He handed the phone back and Abby stuck it in her pocket looking at the floor. “You know he’s just joking right?” He checked and she smiled. “I know. Sorry, what were you saying before this? I cut you off.” She covered startling him by meeting his gaze. “Just saying that I’m used to putting it off. I guess at some my brain just decided that I don’t really have to go unless I’m about to explode.” He admitted, brain trying to chew over how he was getting the bottle of piss to the slop sink just outside the door without being seen. He would absolutely die. “Bet I could beat you. I might be tiny, but I can hold it for ages.” She boasted, and it almost sounded like a challenge. He peeked up to see an almost hungry look in her eyes. She smirked at him in a way that he wouldn’t have expected of her. He felt his downstairs brain stir again. Abby was a pretty girl, and if she was 21 then he wasn’t as much older as he thought at 27. Sure he was a manager, and this could be a huge problem if anyone knew… but who had to know? “Wanna bet on it?” He asked boldly, bringing a small smirk to her lips. “What are you thinking?” She asked, locking on his gaze. “Give me a few days to recover and we’ll have a little contest. Maybe go out for drinks then go to my place and watch a movie, see who cracks first.” He proposed, hoping desperately that he wasn’t misreading anything. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she looked at it. “Mark says we’re free. Text me when you’re ready to lose that contest.” She invited with a wink, before escaping lithely through the door. Jason was left shaking in the cooler, hoping a few more minutes in the cold would dispel his boner.
I will soon be posting a portal page to help increase awareness of my fiction, most specifically the omorashi. Until then, I've decided to upload the first chapter (about a quarter of the story) of a furry novella I recently published on Amazon--one that has both an omorashi and a non-omorashi version! Link to omorashi full version: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079Z5Z8S7 Link to non-omorashi full version: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079Z5KWHK Link to bookcover FurAffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/26504264/ Link to bookcover InkBunny: https://inkbunny.net/s/1551747 Chapter One: Awkward Beginnings I took a long, savoring sip of my coffee, and then reached forward for another cookie. It was always the same on Fridays―get home, grab snacks, and watch bad shows online. The intent: be as lazy and relaxed as possible until I have to get up to do something. I usually can't afford to sit there in the living room for all that long, but the for the time I do, it is always bliss. I glanced down at my body and imagined how I must have looked to anybody else. Both of my long, narrow legs extended out in a lying position, only one stretched out normally on the cushions, the other suspended, hanging lazily on the top of the couch, leaving my legs splayed wide open in a very 'unladylike display,' as mom had called it. I looked down at my backpack, which sat askew against the edge of the couch, on the floor. Homework can wait. I sighed and snuggled deeper into the soft cushion of the couch. Everything can wait.... This is paradise.... My ear twitched. I heard something coming from behind me, from behind the front door. I couldn't make out the words, but the voice was... familiar. It's... him. I thought. My heart skipped a beat and my body tightened. Then I heard another familiar voice coming from the same place. The sound of my brother's laugh rang out as his key slipped into the front door deadbolt. My blond fur bristled. I jolted into an upright position and immediately began arranging the contents of the coffee table to make it look more organized. It's HIM. The doorknob jiggled as my brother's hand curled around it and in that instant, I remembered something of the utmost importance: I'd undone the button of my jeans the moment I'd walked in. I looked down in horror at the unfastened button, at the loose, informal look of my jeans, at the casual, lazy, almost slothful illusion it cast over my appearance--and worse yet, at the small, inverted triangle of exposed panties. The nightsky panties.... Or that was what I'd named them. They were cotton, dark blue with a thick, gray waistband and a gray stretchy trim all around, and they were covered with the image of small, yellow, 5-pointed stars, like something you'd see out of a cartoon. A CARTOON, I thought, blushing at the mere thought he might see even a glimpse of them. As the door knob turned, I sucked in a deep breath and reached down at a speed so great that for a moment, my hand aged slower than the rest of my body. I flinched from the familiar sting that radiated out from my lower belly. Ugh, gotta pee. The front door flew open and my brother, Viktor, led the way inside. Not that I cared about him. The only person I cared about was the tall, beautiful, masculine, ultra-nice, ultra-tall, ultra-beautiful red-fox following close behind. I turned to greet them. “Hey, Vikkie. And h-hi, Alex.” I smiled and my voice wavered. “Hey, Ana.” Vik replied flatly. Alex smiled back at me. “Hey! Long time no see!” My smile widened. “Yeah!” “Anyway,” Vik continued. “You're exaggerating. Entertainers were basically a money sink.” Alexander looked at him crookedly. “Okay, why exactly would a single player game have a money sink in it?” “You're overthinking it.” Mark and Sandy followed behind them a few moments later. “Oh, my, God.” Sandy said, with her usual bitchiness. “Are you guys still talking about that old game?” “Hey Mark. And hello Sandy!” I called out. “Hey,” Mark said, closing the door behind him. Sandy ignored me like she always did.... “Blame Alex.” Vik went on. “He's the one who won't let the topic die.” “Yeah, because you're spreading slander.” Alex said. “I don't think calling a useless money sink a useless money sink is slander.” He said with shrug. “Anyway, let's go to the room.” Alexander shook his head. “Evading your judgment.” I swallowed. Okay, okay, here's my chance.... Just say something, Ana. All you have to do is ask. The worst they can say is no, right? “...Is your mom here?” Mark asked lowly. “Yeah,” Vik answered, looking toward the kitchen. “She's here.” He said something low that I couldn't hear from the couch, but I figured it was about smoking pot. “Um,” I broke in, a sudden silence taking over the room. “You guys mind if I come?” Mark and Vik exchanged a look with each other, while Sandy continued exchanging looks with her phone like always. The silence went on for several seconds. I kept my eyes on Vik. Why aren't you answering...? I'm not gonna be weird, just say yes. I'm your sister.... “Sure!” Alex called out, slicing through the silence with the sharpest, cutest grin I'd ever seen. “You can join us, Ana.” I looked over at him and beamed. “O-Okay!” As Vik and Mark talked about something with low voices, my toes curled in anticipation. I get to spend the day hanging out with Alexander.... Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I hopped off the couch and turned to face them uncertainly. I could tell they all had... mixed feelings on my joining them―but who cared about them? The only person I care about is Alex.... I saw him looking at me from the side and blushed. When I met his eyes and looked away, it seemed like he may have been blushing too.... I couldn't keep myself from not examining his perfect body. He was only a year older than I was, but he was so much bigger. He was probably a foot taller. He wasn't buff, but he sure was defined. He had tight skin over small, developed muscles, and a charming face and smile to boot. I wonder how he'd look in a suit. Or in swim trunks. Or... in nothing. I swallowed. Calm down, don't be weird.... “Whatev's.” Vik said, beginning to walk toward the downstairs hallway. As I followed them back to 'the room,' which was basically just our laundry room, my eyes locked on to Alex again. They traveled up the length of his long, defined legs, over the mounds of his tight quads, and his lean, runner's thighs.... His butt looked small in the shorts, but I knew by the many times I'd glared at him as he bent over that it was tight and fit like the rest of his body. I looked down at my own legs. I took a deep, silent breath. Dang, I'm really horny all of a sudden.... When we arrived at 'the room,' everybody went straight for their usual chair―except me, of course. I didn't have a usual chair. If I ever had the pleasure of joining them, I had to sit on the drier off to the side, which didn't make joining the conversations any easier. “Hey,” Mom greeted us with a smile. She looked toward Vikkie. “Welcome home.” “Hey, mom.” “I'll be out of here in just a minute. Just throwing in a load.” “Aw, man. That thing makes a ton of noise....” “There isn't much I can do about that. Not if you want clean clothes.” “Yeah, I know.” “You know, you could always get a job and buy a new one....” She said with her best 'mom' tone. The group of kids exchanged amused glances (though, no glances were shot in my direction). “Yeah, sure mom.” I stood by the drier waiting for her to finish. Most of them seemed to ignore me, which made the 'standing around while everybody else sat' thing slightly less embarrassing, but I caught sight of Alexander looking over at me, the last person I wanted to be awkward around. I squirmed a bit. You're so hot.... When mom left, I hopped up on the washing machine. I'd have just sat on the drier like usual, but I knew if I sat on the washing machine it would it shake a bit less, and then things would be quieter. Maybe they'll like me more if I do something useful.... When the noise in the room dropped from my noble sacrifice, Alexander was the only one to look at me. The washing machine was shaky and uncomfortable, but it was worth enduring if only for that one, charming smile he gave me. I tried to smile back, but it came out awkward, and I'm sure I looked like an idiot doing it. As Alex turned away, I imagined just the two of us in the room. I imagined myself hopping off that dumb washing machine and rushing over to him and sitting on his lap. I wanted to land a big, wet kiss on his cheek and snuggle into his chest and feel him pull me close. And then I imagined the same thing, except with Vikkie, and Mark, and Sandy all present, so they could see it―so they could watch me kiss Alexander. So they could all know. I swallowed and squirmed a bit. I stole an uncertain glance between my legs, where an usually intense feeling of pleasure was radiating. I'm... so wet right now. Is it just cause I'm thinking of Alex...? It doesn't usually take much to get a little...damp, and being around Alexander always gets me wet enough to feel it, but... this? When I shifted, my moist underwear rubbed against me. Had I been looking at it with my panties around my knees, I was sure it would have been no larger than the size of a dime and invisible from the outside, but I could already feel it leaking out. Why do I feel so.... I gyrated my hips. Why do I feel so GOOD? I swallowed and let the vibrations shake through my body. Steadily intensifying pleasure echoed through me. Oh God.... It's... the washing machine. I'm getting turned on by the vibrations. My toes curled and I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth as I pressed myself down into the quivering device, to force stronger vibrations into my groin. Wow, this feels... amazing. I flinched. Oh crap. I have to pee. I bit my lip a little harder. Kinda bad.... I didn't think I'd... be getting this turned on. If I'd known, I'd have just gone before we came in here.... Now that I was already on the washing machine, I knew that the second I got off, it would begin to rattle loudly again, and it would bring all eyes to me. I didn't want that attention, nor was I comfortable with such a loud announcement concerning my bathroom habits. On top of that, when I came back I'd end up back on the washing machine, and whenever I get super horny I always have to piss a ton. If they hung out in the laundry room long enough I'd probably have to excuse myself a second time―and that was a level of embarrassment I just couldn't handle. Dang, it's getting bad fast.... Should I just go? ...But, it's also kinda making it feel better. That was the third reason I'd foregone going, and likely the most compelling one. I blinked heavily. Oh God.... My hips pushed forward a bit and I couldn't stop my thighs from grinding against each other, both motions further stimulating my dripping pussy. I'm so ridiculously wet right now.... I can feel it on my panties. Oh, God, don't moan, don't moan.... I looked up slowly, toward the group that had no idea what I was doing. Mark, Sandy, and Vikkie were all talking among themselves, but I saw Alexander, his head turned the slightest bit in my direction, his eyes on me. I jolted and looked away. Oh my God, he's looking at me. He knows! Alexander looked away too, and seemed to blush. A few moments later, Sandy called out his name and stole his attention. Does he know? Can he tell? How... obvious am I being? I inhaled deeply. I wonder if he can... smell me. I can kinda smell it. God, I'm so wet. If I'm not careful it's gonna leak through my panties.... I shifted again, my thighs grinding together with pleasure. Ugh! I gotta stop moving around or everybody's gonna know.... But, I gotta... go. And it's getting really bad really fast. Maybe it's the stimulation...? I stole a quick, uncertain glance at my groin. If I'm not careful, it might come out. I clenched my jaw. Just a few more minutes and I'll go. Just... a few more minutes. The prospect of pissing myself was enough to scare me into temporary stillness. I resisted the urge―with more or less success―for the next ten minutes, but soon after my hips and legs began to take on minds of their own. At first the movements were hardly noticeable, barely worth mentioning even by me, but the more I moved, the more I felt I had to move, and the only thing that could void me of that feeling was more, intense movements. It wasn't long until I was back to utterly ignoring the conversation and pushing my pussy into the shaking washing machine, more and more of juices liberally leaking out into my underwear. Out of my peripheries, I detected a pair of eyes facing in my direction. I looked up and caught Alexander just as he looked away. Crap, he keeps looking over here! Is he watching me? He can't know.... Can he? He can't know that I'm... playing with myself? My blush deepened. I gotta do a better job hiding this. But.... Ugh! It just feels so good! I squirmed a bit more, this time a bit more subtlety and for a different reason. ...Doesn't help that my bladder is about to freakin' explode! If I stay still too long it's gonna come out and I'm gonna wet my pants, but the more turned on I get, the faster the urge grows.... I should just go. I should just get up and go right now. No more waiting. I need to go now. But I didn't stand. I stayed there and pressed my lower bits even harder into the washing machine. I can't believe it, but... I'm close to orgasm. Should I hold out...? God, it's gonna feel so good if I do, but.... What if I wet myself? If I orgasm with a bladder this full.... I grimaced. I might make a noise, too. From that kind of pressure... I'll... probably moan. And if the orgasm makes me pee my pants, that'll definitely make a noise. I can see it so clearly in my head. I orgasm and the pleasure makes me release and I... start to pee in my pants. It floods my legs and splatters on to the floor, and everybody in the room, Markie, Sandy, Vikkie... Alex. They all turn to face me, wondering what that sound is, and they all see piss streaming down my feet and off the washing machine. I can't. I can't let that happen. I have to hold on. I should go now, but I know the moment I go pee most of the pleasure is gonna go with it, and... ugh, I just want it so much! Look at Alex. His muscles are so tight... his face is sculpted so perfectly. I wish he'd come over here and kiss me. I want him to tear this stupid shirt off and fuck me. Fuck me right here on this stupid washing machine. I want him SO, BAD. I blushed from the intensity of my desire, from the sudden coarseness of my mental language, but I couldn't help myself. I'd wanted him for far too long. Oh Alex.... An image of him went through my head. Of him on top of me, his red fur against my blond fur, the white fur of our bellies together. His tongue against mine, his hands on my breasts, my nipples pressing hard into his palm, his dick pressing against my thigh.... Drip. I shuddered. D-Damn it.... Piss.... Gotta piss.... I grinded my hips into the washing machine as slowly and meticulously as I could. I knew it wouldn't take much more to finish, but I was really strapped for time. The longer I waited, the harder the pee would be to hold, and I was already on the verge of an accident. Holding it with an orgasm, though? That would be nothing short of a miraculous feat of pure will. Am I... really going to... do this? Pleasure encroached up my lower body like a wildfire. I might actually pee my pants.... I already leaked. My panties are already soaked from my juices. My pants might be wet too, just from my pussy juice. But I.... She looked at Alex again. I need to fuck you. The pleasure continued to grow. I need you to fuck me. Every time I moved my hips the moisture in my panties rubbed against my pussy and butt. I'm so wet.... Mmmm... don't make a sound. Don't pee. Don't make a sound... don't pee.... Don't... pee....! My body tightened. Oh god, oh god, it's coming, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god...! I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm...! Mmmm! My cheeks radiated heat and my throat tightened as I struggled to keep my voice from slipping through, and as I struggled to keep my pee from flowing out. But it was too much. Drip.... The first drop was a lightning bolt of shock, a sudden realization that urine had left me, that I'd actually peed. But it didn't surprise me. I'd peed more with less in my bladder during orgasms in the past. Drip. Drip. Drip.... A subsequent series of drops, more like a broke up stream of urine, flowed out during the apex of my orgasm, making my cheeks glow even hotter. I swallowed, nervous, no control over what left me, intimidated by how much of it was coming out. And then.... Shssr I jolted away the urge to gasp, just barely. I PISSED. I just pissed A LOT. Warmth flooded my groin and flowed down toward my butt, extending even forward a bit onto my thighs. The pleasure of the orgasm slowly faded away, leaving me trying limit my heavy breathing to something I could hide, and essentially leaving me in a small puddle of piss with no escape plan. I pissed my pants. I felt a strong urge to press my pussy into the washing machine, to put any pressure against my crotch I could, because even after peeing enough to soak my pants, I still felt like I was going to explode; but I was tired now, and felt like I wanted nothing more than to distance myself from the vibrations that had brought me so much pleasure just a few moments ago. There has to be a stain on my butt. I... I literally just wet myself, and... Alex is sitting right there. Everybody is sitting right across from me.... I'm such an idiot. What am I gonna do? If I get up to pee everybody is gonna see, but I can't hold it much longer.... And.... I'll have to get up eventually.... I bit my lip to fight the incoming tears. I'm so stupid. I shifted a bit to help get into a more comfortable sitting position, one that would make it easier to hold the piss threatening to explode from my bladder. And then I looked up. I caught Alex looking back at me. His eyes flashed to my legs and a subdued form of shock crossed his face. No.... I snapped my legs shut as a wave of panic rushed through me. He knows.... Alex... knows. He's never going to want to be with someone disgusting and stupid like me.... I'm always going to be alone.... I flinched. No... I have to... pee.... “Alex?” Vik turned toward him. “Um, are you good?” “...Yeah. Just... hot as fuck in here.” Mark frowned. “Is it?” He put a hand out to gauge the temperature. “Doesn't feel all that hot.” “Maybe it's a hot flash?” Alex said. “It kinda came out of nowhere.” Sandy smiled wryly. “Maybe you're on your period...? That's usually when women get hot flashes.” “Maybe,” He answered. “I've been craving pickle juice lately. Is that a period thing?” Everybody laughed. I forced a meek smile. “Anyway, you guys wanna go to the park?” Vik offered. “I'm tired of sitting around and it kinda looks like Alex'll die if we stay, so....” “Yeah, sure, whatever.” Mark said getting to his feet. Sandy looked down at her phone and slowly got up. Oh, thank GOD. I... don't know if I'll be able to make it out without anybody seeing, but... there's a chance now. Alex, I love you so much.... Everybody got up except for Alex and I. I looked over at him and found him fiddling with things on the table, but not really doing anything. It seemed like he was trying to look busy, as if he were completing the preliminary steps in the oh-so arduous task of standing. When he finally did get to his feet, most of them were already halfway out of the room. My eyes slid down his lanky body; something strange sticking out from his waist, at first visible in the my peripheries. I looked directly at it and my eyes widened. There was a long shaft protruding from Alex's groin shaping the front of his shorts into a tee-pee. Does he... have a boner? Impossible. How could he be anything but disgusted.... He saw my wet pants. He knows I pissed my pants.... He knows I'm a perv. I swallowed. Could it be that... he didn't? Maybe he didn't see the full extent of the wetness...? I mean, I haven't even seen how wet it is yet, maybe it's... not that bad. Maybe he saw a little spot and thought it was from the masturbating.... But then... he does know about that. But that's far less embarrassing, isn't it? I can live with that―especially if it gave Alexander a boner. I can more than live with that...! Just as long as he doesn't know I had an accident. Especially why I had the accident.... I blushed at my own childishness. When he looked over at me and caught me staring, I looked away shyly. He moved toward the door a few moments later and cleverly turned the opposite direction of the others―all of whom had forgotten my existence entirely―and announced he was going to bathroom. I smiled. Wow, you're so... smart. Drip. Drip. I breathed in sharply. But... that might not be such a good thing.... If you're not quick in there, I'm gonna make a really big mess. Hurry.... The moment I heard the laundry room door close behind me―Alex was the one to do it, and I knew he did it for me, instead of despite of me―I shoved my hand between my legs and hopped onto my feet. Pst I leaned forward and grimaced. Warm liquid diffused through my panties and sent shivers down my spine. I felt the denim of my jeans get re-saturated, and I felt the moisture grow maybe a centimeter further down my thighs. ALEX, YOU SERIOUSLY BETTER HURRY. I broke out in a hip swaying pee dance. I turned around and examined the top of the washing machine for wetness. There a small patch of moisture, but no puddle. Standing had made me acutely aware of the fact my butt was wet, but it only felt like a small patch. Maybe this is going to work out.... I thought, reluctantly, desperate for some hope. I wiped the bit of moisture away and danced toward the laundry room door. I'll just hide in my room and wait for Alex to finish in the toilet. When he leaves, I'll make a dash. That way if I.... can't hold it, nobody will see, and I can clean up in privacy. I opened the laundry room door and stepped out into the hallway. The moment my head turned, I saw Alex walking toward me. How?! I screamed in my head, a single droplet of urine dibbling into the my underwear. He didn't have time to go yet.... Did he just turn right around? Instinctively, my freehand flew to my groin to join the other one. The first hand pressed tightly against my womanhood to help keep the remaining pee securely inside my body. The other went to the front of the denim and widened to cover any renegade patches of moisture from his eyes. I have to pee... so... bad. “Hey,” He said, with a charming wave. “H-Hi....” I answered with a shaky voice. I felt the muscles between my legs waver. So close.... So close.... “I just wanted to see if, um, maybe you wanted to come to the park with us...?” His eyebrows went up in that cute way they did whenever he was asking a tentative question. I shook my head. “U-Um, n-no thank you....” My head sank from a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and the intense pressure forcing tiny droplets of pee out of me. The sight of his erection pressing into the fabric of his shorts greeted me, and I instinctively looked back up, toward his lean, defined stomach. “Oh, uh, alright. Maybe next time then?” I nodded. “Uh, okay. Well have a good day. It was nice seeing you, Ana!” “It was...” My body tightened and a chill traveled up my spine. “Nice seeing you too!” I bolted past him, hands still buried between my legs. I'm pissing myself! Please do not see! Please do not see! The stream started off slow, but I could immediately distinguish it from the earlier leakage. This wasn't going to stop. It didn't matter where I was; my bladder was emptying. I didn't even chance a look back to see if he'd turned to watch me, turned to inevitably see the wet spot on my bottom. I just kept running, hot urine filling my panties, spreading around my crotch and beginning to run down my legs. I could feel it on the sides of my knees by the time I got inside the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I rushed to the toilet, pissing furiously now, a loud hissing assaulting my ears. Pssshhhhrrrr No, no, no...! I struggled with the button, but I couldn't get it undone in my panic. Piss trailed down my ankles and started to puddle on the bathroom rug. I sat down, jeans still on and pissed full force into my panties. I kicked the rug out of the way, to keep from soiling it any worse. The urine pooled in my jeans and ran over the sides of the toilet and continued to overflow down my thighs and legs. I could hear most of it pouring like a torrent into the water below, but I knew there'd still be a decent sized mess to clean up. I sighed deeply, relieved. I peed my pants. And, I did it in front of Alex. But, I may have gotten away with this... all things considered. Did he even know I pissed myself? Could he tell? ...Does he care? I looked down at my pissed soaked jeans, the loud hissing noise finally beginning to fade away to the sound of water dribbling onto water. I don't know. I'll... just have to see how he reacts next time he comes over. He didn't seem particularly disgusted.... Maybe he just thought I was wet. Either way, I smiled. I gave him a boner. I bit my lip as pleasure radiated up from my wet, still dribbling pussy. ...And...Alexander has a really long dick.... If you enjoyed this, please leave a comment! And if you'd like to read more, click the links above and buy a copy, or you can view the first chapter of the non-omorashi version of this story (told from the perspective of Alexander!) here: https://inkbunny.net/s/1550569 or https://www.furaffinity.net/view/26561957/
VALERIE 5:  ANGELA'S STORY Having dropped my husband Peter off at Pisa airport for an early morning flight back to London I drove on to Florence for a morning's shopping.  The centre of the city is not very accessible by car so I parked Peter's hired Mercedes in a large open-air car park in the south of the city.  It was still fairly early in the day but the sun was already hot so I took a long drink from my water bottle before the 15 minute walk to Ponte Vecchio and the cluster of top-end boutiques around Via de' Tornabuoni north of the river. Gucchi, Prada, Armani, they are all there but they can be found in any large city.  I really wanted to browse the autumn collections of Emilio Pucci, Salvatore Ferragamo and Roberto Cavelli and I had set my heart on a new leather handbag from La Pelle. By late morning I had acquired several boxes and bags of expensive clothes, shoes and perfume so I took a taxi back to the car park.  By now the water I had drunk earlier, together with a restoring cup of coffee at a pavement cafe, was beginning to signal that I needed a wee.  I am no fan of public lavatories and I had a two hour drive ahead of me so after stowing my purchases in the boot of the Mercedes I did what I usually do on these occasions, spread my legs and wet my Calvin Klein briefs beneath my summer dress, screened from sight by the cars parked around me. I then pulled out one of the towels that I carry in the car for such occasions, folded it double and placed it on the driver's seat before getting in, taking care to ensure that my dress was tucked up at the back out of harm's way.  I then took another long drink of water from my bottle. As I drove south from the city on the two hour journey back to our holiday villa deep in the Tuscan countryside the feeling of warm dampness beneath me took me back to my first date with Peter. ----------------------- I had known Peter since childhood as a friend of my older brothers.  We did not take much notice of each other then though he was always pleasant and kind towards me despite my low 'kid sister' status in my brothers' eyes.  As we grew older I could not help noticing his dark good looks and his nickname, 'The Romany' only added to his allure in my eyes.  For his part, I often sensed him looking at me with appreciation as I grew into womanhood. Peter's first car had been an old MGB roadster with a smoky exhaust, a tattered hood and a patchwork of glass-fibre bodywork repairs.  Clearly it had had a long life and a merry one.  As soon as he took possession of it he invited me for a day out.  He suggested a trip to a beach in North Devon, some hundred miles away and I made up a picnic basket together with plenty of water to ensure that we did not become dehydrated on this hot summer's day. With the hood down we drove on winding roads through Somerset and across Exmoor until we reached the village of Woolacombe at the north end of a three-mile stretch of golden sand, backed by low cliffs and dunes. Most visitors stayed close to the village and its facilities so by walking south along the shoreline we were soon entirely alone.  I had been in need of a wee for some time but had ignored the public lavatory in the car park, far preferring to relieve myself in the sea later.  However we seemed to be walking for ever and things were becoming urgent. "Peter, I am dying for a wee" I said.  "I was going to go in the sea but if I do not go soon it will be too late!" "Is that a problem?" the Romany asked with a boyish grin "I often have a daydream about you wetting your knickers." "Do you mean you have brought me all this way just so you can watch me wet myself?" "Of course" he replied. "Sounds good to me" I murmured and I started to wet my bikini briefs beneath my sundress.  Warmth spread between my legs and I could feel rivulets running down the insides of my thighs.  A stream splashed on to the sand between my bare feet as I felt the pleasant ache of relief.  Peter looked on appreciatively and I saw his shorts bulge with excitement. We pitched camp on the dry sand above the high water line and I took off my sundress, all too aware of the wet patch on my bikini bottom.  We ran down to the sea and frolicked in the cold waves, then Peter stood still.  "I can guess what you are doing" I called across. "You bet!" he replied  "It has been a long time!" After we had eaten our picnic we sat side by side on the warm sand.  "So what's all this about me wetting my knickers?" I asked, curious to hear more. "It is just one of those things that I find exciting" he replied with a shrug.  "Do you mind?" "Not at all" I reassured him.  Truth to tell, I had always found an illicit thrill in 'accidents' and made a point of wearing skirts and dresses so that the option was always available to me.  And the idea that I could turn on the Romany whenever I wanted to just by wetting myself was more than exciting. I lay back on the warm sand and Peter gave me a long, sensuous kiss as he slid his hand between my parted legs.  I released a flood into my bikini and felt him stiffen with desire beside me. We spent the afternoon kissing and caressing and I wet my bikini briefs whenever I felt the need.  Eventually, as the sun started to set we walked down to the sea.  Peter stood in the shallows, legs apart and hands on hips as he pissed vigorously through his shorts, then we ran into the Atlantic rollers to freshen up for the journey home. The homeward trip was even slower than the journey out had been.  Everybody, it seemed, had decided to make a move at the same time.  As we descended through the narrow gorge towards the little town of Lynmouth the traffic slowed to a crawl.  We were less than an hour into the journey but the water that I had been drinking all afternoon had caught up with me and the pressure was becoming painful. "Peter", she said in a worried voice "I am desperate for a wee.  I don't think I can wait much longer but there is nowhere to hide beside the road here." "Just wet the seat then" he replied. "It is one thing to wet my bikini on the beach, quite another to wee all over your car seat!" "For me, watching you wet yourself in my car would be a dream come true!" he replied "As for the seat, guess what tanners use to soften leather?" I was still uncertain but the urge to wee was becoming overwhelming and I took the precaution of lifting my sundress clear of the seat.  Shortly afterwards I felt warmth spread beneath me as I lost control.  A puddle spread across the seat and pattered off the sides on to the rubber floormats.  Peter leaned across and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then rummaged behind the seats and passed me a towel. "Here you are.  I carry it for when the roof leaks but you are welcome to use it to mop up.  In any case you will dry off soon enough." A couple of hours later I wet the seat for a second time. ----------------------- I smiled at the memory and thought how lucky I had been to marry Peter, who went on to build up a large and profitable commercial property empire from nothing.  Now we had three beautiful daughters, a London townhouse, a villa in Italy and no money worries. But now I was being reminded of that first date in another way; the pressure in my bladder was growing and I was still some distance from the villa.  What to do?  Stop at the roadside and hope that nobody passed by when I was in mid flow?  Just let go and wet the seat?  The towel I was sitting on took care of my damp briefs but there was no way it could absorb a whole new flood.  I imagined trying to explain to Hertz that being peed on was good for the leather and decided to do my best to wait until I arrived home. At last, with the level of urgency reaching critical point, I turned into the long driveway and drove quickly to the parking space at the rear.  As I stood beside the car, peeing through my knickers for a second time, I noticed that the girls and Tom were down by the pool, seemingly with some kind of amateur dramatics going on. I carried my parcels into the villa, changed into my swimsuit and dropped my sodden knickers into the washbin where, it seemed, my daughters had previously donated three pairs, each with clear signs of an accident.  Better run the washing machine later.... I walked out of the villa and down to the pool to see what they were doing.
The night had finally arrived, it was the employee of the year party and awards night and everyone was excited. The top ten employees from each franchise had been voted by the company directors, and were being whisked away for an all expenses paid night out, at a swanky club in Liverpool. Last years event had been a raging success, and Millie Stone was delighted to be attending. She was only just 18, and had only worked at the company for about 8 months, but she'd obviously made an impression! She got on really well with all the other people going too, so it was going to be a great night. Everyone arranged to meet at 6 O'clock in a local bar, the coach was picking them up at 7, with a view to arriving at around 8:30. Millie was really excited as  she was getting ready, with a bottle of wine open, and her favourite tunes on, she dressed provocatively, as she wanted to make an impression, this was the first time she'd really been out with her colleagues, she thought about a skirt, but decided that she'd be drinking all night, and would only end up flashing her underwear. That would be mortifying, she thought, as she opted for a pair of tight white jeans, and a lovely figure hugging top that showed off her naval. She nipped to the toilet quickly, and called a cab. She arrived at the bar about 6:10, and found everyone else already in the party spirit, "Millie, there you are" cried Zoe as she got out of the taxi, "We thought you were standing us up!" "Come on babe" added Patsy, "We've got you a drink in." "Oh thanks" said Millie, as she took the blue WKD. Truth be told, she hated the stuff, but she was keen to fit in, so decided to down it quickly, so she could get herself a proper drink. She was really thirsty, and almost downed it in one, as she went off to the bar. She was served quickly, and got herself a large white wine. Conversation was flowing, and after about 15 minutes Stacy, the boss, appeared. She was carrying a tray of bottled beer, and handed it out. "Come on guys" she said, you've earned these, and they all took a bottle each. They made a toast, and then Stacy came and sat down next to her. "Are you OK Mills" she asked "I'm so pleased you've made it tonight, you've worked so hard this year", as she spoke, the 4 other girls got up and made their way over to the toilets. Millie noticed this, she was hoping to tag along, just to find out where they were, but she felt rude when Stacy was talking to her. It was ok though, she thought, she didn't really need to go yet, so she'd just tag along when Stacy went, in a bit. A good impression on the boss was always good, so she sat and chatted away. About 3 minutes later Georgia came tearing accross the bar. "The coach is outside, and the driver is not happy" she said. "He's not meant to be here for another 10 minutes" snapped Stacy. "Well" said Georgia "He said he's been waiting, so we better get a move on" "Fuck's sake" she said, "come on then." The four guys chugged down their pints, and wanting to fit in, Millie did the same, necking her bottle in one. Everyone trudged out to the coach, and after a bit of an argument it transpired that the coach was leaving the last pick up point at 7, we we're first and were meant to be on it at 6:30. The driver had been waiting for us and was not happy to be running behind schedule, so he told us to get on right now, and not to even think of bringing on drinks. Grumpy bastard. As she sat down Millie became quite aware of her bladder. She knew all the other girls had just relieved themselves, but she'd been hurried from the pub and she'd drank a lot. She was OK at the moment, but she could certainly feel it! 15 minutes later the coach pulled up outside another bar. The 10 people getting on here were clearly drunk, and complaining that they were running late, so they were hurried on and the coach trundled off on its way. By the time they got to the first pick up point, 20 minutes later, Millie was starting to feel her need to pee build. It wasn't urgent yet, but she was wanting to go when they'd left the bar, and she knew that she'd drunk a lot. When they got to the pick up point though, there was nothing, just a group of people waiting by the side of the road. She'd been hoping that it would have been a pub again, so that she might be able to nip in quickly and use the facilities. At least it was a very quick turnaround, everyone was on quickly, and the bus was back on its way. Another 15 minutes passed, and Millie was really feeling her bladder now. As the coach pulled into a carpark she looked out of the window, and saw a public conveniences. She looked longignly at it, and thought about plucking up the courage to make a run for it, but again it was a really quick turnaround and they were on there way. She looked at her watch and saw that it was 7:10, she knew that the coach was scheduled to arrive at 8 O'clock, so that was it, she'd just have to cross her legs and hold it for 50 minutes. She wasn't completely bursting, but she certainly needed to pee. If she'd still been in the bar she was reaching the stage where she'd be running to the little girls room. For the next 40 minutes Millie's need grew and grew, she sat with her thighs pressed tightly together, she'd become more and more distant from the conversation, and was constantly stealing glances at her watch, 7:25, 7:30, 7:45, 7;50, she was sure time was moving more and more slowly, as she felt herself starting to sweat. She was starting to feel really really bursting now. The next ten minutes were going to be real torture, she was certainly going to have to make a run for it when they arrived. As 8 o'clock arrived poor Millie was almost at the end of her tether. She'd gone past bursting now, and she was absolutely desaperate. She was involuntaeilly jigging her legs about as her bladder screamed at her. 8 O'clock was her target all along, and now she'd made it her body just wanted to give up and pee. 5 minutes later she was almost out of her mind, as the coach just plowed on down the motorway, with no sign of an exit, or a club, or a toilet. Millie looked to Jenny sat next to her. "Are we nearly there do you think?" she asked, trying to sound casual. "Yeah babe, not far off, about another 20 minutes I reckon". She spoke like it was good news, but to poor Millie it could not have been more devastating.  "WHAT!" gasped Millie, "But I thought we were due to arrive about 8 O'clock?" "Nah" she said, "It was about 90 minutes from the last pick up, and we made him late, so between 8:30 and 8:40 I reckon. They need to get a move on though, the awards are at 9!" She barely had time to comprehend this devastating news though, when one of the boys from the pub stood up. "Fuck that" he said, "I'm absolutely bursting for a piss here, he'll have to pull in at the next services" "Yes Danny" gasped Millie, forgetting herself, "go and ask the driver, I'm sure he'll have to stop if someone asks him". She could've cried with relief, someone else needed to go as badly as she did, and finally he was going to make the coach stop, just another minute or 2 and she would be able to relieve herself, she ground her pussy down against her heal as she watched Danny hobble down the coach, he had his hand in his pocket, and was clearly holding his cock, he couldn't even stand up straight. The poor guy must've been desperate, hell, thought Millie, if he was as bad as she was he was in real trouble, she felt like if she'd have had to hobble down the coach and beg for a toilet stop, not only would she die of shame, but there was no way she'd have been able to hold it. "Come on, come on, come on" she muttered to herself. She'd expected that the coach would stop almost immediately once Danny had explained the situation, but it carried on regardless. She glanced down the aisle, and saw Danny gesticulating wildly to the driver, she couldn't hear what was being said though, then NO what was happening, he was coming back to his seat. "JUST STOP NOW, PLEASE" she silently prayed, but as Danny returned he was almost bent double, he was physically shaking. "What's happening Dan?" she asked, trying to appear calm. "That fucking cunt" he gasped, as he squirmed on his chair, he won't fucking stop, he says we're only 20 minutes away, so we need to cross our legs. She cried inwardly at this, and her bladder protested furously, there was no way she could hold on another 20 minutes. "Oh" she said, "umm, did you tell him you were desperate", "OF COURSE I FUCKING DID, LOOK AT ME" he snapped back, "He said it's our own fucking fault for making him late!" "What's up Mil" asked Adam, do you need to go too?". "erm, she stammered, well, erm yes" she said, "I will certainly be running straight to the loo when we arrive anyway" she tried to look like she was relaxed, but her mind was racing, Danny had been her salvation, she was soo bursting now she was starting to panic. "Maybe you should tell Stacy" she started, but Danny talked over me, "there's no way" he stammered, as he started to unbutton his trousers, "there's no way I can wait another 20 minutes, its not fucking possible, I'm sorry guys, he had a Lucozade bottle that he'd finished drinking earlier, "Look away guys, I'm sorry, I can't wait any more, he turned against the window, and I could see the reflection as his very well proportioned cock  broke free, immediately letting rip, as he aimed frantically at the bottle. "Oh god, yes" he gasped. A furious hissing sound filled the back of the coach, and the sound of running water, he was physically shaking. "Ohmygod, I'm sorry" he stammered, I had to, fuck it feels good, ahhhhh" Millie almost started to cry, the autosuggestion was incredible, her bladder screamed at her to let it go too. She squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could, trying desperately to hold on, squirming down into the seat, it was no good though, her peehole stung, it physically hurt, it was crying for relief, she was going to wet herself, she had to get back under control, there was no other way, she pressed her left hand between her legs hard. God it felt good, she was still more achingly desperate then she'd ever been in her life, but she was back from the brink of actually wetting herself, she writhed around pressing so hard her knuckles turned white. Danny looked happier than I'd ever seen anybody before. He stopped his stream, and screwed the bottle back onto his now full Lucozade bottle. "Oh christ, that felt so good" he declared, "I'm not even done yet, but fuck did I need to go then,  swear I couldn't have held it in another second, I'm sorry guys, but I was literally about to piss myself." As he spoke he turned and saw Millie, a picture of pure, frantic desperation. "Jesus Mills, are you OK?" he asked, as everyone spun around to look at her. She quickly pulled her hand away, and tried to look calm. "I'm really bursting too" she admitted. "It's really bad, I hope this coach gets there soon". "It's a nightmare  isn't it babe" chimed Jenny, sat next to her, "that's the problem with these events when we drink before the coach comes, I'm pretty bursting myself, we'll be ok, just cross your legs, us girls can always wait eh, not like these pathetic boys!" as she said it, she sneered at Danny. "Fuck off Jenny" said Danny, "I was fucking bursting, there's no way I'd have made it, it feels better now though, rather me than you!" "I'm absolutely fine" she snapped back, "I need to go, but I'm an adult, I'll hold it until I reach a toilet, now fuck off" With that the boys turned away. Millie's mind was racing now, what on earth was she going to do, she was absolutely beside herself, pretty much as desperate as she'd ever been. Her salvation, someone who was just as desperate as her, had found relief in a bottle, and her new work colleague was jovially telling her she could wait as long as was neccessary, but she really wasn't sure she could. Over the next 15 minutes her desperation increased to levels she'd never even imagined possible. Her whole world was focussed inside her knickers. How she wished she'd run to the ladies before they set off. Surely she wasn't the only one who was frantic, she'd had her hands pressed against her womanhood for at least 5 minutes, and this she thought was absolute last resort stuff, but her need was growing further, she had to do something, she HAD to, she couldn't just sit there and wet herself. On the verge of tears, she decided that if no-one else had begged for a stop in the next 2 minutes then she was going to run down the coach and demand it pull over. Each second passed like an hour, she was so close to tears as her bladder thrashed and throbbed inside her. Her entire lower body ached. A minute passed, as she silently prayed or someone else to make the coach stop. Another 30 seconds, and nothing, it was going to have to be her. Oh God, she was going to have to run down the aisle and beg, no demand, that the driver stop, she was going absolutely frantic. "Oh Christ, I need a pee, OK, I'm going to do it", she thought, her pussy throbbing at the idea. As she thought this though, she glanced out of the window, and saw the enterence to the club. "Yes, finally, oh thank god, we're here" thought Millie, as the coach turned into a carpark. She'd never felt pain like it, "Please hurry, please just stop here, oh God I need it, oh please" she willed the coach driver, as he manouvred round into the coach park so agonizingly slowly. Her desperation seemed to increased even more at the thought that she would be in the toilets in the next minute or two. Her head was spinning, and her bladder was throbbing. The need was coming in waves, each one being a bit harder to control. She stood up, as the coach finally stopped, but then no, he was reversing into a space. She was forced to bob up and down, pressing her hand into her frantic, quivering pussy lips. She wasn't alone in trying to get off, as there were people up and down the coach trying to get off. Stacy stood up, looking back down the coach. "SIT DOWN" her voice commended "ALL OF YOU" there were a few voices of complaint, as the bus finished parking and turned off the engine. Millie pushed past her friends, making her way down the aisle."I SAID SIT DOWN" boomed Stacy again, "Oh, but, erm" stammered Millie, frantic just to get off the coach and find the little girls room. Stacy approached her, face as black as thunder. "If you dont sit down right now we will turn this bus around and drive back without a seconds hesitation." Millie felt like crying, her bladder screamed, her pussy ached, she was on the verge of tears as she sat back down. "Right" started Stacy "Before we get off this coach, we need a few rules, this is a work night out, so you all need to remember you are representing the company. Anything you do tonight will reflect upon the company, any disciplinary incidents that arise tonight will be dealt with as if the happened at work. "I know we are in a club, and I know a lot of you have been drinking already, but just try to think about it please. I am watching you all. No fighting, no lewd conduct, try to control your language around members of the public, try to avoid throwing up onthe streets, do not damage any property, just generally behave like adults. Do I make myself clear" There was a clamour as people started to agree, picking up bags etc and starting to get up. "Everyone back at the coach for 12:30 please, DO NOT MAKE ME COME LOOKING FOR YOU!" added Stacy.   As she finished it was like a stampede, a mixture of people excited for a great night, or desperate for the toilets! Millie stood up again, but immediately bent double, trying to push out into the aisle, but she found herself near the back. Danny let her out, "Go on Mils, if you're even half as desperate as I was earlier then you need to get a move on" She blushed beat red. She couldn't stand the fact she'd been desperate enough to confide her need, and now the hot boy from work was following her down a coach, fully aware her bladder was fit to burst. She tried to look calm and walk normally, but it was so hard to control herself now she was off her heal. She kinda shuffled down the coach with her thighs pressed tightly together, willing herself to hold on just a few more seconds. She groaned outloud as she had to step down from the coach into the carpark, the jolt sent a half second spurt out, past her control, and into her knickers. "Oh no" she gasped, thrusting her hand between her legs again. A single tear formed in her eye, as she twisted and writhed around to try and get control. "no, no, no" she stammered "Please, just a few more seconds" she was completely devestated that she'd actally squirted pee into her knickers, she'd never even contemplated the possibility that she could ever get desperate enough to physically wet herself.  As she reached the back of the queue her only thought was the Ladies Room. It was an absolute emergency. Hold on guys, said Stacy, I need to sort out the tickets, she went inside leaving them stood out in the cold. Millie tried to push through, "erm, I need to just go to the toilet" she said, some people let her through but others resisted and pushed back. "Please" she shouted "Please, I'm not jumping the queue, i need the toilet" When Stacy returned she was about 6 people from the front, and she was jigging around in a frantic pee dance, Stacy addressed the queue, explaining that shewas handing out individual tickets, and they would need to be checked by the bouncers on the way in. "I can't do it" gasped Millie, "I need to pop a squat, Danny will you stand guard for me?" She didn't even wait for him to reply, as she desperately hobbled away from the queue, she was so frantic for a wee now that she was prepared to drop her knickers and squat down infront of her boss, her work colleagues and a bunch of strangers. The anticipation of relief seemed to make her need even stronger, as Stacy shouted, "MILLIE, Where the hell do you think you're going?" "I NEED A WEE!" she gasped, pressing her hand into her crutch, "I seriously can't wait", "Get back over here this instant" she commanded, "there are no toilets out here anyway" "Ooooh, I don't care Stace, I need to go so bad, I'll go in the bushes, please let me" she started to cry, as the thought of more delay caused an evenmore intense pain. "You will do absolutely no such thing young lady!" Boomed Stacy. "What an absolutley disgusting thing to say!" she stormed over to her, and handed her a ticket, I know it was a long journey Millie, and we all need to run to the loo, but there is absolutely no way I can allow you to squat in public at a company event. Now, there's your ticket, I'll take you to the front of the line and you can run to the little girls room in the club" Her bladder throbbed, screaming at her for attention, demanding relief right now. "Stacy, I, I can't" she pleaded, desperately hoping that she'd be given permission just to drop her knickers and wee in the carpark. She startd to cry, "please, I'm absolutely bursting, please". "Come on Millie, I'll get you in first since your in  pickle, maybe you'll think about how much you drink before your next coach journey" she took her hand and led her towards the front of the queue. There was no point arguing any more, at least Stacy was taking her to the ladies room. Just a few more seconds, she willed herself, but her bladder SCREAMED at the thought. "There is a line" said a terse lady as Stacy pulled the cryin, shaking, desperate mess that was Millie through to the front. "Hello, sorry" started Stacy, "I know, but Millie here is having a bit of a crisis, can we please let her jump the line so she can run to the little girls room". "I shouldn't really allow it" started the woman, I'll have to get security to check her over, you know, just incase." "Just incase what!" shouted Stacy "Look at her, she's just a young girl who's been on a long bus journey, poor thing needs a piss. I'm trying to be a responsible manager here, I've stopped her from showing herself up, but lets have a bit of compassion here". The announcement would normally have been mortifying, but Millie was way beyond the point of caring. There were tears flowing down her face, as she did a full pee dance infront of everybody. "I will escort her, just let us stay dignified" added Stacy. "Step aside, and Keith will check your tickets" said the disinterested woman Stacy ushered Millie through the door, her vision was blurred as every passing second seemed to bring an even greater crisis between her legs. Stacy handed the grumpy looking bouncer their tickets. "No more delays, no more delays, oh please, please hurry" gasped Millie, under her breath as her ticket was checked. Keith blocked their path for about 5 seconds as he looked Milie up and down, then to her delight, he stood aside "pathetic" he sneered as she hobbled past him. She thrust her hands up between her legs and dashed into the club. it was busy, but not crazy just yet. "Oh god, where are they" gasped Millie, frantically scanning the club for her salvation. Then she saw it, the sign "LADIES" she almost cried as she pressed her hand into her frantic pee hole and dashed across the crowded club. "Pee oh please a pee, I need it ohhhh no more delays, please, toilets, oh god oh god, oh I need a wee" she stammered under her breath as her bladder pressed and screamed and demanded attention. "Come on, come on, come on, just a few more seconds" she stammered as she rounded the corner that the arrow pointed to, she'd made it, there it was, the little girls room, Oh how she needed it, she was going absolutley frantic as she burst through the door, and then NO, it couldn't be, she couldn't believe what she was seeing, the queue was incredible, there were 6 stalls, and about 30 people waiting. Millie was now absolutely beside herself, waiting was absolutely not an option, as she dashed to the front of the line. "Please" she gasped, "I have to go next, I can't wait" as she said it, she heard a toilet flush. "NO WAY" shouted a girl, about 3 back from the front of the line "NO FUCKING WAY, I'm going to piss my knickers in a minute, I've been waiting for fucking ages, get to the back of the line", "You can't just cut in" added another voice, "We all need to go, wait your turn." Millie's crying turned hysterical, as she heard the lock of the cubicle slide "please, oh please, please, please let me" She was bouncing up and down so hard that her tits were almost jiggling from her top, but both of her hands were needed between her legs. The cubicle door opened, and she moved towards it. "I'm sorry" said the girl at the front "Its my turn, and I really, really need it" She pushed Millie aside and dashed into the now vacant cubicle. Stacy tried to take charge now. "LOOK" she said, "We've been in a rather long coach ride, and Millie is absolutely bursting, she must go next!" The room was spinning now, as Millie's entire lower body burned, She was clenching herself shut as hard as she could, there was literally no way she could press her hands any harder into her morst intimate areas, but her resolve was failing. A much longer spurt escaped is tortured female prison, and she couldn't stop it this time, the spurt had become a tiny dribble. "I'm peeing, its coming, I can't she stammered, as she felt the wetness on her hands now. "PLEASE HURRY", she screamed, but as the next cubicle became available, the desperate girl, now 2 from the front declared; "If its fucking acceptable to jump the line, I'm going right now, I hope you piss your pants you dirty bitch." She physically pushed Millie as she dashed for the toilet. This was too much for Millie, who started to pull down her trousers. "Millie" what are you doing?" Gasped Stacy, but she was out of control, the wet patch was visibly growing, as burning hot female pee ran down her leg. "I can't stop it" she shouted, as she pulled down her panties and dropped to her haunches, exploding onto the floor of the Ladies room. "Aaahhhhhhh, oh fuck, yessssss" she gasped, as the ocean of burning female piss finally started to escape her. The pressure of that initial blast as she yanked down her knickers was incredible, she was gushing at the most incredible force, and her whole body was convulsing, almost as if she was climaxing. Stacy tried to cover her modesty, but every one could see her. "I'm sorry", she yelped, "I was wetting myself, I literally couldn't wait". More and more pee flooded from her throbbing, agonised private parts. As the pressure finally started to taper off she became painfully aware of her situation. The puddle she was squatting in the middle of was huge. The ladies room looked like a water main had burst, no wonder she'd been frantic. Her most intimate areas were on full display to a line of jiggling girls, and to her horror and shame, she realised that some of them were filming her on their camera phones. "I'm sorry" she stammered, as she clenched down to stop the tiny dribble that was still falling from her, massively relieved pussy, "I'm so sorry, I told you I couldn't wait."She stood up and pulled up her knickers, beccoming painfully aware of how wet they were. She had fully started to wet herself before she'd got them clear of her flood. As she struggled to pull up her wet jeans, she was overcome with a mixture of emtions. Her face burned red with shame and embarrasment, but she was still light headed with the relief she ad felt. The warm wetness of her knickers felt great. At that moment the Ladies room door swung open, and in marched a burly female bouncer. "What the fuck, they were telling the truth, you've pissed on the floor like an animal, that is disgusting. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She was still crying as she looked over to Stacy, who looked conflicted. "Are you with her" asked the bouncer", and to Millie's horror, Stacy said "Throw her out, she's let herself down, I need to use the loo myself, but I'll come out shortly" Millie didn't even wait for the bus, she rang her mum in tears to come and pick her up. She'd never known shame like it, but the relief had felt so good. If she'd made it to the toilet it would have been almost worth the pain, and she knew that was something she would be exploring in private over the coming weeks.
Going to use this topic to post some commission I had done for Spice and Wolf, all involving Holo. There were all commissioned from YaBoiMeowff over on InkBunny. They may contain super minor spoilers for Spice and Wolf up to and past the end of the anime series. --- Holo's nose wrinkled and she had to fight off the urge to twitch her ear. Her head turned toward the sky, gazing off into the west, where an array of billowy white cloud encroaching in on the horizon.  “Rain...” She mumbled to herself. “What splendid timing.” “Did you say something?” Lawrence said, turning to look at her. Of course, she thought, frowning internally, but keeping her expression aloof. He was lost in thought again.... “No,” she replied, flatly. As far as she was concerned, it had been plainly obvious she had said something, and her refusal to say what it was had been a less than subtle hint—even for someone like Lawrence—that he'd better pay more attention to her. But much to her frustration, he turned away, apparently satisfied, and lost himself in thought once more. Now, she frowned externally. He knows how I feel about ships. I've told him again and again and I've made it no secret that I've been nervous about this trip. Yet, his mind thinks only of silver trenni this and gold lumione that—as it always does. I bet if he were paid enough he'd push my overboard for all he cares of me! She frowned a bit harder, a slight pang of guilt worsening her mood. She knew Lawrence cared deeply for her, but sometimes he could be so dense. They boarded the ship shortly after. The traveling merchant and his motley entourage: the beautiful young nun and the school boy. Playing the part of the young nun, Holo kept her ears tucked safely away underneath her hood, and her tail hidden in the expensive dress Lawrence had bought for her. Holo the Wisewolf was not one to be impressed by expensive gifts, but nice gifts were a different thing entirely. Feeling the soft fabric rub against her flesh reminded her that he did care, and it sometimes made it hard for her to stay angry. But all that quelled anger returned tenfold the moment they placed their order for food and drinks—or the moment Lawrence had placed it for all of them. It wasn't so much that he took it upon himself to place their orders, since he had the right to decide how his own money would be spent, and since he was largely responsible for financing all of them, there was only so much Holo could demand.  It wasn't even so much the dank hole they'd been placed in, with the damp, smelly air and the damp smelly wood, and the sagging hammocks for beds, and the fact it was less a bedroom and more of a cargo storage area. The whole area smelled like a mixture of mold and urine and was aggressive on her nose, but she'd expected all of this and hardly used it as an excuse to justify anger against Lawrence. What she found unforgivable was what Lawrence had ordered: dried meat, cheap bread, cheap wine, and a pitcher of water. She never liked eating cheap food or drinking cheap wine, and sometimes she complained about it, or even held it against him—but ultimately she knew the situation. It was his money to spend, and the supply was limited and hard earned. However, it was expected that with all she endured with him, he would sometimes splurge a bit and get nicer things. That when they were on rickety ships sailing across the water, in a dark room that smelled of mold and piss that he would possibly buy something warm to drink, something delicious to eat. That when she was already stressed out from having to on the water, already ignored because he chose his thoughts over her, that he might attempt to distract her—if not with one thing, that is to say his actual time and attention, with something else, like his money. But Lawrence chose neither. After bidding goodbye to the sailor, he went straight to the only table in the room to pour over coins and profits and other droll things, all things he chose over Holo, leaving the aforementioned to her own devices.  Needless to say, the moment the wine arrived, Holo began drinking. The only benefit to their dank little hole of a room was that the foul smell blocked out the scent of incoming rain—but that didn't mean she couldn't feel it. Every sway of the ship, the steadily worsening winds and growing waves. The water was growing restless beneath her feet. She nursed her wine, not intending to get drunk, but desiring to dull her senses a bit, and more than that, provide Lawrence with an opportunity to redeem himself. It's not as if I am a meek town girl desperately craving reassurance... but it would be nice if he could at least notice my discomfort. What is so important that he must count his money every chance he gets? Didn't he count it just a few days ago? Lawrence continued pouring over his paperwork, not even noticing when she slammed the cup down on the table and picked it up only a few moments later to take another drink. He is extra foolish today, is he not? Holo turned away, her brow crooked. She sat down on the hammock, but the moment her body sunk into the stretchy material, her body tightened a bit. Hmm, 'tis been awhile since I've last relieved myself.... Her eyes tightened. “Lawrence,” she said suddenly, putting on her most decadent tone. He turned back, blissfully unaware of her rage. “What's wrong?” Oh, must something be wrong for me to call your name? “'Tis just that I need to relieve myself.” “That would make sense,” he replied, matter-of-factly. “You've drank quite a lot of wine.” “Indeed.” She said through gritted teeth. “And now I need to urinate.” “So? Go on deck and pee, then.” Lawrence turned back to his papers. Holo bristled. She stood up a few moments later, after having given Lawrence plenty of time to have catch his rude mistake. She walked up next to him. “Lawrence.” She said curtly. He turned to face her with a queer expression. “What is the-” She stomped on his foot, turning his words into a stifled howl of pain. “What was that for?!” He barked. She walked back to the hammock, crossed her arms, and sat down again, eyes closed, her body turned away from him. Lawrence sighed with annoyance and rubbed his head. “Look, when you're ready to tell me what is wrong I am right-” “-I have already told you.” Lawrence frowned. “Remind me.” “...It is your own fault if you were not listening.” She turned her face away. “It is not the kind of a thing any real man would make a lady say twice.” He crooked a brow, but lifted his head in revelation a moment later. “Ahh....” He closed his eyes and collected himself, and then stood up. “It's raining quite badly, isn't it?” Holo watched him warily. Lawrence approached the door to their room and walked out. It seems like the fool has finally figured it out. She dead-panned. Though I suppose that remains to be seen.... She lifted her tail into her lap and groomed it. When Lawrence returned, he cleared his throat before speaking. “I talked to one of the crew. They're going to work on getting you a bucket, but it might take a little awhile. There is a storm about to hit and it's all hands on deck.” I could have told you that! Holo's jaw clenched. I did tell you that. “Also....” He rubbed the back of his head and smiled nervously. “It is stupid, I know, but I forgot about your tail. That would be difficult to hide on a ship.” She looked back at him with an expression that said she found him as stupid as he felt.  Looks like he figured it out. At least most of it. Will he remember the most important thing, however? “Good. It is about time. You do realize a mistake like that could cause you to lose many of your precious coins?” Lawrence blushed a bit and coughed into his hand. “W-Well, I wouldn't worry. When it comes that I am more careful.” He then headed for the table and sat down. He looked at Holo and at the tail in her hand. Seeing that her time was clearly occupied, he turned back to his money. “Speaking of which....” he mumbled, before disappearing completely into his own world again. Holo sat there, wide eyed, fighting the urge hang her mouth open in amazement. Could he truly be so dense? No, 'tis not possible.... 'Tis not possible somebody be as... as... stupid as this! She clenched her jaw. Does he not see what is in front of him unless it jingles and sparkled in the light? To forget about me for a bit and to get lost on his own I understand, but to say that. Surely it was a message? A jest? No. He is not smart enough for that. He merely spoke his mind, and he did so in the most transparent and rude way possible. Holo sat there racking her brain for suitable way to pay him back, something appropriate that would send a powerful message about what he had done, but nothing came to her. Whether the proceeds had been too egregious or she was too blinded by shock and annoyance to come up with anything clever she couldn't say; all she knew was that she would get him back for this. She crossed her legs and sipped her wine again. I do hope they hurry with that bucket. Holo groomed her tail for awhile, and then she petted it, trying to look busy as she stared off into a corner lost in thought. Those for whose benefit she needed to appear busy she was not sure. When she turned around to strike up a conversation with Col—partially with the intent to mock Lawrence—she found him curled up in his hammock sleeping blissfully, and Lawrence was so busy with his ledgers and bean counting had no worried of seeming this way or another. She crossed her legs a bit tighter. Where are they?! The boat swayed, almost as if in response to her thought. I understand the crew is busy handling the storm, but surely taking time to bring one bucket to one Wisewolf is not such a difficult task...? Unless they've forgotten me. Or more likely they have forgotten the fool and his meandering way of speaking. Holo squirmed. This is all his fault. He hasn't even turned around since he came back. He doesn't care at all that I have to relieve myself and can't until that bucket gets here. She frowned tightly. It is embarrassing to admit, but it's bad. It's one thing when I am drunk, but I am will not be reduced to dancing around like I am a child while I am sober. It is too shameful! She blushed at the thought. But it is bad. A lot worse than it should be considering how much I drank. I'll have to tell Lawrence. She glared daggers at his back. As much as it sickens me to even mention his name again. At least it'll give him a chance to redeem himself. Maybe he won't act like a complete fool this time.... “It is... worse now.” She said suddenly. Lawrence paused his writing and sat there, still for several moments. Then his head rose. “The need to pee?” “Yes,” she replied quickly. “It has been awhile.” “It has, but I'm sure they're very busy handling the storm.” “I'm sure they are, but what if they have forgotten? Am I supposed to remain like this all night...?” “You will not remain like that all night. If they don't come down soon, I will ask again, but I don't want to bother them with it. I don't need the crew thinking we are a hassle, or, even worse, telling that to the captain.” Holo opened her mouth to offer a rebuttal, but she let it close before speaking. “So just hold it for a little longer, okay?” At no point in his lecture did Lawrence turn around to actually look at Holo. When she didn't respond, he simply sighed and returned to his ledger.  I cannot believe he would treat me like this! She thought, her jaw clenched again. I am sitting here trying to wet myself like a child and the only thing he cares about is his precious money! Maybe I should mark up on the deck and disrobe for all to see. I wonder what Lawrence would have to say to that! She swallowed and squirmed again. Her eyes veered over to him, and after verifying that he was not looking in her direction (which was of no surprise), she slipped a hand between her legs. This is nothing short of degrading! To make me, Holo the Wisewolf, hold her pee without making any effort to help.... Fool! I should go behind that crates over there and make water without saying a word. Holo's ears flicked a bit. …I could, couldn't I? It is not the sort of thing that I'd like Col to see of me, but.... She turned around and found him sleeping soundly. And since we are on a ship the urine would just soak into the wood after awhile, and it isn't as if it would affect the smell in here much. ...Who exactly would it trouble if I was to urinate over there? Not any of the crew, surely, but maybe.... She looked daggers at Lawrence's back again. All I have to do is stand up and walk over there. She squirmed again and bit her lip. Nature would do the rest.... She frowned and rose silently.  See how you like this! She thought bitterly, approaching the crates. Lawrence stopped writing as he heard the sound of her footsteps. He listened to her, and turned around just as she was disappearing behind the crates. A suspicion made him rise. Holo stood in the back by a solitary window peeping out into the rainy abyss, her legs crossed tighter than she was willing to admit. She lifted her dress skirt and squatted down, embarrassed by how quickly she began to urinate. The warm liquid ran down her buttocks and sprayed on to the wood in front of her with a wet, hollow echo. That instant, Lawrence rounded the corner. His jaw dropped. “H-Holo!” She looked up at him, sneering, too angry to feel embarrassed.  “What are you doing?! Stop!” “I can't stop, fool!” “B-But you can't-! You-!” “Idiot! Don't act like this isn't your fault! I've been waiting for over an hour and you've done hardly a thing to get me somewhere to go!” Lawrence went silent for a moment, his face struck with a sudden awe. “But... I... you can't....” “Enough! Stop staring at me! I will make sure you know just how wrong you are when I finish!” Lawrence turned around and walked out of sight, stuck standing dumbstruck as various realizations dawned on him. Holo's powerful stream against the wood slowly turned to a trickle and series of spurts that last for some time. When she was finally satisfied, she shook her bottom half, but to no avail. “Fetch me something to wipe with.” Lawrence obeyed faithfully, grabbing a handkerchief from the table and bringing over to her, a blush on his face as he looked at her glistening privates. “You are such a fool.” She snatched the handkerchief away and cleaned herself. “A true idiot.” She stood and draped her dress skirt back down to her ankles as she stepped away from her mess. He followed her away from the crates, back into the center of the room. She turned to face him, sneering. She lifted her foot and brought down onto his own. “Ow!” “You fool!” “Holo, if you had to go that bad, why didn't you-” “I tried to tell you!” She perched herself on her toes and leaned in close to his face. “But you were so concerned with your money that you didn't care!” Lawrence stared at her, as if his mind were processing things at a million miles per hour. And then his expression widened in a sudden understanding. “Ahh.” “Do not say 'ahh' as if you have it all figured out! It is not just that you ignored me, but that you forgot!” “Forgot...? Forgot about what?” “Exactly! Had you been paying more attention maybe you would have remembered. And I think now of all times would have been when you should have been paying attention, since you know I don't like traveling over sea.” Lawrence's expression of epiphany turned to one of guilt. She sat down on her hammock and sank downward, her arms crossed tight. “I am amazed, simply amazed by your foolishness. You've acted selfishly before, but nothing like this! It was as if I didn't even exist, but I exist now, don't I? ...Fool. And I could have looked past it all if you'd only have remembered—though if you had, I doubt there would be anything for me to look pa-” “-Falling off!” He said, as if the idea had struck him out of nowhere. She looked up at him, silent. “You're afraid of the ship swaying to the side. Your tail wasn't the only reason you didn't want to go up there. It was because you're afraid you'll fall into the water.” She blushed a bit, embarrassed at hearing it said so frankly. “A little late to the finish line, aren't we?” She lifts her tail into her lap and begins to groom it again. He slapped his head. “Damn it....” “Don't worry,” she said, suddenly calm. “Since you've spent so much time pouring over your money, you should know just how much you have to make it up to me.”
The horizon-line was where the sky was at its bluest, and as her head rose it became increasingly transparent, until she was staring straight up, where the sky looked black.  Holo lowered her head and pondered the phenomenon, rubbing the back of her neck in discomfort. Her eye lids were heavy with lethargy, but it was too early for another nap. She yawned into her hand and stretched, her tail becoming taut, its fur rising on end for several moments. “It's a nice day.” Craft Lawrence kept his hands on the reigns and his eyes forward. The passive smile on his lips showed his contentment. “Aye. It seems the storm has finally passed.” The days before had involved dark clouds swooping in with little warning, and with them came heavy winds leaden with droplets of water, sometimes leading into unpredictable downpours that ended as quickly as they had begun. “Thankfully. I was beginning to worry your fur might never completely dry.” “How thoughtful,” she spoke with sincerity, but immediately followed with a playful glance, “...or maybe it was just the cold of the rain that had made you long for my tail's warmth?” Lawrence chuckled. It was not rare for his true feelings to be revealed by Holo's astuteness, but normally she did not see through him quite so quickly. “Though, I must admit I am thankful as well. Grooming wet fur can be tedious.” The tip of her tail flicked underneath her robe. “When it is wet, it becomes heavy, and the knots become difficult to sift through. 'Tis worse when it is dried and then wet again. It can become a truly frustrating task.” “...I never realized having fur was so complicated.”     “'Tis hardly complicated... yet, it does seem to come with its complications.” “A wise statement.” Lawrence smiled. “Reminds me of someone I know.” Holo glared back at him in annoyance. “This mystery person must be quite interesting. 'Tis a shame I cannot say the same about you.” “...Would you prefer me to be more complicated, then-?” “-No.” Her answer caught him off guard. He glanced over and found her inches from his face, a mocking smile on her lips. “I prefer you simple. You are easier to tease.” Lawrence swallowed, realizing the moment the spit slid down his throat that any chance of coming out on top had gone with it. She returned to her side of the cart, smiling. Lawrence grimaced. “...Do not be like that. If you were as complex as I, who would I have to make fun of?” “You say that as if complexity is a good thing.” He spoke with exaggerated sulk.  “Are you saying that it is not?” Lawrence responded with mild astonishment. “What do you mean? Of course simplicity is preferable to complexity. Why would I want something needlessly complex...?” Holo turned away from him, seeming to consider the question deeply. Several moments later, she turned back and responded: “Is it not true then that certain things in this world are not needed, but are at the same time?” “Not needed and are at the same time...?” “Aye. What is a need one day might merely be a fancy the next. And who is to say what the next day will hold?” “Hmm.” Lawrence sat in silent contemplation, skeptical at first, but slowly beginning to see the dual meaning behind her words. One could argue that needs are the only things a person truly “needs,” but in a way, that is not true, as that assumes the goal itself is just staying alive, and forgets the critical aspect of satisfaction.  If he were lost in the woods with no supplies, things like bread, cheap brews, and even basic companionship would begin to seem like luxuries, all things that had grown to be a given to him in his current state. However, if he had those things and more, such as the shop he had been dreaming about for years, he would not simply be able to ride the waves of complacency to old age. He would feel compelled to utilize his shop to bring in greater profits, and would likely risk everything on that journey for the constantly fleeting phenomenon known as contentment. The complexity Holo referred to was more than just additional steps on the way to gratification. She referred to complexity as the goal itself, in the same way a mountain climber views the mountain. The peak and the journey are not so far removed when one considers two antithetical terms in unison. “Do you see now?” Lawrence could feel the smugness emanating off of her. He had been bested thrice thus far. He had to even the score. “I do.” “...?” “But do not forget, the peak is the goal of the mountain climber, while the mountain is the enemy. Complexity itself is what we seek to defeat... to simplify it and hold it in our hands.” She looked back at him with a pout.  Lawrence glanced at her and turned away again, a smile returning to his face. A moment later, he felt warm air brush against his ear lobe. He turned around and found her on her hands and knees, inches from his face. “He thinks himself a philosopher now, eh? Give a dog a bone and he will have the wisdom to hide it. I suppose the same cannot be said for merchants.” This time Lawrence resisted the urge to swallow. “I know I will regret asking this... but am I wrong?” “Consider this: it is through difficulty that we find love.” She retook her seat. “...So it is through complexity that we find satisfaction?” “Not exactly, no.” “Then what is it?” Lawrence waited several moments for her reply, but it never came. She was looking straight ahead, the hood of her robe blocking her face from view. “I suppose she wants me to figure it out for myself....” Lawrence pondered it for about a minute before breaking the forced silence. He considered suggesting difficulty or love were the paths to satisfaction, but found the answers insufficient, and knew Holo would have no mercy on him if he answered not only wrongly, but poorly as well.... “Is it through triumph?” He looked over at her, as a child does seeking approval.  The smile that crossed her lips was one of true pleasure. “So now I will ask: what is a mountain climber without a mountain to climb?” “Ah....” Another content smile settled on Lawrence's lips. “So both simplicity and complexity have their places, then?” “As the night and day have theirs.” They had grown silent, but their surroundings were noisy with the chirping of birds and the sound of the breeze stirring up the grass. The wheels of the wagon rumbled against the dirt, creaking almost inaudibly, and the sound of horseshoes moved along with it, like a metronome. He inhaled deeply and took in the intermingling scents of various trees and greenery, detecting the faint hint of leather from the cargo in the back and the even fainter smell of wine emanating from Holo's lips.... His eyebrows tightened. “Holo!” She brought the jug to her lips and took another swig before replying. “What is it?” “What are you doing?! It's still morning!” “Oh. Where are my manners...?” She extended the jug out to him, as if to offer him a drink. “No! T-that's not-” he faltered and then sighed. “That's not what I mean. Why are you drinking so early?” “'Tis such a nice day. Seems I could enjoy it a bit more with wine.” “Can't you at least wait until dinner?” “By then the day will be long past.” “That is... true, but... that is still no reason to drink so early!” “If you would like for me to put it away, then say so. There is no need to chastise me like I am a child.” She turned away from him in an ironically child-like way. “Yes,” he sighed. “I would like you to put it away.” “So be it then.” She plugged the jug and twisted around to set it in the back of the cart. When she turned back around, her eyebrows tightened and she glanced down toward her lap. “Could you please stop for a moment? I would like to relieve myself.” He sighed again. “Can you wait until we get to the next town? I am in a bit of a hurry, and if we don't arrive there soon, I may not have time to move this leather. I'd really rather not be held up another day just for that.” She scowled back at him. “How long do you think I plan on taking?” “Every minute counts.... Look, town isn't far. I'm sure we'll be there before noon. You can hold it.” “Before noon, eh...?” She turned around to inspect the positioning of the sun. “I suppose I can wait if it is really so important to you.” She spoke with marked annoyance. “Thank you.” She frowned and crossed her arms. It was a position that said 'this isn't over,' but Holo's greatest weapon against Lawrence was patience, and this was one game where time was not on her side. As the wheels of the cart continued on, Holo found herself looking back increasingly often to check the movement of the sun. It was a shameful position to find herself in, primarily because it could have been circumvented entirely if she had just asked for him to stop the moment she had felt the need to go. Reiterating her need to stop so soon after her initial request would reveal to Lawrence that she had been holding it in for quite some time, much like a child having too much fun to take a break from playing. Worse yet was the rebounding it would have on their previous conversation, which would reveal just how caught up in it she had been. She glanced down at her lap to see if the form of her legs pressed tightly against each other was visible beneath her robe, and seeing that it was not, she placed a precautionary hand on her thigh, keeping it close to her privates in case she had to suddenly react. It was ridiculous to let things grow so bad that she would consider emergency plans over just re-imploring Lawrence to stop, but each time she tried to find the right words to form her request, nothing came. After what felt an eternity of silence and subdued squirming, she was struck with an unpleasant twinge in her abdomen, and a realization of regret. The few mouthfuls of wine she had consumed, though not enough for even a light-buzz, had triggered her least favorite affect of alcohol: a powerful need to urinate with an alarmingly quick onset. She took a moment to consider how much more bearable her dilemma would be while drunk, but quickly reconsidered, knowing that if she were drunk, she would have long forced Lawrence to stop with her wine-loosened tongue. She swallowed nervously as one of her legs started to flex and then lightly bob at the knee. She internalized the desire to fidget, but the result was a slow accumulation of unreleased tension in the base of her gut, filling her lower areas with a strong urge to push, and lessening her ability to resist the already crippling pressure. It dawned on her that hiding her need would soon cease to be a possibility, as she would either become so obvious Lawrence would see through her, or in her vehement resolve to keep herself still, she would inadvertently wet herself, ending the farce in the worst possible way. She mentally debated her options: to either continue on in stubbornness and wait for Lawrence to take notice of her situation, making her both look and feel like a child in the process; or speak up and force him to stop the wagon, revealing her aforementioned holding during their verbal spar. As she struggled to decide, she hid light motions beneath her robe, knowing that if she did not conclude otherwise soon, Lawrence would catch on. Her pondering went on, and then continued on, the pressure growing worse with each tick that passed. She had originally thought that making no choice meant Lawrence discovering the predicament on his own, but when twenty more minutes passed, she could no longer bear the fruits of his density, and both of her legs began to vibrate with quick, wide movements. How he had not seen the movement from the corner of his eye or felt the disturbance in the wagon from her constant shifting around was nothing short of a mystery to her. She was beginning to suspect he had caught on awhile ago, but was deliberately remaining quiet. Over the unbearable waves of pressure coming from between her legs, she could delegate little energy to deciphering Lawrence's intent and level of insight. All she knew was that if she did not speak soon, her worst case scenario was going to happen. Her lips spread an imperceptible distance, in preparation for the words she was still not sure how to speak, when suddenly, with a sensation similar to a mountain climber finding much needed footing on a narrow steep, she felt the pieces connect together.  The idea occurred to her with a sudden wave of frustration. Without a word, she got up and moved herself to the back of the wagon, placing a hand against her overburdened privates the moment she was out of sight. Lawrence could have stopped at any point, she reasoned. He knew she had needed to go, and instead, he chose to forgo a minor inconvenience that would have brought her much relief. It's just like a chamber pot, she continued reasoning, smiling with malevolent pleasure. Lawrence could hear a quiet rustling behind him, the first noise unrecognizable, the second sounding akin to fabric brushing against other fabric. He turned back curiously and was greeted by a truly peculiar sight: Her robe was pulled up, her pants were pulled down, and her tail was arched up higher than usual, her exposed bottom facing toward him. He saw her behind quickly descend, the faintest trace of liquid dribbling down as she lowered it. There was the sound of water droplets against wood, and as her butt collided with the top of a bucket, the water droplets turned into a full on blast beating into the side of the bucket. She sighed with a slightly pained expression that soon turned into bliss. “H-Holo!” “I am in heaven...” “Wh-wh-what are you... What are you doing?!” “What does it look like?” “What makes you think that-” he faltered. “I just... why are you...? Why are you peeing in a bucket?!” “Do not act as if this is not your fault! I asked you to stop.” “Y-yes, that's true, but... if it was that bad you could have just said something!” “I shouldn't have needed to. If it was just a few more miles, I would have understood, but trying to guilt trip me into holding it for so long.... That is just cruel. Hmpf.” She turned away from him, still peeing a heavy stream into the bucket. “I...” Lawrence continued watching her with astonishment, his cheeks a dark shade of red. “There is no need to apologize. I believe with this we are even.... Also, I do hope you enjoyed gawking at me like a confused child the entire time.” Lawrence turned away muttering incomprehensibly.  Holo's stream came to a creeping stop, and when it finished, she pulled up her pants and dumped the contents of the bucket out of the back of the wagon onto the road. She then returned to the front of the wagon and took her seat next to Lawrence. “...You know I use that to feed the horse? I'm going to have to wash it out when we get to town.” “Maybe you should have considered that before making an unreasonable demand of me.” Lawrence knew better than to respond. He just turned away with a mixture of confusion and stoicism.... But after several moments, the words seemed to leave his mouth on their own accord: “Really, though... How long did you have to go? I've never heard someone pee that-ow!” Holo stomped on his foot and crossed her arms in annoyance, turning away from him with her cheeks blushing warmly. Much to her dismay, he had concluded precisely what she had hoped would stay out of his thoughts. Lawrence turned away, smiling wryly. She may have won battle after battle, but attrition had won him the war.
There was an earthy-sweet scent that floated around Holo whenever she spent a long time in a thick coat or piled under warm blankets. Lawrence was too bashful to ever vocalize the sensual images that the aroma summoned in his mind, but he often caught himself silently sniffing the air around her, in hopes he would catch a small whiff in passing. He had a hand on each of her shoulders and was helping the stumbling Holo navigate through a regal hall. Her head was bobbing around like she had long lost control of her neck, and her eyes rolled in all directions as if the idea of looking straight were an ancient joke. He'd have been enjoying that earthy-sweetness then, had her skin not smelled so strongly of wine. “I don't believe I've ever seen you this drunk....”  “You've said that twice now.” Her words came out slurred, but articulate enough to make Lawrence give an impressed chuckle. “Then I meant it two-fold. Shall I say it a third time?” “There is... no need.... I shall consider it noted!” Lawrence smiled, not entirely sober himself. “Are you going to be alright like this? I've never seen you lose your balance before.” “Hmpf! He must be struck dumb by the spectacle of firsts! How else would I stomach such an insult?” “...What?” “Bah! Can't even follow the simplest words.... Is he sure that I am the drunk one?” “You are definitely the drunk one.” Beyond surviving the onslaught of nonsense coming from her mouth—that was no doubt poetry in her inebriated mind—he was tasked only with keeping her moving in the right direction, and keeping her on her feet for the entirety of the walk. It would have been easier had her steps been full strides, but she was taking near baby steps, making what should have only taken a couple minutes into an epic ordeal. When he'd questioned her speed, she had remained silent for several moments, as if formulating an extensive, thoroughly detailed response to his inquisition, but all she had said in return was “the only difference between me and a fool is a step. If I am to take one step too wide, then a fool I will be!” He'd remained silent and contemplated it, at first assuming that she had meant she'd have lost her balance and fallen, but with his hands gripping her shoulders, that would have been nothing short of a feat.  The only alternative he could think of was that she needed to piss, which would have explained her unusual posture--she was leaned forward and bent at the stomach and knees—but he failed to understand why she insisted on speaking in only drunken riddles. When they reached their room, Lawrence opened the door and helped her inside. She went limp the moment her butt was above the extravagantly covered and criminally soft bed-spread, causing Lawrence to nearly drop her. She landed on it and fell backward, her feet still planted on the ground.  She grimaced and grabbed her crotch, lifting her legs several inches. She sat up and used her elbow for support, looking as if the discomfort between her legs was the only thing keeping her from falling back down. “That was uncomfortable.” “Ah. So you do have to go then.” “I said so earlier, did I not?” “You said a lot of things earlier, but I don't-” “-Bah! There is no time for your quips. The difference between a fool and a saint can be only a few words, and right now, I have no time for any of your words.” Holo had forced herself to sit up, but she was drunkenly swaying back and forth and had to catch herself from falling over several times. She still had her hand between her legs, and her legs were clasped tightly around it. “It is uncomfortable to lean forward. Lawrence, fetch me the chamber pot.” “Yes, my queen.” Lawrence mocked her, but Holo did not respond. He got down on the his knees and looked under the bed. Several moments later, he spoke: “It looks like the servant forgot to bring it up. I will go down and get one.” Holo's face contorted into one of surprise. “That is... disappointing.” “Yeah, it's a little annoying. Especially after he specifically told us he was going to put one in here.” He sighed. “Anyway, I'll be back in a few.” “Go quickly, or else you may have to make a second trip for new covers.” Lawrence put one finger in the air. “I suppose the difference between old and new covers is the same as the difference between the fool and a saint.” He smiled, clearly satisfied with himself. “If you have time to waste on jokes then you have time to walk.” Lawrence sighed and shook his head. When he had left the room, Holo sighed as well, and then grimaced. “Hnrrrg.” She pressed her other hand into her crotch and re-clasped her legs. Her tumble onto the bed had turned a desperate situation into a tragic one, and when she had sat up, she'd even become aware of a faint sensation of dampness that she'd swore had not been there before. She looked around the room in hopes the pot had been misplaced, and that she would find it safely tucked away in a corner, beckoning to be used. She considered getting up to look for it, but she was too afraid to stand. “Bah!” If new covers were needed, than she'd have no reason to feel guilty. Had the servant never falsely declared that he would be bringing them a chamber pot, than she would have never counted on her room being a worthy sanctuary. Had he never failed to do his job in the first place, she'd have not ended up in such a situation, and there would be no question of new covers at all. She growled. A moment later, her body stiffened and she gasped. She felt a droplet of something slip past her, quickly absorbing into the fabric of her pants. It had come out on its own, with no warning.  She looked down at her lap in drunken confusion as a small warm patch formed around her groin, followed by a warm droplet that ran down her butt cheek. She swallowed and tried to tighten her lower muscles, but the attempt only caused more droplets to leak out, forcing her to come to terms with how little control she had over her over-full, alcohol-numbed body. It dawned on her that attempting to wait for Lawrence to return could actually make 'new covers' the goal of a second trip, and taking a bath in the ice cold weather while intensely drunk was no pleasant thought, either.  But what was she to do? She had no way of knowing when she would do serious damage to the fabric around her, and she had no way of containing her urine. She could attempt to make for the courtyard, but she doubted she could stand without potentially losing all control, let alone hold on until she stumbled her way outside. “Grrrr!” She was becoming frustrated. She was drunk, tired, and really had to piss. If she ruined the covers of the bed, she would feel no guilt for it, and she was too drunk to feel any serious embarrassment until morning; however, urinating on herself or in her clothes was not an option, for more reasons than she could mentally keep track of in her frazzled state.  She felt another droplet come out. And then another. The thought of standing was nauseating, but she had no choice. She forced herself to her feet. “Mhm!” She leaned forward and half-squatted, her mouth held open in pure surprise.  She waddled over to the opposite end of the room, losing more urine with every step.  The moment the first droplet traveled down her thigh, she reached the very corner of the room, by the window. She closed her eyes, ripped her pants down, and squatted all the way down to the floor. There was the sound of urine splashing against stone, and then, the sound of liquid against liquid. The stream shot between her legs and formed a rapidly expanding puddle in front of her that soon flooded back against her toes. She tried to shift positions, but the intense feelings of relief surging through her body combined with the alcohol had left her too dizzy to move. She moaned softly and pursed her brow, enjoying the feeling of warmth in her cheeks and all through her face. There was still a feeling of pressure in her lower stomach, and she wondered how long she would remain there, urinating on the floor like a child. But she didn't care. She refused to care until after the deed was done. The pleasure too great, and the fault was surely not her her own. “Holo....?” She slowly opened her eyes, gradually accepting the change in atmosphere ushered in by Lawrence's entering of the room. He stood there, dumbfounded and unable to speak. She squatted there, reveling in bliss with nothing to say. After what had been a minute of powerful urination, her stream came to a slow, staggering dribble. She looked around and, upon spotting the drapery, reached out and used it to clean herself. Afterward, she pulled up her pants and struggled to her feet, realizing at some point squatting had become easier than standing. “Do not just stand there like a fool. Come over here and help me to the bed.” Lawrence jolted as if woken up from a dream. He rushed over and did as she said. “I do wish you'd say something.” She sat down on the bed and fell back, but this time, she allowed herself to stay there. “Your quiet is making this more awkward than it needs to be.” “...I don't know if that is possible.” “The servant said it! Didn't he? He said he'd bring a chamber pot! And what pot do you see here, Lawrence? Because I see none!” “I am holding one....” “Yes. And it was too late, was it not? Is it not true that a saint can have the wisest words, but if they are not spoken in time, they are but dirt?” Lawrence sighed and let his shoulders go slack. “I sure hope I don't have to pay for those drapes....”
Author's note: Alright, I actually bothered to check the SAO Wiki while writing this. Are there any glaring canonical inconsistencies this time?! --------------- Shino opened her eyes, and the world's light momentarily blinded her. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate, because this wasn't the real world, and her eyes weren't being utilized. This was the virtual world of ALfheim Online, her first time experiencing the fantasy environment. And that meant she was no longer Shino Asada, she was taking on the name Sinon, as she had entered as her player name. This was a brand new adventure, with a brand new her. Sinon wasn't much of a gamer, but over the last year, she had become a frequent player of another VRMMO, Gun Gale Online, becoming one of the game's top players in the process as she sniped all competition from a distance too far to see. It was there, on the eve of the third Bullet of Bullets tournament, that she met Kirito. After getting caught up in his game of survival against Death Gun, where she very nearly died in reality, she agreed to join Kirito and his group of friends in their MMO of choice. To say that these sights were alien to her would be an understatement. She had plenty of experience in the video game world, with all the hours she had logged into GGO, but that only made the culture shock worse. GGO was dark, brown, post-apocalyptic, violent and depressing, and the fantasy environment of ALO was...the exact opposite, in every single way. Bright, colorful, and exotic, the empty forest she had spawned in seemed to sing like a cartoon. Sinon smiled, maybe this would be a welcome change of pace from all the recent stress of her other realities. However, her awe was interrupted by a ding, a small notification popping up at the corner of her vision. Friend request from: Kirito. Accept? "W-wow, how fast is he?" She had seen Kirito's speed in an action in GGO, but that was movement speed. This was a whole other category. "I just made my character!" Regardless, she tapped the circle icon on the window to accept, making her first friend in her new game, she was sure the rest would come flooding in soon. With no idea where she was, she leaned back against a tree and waited for something to happen. For a while, things were quiet, with no additional pop-ups or other players. In fact, this area seemed pretty empty for a "massively multiplayer" game. Was the world just huge, or were there not many players, at this time or any? She didn't do any research before jumping in, just trusting Kirito's recommendation, along with those female friends of his she met. "So why aren't they sending over friend requests?" Just before the situation could become depressing, that everyone else who claimed to be her friend was ignoring her, a distant rustling of the tree's branches put her on guard. Out of habit, she reached over her shoulder and gripped, only to be met with empty air instead of the sniper rifle she usually carried. She had to be reminded, this was a new game, and she was unarmed and defenseless. Still, she readied her fists to stand a modicum of a chance in a fight. She soon discovered, however, that her preparation was for naught, as a black-robed player flew out from the shroud of the green leaves of the forest. He looked different, but Sinon could not mistake that needlessly-dark fashion sense. "Kirito!" Upon hearing his name, Kirito stopped hovering and looked down. "There you are, Sinon!" He descended, landing softly next to her. "Good to see you didn't spawn somewhere dangerous. There's no control to where you first appear, so long as it's on the overworld." "How did you find me so fast?" "Well, you sent me that text that you were about to log in for the first time, so I jumped in and started watching the player list for a 'Sinon'. Soon as I saw it, I sent the friend request, which put you on my map. Then it was just a matter of flying over. So, you went with a Cait Sith avatar?" That's right, Sinon was given a choice between nine races, and she had chosen the cat-like Cait Sith. "Yes, the stats said they had the best eyesight and accuracy. Why? What made you choose your race?" "Spriggan? Uh...they...had the ability to use any weapon." Kirito sounded absolutely unconvincing, no one could possibly fall for that lie. "You picked it because they wore black, right?" "...oh right! Lisbeth had something for you!" Kirito started tapping through his menus, into his inventory, and selecting a silver bow, materializing it in his hand. "We figured you'd want to continue playing ranged, and from your explanation for picking Cait Sith, looks like we were right." Sinon took the bow, pulling the string in her arm to get a feel for the tension and raising it to her eye to look down its sights. "So where is everyone else? Didn't you all offer to show me the ropes?" "Everyone else is busy today with their own things, so it'll just be the two of us." Just then, something rustled inside Kirito's breast pocket, and the covering unfurled, allowing a small black-haired fairy girl to fly out, coming to rest on Kirito's shoulder. "Don't forget me, daddy!" "Right, and Yui's here too." Kirito acted like it was nothing unusual, but Sinon wasn't convinced. "Is that an NPC partner or something?" "I wouldn't call her that...it's complicated. Anyway, ALO really isn't much like GGO, so you're going to need the rundown on magic, skills, quests, all the standard MMO mechanics. First things first, while you've we still need to head to town and buy your equipment." Kirito flashed a thumbs-up, with a matching smile. "Think of it as paying you back for doing the same for me." Sinon looked over the black swordsman, suspiciously. "Okay...but it's not ending the same way, not on my watch. I have absolutely no interest in seeing your underwear." Kirito was not expecting that response, he reeled back in shock and almost fell over backwards because of it. "W-who said that's what I wanted?! I-I mean, Asuna would kill-" "Come on, take a joke!" She closed the distance and smacked Kirito on the shoulder. "Alright, let's see how well you pay me back. How close is the nearest town?" "W-well, it's not far, but you can't fly yet. Whether we walk or you try and use your wings, it'll take us around an hour." He began walking back the way he came, deliberately keeping slow pace so as to not outrun Sinon. Unfortunately, the consideration didn't mean much when she wasn't paying attention to his exit. "Wait, now I have to learn to fly? Hey, get back here!" She chased after him, on their way to the closest village to armor up, the first step on a grand adventure in a brave new world. Though Yui still had some questions. "What was she talking about, daddy? Did you see her naked?" "She still had underwear! Listen, you don't need to worry about it, Yui," Kirito assured, nervously laughing to defuse the tension. "I promise, I love your mommy very much, and I would never cheat on her!" "Okay...but I'm still telling mommy!" "You don't need to do that!" The two continued to bicker, as Sinon suddenly wondered what she had gotten herself into. This could turn out bad, if these were only part of the weirdos that would serve as her new, only friends. --------------- "That's it, Sinon, concentrate," Kirito whispered. "Keep the string pulled back, tension high." "Trust me, my tension's high enough already," Sinon grumbled. The two were kneeling on the apex of a small hill, looking out over an empty field, a single boar enemy minding its own business out in the open. Kirito had made good on his word of equipping her, even giving up some of his funds to dress her in armor reminiscent of her GGO attire, and now they were working off the debt and getting a combat tutorial done at the same time. Problem was, Kirito was a really annoying tutorial. "I know more about sniping than you ever will, you don't have to give me a lecture on every tiny detail." "But have you ever fired a bow before?" "Have you?" "...just wait for an opening to hit the boar, and...now!" Upon hearing the command, Sinon let her grip on the bowstring loose and sent the nocked arrow flying...where it landed safely in the grass, not even halfway to the target. The boar didn't even notice, and went about its grazing, oblivious. Of course, there were significant differences to shooting a bow compared to a sniper rifle, but that still seemed pretty pathetic. "That was only, like, a hundred meters! Is that the best a bow can do?" "Yes, most bows rarely have a higher range stat than yours," Yui informed, reminding Sinon of her presence after she had been quiet this whole time. "The only bows with significantly higher range are legendary bows." "Then I want a legendary bow." "Calm down, Sinon. You've been playing this game for two hours, it's way too early to start thinking about legendary weapons. No, you just need more practice." Kirito began contemplating, complete with thumb and index finger outlining his chin, as he looked to the distance for inspiration. Half a minute later, the idea hit him. "Why don't we go to a dungeon? The corridors are narrow, so you won't have to worry about range, and with me to help with higher-level monsters, you'll be learning new skills by the minute!" "A dungeon? How long is that going to take," Sinon asked, her face falling slightly in nervous worry. Kirito shrugged. "Couple hours. Why? Do you have something else to do today?" "W-well...no, not really, it's just...you know, never mind. If you think it's best, then let's do it." "Nice! Alright, I've got a dungeon in mind, not too far from here! I promise, I'll get you on equal footing with the rest of the team by the end of the day!" With the fire of determination that a clear goal provided, Kirito began running towards the dungeon, requiring Sinon to dash just to keep up. If this was the real world, she'd be out of breath already. Unfortunately, her stamina was not the only aspect of her real world body that she was thinking about at the moment. Before diving into the game, she hadn't used the bathroom in a decent amount of time. She didn't have to go when her consciousness shifted, but she was still preparing for it, it wouldn't do much good to need to go while she was unresponsive on her bed. She figured this session wouldn't take too long, and she'd be back in her apartment with enough time to make it to the toilet easily. But now, with a dungeon on the horizon that would take a couple of hours to clear, that timing was looking a lot more worrying. What was she supposed to do if she got desperate in that dungeon, alone with Kirito? "No. Don't panic, Shino," she reassured herself. "You're going to do perfectly fine. You'll be done before you know it, and then the bathroom is right there. You have nothing to be scared of." She was confident, her bladder could handle a minor inconvenience like this. --------------- "Now, fire!" Kirito jumped back from the large monster, opening a path for Sinon, hanging high in the air, to fire an arrow. But this was no ordinary arrow, thanks to the skills she had learned from slaying other enemies, it flew through the air like a missile with a misty aura. It pierced the monster's right arm, coating the limb with a thick shell of ice, weighing the creature down and causing it to drop its giant cleaver. And, with an opening created, Kirito ran in, sword glowing and screaming like a lunatic, and sliced a deep gash into its side. A loud roar echoed throughout the chamber, prompting the two to keep their distance, fearing the beast may enter a desperation attack. Alas, it didn't happen, as the creature instead fell over, exploded into polygons, and was no more. "Phew...that was a war of attrition," Sinon commented, holding her bow at ease. "Dungeons are supposed to be cleared by huge groups of players," Kirito informed, sheathing his sword. "Bosses in particular are usually near-fifty player affairs. That's why we're in a lower-tier dungeon, and why I'm sure we can do this at all. After all, I'm an experienced solo player from the SAO days." "Alright, no need to boast. Let's just keep going, so we can fight that boss and get this done." She watched her partner turn away and begin walking away, towards the opposite door from the one they entered from, and found herself pulling her bow back up to combat position. "You ever been told you're really trusting? We still haven't settled our duel from GGO, what's stopping me from shooting you in the back and end our rivalry right there?" "A bullet, straight from your gun to my heart? You know, some people call that a love letter. You've proven to be honorable, like the swordsmen of old. When we do settle the score, it'll be a true duel with both of us at our best. And it'll be regulation, within the rules of the system." Everything past the whole "love letter" statement went right past Sinon without her properly hearing. As soon as that was spoken, her face started burning in a blush, the red glow complemented and highlighted by the green hue of her hair and outfit. At least it was kept to herself, as Kirito was still facing away at the time. Desperate for a distraction, she opened up her in-game menu to check the clock and see how long she had been stuck with this moron. But the time she was presented with put her into a higher panic than their conversation. "It's been two hours already?!" "Oh, has it," Kirito mused, but without any of the same fear. "But I thought you said you didn't have anything else to do." "I-I mean, n-nothing planned, but I had other things I still wanted to get done today! You know, get my laundry done and stuff!" Now that time was the question, Kirito opened his menu to confirm the hour. "It's only 4. There's still a few more floors left to clear, so I'm thinking another hour should do it." He waved his arm in the direction he was going, prodding Sinon on. "All the more reason to get a move on!" She couldn't argue with that, time would be of the essence now, because she did have an urgent task to attend to back in the real world. The last time she had used the restroom was when she woke up, at around 9 in the morning. And while the only extra fluids she had consumed was a small bit of water with lunch before diving in, nothing could mitigate that seven hours had passed, and she had enough experience with her body to know that meant trouble. After all, she needed the toilet somewhat urgently whenever she came home from school, and that was also close to 4, with her last visit in the morning as well. The experience was indescribable. She knew she had to be desperate, but she couldn't feel any of it. Despite the inclusion of human needs like eating and sleeping, the lack of a bathroom mechanic within ALO meant her bladder discomfort could not be translated into the virtual environment, so all she could do was imagine. That dull throbbing, that constant prodding, that inescapable desire to press her legs together and bounce in place to stave off the desire to make usage of the alleyways on the walk home because she refused to be alone in the bathrooms at school, all those memories flooded back to her. Even if it could serve no purpose, her instincts took hold as she slightly gripped the front of her black shorts. And just in case she had any misguided optimism, that maybe she was worrying over nothing, a pop-up notification in the bottom-right corner of her vision was there to dash any possible hope. Warning: Bladder 90%, the terse wording cautioned, with a cartoon silhouette filled in up to the neck with yellow to drive the point home. After the NerveGear controversy with SAO, other VR companies went all-in on assuring the public that their products were safe and wouldn't hijack their user's body, and the most common way to allow the players to ensure their real bodies were safe was notifications about possible health issues. The Amusphere in particular gave alerts about matters such as increased heart rate and dehydration, or in her case, overhydration. Now she had a quantifiable number to tell her how much danger she was in, one that did nothing to assuage her concerns. And it certainly didn't help that she had been in this exact situation before. Once, back in GGO, she had found herself pinned down by a large boss, all on her own, with nothing she could do but take potshots at it from a safe distance. It took forever to finally kill it, and towards the end, that same bladder warning was constantly bothering her, urging her on to end it quickly or give up. While it was nice to receive Hecaté for her patience, she was running back to a safe zone to log out and just barely made it to her toilet. Without any confidence that she could wait the extra hour to clear the dungeon, Sinon moved onto her next option, opening her menu and hovering her finger over the Log Out button. In GGO, if a player logged out outside a town, their body would drop where it was and go unconscious, while their real body woke up. She could leave the game, take her pee, and be back in a minute, two tops. If only it wasn't a plan riddled with more holes than a player on the receiving end of machine gun fire. She had no idea whether ALO's log out worked the same way, but she knew Kirito would freak out if she suddenly passed out. The only way to avoid either problem would be to make her need known, something that absolutely had to be avoided at all costs. He may have saved her life, but that didn't suddenly entitle him to any knowledge of her bodily functions. "Is something the matter, Sinon?" And he wasn't the only one. Little Yui had left her place on Kirito's shoulder, and was now flying in front of Sinon's face. From what she had gathered in the conversations between the two, Yui was some kind of creation of the system, an artificial intelligence that regarded Kirito as her father. Bottom line, she was a program, not a human, so the chances she'd understand bathroom needs were slim. If Sinon were to be honest, she'd either get a lot of uncomfortable questions, or worse, Yui would ask Kirito. No, none of that could be allowed. "No, nothing's wrong! Nothing you need to worry yourself with!" Even she knew, that was bad, she sounded so suspicious. Good thing Yui was a naive little program. "Okay, if you say so," she chirped, happily flying back to her daddy, her task seemingly completed. Holding her breath, Sinon released a heavy sigh, relieved that her secrets remained a mystery. Though, if things continued to go downhill as they were, it couldn't stay a mystery much longer. The bladder notification, which had since faded away, returned into view, a percent higher this time at 91%. "That hour better be a generous estimate," she worried, running off towards the door Kirito was leaving through, eager to finish this dungeon as quickly as humanly possible. --------------- "How much health does this guy need to have?!" Sinon had allowed her spirits to raise when they reached the boss room in 45 minutes instead of an hour, because that meant the bathroom was all the closer. Unfortunately, it never crossed her mind that Kirito had accounted for that in his calculations. "Three health bars? A half hour? That's pretty standard for this game!" With a second sword drawn, Kirito was going to town slashing at one of the giant minotaur's legs, very slowly draining the boss's first health bar. All the while, Sinon was pelting its face with explosive arrows, staggering it enough that it wouldn't immediate counter the tiny swordsman attacking its ankles. Their assault was ferocious, but Kirito wasn't lying earlier when he talked about how many players usually took on one of these bosses. At this rate, it'd take another half hour to beat this guy, time Sinon was absolutely sure she didn't have. In the intervening time, her bladder meter had risen to 98%, a fact it made sure she was aware of, with the rapid red flashing it had taken to as of late. It was very possible, likely in fact, that she had minutes left before the soaking failure fast approaching. It was still incredibly surreal to understand she was full to bursting without being able to feel even the slightest twinge, but the knowledge of her desperation was getting to her, producing a learned response, even without the proper stimulus. It didn't matter that she wasn't in any pain, her right hand still bolted to her shorts, gripping her crotch with all her strength, an attribute archers didn't have many points in. She was bouncing on her toes too, doing all she could to hold in her pee, even if she knew it would accomplish nothing. One more tick on her notification, now at 99%. "No, I'm...I'm out of time!" If she didn't just go for it and act right now, it'd be too late. This boss needed to die in the next ten seconds, and the only way to possibly achieve that was to go all out in the battle. She had to hit this boss hard and fast, and there was only one way to do it: point-blank. No hesitation, she ran forward, jumping high into the air in her approach, high above Kirito and meeting the minotaur's face. "Eat this!" She fired off the strongest skill she had, a piercing arrow with the force of a bullet, straight through her target's head. With all her experience as a sniper, she felt confident this would end it. Too bad this wasn't a human opponent. Her shot only dealt enough damage to leave a barely noticeable drop in the health bar, and only served to piss the beast off. Now, she was falling directly before the boss, it was angry at her, and it could still swing its axe. And her meter just jumped up to the full 100%. "Uh-oh." "Sinon!" In a flash, Kirito flew between Sinon and the boss, holding his primary sword vertically in front of him, in a defensive position. It would have been a charming gesture, if the axe he was attempting to block wasn't huge and heavy. The minotaur swung with all its might, cutting through both of them in a single stroke. That one attack was all it took to drain both their health bars to zero, killing them both instantly. Good thing this game had no penalty for death, aside from some item loss. Ordinarily, death to an ALO boss fight would result in the player turning into a Remain Light for ten minutes, to allow for another player to revive them. However, with no more players in the arena, the game knew not to waste everyone's time, and just deposited the two in the center of their most recently visited town, Swilvane. "That was awesome," Kirito exclaimed, throwing his arms up in celebration. "Just the two of us, and we took out a whole health bar! Just...why did you jump in like that at the end?" Sinon didn't respond. She had all but given up, resigning herself to the accident about to happen. It probably already had, she could just imagine the soaked bed she'd be greeted with when she exited the game. But if that was the case, then why was the bladder warning still visible? It hadn't decreased, it had actually gone up again to 101%. "How?" That was it! She was going past her acceptable limits, she was surely on the ropes, but she still had time! She just had to act fast. With a frantic speed to rival Kirito's, her fingers flew through her menus, ready to slam the Log Out button and return to the real world. "Sinon! You're shaking!" In her distraction, she hadn't even realized Kirito was calling out to her, not until he closed the distance and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Is something wrong?" He sounded pretty panicked, not surprising considering what they had previously survived together. It was kind of nice that he was scared for her safety, but she still couldn't tell him. Looking right into his eyes, she poked the button, as her vision faded and her in-game body crumpled to the ground. --------------- Shino's eyes shot open, as she looked at the white ceiling of her apartment through the tinted visor of the Amusphere. Inhabiting her real body once again, she was prepared to be struck by the worst pain imaginable emanating from her bladder ready to explode. For a second, she worried how she'd even be able to stand up and make it to her bathroom in this condition. It turned out that fear wasn't necessary, as the shock of her consciousness changing worlds was the final jolt she didn't need. There wasn't as much pain as there should have been between her legs, but there was a lot of something else: heat. Her thighs felt warm, hot even, and there was a sticky wetness accompanying the temperature discrepancy. Not only that, but she could also hear a slight, muffled splashing. "No..." All these sensations together were the telltale signs of pee soaking into blankets, and that meant she had failed. "After everything?!" She went to such lengths to avoid this outcome, but even a little thing was out of her grasp. A 16-year old girl couldn't prevent herself from having an accident, and that was the most depressing part of it. Gulping, she looked down at her legs, incredibly stiff, eyes continuously darting upwards to avoid it. She couldn't avert from the sight forever, and in plain view, a yellow puddle growing outwards as it discolored her sheets and pajama shorts, staining them both with the proof of her inadequacy. Her bladder emptied, but all those fluids were staying with her, remaining on her in the worst way possible. And another aspect to add to the shame, the cause of all this, her bladder was also somewhat small. While this meant the hissing and spreading urine ended sooner, it did little to ease her misery. "I can't even hold in this much..." Her whole goal in GGO, the reason she needed to win the BoB tournament, was to prove to herself that she had grown past the traumatized little girl she used to be, and proving she still had the holding capacity of a little girl was enough to make her rethink her development. Either way, sitting in her own urine, wallowing in sorrow wasn't going to solve anything. Reaching up to her head, she pulled the Amusphere off and placed it on her nightstand, moving her glasses off the wooden surface and placing them on her face. Now she could see her accident in finer detail, a sight she couldn't stomach. She needed to turn away, swinging her legs off the side of the bed, feeling little drops run down her skin as she dragged her butt through the puddle before she could stand up. The first step towards ridding herself of all the disgusting pieces of ruined fabric she left was to undress. Her light-colored shorts were totally discolored, the crotch a completely different hue now, she winced as she slid them down her legs and dropped them in the laundry hamper, careful not to touch any of the wet patch. She did need to do her laundry today, so they'd be cleaned soon. In comparison, her black panties hardly looked out of place, aside from the reflective sheen in the center and all across the back, but the wetness on her sensitive girlhood didn't lie. Into the hamper they went. Shino lived on the second floor, and her curtains were shut, so there was no fear of anyone being able to see into her apartment. With that in mind, she didn't think it a priority to wipe her legs dry and put other pants on, she could afford to stay half-nude long enough to make her bed at least. She looked over the blankets, the puddle soaking down towards the mattress, and she let out a drawn-out, exasperated sigh. This was a sight she never liked seeing, no matter how many times she did. Thanks to the childhood trauma she carried, one that frequently flared up and turned her into a crying mess, semi-frequent bedwetting was just something she had to live with. That was the reason a plastic mattress cover awaited her as she tossed the sheets into the hamper as well, the large addition overflowing the container. At least her mattress wasn't destroyed. She had done her duty in cleaning up after herself, now she could take a quick shower and rinse herself off. Slipping her shirt and bra off and gently placing them on the pile of sheets and shorts erupting from the hamper, she took a new set of clothes with her into her small bathroom, placing both them and her glasses on the sink counter. Actively attempting not to look at the toilet she failed to visit, she turned the water in the shower stall on and up to her desired temperature, stepping in and closing the glass door behind her. Letting the warm water wash away the other warm water, she couldn't help but allow the flowing fluid from the shower head hide the new batch of bodily fluids running down her cheeks. Even the act of bathing was an unpleasant experience, and once she was sure she was tidied up and soaped down, she turned the water off, grabbing a towel to wipe down every inch of her skin and make sure she was dry. She hung the towel on the wall rack and put her new clothes on, allowing herself to feel relief at being in clean clothes. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes since she woke up, but it was a pleasant change nonetheless. Grabbing a tissue to sop up the few drops that would have fallen from her legs to the floor on the walk in, she exited the bathroom, keeping a close look on the wood floor for any small splatters. However, she was distracted by the phone on her nightstand, vibrating loudly with the screen lit up. "Someone's calling me?" She didn't really have any friends anymore that would call her cell, and that curiosity drew her from her previous task. Though the call had stopped, what awaited her on the screen was the last thing she wanted to see right now. 8 missed calls from Kazuto Kirigaya. "Kirito..." She really didn't want to talk to him right now, but at this rate, he'd be calling all night until he got a response. Very hesitantly, she grabbed her phone and tapped the notification, automatically calling him back. It wasn't even a full ring before the other end picked up. "Hello?" "Sinon?! Ah, thanks for finally answering! You just suddenly logged out without any explanation! Did someone break into your apartment again?!" He sounded very scared, very unlike his usual demeanor, even when facing down his own death. "No, nothing like that," she assured, though quiet and monotone. "I'm sorry, I'll log back in now." "You don't need to do that. We respawned in a safe zone, so our virtual bodies aren't in any danger once we log out. So, what happened, if you don't mind me asking?" Shino felt like she had nothing left to lose, and gave up on hiding anything. She already wet her pants, what harm could it do? "Just me being stupid. I had to use the bathroom and I couldn't hold it long enough for us to finish." Kazuto was silent, allowing Shino's mind to race with all the possibilities of what his response would be. Would he just hang up, or say something about that being gross before doing so? Maybe it would be some sort of empty comfort, where he says nice things that anyone could tell he didn't mean. Hell, she had no proof it wouldn't suddenly get creepy. Still, once again, he surprised her. "You know you can just say you're logging out for a minute anytime, right? I mean, outside a fight, of course. No one cares, we all do it." Shino was speechless. He just...didn't care. It wasn't weird to him. She was the one making a big deal out of it by assuming he would too. So why didn't she trust him? After everything they'd been through, when she had opened up about her dark past and he had been there to listen and not judge. She told him about the time she killed someone, why was it so hard to just say she needed to visit the restroom? She was unable to say anything for half a minute, long enough that Kazuto started calling her name to make sure the call hadn't been disconnected, when her words found her. "Why didn't you tell me that before?! You could have saved me all this trouble if you had just shared that little tidbit!" "I-I assumed it was the same in GGO! It just didn't feel like a necessary bit of information to include!" "You know what I had to deal with, all because you didn't think that was important?! Next time we meet in person, you're giving me the yen to pay for the laundry!" Two strong-willed teenagers, their argument continued for quite some time, and Shino wasn't letting up on the verbal assault. Yet, despite that, she found herself smiling as she shouted. There was something nice about having a friend she could yell at. Maybe she was already letting her guard down around him, without even noticing. Still, she swore; if word of this story ever got out, she wouldn't hesitate to shoot him in the back with an arrow. Edited March 4, 2018 by Captain L (see edit history)
EPILOGUE It was early September and the last evening of our long summer holiday at Valerie's parents' Tuscan villa.  Earlier in the day a baggage services company had collected a huge volume of luggage and boxes that would now be on their way to England.  All we had left was travelling clothes for tomorrow, what we had on and a few other things that could easily be stowed in hand baggage.  Early tomorrow morning taxis would take us to the airport for our flight home. From my point of view, one of the best aspects of the wonderful eight weeks I had spent at the villa was the free and easy approach that Valerie, her younger sisters Emily and Amanda and even Angela their mother, took to their frequent need for a pee.  Angela insisted on everybody staying well hydrated in the often intense heat of an Italian summer and, in the privacy of the villa's extensive grounds, they all preferred to wet themselves rather than make the long walk back to the house. It was true that my presence had initially been a somewhat inhibiting factor on these alfresco activities but, since the Budgie Smuggler Show (as Amanda insisted on calling it) that tension had disappeared and I, too, now made a point of peeing through my Speedos rather than doing the man-thing of going behind a nearby tree.  When in Rome... That afternoon Angela, the girls' mother, had stood on the grass and gazed thoughtfully at the view over the Tuscan countryside as she peed through her favourite French navy one-piece swimsuit.  Emily had stood nearby, legs wide apart, wetting her coral pink bikini briefs.  Then they both walked over to the pool to take a dip. Amanda had sat on the flagstones, carefully applying varnish to her toenails.  When all was to her satisfaction she leant back to admire her toes as a puddle expanded beneath her bottom and an arc of pee broke through the fabric between her legs to splash on to the ground an inch or two ahead.  Then she stood up and, with rivulets tracing paths down her perfect legs, picked up a beach ball and aimed it at the back of Emily's head in the pool before returning to her sun-lounger to let her nails and her bikini dry.  The nails would stay dry for much longer than the bikini.... Valerie had looked up from the book she was reading and wet herself, her pee pouring through the plastic cords of her poolside seat and splashing on to the flagstones below. Later we had taken a last dinner under the pergola , reminiscing about our holiday and chatting about the activities and projects that lay ahead of us back in England.  Angela was looking forward to rejoining her husband in their London townhouse and Amanda, Valerie's youngest sister, was enthusiastic about going away to university for the first time.  I shuddered to think of the havoc she was certain to create among her unsuspecting male fellow students. When Angela, Emily and Amanda opted for an early night before our dawn departure, Valerie and I lingered under the pergola, she sipping limoncello, me a grappa.  Valerie, still in her now-dry bikini but with a t-shirt on top, sensed my reflective mood.  She snuggled on to my lap and asked if anything was wrong.  I explained that I was feeling less than enthusiastic about returning to rainy London, the long, cold winter ahead and the slog of completing my Engineering PhD thesis.  The idea of the villa standing empty and shuttered under grey skies, the gardens unvisited and the pool beside which we had spent so many carefree summer days drained and collecting autumn leaves was making me feel rather melancholy. "Cheer up!" she said.  "Next summer, everything will be waiting for us.  And in the meantime you have me and I have you."  Then she put her arms round my neck and looked seriously into my eyes as warmth flooded into my lap. "Did I mention that I needed a wee?" she asked. ------------------------- That's all folks! I will be back if and when I can think of any new storylines.  Ideas welcome, but no promises on necessarily taking them forward. There is an interesting thread on the General forum on different ways to approach Omorashi and it is clear from the responses that there are many different aspects to this interest of ours. As will be clear from the stories so far, Valerie and her family are empowered, self-confident women who see no problem with wetting themselves when it suits them to do so.  We also know that both Valerie and her mother enjoy the effect they can have on their like-minded partners (and it may be that Amanda is aware of the effect she can have by wetting her bikini in front of Tom, even though she has no real intention of spoiling Tom's relationship with Valerie).  None of them are into scat, BDSM, humiliation or exhibitionism and anybody who tried to put a nappy on one of them had better have good insurance. Given this specific 'take' on omorashi, these stories were never going to float everybody's boat - how could they when we are all different, all individuals? So thanks to all of you who have taken the trouble to read, and hopefully enjoy, my stories.  Special thanks to Mikey Mike, Lhansen, Milicentfan and Largebio for their kind comments - all much appreciated. Edited March 5, 2018 by Ondinist (see edit history)
Preface: It's been a while. I've been busy like a crazy person, and I keep getting sick which is a bummer. However, for all you guys and gals who have been eagerly anticipating this (There's gotta be at least two people, right?), here is part two of Planet of Desperation. Just like last time, it will consist of four chapters; full of intrigue, aliens, and Omorashi-based science. Enjoy! If you want to read the previous four chapters, you can find them here. Chapter 5 - Remains of Tension This chapter was proofread by @MasterXploder, who writes awesome videogame and anime-related Omo-stories. Read his latest story at this link. Yellow Crystals. Urene. Lea's mind was racing. How was this possible? The 600 ml beaker which had been about three quarters full of her pee now contained clear liquid, a red rust-like pigment, and what seemed to be honest-to-goodness Urene. But what did this even mean? Lea simply had to investigate. She suddenly realized her panties were still awkwardly hooked to the side of her lady bits, and her skirt was bunched up, revealing all. It would have been highly embarrassing if anyone walked in on her. She swiftly brought her skirt down, locked the door and got some paper to wipe herself. Lea wanted with all of her being to investigate the crystals, but she knew that wasn't wise, not right now. There would be a class here soon, and while Sarah Lee may have hyped the idea that they would be attempting to create their own Urene, Lea knew no-one had actually expected it to work. If the truth got out, she might not get the chance to investigate at all. Lea made her decision - she would come back, after classes were over. She'd tell Lee her findings, of course, but she had to sate her curiosity first. She put the lid back on the test tube, stashed it in the cupboard far in the back, and hurried back to class. The remainder of Lea's day was quite a drag. She got scolded for being late, of course, and there was not a chance in hell she'd be able to focus in class; not with this kind of anticipation. Another factor was her bladder. Her emergency pee had brought her need under her control, but her muscles were tired, and by lunch she felt quite full again. Her next toilet time read 12:31, so she felt confident that she would make it this time. The final half-hour was agony, regardless. Lea was once again hanging out with her friends, Erisa and Meranda, while they were eating. The situation was a little different compared to yesterday, though. "S-so, what did you end up writing about for your history assignment, Merand..ah..!" Lea had felt mostly in control so far, but a sudden spike in desperation forced her to cross her legs under the table. Meranda was the first to speak. "Got bad times? I can spare you one in about an hour if it's an emergency." Erisa, too, gave her a worried look, but stayed silent. Lea shook her head. "N-No, I've got a time coming up in just fifteen minutes. I'm pretty sure I'll be fine." Lea's desperation was of a quite different nature than before; her bladder wasn't so full that she'd normally be at her limit - but she hadn't been able to empty her bladder completely for over a day at this point. Her hold was faltering, but she could stay strong for just a little longer.   Five minutes before her time, Lea excused herself and left the table on somewhat shaky legs. The A-block bathroom was just outside the cafeteria, but the fact that Lea was now on her way to the toilet seemed to reinforce her hold somewhat. When she made it to the toilet, she found another girl waiting for the bathroom - she probably had a time coming up soon. Lea wondered if she was going before or after the girl, herself. After just a few seconds, the girl checked her wrist, then entered the bathroom. The girl had not seemed very desperate, only perhaps a little annoyed. Lea would have liked nothing more than to ask the girl if they could trade times; but as a natural consequence of the toilet directives, people were a lot less keen to give up a visit to the bathroom to a stranger - even temporarily. Lea couldn't help to imagine the girl plonking her butt on the seat, tinkling away even though Lea herself was far more desperate. She longed to do the same herself, releasing her pent-up urine and finally fully relieving herself after so-  "Eeep!" Lea erased her train of thought as a rivulet of pee entered her panties. She had to get into the bathroom soon, or things were going to get dangerous. Three minutes later, and the girl had still not left the toilet. At this point, Lea's eyes were watering. It wasn't fair - her toilet time had already started, it should be her turn now. She could walk all the way to the B-block toilet, but if she did she would wet herself for sure. The margin you were given for your toilet time was about ten minutes - so Lea wasn't going to become locked out, but ten minutes felt like ten hours at this rate. Lea gasped as a drop left her. After what felt like an eternity, the girl left the toilet. Lea still couldn't enter, as all toilets locked themselves automatically for three minutes after they had been used. When the toilet became available again, the hand sign by the door would turn from red to green. Lea desperately looked at her wrist to get the time. 12:32 Three minutes was such a long time. At this point, Lea felt even worse than she had felt this morning. Then, her bladder had been filled to the brim, but now she kept leaking and could do nothing to stop it. She grit her teeth and buried her hands under her skirt. A Hundred and sixty... A hundred and sixty-one... "Ah...!" A hundred and sixty-two... Lea counted the seconds until her relief in her head. When she made it to a hundred and eighty seconds, she opened her eyes, and brought her hand to press the button that would be her salvation. It was still red. Lea practically short-circuited. She had primed her body to push the button, rush into the bathroom, and then pee. Now that her step one had failed, her body didn't know what to do anymore. She started peeing. For a second, she felt like the control she had over her own body was in free-fall. Her bladder and tired muscles just couldn't take it anymore - she was peeing as though she was sitting on a toilet. In her panties. The button became green. Lea was brought back into reality. Her entire body became tense as she forced herself to stop peeing. Time stopped around her, it seemed. Her body still remembered her three-stage plan. Button, rush, relief. At this point, holding her bladder felt like holding her breath. The instant her butt was one the seat, her pee started as though it had never stopped. Her stream just kind of coming out of her - anyone watching would think it was a completely ordinary pee until they noticed for how long she was going for. She no longer had any energy left to make it come out at any slower, or any faster. Even if she had tensed up her entire body right now, her bladder would still empty itself at the same rate as before. Lea peed, and peed, and peed. Her bladder had not felt this full, and she wondered if her long hold had affected her senses in some way. Considering she had already let out a not insignificant volume into the beaker earlier, she couldn't help but wonder just how much she had been holding in. After she had finally finished with her massive pee, she felt a lot more clear-headed. She quickly checked her panties - they weren't exactly dry, but they were holding up a lot better than Lea expected. If she cleaned them out now, it didn't seem she'd have to replace them. This only added to Lea's relief - having to get a new pair would eat out quite a big slice of her savings. Now that Lea's pee situation was finally solved, she could focus on the more important matter at hand - Urene. As she spent a little bit of time cleaning up, a plan was forming. She wanted to investigate the Urene she had created. However, she wasn't ready to reveal her secret to the teachers yet, since she really wasn't sure she'd be allowed to handle the sample if she did. This meant gaining access to the chemistry lab before the weekend. Lea wasn't sure how she would go about this - sneaking into the lab after the school closed was an option, but that would require stealing the keys, which seemed way too risky. Lea tried another train of thought. Afterschool clubs made use of classrooms for a while after school. If she could start a club, she might gain access to the chemistry lab without anyone suspecting her. However, if she were to go the route, she needed a partner in crime. Someone with the scientific curiosity to keep quiet about this for a while. Someone with a good enough track record that they'd be considered responsible enough to start a club in the chem lab. As Lea considered this, she left the bathroom, only to be greeted by a familiar face. "Oh! Hi, Leanore!" It was Elsanova, her chemistry lab partner from yesterday. "Got a toilet time coming up, but I'll see you on Chemistry class next week." Elsanova moved towards the bathroom door to wait for the hand sign to change color to green. Lea nodded, then headed down the hallway. However, after one minute and thirty seconds, she turned to head back to the toilet. As she returned, she saw Elsanova press her hand onto the hand sign, then enter.  Lea waited outside the bathroom. She had found her partner in crime. Edited March 5, 2018 by DerivativeWings (see edit history)
So much speculation ~ I'm having a lot of fun reading it all! I try to answer every question I get, but sometimes I'll have to be a little vague if it approaches spoiler-town. Chapter 6 - Experiments, Day Zero This chapter was proofread by @MasterXploder, who writes awesome videogame and anime-related Omo-stories. Read his latest story at this link. Lunch time was ending, so quite a few students were headed down the hallway past Lea. Two chatty girls had joined her outside the bathroom - Lea assumed one of them had a toilet time coming up. While waiting for Elsanova to leave the bathroom, Lea considered her options. Her biggest hurdle right now was figuring out a way to explain the situation to Elsanova. She couldn't exactly blurt out her secret in the middle of the hallway with so many students around. Perhaps her plan was on the wrong track? Asking Elsanova for help was a bit risky to begin with, considering Lea didn't know the girl all that well. Even so, creating a fake afterschool science club was Lea's best idea right now, and her intentions would seem a lot more plausible if she got someone on board who was already scoring good grades in science classes. When Elsanova left the bathroom and one of the chatty girls took her place, she tilted her head a little when she saw Lea, giving her a slightly confused look. "You're still here? Did you want to ask something?" Lea figured this was her chance to lure Elsanova somewhere private. "Actually, Sarah Lee said our Urene cultivation looked a little unusual, and asked us to check it out." This was, of course, a lie. But it was a good excuse to take Elsanova to the science room. "Well, if Sarah asked, I guess we don't have a choice. Let's try to be quick about it, anyway, since my class starts in about ten minutes." Lea quickly closed the door to the science room behind them and got the beaker she had hid in the back of the cupboard. Elsanova looked confused. "That doesn't look right. Did we mess-" She stopped, suddenly, when she saw the crystals growing in the beaker. During Lea's explanation, Elsanova said nothing, only nodding occasionally. However, as soon as she was finished, she spoke up. "Let's do this." Starting the club proved even easier than Lea had anticipated. The young, bubbly headmaster of the academy was delighted at the prospect. She had quickly called Ms. Lee to give an opinion. Lea had expected this to be a hurdle. Sarah Lee was not exactly a stern woman, but was still likely to object to the two girls using the science room after school. However she too acquiesced to their suggestion. They had the spare key to the science room. The Science Afterschool Club had been formed. Their experiment could begin. It was finally time. At 16:30, after classes were over, the two girls were ready to start the first official meeting of the Science Afterschool Club. Lea locked the door and opened the cupboard containing the cultivation beakers. Elsanova could barely hide her excitement, staring intently as Lea picked out the beaker from the back. Lea understood how she felt - this was several magnitudes greater than the kind of experiments they did during classes. There was something else, too. Elsanova's mental focus may have been entirely directed towards Lea, but her body was distracted. Subtly, the girl fidgeted in place, causing the dark curls of her hair to bounce up and down a little. Skipping their toilet time had been Elsanova's idea. After Lea had showed her the Urene, she had suggested they do it in order to reverse-engineer the process of Urene creation Lea had found. Their only clue, so far, was Lea's pee so it seemed natural to try that path. Even so, Lea had been surprised with how quick Elsanova had been to suggest they break the law by voluntarily peeing outside a toilet. Her own curiosity had pushed her to agree; they were already hiding this from the teachers, so adding a minor crime to that didn't seem like a big deal after some consideration. Lea's bladder was certainly not empty; she could go for a pee right now. Compared her two recent near-accidents though, this was nothing. Elsanova definitely seemed to need to go worse than Lea. Perhaps she had gotten a little overzealous and drank a lot in advance, Lea quietly mused. After gearing up for safety, the duo started by getting a dropper to get a tiny amount of liquid from the beaker. They then added the liquid to an examination capsule for analysis. It was a reasonably good idea to check if the liquid itself would give them cancer before they started rooting around in it. Setting the capsule into the machine, Elsanova ran the scans. "Well, it's mostly water. Seems like most of the other compounds of your p-pee...became part of the crystal. The other noteworthy thing is a mild contamination caused by Urene radiation." Elsanova turned to Lea. "We should compare this liquid to normal urine. If we do, we can get a better idea of what's missing." "Sure, do you want to go?" Elsanova shifted around in her chair, so Lea figured she'd give the girl a chance to relieve herself. "No, it's better if we compare yours, since you peed in the beaker to begin with. B-besides, I don't even need to go yet...!" That second part was clearly a lie, but the logic made sense to Lea. "Soo... turn around?" Elsanova turned towards the window, and Lea stepped out of her lab coat and removed her panties. Positioning her nethers over the small beaker was embarrassingly familiar, at this point. Now that it wasn't an emergency, Lea felt a little bad about doing this. She was breaking the law, after all. Still, it felt nice to get to do a somewhat normal pee once in a while. Getting her stream started was a little harder with Elsanova in the room, but after a few seconds she got a few drips and drops to come out. Drip, Pssh, Pshh... Elsanova's back seemed to tense up at the sound of Lea's gentle pitter-patter. Lea started to cut off her stream, which was a little harder than expected. She couldn't help but let out a few extra spurts, as it did feel very good to relieve herself. Lea wiped herself, internally told her body pee-time was over, got her panties and lab coat back on, and got some of her fresh pee into a dropper and put a lid over the rest. She didn't want Elsanova to smell her pee if she could avoid it. Half an hour later, and most of the tests had been run. Comparing the pee with the liquid had been interesting, but hadn't really told them anything in particular, other than that some chemical compounds were missing in the liquid. The ammonia was mostly gone compared to Lea's pee, and they couldn't find even a trace of Uric acid in there. After comparing liquids, they had moved to analyzing the Urene crystals themselves. Most of the crystals grew off the side of the flask, but some had fallen off and were swimming in the liquid. After a brief analysis, they could identify the crystals as Urene, which was hardly a surprise at this point, but still exciting to the girls. Finally, they had tried the red pigment, though they couldn't really make heads or tails of it. It seemed like a waste product, but neither of them had seen it before. The chemical makeup seemed to have come out of a reaction between Lea's pee and the Urene-growing solution. The next step was reverse-engineering the process of Urene creation. Since Lea had originally peed in Ceel's experiment, Lea's and Elsanova's was still intact. Their first experiment would be simple - pee into the beaker and see if they could get the same reaction again. For some reason, Lea really did want to empty her bladder into the beaker at this point. After her extreme holds these past two days, her bladder seemed to crave relief a little more than usual. She hoped her recent mishaps hadn't given her some weird habits. Still, it seemed obvious that it was Elsanova's turn to pee. The raven-haired girl was obviously desperate at this point, legs pressed together and lightly dancing in place. Lea held the beaker towards Elsanova. "Your turn?" Surprisingly, Elsanova shook her head. "N-no, you can go... I'm a little p-pee-shy, so I probably wouldn't even be able to start unless I had to go...!" Lea questioned Elsanova's logic - if the girl was trying to conceal her need she was failing miserably. However, the offer was a little too tempting for Lea to refuse. Lea felt a little guilty about it, but she handed Elsanova the beaker and started to get ready. This time, Lea wasn't to be given any privacy. The girls had agreed that one would observe the reaction in the beaker while the other peed - and if a little bit of modesty had to be sacrificed in the name of science, so be it. Lea was a little uncomfortable showing her naughty bits to Elsanova, but got over it pretty quickly. Elsanova seemed unfazed, her attention divided solely on the contents of the beaker, getting ready to observe whatever was about to happen in there. Even though she was being watched, starting her pee was easier than last time. Lea stifled a small moan as she allowed her bladder to fully drain. Elsanova watched the beaker seriously, but it was pretty clear that watching Lea get her relief wasn't easy for her. With as much of her attention as she could muster on the beaker she seemed almost like a young child desperate for a pee, but glued to her favorite tv-program. When the last drops left Lea's body, she could more easily see what was going on in the beaker. What she saw was pretty disappointing. The liquid in the beaker had not changed color, and the cultivation solution had not changed into Urene crystals. Lea started. "Should I-" "N-no, just hold it like this for a little longer... I want to see if something changes." Elsanova was sitting on her heel and shivering while staring into the beaker. Lea suddenly became aware of just how compromizing this position was. If Elsanova raised her gaze slightly she would see Lea's pussy, wet with pee and occasionally letting a drop fall down into the beaker. Lea blushed a little, then reprimanded herself for being silly. After almost a minute of mostly nothing, the girls set the beaker on the table. It was filled with pee, crystal solution and disappointment. Lea pointed out the elephant in the room. "So. It didn't work." Elsanova sighed. Now that she didn't have to watch Lea pee anymore, the girl seemed to have regained most of her composture even though her legs were still crossed. "Yeah, either something was different about your pee... or Ceel screwed up the crystal solution somehow." That would be the worst-case scenario. If the Urene-creating solution was Ceel's mistake, trying to figure out what she had done differently would be nigh impossible. "Maybe Ceel remembers if she did something different, we could ask her tomorrow." Lea tried to be hopeful. Elsanova was fidgeting and had a bit of a worried look to her. It seemed as though she was tempted to call it a day so she could catch her next time toilet time and get some privacy for her clearly needed relief. "No. There are still things we haven't tried yet." For their second attempt, the girls once again started to replicate the process to create the cultivation solution. Since the process may be affected by time, they created three sets of beakers to try and find the right age for the solution. Doing so took another twenty minutes, and Lea was getting worried about Elsanova's state at this point. The raven-haired girl was determined in her work, but her bladder was clearly at the edge. Occasionally, she would let out a little gasp or moan and she was curtseying a lot. Lea considered trying to call it a day again, as she didn't want to endanger Elsanova's panties. However, she didn't even know if there was a toilet time coming up for the poor girl - if there wasn't, then stopping might be even worse at this rate. If they kept going, Elsanova could at least be convinced to pee in the beaker. "Ah...!" Elsanova tensed. Her hands were balling at her sides; up until now, she had not been holding herself directly. It was clear Elsanova's pride wasn't allowing her to acknowledge her desperation. Lea had an idea to save her friend. "Let's try and see if we can get a reaction now, then we can do the second one in about half a day and the third one tomorrow night." "S-sure... that seems like a-ah...! A good idea..." Elsanova's commitment to science was still there, even if her control was slipping. "Well, I don't have any pee left in me, so I suppose it's your turn now." Lea started to get one of the beakers. Elsanova blushed, but couldn't conceal some hope flashing across her face. "I-I... I guess so...! I... don't have to go so bad, b-but I guess we don't have a choice..." Lea got the beaker, and Elsanova started to strip somewhat reluctantly. Lea couldn't help but notice a small wet patch on the girl's white cotton panties, but kept her mouth shut as she got into position. While Elsanova's labia spread over the beaker, Lea expected a stream to appear almost instantly. However, for what seemed like an eternity, nothing came out. Elsanova was the first to speak up. "I... I... I'm a little pee...! pee-shy...!" Lea sneaked a glance up to the girl. Elsanova's face was scrunched up in a mad mixture. She was blushing like crazy and her eyes watered while she seemed torn between determination, absolute mortification and the agony of her full bladder. Lea could even see that the girl's lower stomach was bulging out a little, but quickly averted her gaze in respect of her friend's privacy. The following seconds were pretty hard on Lea as well. After her recent bladder disaster, she wanted her friend to be able to relieve herself of her pain. Even though her own bladder was almost completely empty, it seemed to cry out in sympathy. "I...! I can't!" Hearing this tore Lea's heart with guilt. She didn't want her new friend to hurt this way, wished for a way to relieve her of her pain. Lea's unconcious mind registered a strange clicking sound from somewhere in the room, but it seemed a lot less relevant that Elsanova's full bladder. The door to the science room opened. Lea turned her head towards it. This wasn't supposed to happen; no one should be coming in here for at least another half an hour. And this was the worst possible moment for this to happen. Suddenly, Lea heard something else. Psh... Pssshhhhh...! Edited March 7, 2018 by DerivativeWings Time Travel (see edit history)
I'm (mostly) well now. Life keeps getting in the way, but here is chapter 7! Chapter 7 - The Truth This chapter was proofread by @MasterXploder, who writes awesome videogame and anime-related Omo-stories. Read his latest story at this link. Sarah Lee loved her job. Sixteen years ago, the world had changed: humans, previously the top dogs of their planet, had been humbled by the Alien Federation. Before then, the world had seemed conquered by human ingenuity. Now, something new had appeared, unknown and exciting. Now, she taught the boys and girls who grew up in this new world, free from the bias of adults. Surely the torch of humanity would shine brightly in their hands. Merrily skipping down the hallway, Sarah noticed she was getting some stares. She assumed a slightly more ladylike walk; she didn't want her excitement to cause a wardrobe malfunction since she was wearing a pretty short skirt. The blonde woman was quite full-bodied, and usually dressed somewhat formally. Even so, most students knew that underneath that very thin layer of sexy elegance was an excitable and bubbly young teacher. This week was especially exciting for her. This was the first time she got to use the Urene creation chemistry class she had designed. Having the students conduct experiments right on the cutting edge of new science would no doubt light a fire for learning in their hearts! The school bell rang. Sarah decided to swing by the chemistry lab to check on the crystal growth before heading to the teacher's lounge. The door to the lab was slightly ajar, so Sarah assumed the janitor was in to clean the room. Trying to make as little sound as possible, Sarah opened the door, only to hastily shut it again. "Oh my," she whispered. Someone had been using a lab beaker for a bit of emergency relief. Now, responsible teacher-Sarah should probably reprimand the girl in there. However, she was generally quite understanding of urinary emergencies, especially after yesterday. When the Urene experiment had been conducted, Sarah had been affected by a little more Urene radiation than she had hoped. While the radiation wasn't harmful, it did have one very embarrassing side effect. Then, the teacher meeting had been extended, causing her to miss her toilet time. And then… Sarah cut off her train of thought, her face now a little flush. She decided she would let this peeing girl in the lab be. However, she had to make sure the beaker was cleaned properly afterwards, so she stuck around outside the lab. Staying out of sight, Sarah waited for the perpetrator to leave the room so she could go inside. A girl left the lab and hurried down the hallway. Leanore. The brown-haired girl loved science and learning new things, and Sarah quite liked her as a student. Sarah was glad she had decided to let the pee incident slide before identifying the perpetrator. She didn't want to play favorites, after all. After Leanore was out of sight, Sarah entered the lab. There was, of course, the possibility that Leanore had cleaned the beaker herself, but Sarah didn't want to risk leaving a peed-in beaker in the cupboard. It would smell, and risk messing up future experiments. Briefly checking the unused beakers, all seemed clean and dry. However, the beaker Sarah was looking for should be at least a little wet - either from water or pee. Sarah moved on to the lowest door in the cupboard. Yesterday's crystal experiments were here, as well as some the unused large beakers. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but Sarah found a beaker full of liquid stashed away in a corner. Annoyance flashed through the young teacher's mind. Apparently, Leanore hadn't even bothered to empty the beaker of pee, let alone cleaned it out. Sarah hadn't pinned the girl as careless, but she might have to have a talk about this after all. Leaving a beaker filled with urine in the science lab broke the limit of what Sarah considered acceptable behavior by a wide margin. Her brief anger was interrupted by something inside the liquid. It was replaced by confusion, then incredible thrill, then more confusion. How was this possible? Her mouth formed the words, but she did not make a sound. And what does it mean? The label on the beaker read: Ceel, Fannya. Had she been mistaken? Perhaps this liquid was not, in fact, urine but the result of successful Urene creation? That seemed very unlikely, and still left Leanore's pee unaccounted for. Was it some incredible coincidence? Had Ceel and Fannya gotten the process right, only for Leanore to pee in it? Sarah vowed to get to the bottom of this. Whatever was going on here could be humankind's next big breakthrough. She would have to talk to Leanore and perhaps also Ceel and Fannya later to attempt to glean the truth from them. If this wasn't some sort of fluke, she wanted to help her students be a part of the scientific breakthrough they had found. She contemplated going directly to the headmaster with this information, but decided against it. Until she had at least talked to the girls and was able to better understand the situation, she would keep it to herself. After classes were over for the day, Sarah was ready to set her plan into motion. She'd start by swinging by the headmaster to have her call for Leanore, Ceel and Fannya. Sarah was also bursting for a whizz at this point. She had generously given her first toilet time to a desperate student during lunch whose home toilet had apparently been affected by the recent construction work around the city. Her next toilet time was coming up soon, but she worried she might miss the chance to meet with the girls today if she went now. Hopefully a chance to do both would present itself. Sarah headed to the office next to the teacher's lounge. She was surprised to find Leanore and Elsanova there, talking to the headmaster. The most noteworthy thing about the headmaster was her young age and tiny stature. Lena Cassette was several years younger than Sarah, and almost a head shorter, but had served her role as headmaster well since she got the job about a year ago. "Oh! Sarah! It's great you're here! We were just talking about something brilliant!" Sarah wondered if the girls had come to talk about the Urene in the lab. That would save her some effort, but might cause her to miss her toilet time. Elsanova spoke. "We're starting a new club, Lea and I; The Science Afterschool Club. We'll arrange activities to promote science, and have homework study sessions after classes are over. We'd like to request access to the science lab for this." The dots were connecting in Sarah's head. Lena had turned her head to Sarah, looking hopefully and excitedly at the older teacher. "Isn't it a fantastic idea? You were talking about something like this before, weren't you?" Sarah glanced towards the two students, who were determinedly staring back at her. "Yes, I'll allow it. You've both demonstrated responsibility during my classes, so I trust you with this." As she spoke, she scanned the girl's faces to see how they'd react. Leanore beamed. "Thanks a lot! We'd like to get started with figuring out ways to recruit new members as soon as possible." Sarah decided she'd test the waters a little. "So do you really need the science room today, then? If that's all, a normal group room should suffice." After a very brief pause, Elsanova was the one to respond. "Oh! We were getting to that! We are also going to be planning an experiment session for the first-years. They haven't seen the cheese experiment yet, which I know is mostly flashy, but that's good enough, I think." Apparently the two of them had come prepared, Sarah thought as she subtly crossed one leg over the other. The cheese experiment was, as Elsanova said, mostly a flashy "look, we're sciencing!" type experiment, but that made it all the more perfect to show to the first-years. Sarah had basically figured out what was going on at this point. Letting the girls experiment by themselves would be extremely irresponsible, but it was going to be a perfect opportunity to talk to Leanore in private. She highly suspected that they were going to experiment on the Urene by themselves, something she could not allow without at least supervising them. This would give her the time for a quick bathroom visit, too. She picked the spare key out of her pocket and gave it to the girls. "I want the room locked by half an hour before school closes, at the latest. You can find me at my desk if you need me. This goes without saying, but set time aside for cleaning. I don’t want cheese on the floor." The girls nodded eagerly, and left the room in a hurry. Now that the girls had left, Sarah once again became aware of her bladder. It was definitely full, but not really critical. Since twenty-five, Sarah had gotten pretty good at holding it in; at the age of twenty-eight, Sarah was old enough to clearly remember what the world was like before the Federation. Lena turned to Sarah. "So, did you have any business with me, too?" "Ah, yes, but my toilet time is coming up in just a minute. It wasn't that important, I'll return later." Sarah's original reason for coming here had simply been to make the headmaster call the girls to the office. Even though she still wanted to talk to Ceel and Fannya later, there wasn't much point to doing that now. Lena sighed, gently. "I'll come with you, then. Mine is not for a while, but I was just about to take a break from work." Sarah hadn't noticed it before, but the tiny headmaster's voice seemed a little more strained than usual. However, when Sarah tried to open the wooden door leading out of the office, it would not budge an inch. Elsanova and Leanore had just exited through it, but somehow the door's lock had become jammed since then. Lena had left her desk, and was standing right behind her. "Is there a problem?" "The door won't open..." Sarah tried pushing the handle a few more times. "Oh! This happens all the time. I really ought to get it fixed. Let me try to open it." Sarah moved out of the way. However, she was shocked to see Lena getting some distance from the door, then forcefully ramming it with her shoulder. *BANG!* Whatever result Lena had been expecting, this probably wasn't it. Her fierce charge caused the door's handle to fall off completely, but the door remained stuck. "I- Oops. That's not what usually happens." Sarah privately wondered how common an occurrence this was. She would have to bring up a door budget during the next personnel meet. Rushing headfirst into an unbudging door seemed to have been more than a little shocking for Lena. All of a sudden, her face was flush with color. She tensed up. "Eep!" Sarah came to her side. "Are you hurt?" Lena's breathing was a little pained, but she quickly composed herself. "N-no. I'm fine, I was expecting the door to open, that's all." Things were not going according to Sarah's plan. Her own toilet time was coming up in just a few minutes, and other than the door there was no apparent way to leave the room. The windows would have been an option, but the office was on the second floor. Trying to leave that way would not only be dangerous, it would also make Sarah seem totally nuts. Lena grabbed her phone out of her jeans pocket. "W-Well. I'm calling the janitor to break us out." Twenty minutes later, and the two women were still stuck in the office. The janitor had come by just a few minutes ago, checked the door, then left to get some tools. At this point, it was quite clear that Lena was suffering from a full bladder, too. She'd mostly kept quiet during their confinement, but had kept her legs crossed for the past couple of minutes while shooting worried glances towards Sarah. Sarah was doing a little better. Her short skirt did feel somewhat constricting around her hard abdomen, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Sarah's next toilet time was scheduled for 18:30. It was clear things were going to get very uncomfortable for the teacher, but she had something even more pressing to worry about. Her plan to meet the girls in the lab seemed to have backfired; they had likely already started running experiments at this point. When the janitor had come by, she had strongly considered simply making him rush down to the lab, but had decided against it. Her own somewhat selfish decision had led to this; she didn't want to potentially get the girls into trouble for it. She was brought out of her fret by Lena's frantic potty dance. The younger woman was stomping back and forth across the room, hands buried between her crossed legs. "O-Oh... Sarah, do you think we'll be out of h-here soon?" "I'm sure the janitor will be here any second now." Sarah was glad she was still able to maintain her composure in front of her boss, even in a situation like this. "Mmph!" Lena stopped her pacing to really squeeze herself. "I-ah! I didn't expect this to get so... Bad...! Oh, Sarah, I... I'm sorry you have to see me in such a state." Lena let go of herself, but kept her legs locked together. She looked intently at Sarah, blushing. "I just hadn't had a chance to p-pe... do it since before lunch!" Sarah had been going without a bathroom break since 8:20, but kept her mouth shut. The headmaster was quite diminutive, after all. It made sense her bladder would be smaller than Sarah's honed organ. "Don't worry about it, Lena. It's bound to happen to everyone at some point, in this day and age. I'm sure you'll make it." Lena kept her pained expression, but nodded. "Y-Yes... What kind of example would I set o-otherwise!?" Dangit, he better not have forgotten about us! Ten minutes later, and the women were still stuck in the office. Lena's condition had, at this point, gone from "desperate" to "critical". "Oooh..." Lena let out a wail of anguish through her grit teeth. "I-I was going to use my b-break and go to the public bathroom... But I-I don't think I can make that anymore...!" Lena was looking around the room for some sort of solution, but clearly she had trouble focusing at this point. Her eyes would wander somewhere, then quickly dart back to her legs as she gave herself a tight squeeze using her legs and both hands. "Um... Do you have a toilet time soon? We've been here for a while, at this point.” Sarah tried to turn the conversation to something more constructive. Hope and shame flashed across Lena's flush face. "I... I don't... C-can you t-tell me wh-what the time is? P-please..." Sarah felt a bit of pity as she checked her arm for the time. "It's 17:07. Is that good?" Lena shone with a bit of newfound hope. "O-oh! My time is in just ten minutes then! I.. I can make that..!" Sarah was relieved for Lena's sake. At least then one of them that needed it most would get it soon. Lena's posture seemed a little more natural. "To-toilet! Soon, I'll get to d-do it! In just ten minutes... I'll finally be a-able to p-pee!" Lena's desperate rambling was having a bit of an effect on Sarah's own bladder. "Should we talk about something els-" "G-get out of these tight j-jeans... Take... Take off... Take them off...! And f-finally empty my bladder...! Ah!" *Psh!* A sizeable wet spot appeared on Lena's blue jeans, and the tiniest rivulet of liquid sneaked it's way down her inner thigh. "Y-You need to think about something else, Lena!" "Haah! Ah! I-I I can h-hold it, I-I. I just h-had to let a tiny bit out, is a-all!" Lena's expression was somewhere between "frantic panic" and "caught with her hands in the cookie jar"."I-I, don't w-worry! There i-is still so much left in my b-b-bladder! I'll let it all o-out in the toilet, p-proper..! You'll s-... Y-you'll... You... Y- Aaahhh!" *Psssssssshhh!* Lena's face gradually melted into the image of heavenly relief. Her entire body was shaking as she let loose the contents of her absolute limit. A rather respectable puddle formed under her shuddering form, created from the pitter-patter under the hem of her saturated jeans. "Ooooh... My..." Lena shivered gently as her accident came to a close. She opened her eyes. "I'm sorry I... You know... This is not the sort of thing a headmaster should be doing, is it?" Sarah brought her finger to her mouth. "Don't worry about it. This only happened because of your commitment to your job, right? Is there anything for you to change into in here?" "T-Thank you..." Lena still looked quite ashamed, but at least it didn't seem like she was going to start crying any more. "There's some outdoor-wear in the closet. If you would turn around?" Sarah could hear Lena clean herself up and change into the baggy outdoor trousers. When she turned back around, she blushed a little at the sight of Lena's drenched jeans and panties, neatly folded on the floor. "Hey, are you two still in there?" The two women jumped at the voice. Lena seemed a little out of it, so Sarah quickly spoke up. "Y-yes! Hurry up and get us out of here!" A moment later, the door was open again. The janitor beamed with a goofy smile at his handiwork, but Sarah had no time to stick around - she had wasted way too much time at this point. Just as she was about to exit the office, Lena stopped her. "U-um, you needed to use the toilet, right? You can have my time, since, you know..." Sarah considered the offer. On the one hand, she needed to go to the lab ASAP. On the other, her bladder was seriously becoming an issue at this point; and Lena's intense accident certainly hadn't helped matters. "Sure, thank you." They quickly made their way to the B-block toilet. Due to the circumstances, she had left the girls in the science lab for almost fifty minutes. She trusted that they would be fine just a little longer. She did not have nearly as much faith in her bladder; it felt very hard and hurt a little. After she entered the toilet, Sarah did feel a little guilty. The only reason she was even able to get her relief here was because Lena hadn't been able to make it. Perhaps she would need to work even harder on her willpower if she was to truly help the next generation. However, a great pang from her aching abdomen caused her to hurry towards the white porcelain. She quickly hoisted up her skirt and lowered her pristine panties. Consuming the seat with her butt, she let loose. Oh, it felt heavenly. The volume and force of her stream made it clear just how full the woman had been just a second ago. Sarah opened her legs a little, pushing her skirt even further up her midsection. She tried applying a little bit of extra force, since she wanted to finish her pee as soon as possible. As her very relieving pee was coming to a close, Sarah let a throaty moan slip. It was the kind of sound Sarah would never let out intentionally if it weren't for the toilet's soundproofed walls. She got some toilet paper and quickly wiped herself clean-ish. Finally, she could head down to the science lab. At the door, she paused for a second. She had taken way longer to get here than anticipated. If she was right and the girls were experimenting without permission, they had been given ample time. She was convinced they wouldn't do anything too dangerous, but standing just by the closed door made her worry nonetheless. Then there was the possibility that they had already left, and wouldn't that be a disappointment? Sarah shook her head, fiddled with her keys for a bit to get the right one, then opened the door. The sight that greeted her was, in a word, shocking. The door to the science room opened. Lea turned her head towards it. This wasn't supposed to happen. No one should be coming in here for at least another half an hour. And this was the worst possible moment for this to happen. Suddenly, a different sound caught Lea's attention. Elsanova was peeing, quite forcefully, into the beaker. Lea's mind raced. This was a very compromising situation for the two of them to be caught in, how would they- With her attention shifted back towards Elsanova, Lea finally noticed. Inside the beaker, a reaction was occurring. The reaction. Lea's mind went into hyperdrive, what had previously seemed like a massive crisis was repressed through tunnel vision. A split second passed, but for Lea it seemed as though she spent an hour observing to beaker. And during that split second Lea's brain pulsed with electrifying activity. The process had worked. Which meant the determining factor had been the pee, rather than the growing solution. And there was only one common factor between the pees Lea could think of - when the process had worked, both Lea and Elsanova had been extremely desperate, which meant... It sounded silly to the point where Lea almost wanted to laugh. However, she realised that her thought process didn't end there. When the federation had made their treaty with humans sixteen years ago, they had given Earth the brief document detailing laws, trade and toilet times. The toilet directives limited how often an individual was allowed to use a bathroom and outlawed non-federation toilets. Lea felt a strange mixture of excitement and fear as the true purpose of the directives dawned on her. Urene was created using a desperate pee.
Before we begin, I just want to put a spoiler warning: The Y'shtola in this story is more recent, and has certain character developments that take place during the Heavensward expansion for FFXIV. If you haven't done the 3.0 main story quest, and don't want spoils, do -not- read on! Otherwise, enjoy! Her outfit is below!                                    Y'shtola knelt down next to a rock wall in Northern Thanalan, poking her head around the corner she gazed at Castrum Meridianum... what was left of it, anyway. Operation Archon had done quite a number on it, and while mostly abandoned, she had heard rumor of Garlean agents being spotted within the ruins. Why they would be poking around in a ruined base destroyed more than a summer past she didn't know, but if there was something of value for the imperials, it was up to the Scion to ensure they didn't get their greasy hands on it. While the dull murk of the region would have made it difficult for most to see, Y'shtola wasn't so hindered by sight... such was the mixed blessing that had been bestowed upon her. Too much time spent in the lifestream had robbed her of her eyesight. For a mercy, her skill in manipulating aether meant she could compensate and see things that way. Her mentor, Matoya was quick to remind her of the toll it would take on her, of course, but it was better than being a decrepit blind woman for the rest of her days. It also allowed her to see the silhouettes of things as the aether moved through and around them. Walls, destroyed warmachina, Cohorts.... Cohorts? She blinked and narrowed her pale eyes as she focused on them. A half dozen cohorts and a Centurion. They were attempting to pry open a compartment on a Garlean gunship, with the Centurion standing by looking important and doing nothing, as was expected of a 'pureblood'. Realizing she didn't have much time before they got what they were after, she had a choice; she could call in to the rest of the scions, or the local Flame garrison and hope they got there in time, or take matters into her own hands and dispatch the fiends herself. Taking her cane of petrified wood into her hand, she decided on the latter. She had dealt with worse. Moving closer as silent as a tribal huntress, she got within range and planned her attack. One of the Cohorts, a 'Secutore', stepped towards her position, possibly to relieve himself. Channeling her aether, she lifting a sizeable boulder from a pile and launched it at the soldier. A faint 'crack!' could be heard from her position as the large rock hit the helmeted man and snapped his neck, killing him instantly. Unfortunately it was loud enough for the others to hear, and they turned to investigate the noise. Stepping out from her cover, she readied her staff and began to channel aether, maintaining her stoic demeanor. As two charged forth to attack, she blasted one with a burst of intense wind and another with the boulder that had killed his comrade. Enraged, the rest of the squad charged. Channeling aether from the air around her, her feet left the ground and light coalesced around her before exploding outwards like a bomb. In an instant, the other cohorts vanished, their bodies nowhere to be found. That left the Centurion. Feeting touching the ground again, she saw the garlean draw a gunblade and aim it at her. Raising her arms, she conjured a shield of aether just in time to absorb several bullets from the strange foreign weapon. She thought she heard the faintest of growls as the Centurion began to walk towards her, resorting to melee strikes. But she would never let him get that far... Dipping her hand low, and jutting it up vigorously, she lifted a number of stones, as well as the centurion himself into the air. The stones arrayed themselves around the armored man, before she closed her fist, causing the stones to crush into him violently. In a matter of seconds, the soldier was twitching, then dead. Leaning on her cane, she gasped for breath. It was a bit more taxing than she was expecting, but she had taken care of the threat, at least for now. She would inform the Flames of the gunship. Right now, she needed rest. Focusing her thoughts on Revenant's Toll, she teleported back to the Rising Stones. Upon arrival, she collapsed yet again. Her aether was spent. She should have accounted for the distance she had to travel in her teleport, but the prospect of a warm bed had filled her thoughts. Remembering her mentor's words from before, she relaxed her spell that allowed her to 'see'. If she expended every last ilm of aether, she would die, after all. Climbing to her feet, she listened to the sounds, and oriented herself towards the tavern that hid the Rising Stones, using her hands to grab onto the door frame and guide herself by touch as soon as she was able. Guiding herself to a couch once she was inside, she flopped onto it and fell asleep. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ....Pressure. She felt pressure in her abdomen. Jolting awake, she let out a whimper. How long had she been asleep? A bell? Two? She couldn't tell... but by the TWELVE did the miqo'te have to relieve herself! Having drank so much water in Thanalan earlier in the day and expending herself so much, she was hardly surprised. She could tell that her aether was far too low to allow herself to 'see' again, she knew she would have to find her way to a toilet the same way she made it into the Rising Stones: by her other senses. Standing up, she felt a pang in her bladder which caused her to thrust her hands towards her womanhood despite herself. "By the godsssss....." She hissed, her tail lashing behind her and her ears pinned back. She couldn't wet herself; she was a scholar of Sharlayan! A Scion of the Seventh Dawn! Feeling the pang subside, she began to hobbled, first grabbing onto a table, then a chair as she desperately tried to remember where the toilets were located. Moving towards what she knew was a hallway, she let out a whimper with each throb of need. Entering the hallway, she felt along the wall. After a few feet, she found the first door, and opened it to feel inside. No luck; a broom closet. The false hope was enough of a tease that her aching bladder loosened and released a few dribbles of pee into her pantalettes, and she stiffened and let out a gasp as she fought to regain control. After a moment, she averted the crisis, although she knew she needed to get to the privy -now-. Closing the closet door, she moved down the hallway some more until she felt a second. "This... this has got to be it. I pray it is..." she muttered to herself, grasping the handle and pulling.... Locked. She pulled again, and again, putting her weight into it, but to no avail. And her body decided it was out of time. Hands thrusting from the handle to her groin again, she felt the flood fill her pantalettes and flow down her thighs as she began to pant in shock. Hot urine flowed from her bottoms, down her bare skin, and either splattered off or continued to cascade down her thighboots before either pooling inside them, or forming a puddle underneath her. Her pants turned into a sigh of relief as her mind became overcome with relief, forgetting for a moment that she was using her panties, not the privy she was supposed to be using! "...Shtola?" A male voice could be heard behind her. Snapping out of her primal revelry, she turns her head towards the voice. "Thancred..." she growled. Her cheeks took on a pink tinge as she spoke menacingly to the hyur. "....pray, do not tell anyone what you have just paid witness to. For if you do..." she turned to glare at Thancred, or as well as she could not being able to see. "I will tell all of your 'female companions' about each other. Am I understood?" Edited March 6, 2018 by MNLycan (see edit history)
Author's note: The following story takes place in the world of Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid.  Hope you enjoy. It was the middle of January and Shouta was out in forest up in the mountains collecting a special herb to make potions with.  He had done this a couple of times by himself before, but this time accompanying him was his familiar, Lucoa.  They had spent much of the morning sifting through the snow in an attempt to find the herb Shouta was looking for, but were not having much luck.  Around noon time, Shouta was about ready to give up.  He was cold, tired, and in major need for a bathroom.  The thought of going outside had crossed his mind, but he didn’t want to do it with Lucoa around since she had a tendency to do things that embarrassed him greatly.  However, he was reaching his limit and if he didn’t do something soon, he was going to wet himself.  “Lucoa, would you mind searching along those bushes over there?” asked Shouta in an attempt to get her away from him. “Sure, Shouta baby,” replied Lucoa with her usual cheerful smile.  As she went to go investigate the bushes, Shouta snuck off to go relieve himself.  As he was letting loose in the snow, an interesting thought came to him.  Shouta then began attempting to write his name in the snow, all though it was with little success as the kanji was barely readable.  Suddenly he heard the crunching of snow as Lucoa called out, “I couldn’t find it over there.”  Shouta turned around just in time to see Lucoa standing several feet behind him.  The sight of her made him stop what he was doing.  “What are you doing?” she asked as she started moving closer to him. “Get back you demon!” screamed Shouta as he froze up in fear as he thought of what Lucoa might do.  Of course, Lucoa didn’t listen and soon she was standing right next to him, looking down at the yellow snow. “Were you trying to write your name in the snow?” asked Lucoa as she tried to make heads or tails of what had been written in the snow. Realizing that he couldn’t deny it, he said, “Yes I was.”  Lucoa looked at him with much curiosity.  “Writing your name in the snow is something that all boys try to do at least once in their lives,” stated Shouta, not really knowing why he was trying to defend his actions to her.  Regardless of what he said, he knew how weird it must have looked. “I get it,” said Lucoa, “but your writing is terrible.  Here let me help.”  Before Shouta could say anything, Lucoa made her attempt to help him.  However, her attempt to help only made matters worse as a flustered Shouta fought back, partially wetting himself in the process. “STOP IT!” screamed Shouta as he managed to pull away from her and adjusted his now slightly wet pants. “I was only trying to help,” replied Lucoa, a little taken aback by being yelled at. “I didn’t ask for your help,” said Shouta, his usual shy demeanor now replaced with seething rage.  “Your always doing things that embarrass me and then act like it’s no big deal and you have no sense of personal boundaries.” “I’m sorry,” replied Lucoa, sensing that she had really done it this time. “I don’t want to hear it from you because I know you don’t mean it.  You’re ruining my life.  I wish I had never summoned you.” “Shouta, I…” “SHUT UP! I HATE YOU! LEAVE AND DON’T EVER COMEBACK!” screamed Shouta, his anger getting the best of him.  The forest was silent for a few moments, but those few moments seemed to last for an eternity.  As he calmed down a little bit, he began to recognize that maybe he had gone too far.  He then looked up at Lucoa who still had a smile on her face.  It was then that he noticed that tears were beginning to form in her eyes. “Okay.  If that is what you wish, then I will do as you say,” she then turned around and opened a small portal.  As Lucoa entered the portal, she turned her head towards Shouta who was shocked to see the first of what would be many tears running down her cheeks.  Then she was gone. “I don’t need you!” screamed Shouta.  He then began the short trek to the nearest train station. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was Kobayashi’s day off and she was using it to relax under the kotatsu on this cold January day.  Joining her under the kotatsu was her doting dragon maid Tohru.  “This is so relaxing,” said Kobayashi as she basked in the warmth of the kotatsu. “Yeah, it feels amazing,” chimed Tohru.  “I don’t think I could get up even if I wanted to.”  The moment she said that, the two women heard the buzz of the doorbell. “Tohru, could you answer that?” “Why me?” “You’re closer.” “Fine,” said Tohru as she got out from underneath the kotatsu.  The doorbell buzzed once more.  “I’m coming,” yelled Tohru as she made her way for the door.  As she opened the door, she was surprised to see a crying Lucoa standing outside the apartment.  “Lucoa, what’s wrong?”  Instead of answering her, Lucoa ran into Tohru’s arms, burying her face in Tohru’s ample bosom, and cried hysterically.  Lucoa’s crying was enough to draw Kobayashi out from the kotatsu.  Kobayashi had never been good at handling these sorts of things.  As she walked over to Tohru who was now doing her best to try to comfort her friend, Kobayashi said, “Her crying is going to attract the neighbors.  Bring her inside quickly.” Tohru did as she was told.  Once they were inside, Tohru sat Lucoa down at the kitchen table and made her something warm to drink.  Kobayashi sat down at the table and not really knowing what else to do pushed a box of tissues towards Lucoa.  “Thank you,” said Lucoa as she took the tissues and began blowing her nose. “You’re usually so bright and cheerful,” said Kobayashi, “did something happen?”  The room was silent except for the sounds of Lucoa’s crying and Tohru’s pouring of the drinks. “Don’t worry, you can tell us what’s going on,” said Tohru as she placed a hot cup of coffee in front of Lucoa.  Lucoa grabbed the cup of coffee, took a sip, and sobbed, “Shouta said he never wants to see me again.” “Isn’t he always getting flustered and yelling at you to stay away from him?” asked Kobayashi, taking a sip from her own drink.  “What’s different this time?”  Lucoa then proceeded to tell them what happened and what Shouta had said.  At the end, she cried, “Shouta hates me now.” “I’m sure he doesn’t hate you,” said Tohru supportively.  “I’m sure he was just shocked and said things he didn’t mean in anger.  Just give him some time to cool down and try apologizing to him when you see him tonight.” “I don’t think that's a good idea,” replied Kobayashi.  “From what I’m hearing, it sounds like you made him really mad.  Honestly, I don’t think it's a good idea for you to see him for a while.” “How long is a while?” asked Lucoa. “I don’t really know, but based on his reaction, it would be better for you to wait until he wants to see you,” said Kobayashi. “And what if he never wants to see me again?” asked a worried Lucoa “Then there really isn’t anything you can do about it,” replied Kobayashi, her words coming off as cold and uncaring. “How can you say that?” asked Tohru.  “Can’t you see that Lucoa is hurting?” “Of course I can,” replied Kobayashi as she took off her glasses and cleaned a smudge off them.  As she put them back on, she said, “When a person says those kinds of things, they are usually at point where they are so angry that no amount of apologizing will fix their mood, in fact apologizing will only make it worse.  All you can do is let nature take its course and wait for them to seek you out.” “Kobayashi’s right,” said Lucoa as she finished her cup.  “I should stay away from Shouta until he wants to see me.”  She then proceeded to get up from the table.  “I should probably leave now.  Thank you for trying to comfort me.” “Do you have anywhere to stay?” asked Tohru, her question knocking Lucoa off guard. “No, I don’t.” “We have plenty of space.  You can stay with us for a while,” replied Kobayashi. “Thank you.  I appreciate your hospitality,” said Lucoa as she bowed her head.  She then happened to look outside and saw that it had begun snowing.  As she watched the snowflakes fall, she wondered if things would ever be the same again. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Shouta had returned home just as it started snowing.  He went up to his room to change out of his urine soaked clothes, half expecting for Lucoa to be waiting for him in his room.  However, she wasn’t there.  Suddenly the thought crossed his mind that maybe Lucoa had done exactly as he told her to and left for good.  Shouta quickly shook the thought out of his mind.  “She’ll be back soon,” he said to himself, “I mean she always comes back even after I tell her to go away.  This is no different.”  However, a small part of him couldn’t help but think that maybe he was wrong.  Several hours passed and it was soon dinner time.  As Shouta sat down to eat with his parents, he couldn’t help but notice that Lucoa still had not returned.  His mother must have noticed it as well because she asked, “Where’s Lucoa?  It’s not like her to miss dinner without saying something to one of us.” “I’m sure she is off with her friends and forgot to tell us that she’d be out late,” replied Shouta’s father.  “I’m sure she’ll be back soon.  Right son?”   Shouta didn’t say anything, he merely nodded his head.  His mind was lost in thought over whether Lucoa was going to come back or not. It was soon bedtime and Lucoa still had not returned.  By this time, Shouta was really beginning to worry that she had left for good.  As he lay in bed, he found it difficult to sleep as he had become oddly accustomed to Lucoa sneaking into his bed, much to his chagrin.  “She’ll come back,” he told himself over and over again, “she always does.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. A week flew by and Lucoa had still not returned.  As Shouta’s family sat down to dinner, Shouta’s father said, “I haven’t seen Lucoa in a while.  I hope she’s okay.” “Shouta, is everything alright?” asked his mother.  “You’ve barely touched your dinner.” “I’m not very hungry,” replied Shouta, “may I be excused.”  His mother gave him the okay. As Shouta left the table his father asked, “Shouta, do you know when Lucoa is coming back?”  The question felt like a knife to the heart. “She’s gone and she’s never coming back!” screamed Shouta, tears forming in his eyes.  He then ran upstairs and locked himself in his bedroom and began crying into his pillow. “I’m sorry.  Please come back.”  He eventually cried himself to sleep, just as he had done for the last several nights. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Kobayashi was hard at work, the black bags under eyes revealing to those around her that she had not been sleeping well.  As she typed away, she soon found herself nodding off.  She was jolted awake by the sound of a coffee cup being placed in front of her.  Turning her head, she saw that Takiya was standing behind her, a concerned look on his face.  “You don’t look so good.  Is everything okay at home?” “I’m fine,” yawned Kobayashi as she grabbed the cup and took a sip, “it’s just that I haven’t been getting much sleep lately.” “May I ask what’s going on?” “As you know from our after-work drinking sessions, Lucoa has been staying at my place for the past week due to a fight with Shouta.  During the day she seems bright and cheerful, but when night comes she starts to remember little things about him and begins crying her eyes out.  It’s been keeping me up the past few nights now.  What’s worse is that she’s started sneaking into my bed and using me as a body pillow.  Her breasts almost suffocated me seven times last night.” “That’s rough,” said Takiya.  “Maybe it’s time that you try patching things up between those two.” “Believe me, I'd like too, but I think that it’s something that they should try to resolve on their own.” “Alright, but if you change your mind don’t hesitate to ask for help,” said Takiya with a smile. “Thank you,” replied Kobayashi as she turned her focus back to her work. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… As Takiya returned to his apartment, he was greeted by the familiar sight of Fafnir playing video games.  “Welcome back.  How was work?” asked Fafnir, his eyes glued to the computer screen. “Same old, same old,” said Takiya as he put his glasses on and reverted to his otaku form.  “I’ll start making the curry.” “Is it mild?” asked Fafnir. “It’s mild, same as always,” smiled Takiya as he began preparing the food.  “You know Kobayashi’s been telling me that Lucoa has been crying a lot lately.  I’m thinking that maybe you should go check on her.  She is your friend after all.” “She is not my friend,” said Fafnir coldly, “she is merely a fellow dragon who happens to be an acquaintance.” “I see,” said Takiya with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Hey Takiya, do you think if I went to Kobayashi’s place that she would let me play that new videogame she has?” asked Fafnir. “I think she would,” said Takiya smiling for he knew that that was Fafnir’s way of saying that he would check up on Lucoa.  “Dinner’s ready.”  As the two sat down for dinner, Takiya hoped for Kobayashi’s sake that things would work out soon. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The next day while Kobayashi was at work, Fafnir made a visit to her apartment.  It was late in the afternoon when Fafnir arrived.  As Tohru let him in, she asked, “What brings you over here today?” “I’m simply here to play that new videogame that Takiya was telling me about.”  As he made his way into the living room, he said, “I heard that Lucoa had a fight with that little human and has been staying here for the past few days.  Is she around?” “Yeah, but she’s sleeping right now in Kobayashi’s room.  Do you want me to wake her?” “There is no need for that, I was merely making conversation.” Suddenly the door to Kobayashi’s room opened.  As Lucoa walked out, she noticed Fafnir preparing to play a videogame.  “Here to play another game I see,” teased Lucoa as she did her best to be cheerful. “You know, if a human makes you this upset, then maybe it’s time that you moved back to our world,” said Fafnir in his usual cold tone.  “Humans are selfish creatures who do not care if their words hurt others.  It is in their nature.  If you go back to that boy it will happen again and again.  Even if you somehow manage to patch things up, what happens then?  That boy will eventually die.  We both know that when that happens you will experience a pain far beyond what you are feeling now.  You should take this little spat as an opportunity to leave before that happens.” “FAFNIR!” screamed Torhu as she grabbed him and prepared to hit him with her fist which had now taken dragon form. “Stop it Torhru,” said Lucoa.  “Fafnir is right.  Maybe I should go home for a while.” “Are you sure about that?” asked Tohru as she released her grip on Fafnir. “Yes.  Would you mind going with me on a little trip to the mountains.  There is something that I have to do before I go.” “Alright,” said Tohru.  She then turned to Fafnir and said, “Kanna should be coming home any minute. Could you watch her while I’m gone?” “Sure,” said Fafnir, his attention now glued to the game he was playing. “Let’s get going quickly.  I hear it’s supposed to snow again soon.  Let’s take the train, it’s too cold to fly,” said Tohru as she and Lucoa set off for the mountains. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was about five o’clock in the evening when Kobayashi stepped out of the office.  As she began massaging her shoulders, she said, “It’s been a long time since I got out this early.  Maybe I’ll grab a quick drink on the way home.”  As she took a step forward, something ran into her with enough speed and force to knock her down.  “Owww,” whined Kobayashi as she sat up.  It was then that she noticed that Shouta was laying on the ground in front of her.  “Shouta, what are you doing here?” she asked as she helped him up. “I came here looking for you.  I thought you might know where Lucoa is.  I need to talk to her.  It’s important. “She’s been staying at my place for the past week.  I’ll call the house and see if she can meet us somewhere,” replied Kobayashi as she pulled out her cellphone and dialed the number. “Hello? Who may I ask is calling?” answered a cute voice on the other side of the line. “Hey Kanna, it’s Kobayashi.  Can you put Tohru or Lucoa on the phone?” “There not here,” replied Kanna. “Hold up a second, are you alone right now?” asked a worried Kobayashi. “No, Fafnir is watching me.” “Put Fafnir on the line right now and if he says no, tell him that he won’t be playing any more of my videogames,” “Alright,” said Kanna.  Kobayashi patiently waited. “What do you want human?” asked Fafnir in his usual cold and condescending tone. “I want you to tell me where Tohru and Lucoa went.” “They went to the mountains,” replied Fafnir.  “Lucoa plans on moving back to our world.” “WHAT!!!” screamed Kobayashi in shock.  “How long ago did they leave?” “They left a couple hours ago.  Said something about taking a train.  If you’ll excuse me I’m going back to my game,” and with that Fafnir hung up on her. “DAMN IT!” screamed Kobayashi.  She then looked down at Shouta and said, “Lucoa is planning on heading back to her world.  If we hurry we should be able to stop her.”  As the two began running for the station, they bumped into Elma who was carrying two bags filled to the brim with snacks.  Kobayashi quickly grabbed her and said, “Hey Elma, do you think you could go to my place and watch Kanna for me until I get back?  Fafnir is there right now but he is not exactly the caregiving type.” “I’m sorry, but I’m sort of busy right now,” replied Elma, doing her best not to drop her bags. “If you do this for me, then I promise I’ll take you to that new all-you-can-eat cake buffet that just opened up a few blocks away from here,” begged Kobayashi. Elma began to drool at the thought of all the sweets she could stuff her face with.  “I guess I can watch her for a little while.” “Good,” said Kobayashi as she handed her a key to the apartment.  She then turned to Shouta and said, “Hurry up now, the train is going to leave soon.”  Elma watched as the two ran off, wondering what could possibly have them in such a hurry.  It was then that the first few flakes of snow began falling. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. While Kobayashi and Shouta were boarding a train bound for the mountains, Tohru and Lucoa had already reached their destination and were now sifting through the snow looking for the herb that Shouta had been looking for a week earlier.  “Tell me why exactly are we doing this?” asked Tohru, her hands starting to get cold as she dug around in the snow.” “I wanted to find a few of the herbs that Shouta needs before I left.  I was hoping that you could give them to him along with the message that I am sorry for what I did.” “Are you really sure you want to go back to our world?” “Yes.  Fafnir was right when he said that my staying here would only cause me more pain.  I’ve known all along that Shouta will grow old and eventually die.  Human lives are so short compared to ours.  It would be better if I went back to the other world.” “That’s exactly why you need to spend as much time with Shouta as you can so that you can create happy memories that you can cherish long after he is gone.” “You know as well as I do that with the passage of time even the happiest memories become sad reminders of what once was.  Honestly, I think I’d be better off not having those memories.” “I think I understand,” said Tohru as she looked at Lucoa.  “But can you honestly tell me that by leaving things like this that you won’t regret it for the rest of your life?” Before Lucoa could respond, the two girls heard footsteps crunching the snow behind them.  “Excuse me ladies but I couldn’t help hearing that you come from another world.  Do you think you could do me a favor?” asked a stranger standing several feet away from them.  The girls looked at each other as they contemplated what to do next. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The temperature had dropped significantly as Kobayashi and Shouta searched the forest for Tohru and Lucoa.  “TOHRU, LUCOA, WHERE ARE YOU?” yelled Kobayashi as the wind kicked up. “Look over there,” shouted Shouta as he pointed to a strange black glow in the distance.  Just as Kobayashi turned her head, Shouta took off running at full speed. “Wait up,” yelled Kobayashi as she did her best to keep up with him.  But Shouta was too focused on reaching the light.  He knew from past experience that what he was seeing was a portal to the other world.  As he got closer, he could see Tohru standing in front of it.  He then watched in horror as the portal began to get smaller and smaller.  “Wait,” cried Shouta, “don’t close that portal.”  Suddenly he lost his footing and tripped, slamming face first into the snow.  As he lifted his head, he watched as the portal closed.  “NO!” he cried as he sat up and stared at where the portal had been just a few seconds earlier. “Shouta are you okay?” asked Kobayashi as she knelt down in the snow next to him, doing her best to wipe the snow off his face and jacket. “She’s gone,” said Shouta as tears began streaming down his face.  “She’s gone and it’s all my fault.  I never even got to apologize.” “I thought this is what you wanted,” said Kobayashi as she grabbed a handkerchief from her coat pocket and began wiping Shouta’s face.  “I mean you were always telling her to stay away.” “I know that,” sobbed Shouta.  “She was clingy and she was always doing things that embarrassed me.  But she was always there for me when I got home from school and would listen to me when I told her about my day.  Who’s going to be there for me now?” “I see,” said Kobayashi as she finally began to understand just what was going on.  “So, what you’re saying is that she is like an annoying big sister and that your lonely without her?”  Shouta nodded his head.  Kobayashi lifted her head up and yelled, “Did you hear all that?”  As the wind stopped, Shouta heard something hit the snow.  Turning around, he saw Lucoa standing several feet behind him.  Next to her feet was a pile of the herb that Shouta had been looking for. “SHOUTA BABY!” she screamed as she ran over to him and hugged him against her ginormous breasts, nearly suffocating him in the process. “How are you here?” asked a very confused Shouta.  “I saw the portal close.” “Oh, that?” responded Tohru, “That was a portal for another creature from our world that just happened to pass by and was looking for a way home.” Shouta looked into Lucoa’s eyes and asked, “Are you still planning on going home to your world?” “Of course not, my home is in this world with you silly,” replied Lucoa as she used the sleeve of her sweater to wipe the few remaining tears from Shouta’s face.  She then helped him to his feet before turning her attention to the others.  “We should probably start making our way back before the storm kicks up again.” “Alright,” said Tohru as she turned into her dragon form, “everybody get on.” “Are you crazy?” cried Kobayashi.  “If we rode on you in this weather we’d probably freeze to death.  I’m taking the train.” “Fine,” pouted Tohru as she and Kobayashi began making their way out of the forest.  “You guys coming?” “There’s something I need to do first.  We’ll catch up in a second,” shouted Lucoa.  She watched as the other two walked off.  Just then there was a break in the clouds, allowing the moon and stars to illuminate the spot that she and Shouta were standing in.  Lucoa turned to Shouta and said, “I’m sorry for what I did.  I’ll try to be more considerate in the future but I can’t make any promises that I won’t do something to embarrass you.” “That’s alright,” said Shouta.  “And for what it’s worth I’m sorry for the things I said to you.  Now can we please get out of here, I’m starting to get cold.” “Not yet,” replied Lucoa, “there is still one thing left that I need to do.”  It was then that Shouta noticed that Lucoa was crossing her legs a bit.  As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed that her bladder seemed to be bulging a bit. “Is everything alright?” he asked, not quite sure if he wanted to know the answer. “I just really need to pee,” replied Lucoa.  “In fact, I’ve been holding it for about ten hours now.” “That can’t possibly be healthy,” said Shouta.  “Why have you been holding it that long?” “Well the first seven hours were because I was sleeping and couldn’t be bothered to get up.  The last three hours were intentionally just for you.” “Why?” “Because I had a feeling you’d come find me and I wanted to do something that makes us even for what happened that day.”  Before he could ask what she meant by that, Shouta watched as Lucoa unfastened her pants and pulled them down just below her thighs.  Lucoa then proceeded to spread her labia in full view of Shouta who was both embarrassed yet fascinated at the same time.  Shouta watched as the snow in front of Lucoa began melting away and turning a golden yellow.  As her piss stream hit the snow, she began moving her hips around.  It took a few seconds for Shouta to recognize that Lucoa was writing something in the snow. “What are you writing?” he asked, his face now red with embarrassment. “You’ll see,” she said.  A couple more minutes passed before she finally finished.  As Shouta looked at the writing, he realized it was the kanji for: “Shouta and Lucoa, together forever”.  The words were encircled in a heart.  What shocked Shouta the most was not what the words said but the fact that Lucoa had enough piss in her to write all of that.  As he turned to face her, he watched as she pulled up her pants and noticed a large wet patch in the front of her pants.  He had been so busy watching her stream hit the snow that he hadn’t noticed some of it falling into her pants.  “Now we’re even,” said Lucoa smiling as she showed off her now soiled pants. “That’s just gross,” said Shouta as he put his arm up to his face in order to hide a smile. “Oh come on,” teased Lucoa.  “I did this all for you.  Now why don’t you give me a big hug.”  As she moved towards him, all Shouta could see was her now soiled pants. “No way!” screamed Shouta as he began running in the direction that Tohru and Kobayashi had walked off in.   As he ran, he could hear Lucoa following him. “Come on Shouta baby, give me a big hug!” “No! You’re covered in pee and you smell!” shouted Shouta as he thought about how grateful he was that Lucoa was in his life.
Tess and Jess are identical twins and best friends since the day they were born. Both have long blond hair and blue eyes. A slim body with a small B cup and small but firm ass. They love their bodies but hate their names. Well, not their names per se, but the fact that they were nearly identical. Like, how could their parents do this to them? Anyway, for their 19th birthday they decided to make a road trip through Tuscany together. They had bought an occasion and on the first leg, they were gonna drive from their home town of The Hague to Basel, where they booked a hotel to stay for one night to break the trip to Italy in two. With breaks for coffee and lunch, the trip would take approximately 9 hours. It's the morning of their departure, and the twins are making sure they have all their stuff packed. They have breakfast, three slices of bread with some Nutella, a cup of coffee and a glass of milk. At 9 they hug their parents goodbye and hit the road. After two hours they decide to stop at a roadside restaurant for some coffee. They both have a large cappucino and slowly sip it. Before they leave, Jess says she needs to use the bathroom, but quickly returns. "That was fast", Tess says. "The toilets were absolutely disgusting, and it's not that urgent", Jess replies. "Okay, then let's go. Shall I drive this part?", Tess asks. "Sure". The girls drive another two hours when Tess suggests to stop for lunch. Jess agrees and they stop at a rest stop near the Luxembourg-France border. Jess has a cheeseburger, chips and a large coke, whilst Tess orders a grilled sandwich with salad and a large coke. "Going healthy?", Jess asks. "Not really, it just looked really delicious". They finish their food and drinks and head to the adjacent store to buy a bottle of water each. "Wanna try the toilets here?", Tess asks. "Nah. I don't think they'll be cleaner than the others. I'll be fine, were already at the halfway mark". "Yeah, I was thinking the same", Tess says while feeling a slight urge herself. Jess is back at the wheel for the next two hours, so Tess makes herself comfortable in the passenger seat and quickly dozes off. At the end of the two hours, Jess is feeling quite full and can't help but squirm in her seat ever so often. "Good, you're awake. My time to sleep", Jess says as she notices Tess opening her eyes. She pulls into a rest stop a few kilometers down the road. "This rest stop better has a bathroom, I need to pee", Tess anounces, "and you must be bursting since you needed to go at our first stop". "I'm quite full, yeah", Jess confesses. But to their disappointment there are no bathrooms, just a couple of picknick tables. And some trees being used by truckers for relieve. "Ohhh, now I wish I were a guy, and I could just whip it out like that", Jess says. "Yeah, I know. You could always pop a squat, if you're that desperate". It wouldn't be the first time either of them would do so, as they often did in a quiet city park while biking back home after a night of drinking "Nah, those truckers look a bit pervy. Besides, the sat-nav says it's just 1 hour 45 minutes to our hotel. I can hold it untill then. You?", Jess says. "Same here", Tess replies They switch seats and continue their trip. Jess tries to fall asleep, but the fullness of her bladder prevents her from succeeding. After about an hour she's still awake. "Thought you wanted to sleep?", Tess asks. "Trying to", Jess replies slightly annoyed. Then she squirms again. "Maybe you shouldn't have finished that bottle of water", Tess says teasingly. "Just shut up, will you", Jess says while unbuttoning her jeans to provide some relieve. In fact, she is on the verge of wetting her pants. "Can you please pull over at the next rest stop? I can't hold it much longer", she begs her sister, while feeling a spurt escape. She quickly moves her right hand inside her jeans, grabbing her pussy through her knickers. She nearly starts crying. "Ohh my god, it's coming, it's coming", she whines. "No, it's not. You're a big girl, my beautiful twin sister, I have faith in you. You can hold it back", Tess says trying to encourage her sister. "I'm trying to", Jess says, with tears rolling down her cheeks. "I really am". But a tiny wet spot has formed on the crotch of her jeans, her knickers are soaked and her right hand is too. "Next rest stop in 10 km, that's just 5 more minutes, just hold it back with all your might", Tess says. But before well and truly finishing the sentence she hears a hissing sound coming from the passenger seat. "I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry. I just couldn't stop it anymore", Jess cries, "I look like a 3 year old now". Pee is pouring out of her, soaking through her jeans, her butt is drenched and a pool is forming on the seat, which can't soak it all up. Soon the pool overflows, creating a waterfall down to the floor. Tess tries to calm her sister down, but the sound of peeing is making her squirm in her seat too. "It's ok sis, accidents happen. Still want me to stop at that rest stop?" "No, let's just get to the hotel", Jess says still whimpering. "Okay then", Tess says slightly disappointed as she is dying for a toilet as well. But the final 30 minutes of the trip remain dry for her and she parks the car near the hotel. "Can you grab me a towel and a clean pair of jeans from my bag please? So I can clean up before entering the hotel," Jess aks. "Sure", Tess says. She can't help but do a little potty dance while searching for the stuff. "Here you go", she says handing it over to Jess. "I'm gonna go see if they have a toilet in the lobby, so I don't wet myself too. Meet me in the lobby so we can check in together?" Jess aggrees and proceeds by closing the door to provide some privacy while cleaning herself up. She finishes and walks into the hotel where she sees Tess sitting cross-legged in one of the chairs in the lobby. They head to the counter to check in. All the while Jess noticing her sister can hardly stand still. After checking in they head back to the car to grab their bags and head to their room on the fifth floor. While waiting for the lift, Jess again notices her sisters potty dance. "No toilet?", she asks. "They were cleaning it. So I had to wait. Figured we'd check in first, the I could go in our room," Tess replies with one hand on her crotch. "Stop it, what if someone sees you?" "I don't care, I lost a couple of spurts already and I don't wanna wet myself in public", Tess says as the lift arrives. While in the lift, Tess grabs herself with both hands and is jumping up and down. "Please hurry," she begs as she feels another spurt escape. This one making a coin-sized wet spot on her crotch. "Don't wet yourself now we're almost in our room", Jess says really hoping her sister won't end up the way she did. "Believe me, I'm trying to", Tess says hopelesly. The lift arrives at their floor and the girls walk towards their room. Despite having her left hand buried in her crotch, Tess feels a spurt escape her tired pussy. By the time she reaches their room, the coin-sized spot has grown to be football-sized and some made its way down her ass crack to the back of her jeans. Her left hand is wet as well. Jess walked ahead to open the door, so her sister could walk straight into the bathroom. "Thanks", she says, trying not to cry. But in spite of her sisters efforts, it's too late. As soon as she sees the toilet, she feels the dam burst. In order to minimise the clean up she quickly sits down on the toilet and pees full force for a minute and a half. "Look at us two babies, turning 19 years old in three days, both unable to hold our pee", Tess says, half crying half relieved. The twins defeatedly decide to shower before heading for dinner. "I'm hungry, let's shower together to save time, so we can head out sooner", Jess suggests and Tess aggrees. The girls clean themselves and their peed knickers and jeans before going for dinner. This story will be continued
CHAPTER 2 The evening and night go by uneventful. The next morning the girls check the weather forecast for Italy, it's gonna be a hot Italian summer day. So they decide to wear a light summer dress, a yellow one for Jess, with a pink bra and matching knickers, and a green dress with red flowers and white bra and kickers for Tess. They enjoy a lucious breakfast buffet with all sorts of breads, pancakes, and lots of juice and coffee. They each have three glasses of orange juice and two large coffees. After breakfast they proceed by checking out. "Before we leave, I'm gonna go use the bathroom, so I don't end up like yesterday", Jess says with a smile. "Me too", Tess says laughing. When they get to their car they find the fabric covered passenger seat still damp from Jess' accident the previous day. "Let's put a towel on it so our dresses won't get wet", Tess suggests, "shall I drive the first two hours?" Jess agrees with both suggestions and soon they hit the road again. Nearly two hours into the trip, Jess spots a roadside cafe. "This is probably the last stop before hitting the Gotthard tunnel. Shall we stop here for some coffee and a driver change?", she asks. "You know I don't like driving in tunnels, so yeah, sounds like a plan", Tess confirms. The girls each have a large cappucino. "You know, this will be the last time we can have one at this time of the day. In Italy it's strictly a breakfast beverage", Tess jokes. "I know", Jess says laughing. They finish their cappucino and leave the cafe. "No need to use the bathroom?", Jess asks. "Nope, I'm fine". "Me too". And they start driving again. The wait time for the tunnel is about thirty minutes, which the girls pass with some car karaoke. They drive through the tunnel and another hour further until they decide it's time for lunch. They stop somewhere in the outskirts of Milan and have a nice Italian lunch, with two large cokes each. But much to their dismay, the restaurant does not have any toilets, instead customers are expected to use the toilets in the adjacent petrol station. "They're probably disgusting, and I don't really need to go", Jess says. "A bit of a deja vu, isn't it", Tess laughs. "Guess so", Jess says, "you wanna drive from here to the coast? Along the coast there's mountains and tunnels, so I'll drive that part". "Sure", Tess says. "But first let stock up on water, it's scorching hot". And so it goes, it takes around two hours to reach the coast, during which each of the twins finishes a bottle and a half of water. Tess pulls into a rest stop just past the town of La Spezia. "Hope there's a loo here, feeling quite full", she says. "Saw you squirming behind the wheel", Jess says, "but you're not alone". "There's a small building there", Tess says relieved. She gets out but her relieve soon turns into annoyance. "Chiuso per manutenzione", a sign reads. "Dammit", Tess says under her breath. "Closed!", she yells to her sister. "What! Why?" "Maintenance", she says annoyed, sitting down in the passenger seat. "This place is way to open to pop a squat. Let's get moving and stop at the next rest stop", Jess says while starting the engine. "Okay. Hope there's one closeby. Or I'll be adding to the dampness on this seat", Tess says visibly worried. She immediately buries her hands in her crotch, the shot at relieve she briefly thought she had had significantly increased her urge. But half an hour later, still no new rest stop. And Tess is feeling her first spurt escape. "Jess", she whispers, "if we don't find a place to pull over in the next five minutes, I'm gonna pee myself". Another spurt escapes: "Okay, make that two minutes. I already lost two spurts". "Well, obviously there isn't a rest stop in sight, so here's what you gonna do. You are going to put your dress up, so it isn't under your butt. Then you're gonna take that towel, fold it once more and put it under your pussy. Then comes the hardest part; you're gonna pull your knickers down as fast as you can before letting loose in the towel. But, you'll have to stop before you overfill the towel", Jess instructs her sister. "Okay, here goes", Tess says while slowly removing her right hand from her crotch. A small spurt. She rolls up her dress so high it is now only covering her bra. Another spurt, she manages to stop by putting her left hand back in her crotch. Once she has regained control she quickly pulls the towel from under her and folds it in half. She lays it back on the seat under her pussy. She then carefully moves her right hand to the top of her knickers and her left hand as well. This causes her to lose a small trickle. She quickly pulls down her knickers all the way to her knees and presses the towel into her now bare bald pussy. Then the torrent begins, quickly filling the towel to its capacity. "It's drenched, but I can't stop", Tess says. She can feel her pee dripping through the towel, wetting her but and thighs. "Don't worry, it's not like the seat wasn't soaked with pee before", Jess says trying to calm down her sister. "But this seat hasn't. And the sound of your relieve has caused a small spurt to escape". Due to the winding road, Jess has to use both hands for driving, so she is unable the grab herself. But then, fifteen minutes later, she sighs with relieve. A sign says there's a picknick are in one kilometer. She pulls into it, but to her disappointment, no toilets. "Fuck it", Jess says, "I'm gonna have to relieve myself here, or I won't be able to concentrate on driving, causing a completely different accident", she says to her sister, who has now calmed down. Both girls look around, there are three picknick tables, sort of hidden between some pine trees. A family of four sitting at the middle one. "Squatting near a tree isn't really an option", Tess says, "those people will see you". "Only one other option left then", Jess says while opening her door as far as possible. She climbs out of the car as fast as she can, opening the rear door behind her. She rolls up her dress much like her sister's, exposing her pink knickers and lets go. A massive flood soon erupts, flowing straight through her knickers, creating a spattering sound from the pee hitting the asphalt. After a long minute, the torrent slows down to a trickle as the final drops drip from her knickers to the asphalt, she is shocked. She hears some Italian closeby and is shocked to see the family's 5 year old daughter pointing at her. The parents look at Jess with disgust before taking their girl by her hand and leading her to their car. "That was embarassing", Jess says to her sister while making her way to the back of the car to grab a towel. The Italian family drives of and now that it's just the twins, Jess removes her knickers and dries her bald pussy. She puts down the towel and her knickers in the back seat and sits back down. Tess throws her towel and knickers in the back as well and so the girls sit in the car exposing their lower halves, wearing just a bra and rolled up dress. "Hope no one sees the way we're dressed", Tess says with a smile. The twins continue their trip and pull into their hotel's parking lot half an hour later. Tess inspects her and her sisters knickers, both are still wet and Tess' have a yellow spot on them. They get out of the car. "Is my dress still dry?", Tess asks. "Yes. Mine?" "Dry as well". And so the twins walk into the hotel to check in. Going commando. TO BE CONTINUED
CHAPTER 4 "Happy birthday!", Jess says, seeing her sister wake up the next morning. "Happy birthday!", Tess says rubbing her eyes out before giving her twin a massive hug. They exchange gifts and shower before heading downstairs for breakfast. Today the'll be visiting they nearby old town of Lucca, with it's still intact city walls. They grab some stuff from their room before commencing on the half hour drive. The morning goes by quickly, they get lost once or twice. But in Lucca every tourist does, and around 2 they decide to have lunch. Before leaving the restaurant, they use the restroom. "I'm not wetting myself again today like a baby. Not on the day I turn 19", Tess whispers to her sister, who laughs in agreement. They spend the afternoon walking around the old town a bit more and looking for some souvenirs for their parents and younger sister. ARound 5 o'clock they return to their hotel in Pisa. When they get back, Tess rushes to the toilet. "That was quite urgent", she says to Jess, while relieving herself. As soon as Tess finishes, Jess takes her place. "Same here", she smiles, "but nowhere near wetting. Not today!". The girls get changed, they're gonna have dinner before heading out to a club to well and truly celebrate their birthday. They each put on a tight black dress. Quite low cut, showing off their small but firm breasts. And just long enough to cover their butts. Their pretty faces and blond hair already caused some heads to turn, but this outfit is really drawing attention from the guys, and some girls too. They find a nice little restaurant, where they enjoy a great dinner. With enough wine to make them a little tipsy already. "Before we head out to the club, I'm gonna have a leak. The bathrooms there probably have long lines", Jess says. "Me too", Tess adds.  They then head for the club and start partying. The DJ is great and the girls dance - and drink - to their hearts desire. After about an hour and a half, Jess anounces she has to pee. "Wanna join me?", she asks Tess, who says yes. The twins head to the bathrooms, only to see a ten people line. They queue up. The line is terribly slow and ten minutes later only two girls have entered a stall. "They better hurry. The alcohol is hitting my bladder hard", Tess says. "Mine too. And looks like we're not the only ones", Jess says looking at the line. At least three of the eight girls are bursting, they can hardly stand still. "Why are there only two stalls?", she asks rhetorically. Another ten minutes later, three more girls have entered a stall and only five girls remain in line in front of the twins. The first girl in line is now frantic and even grabbing herself. "Glad I'm not in her position", Tess says. "Yet", Jess adds with a worried look on her face. A stall opens and the girl runs in. "Only four more to go", Tess says, trying to sound possitive. Five minutes later, the girl finally reappears from the stall, kickers in her hands. "Looks like she didn't completely make it", Tess says while the girl frantically tries to dry her knickers under an air-dryer. "If these people won't hurry, I'm not either", Jess says, really sounding desperate. She then moves one of her hands down to her crotch. Meanwhile, two girls have entered each of the of the stalls, meaning the twins are up next. "You can go first", Tess says, "you look like you're about to lose it". "Thanks", Jess says looking even more worried than before. A flush and a door opens, Jess runs in, nearly knocking over the girl emerging from it. She yanks down her knickers, and before she can completely sit down, a strong stream pours out of her. At the same time, the other stall opens up and Tess hurries in to release her own ocean of pee. Jess inspects her knickers, which - much to her delight - are somehow completely dry. She walks out of the stall, washes her hands and waits for her sister, who quickly joins her. "Still dry?", Tess asks. "Yes". "Me too. We were just in time I guess, the queue is twice as long now as it was when we joined", Tess says, pointing down the line. The girls sit down by the bar and order a round of drinks. A couple of Italian guys join them and they start talking. They introduce themselves a Gianluca and Vincenzo. Soon the guys buy them a second and third round of drinks. After an hour - and a fourth round of drinks - Jess tries to excuse herself to use the bathroom. "Please don't walk out on me", Vincenzo says, grabbing her hand. "Trust me I'll be back. But I just really gotta use the bathroom", Jess says. "Promise me", Vincenzo begs. "I promise", she says. "I gotta go too", Tess says and the girls head to the restroom. "I don't trust these guys", Jess whispers, "all they're looking for is a quick bang and that's it". "I agree. And I'm not gonna lose my virginity to some player while being drunk", Tess confirms. "Me neither, we'll need to get rid of them somehow". "Absolutely, but I think we got something more urgent to worry about", Tess says noticing the queue, which is even longer than before. Nevertheless - seeing no other option - the twins decide to stand in line. But soon enough three girls leave it as some woman announces something in Italian. Apparentely, some girl threw up in one of the cubicles and made an absolute mess, so only one remains. There being at least two dozen girls still in front of them, the twins start thinking about plan B. "No way I can wait until it's our turn", Jess says. "Me neither", Tess confirms. The twins decide to check the men's room but it only has urinals and too many guys in there. "Let's head back to our hotel. It's nearly 1 o'clock, or closing time as they call it here, anyway", Jess suggests. "Okay, but if we pass a public bathroom or a quite alley, I'm using it", Tess says. "Me too. Now we just have to be careful not to be spotted by Vincenzo and Gianluca". The girls sneak out of the club managing to avoid being spotted by either of the guys. "Okay, left or right", Jess says while exiting the club, "I think right". "Well, I think left to be honest", Tess says. But being quite drunk, neither of them is really sure. So Tess suggests to check Google Maps. "Left it is", she says. The girls start walking towards their hotel, but it isn't going very fast. Being drunk and having to pee badly is making walking fast and in a straight line quite difficult. After about five minutes they stumble upon a public bathroom. "Closed at night. Goddammit!", Jess says annoyed. "Oh fuck!", Tess says. "I thought I'd get relieve and now I lost a spurt". "Let's quickly find somewhere else then", Jess says, feeling herself on the verge of spurting too. 50 metres further they spot an alley. But it's being used by a group of guys. "I'm not gonna give them a show", Jess says. "Honestly, I don't care anymore. I just don't wanna wet myself again. And especially not today, remember", Tess says feeling her control drift away. "Oh good they're leaving", Jess says relieved, "that means we got the alley to ourselves". The girls make their way over to the darkest, most conceiled part of the alley, behind some trash cans, as quickly as they can. But five metres away from them, one the trash cans suddenly falls over causing the girls to scream. "It's just a cat", Tess says pointing to the cat that's racing away. "Oooooh fuck no!", she then screams. "What's it", Jess asks. "I... I guess that cat startled me so much I started peeing. And I didn't even notice it at first", Tess says defeated. She proceeds by spreading her legs to avoid her pee flowing down her legs into her shoes and then just let's go. "Ahhhhh", she sighs just louder than the hissing and splattering sounds her pee creates. Meanwhile Jess squats down hidden between two of the trash cans. She the tries to hike her dress and pull her knickers aside. But in her drunken state she loses her balance and with quite some force her ass hits the ground. Forceful enough for her to lose control. She just sits on her ass and defeatedly wets her knickers and the seat of her dress, she sighs in relieve and lets nature take its course. "Damn, we were both so close to making it", Tess says smiling, seeing the fun in it all. "So close, yet so far away", Jess adds. The girls then continue their way to the hotel. "Guess we'll have some laundry to do tomorrow. At this pace we'll be out of clothes in three days. Even our favourite dresses are soaked now", Jess says. Fifteen minutes later they finally enter their room. "I'm far too drunk and tired to clean myself up", Tess says. "Me too", Jess says, "we can worry about the mess tomorrow". Thus, the girls strip down naked and lie down in their shared queen bed, quickly falling asleep. TO BE CONTINUED
CHAPTER 8 "After yesterday's hike, I would love to lay on the beach all day and do nothing at all", Tess says, eating breakfast the next morning. "Same here", Jess says with a grin. After breakfast the girls change into their pink bikinis and put a dress over it, and grab a whole bunch of food and drinks before heading to the hotel's private beach. At the beach, the girls lay down their towel and Tess takes her dress of, revealing her bikini. She then turns around, facing her sister. "Jess, what the hell!", she screams. "Well, I told you. Skinny dipping yesterday felt so free. So I thought, why not go topless. It's common around here, plus I won't be having tan lines". "So that's why you were grinning when I asked you if you wanted to go to the beach". "Well, yeah. I've been thinking about it ever since yesterday", Jess says, grinning again. "So... Wanna join me?". "Well.... I'm not sure. I...I mean, no-one ever saw my boobs, apart from you of course". "Well, it's not like we know anyone around here. We're never ever gonna see those people again", Jess says, trying to convince her sister. "Okay then. Why not, right?", Tess says, untying her bikini top. For the next three hours the girls lay in the sun, eat their snacks and sip on their water, the latter quickly running out. "Hey, I'm gonna go get some more drinks. You wanna stay here and watch our stuff?", Jess suggests. "Okay", Tess says. Actually, she wanted to go inside too, as she really needs to pee. But she doesn't wanna leave their stuff unattended, so instead decides to stay. Ten minutes later, the fullness of her bladder is getting too annoying, so she debates whether she should just run to the sea to quickly pee. But with her wallet in her bag, along with her - and her sister's - phone, she decides she can't. Instead, she get's up to sit on her butt and shuffles her way down, far enough to ensure she isn't sitting on her towel anymore. She spreads her legs a little and releases her pee. It quickly forms a wet spot on her crotch, and a small puddle on the dry sand. The puddle slowly disappears as the urine seeps through the sand. She sighs with relieve. "What are you doing?", she hears her twin say. Instantly, shocked, she tries to stem the flow. Unsuccesfully. "I..I really had to go, and I didn't wanna leave our stuff unattended", Tess says. "Don't worry. It's not like it's the first time I see you peeing your clothes. Besides, most people pee in their bathing suits", Jess says. "In the water, yeah", Tess says. "Don't worry. Besides I need to go to", Jess says removing her dress exposing her boobs again. She then sits down to relieve herself just like her sister did. The girls spend the rest of the day on the beach, before putting their dresses back on and walking towards the hotel restaurant. Dinner goes by unveventful and the girls move on to the bar. After about an hour, Jess suggests to go back to their room, which Tess agrees with. While waiting for the lift to arrive Tess notices her sister shaking her legs. "You know the lobby has toilets too, right?", she says. "I know, but I prefer our room's". The lift arrives and the girls get in. At their floor they walk out and towards their room. Jess swipes her keycard, but the door isn't opening. "Come on.... I need to pee", she says squirming and swiping her key again. And again. And again. "Let's try mine", Tess says. But after three attempts the door still doesn't open. "Okay, I'm gonna go downstairs to the reception. You wait here and keep yourself dry, okay?", Tess says. "Just hurry, please", Jess says. Tess races downstairs and to the reception, she explains the keys aren't working and asks if they can be reset. "Sure, I just need some personal information to confirm your identity", the clerk says. "Sure. No problem", Tess answers, legs crossed. She tried to hide her own predicament for her sister and the clerk, but the wine at dinner and in the bar is hitting her bladder. "Last name?" "Janssen". "First name?". "Tess". "Adress". "God, how many questions are there?", she thinks to herself while answering. Meanwhile - back upstairs - Jess can't stand still and can hardly stop grabbing herself. She hears voices and tries to compose herself, she manages just long enough for the people to walk by, but not without losing some spurts. "Good thing I'm still wearing my bikini", she whispers to herself, "but Tess better hurries". Two minutes later, she hears footsteps approaching and composes herself again, causing a three second spurt to escape, causing some drops to fall to the carpet below. Then she sees it's her sister coming around the corner and immediately grabs herself again. "Thank god!", she screams. Tess opens the door just as Jess loses another spurt. She tries to stop it but can't. She sprints into the bathroom, forming a small trail behind her. She hikes her dress, sits herself down on the toilet and pees through her bikini. Once again not having fully made it. She looks up to see her twin standing in front of her, hands in her crotch. "I didn't know you had to go too", Jess says. "I tried to hide it because you looked so much more desperate, but I leaked while in the lift going back upstairs", Tess answers while a waterfall forms from her crotch to the tiled floor. She quickly jumps onto the sink, with her dress hiked up. "Deja vu", Jess laughs. "Yeah. But at least no-one noticed", Tess sighs relieved. TO BE CONTINUED
CHAPTER 9 The next day, it's time to head back to the mainland. A slightly less sunny day, so the twins decide to wear a T-shirt and jean shorts. After breakfast the girls drive 45 minutes back to the boat, and board. Aboard they have lunch and soon are told to head beack to their car. Half an hour later they drive off the ferry and head off towards Siena. About halfway, the girls pull into a rest stop in order to switch drivers. "I really need the loo", Tess says. "Why didn't you go on the ferry then?", Jess asks, slightly annoyed. "I wanted to, but then we had to go back to the car". "Well, if it's any consolation, I kinda need to go to", Jess admits. "Well, why didn't you go on the boat then?", Tess asks, also annoyed. "Same reason as you, I guess. But let's see if this rest stop has a bathroom". The girls scan around, but fail to spot a bathroom. "Let's get going again, it's under an hour left. I'm sure we'll be fine", Jess says while sitting down behind the wheel. The next half hour passes by slowly, especially for Tess, who's doing way worse than her sister. "Please drive faster", she begs her sister. "Already driving 10 km/h faster than allowed", Jess answers. "Thanks", Tess says, wriggling in her seat. Fifteen minutes later, Jess pulls into a large parking lot on the outskirts of the city. From there they'll have to take a shuttle bus, ten minutes, to the ancient city centre, where they booked a hotel room. Squirming and wriggling, the twins grab their bags from the boot and walk towards the bus stop and queue up. The first bus leaves, packed. The twins still waiting in line. Tess can't stand still, she's constantly bouncing from foot to foot. A wave hits her, making her double over and momentarily grab herself. "Stop it!", Jess whispers, "people are staring at us". "I don't care. It's either this or wetting my shorts. And wetting would be even more embarrassing", Tess whispers back. "Besides, you're drawing some attention too". Indeed, Jess is now also struggling to stand still, just as another packed bus leaves. "Hope we're gonna be on the next bus", Jess says. "Me too", Tess says, again having to grab herself for a second. Luckily for them, they fit in the next bus, but with all seats taken they'll have to stand. They put their bags on the floor and - both blushing bright red from embarrassment - hang on to one of the poles for balance. Both are constantly shifting foot and as soon as the driver hits the throttle, Tess again grabs herself, this time she doesn't dare letting go. She tries looking down at the floor to avoid any eye contact, but the whispering and pointing around her says enough. They hit a bump in the road, causing Tess to lose control for a second. She can feel wetness in her knickers, but is praying it's not visible. Another bump, another leak. And another bump, causing another leak. "Uhhhmmm, Tess. I can see a tiny bit of wetness on your butt", Jess - who's now also grabbing herself - whispers. "Every bump is causing me to leak a little, and there are many on this road. And we're only two minutes into the ten it's gonna take us", Tess says, feeling tears well up. A bump-less minute later, the asphalt road turns into a cobbled road, causing the bus to constantly vibrate. This, in turn, causes Tess to lose control again. This time for five seconds, before being able to shut it off. She can feel droplets running down her thighs. "I'm having an accident", she whispers to her twin, "I can't hold it back anymore". Just then, another big bump in the road. And that's it, Tess' worn down pussy and bladder muscles just can't hold back the flood anymore, and for a solid minute a hiss is clearly audible, coming from her shorts. A waterfall falls down from it and a large puddle spreads around Jess' feet. With a disgusted look on her face, the woman next to Tess swiftly picks up her own bag to avoid the 19 year old's piss to drench it. In an attempt to calm her sister down, Jess wraps her free arm around her and whispers consolling words in her ear. But the bumpiness of the road was already causing Jess to struggle as well, and the sound of her sister's accident has caused Jess to leak a little as well. The last four minutes of the bus trip is spend with the twins hugging eachother and Jess losing two more spurts. By the time the bus reaches it's stop, she is sure the wetness has spread to be visible on her ass, as she can feel her knickers are very wet. Quickly, the twins hop off the bus for their five minute walk towards their hotel. With every step she takes, Jess feels a drop of pee leaving her tired pussy. It doesn't take long until her shorts are quite wet. And at that moment a massive wave hits her, she bursts into tears and then loses all control. For over a minute she just pees and pees and pees. Filled with embarrassment, the girls then walk on towards their hotel, where they proceed to check in, in drenched shorts. "That must have been the most embarrassing half hour of our lives", Tess says after entering their room. "I know, the whole city now knows were two 19 yer old pissy pants", Jess says, before the twins jump in the shower to clean up. TO BE CONTINUED
CHAPTER 15 The girls are preparing for the last part of their drive home. "To make things fair, let's both pee now before having breakfast, so both our bladders are equally empty", Jess says. "Fair enough". And so the twins go pee, and have breakfast, which includes a large coffee, orange juice and two glasses of water each. An hour later, the girls leave their final hotel, with Jess driving the first leg. After two hours they stop at a road-side restaurant for a cup of coffee, they agree on both having a large cappuccino. After their half-hour break, Tess takes the wheel, driving two more hours until lunchtime. "I'm getting an urge to pee", Jess says over lunch. "Me too", Tess says, "I think the car will get some soaking later on", she continues, smiling. "I don't think it will, I'm sure it will", Jess laughs. To make sure their bladders will soon be filled, each have two cokes and before leaving buy two bottles of water each, which they will have to finish within the next hour. With Tess back at the wheel, the twins feel their bladders fill quickly. Each is wearing a white tank top with a white bra underneath and light blue jean shorts and white knickers. To prevent too much damage, each has two towels, folded in half, under their butts. Just minutes after finishing her second bottle of water, Tess starts squirming. Noticing that, Jess starts teasing her: "Looks like your bladder is filling up faster than mine". But ten minutes later, it comes to haunt her as Jess too starts to squirm around. "Looks like you're not doing great either", Tess quickly says. The next half hour, the twins fidget and squirm more and more. Another twenty minutes later, Tess spots a rest stop. "I've driven two hours since lunch, and it's another two hours to go. So I think it's fair to switch now", she says. Reluctantly - knowing holding her pee will be harder behind the wheel - Jess agrees. "But, to make it fair, you're only allowed to use one hand to hold yourself", she continues. "Okay, but let's refill our bottles and finish them within an hour again". And so the girls walk into the public restroom to fill their bottles. Opening the tap forces Tess has to grab herself for a second before regaining her composure. "Saw that", Jess says teasingly. "Don't care", Tess answers, just as a flushing sound fills the restroom. This time, both girls have to grab themselves for two seconds, just regaining their composure before a woman leaves the right-most stall. "Saw that too", Tess says, mockingly. "Well at least that lady didn't", Jess says. The twins walk back to their car and hit the road again. Fifteen minutes and half a bottle each in, neither is sitting still anymore. "Ohhh, I need to go so bad", Tess says, one hand in her crotch. "I can see that", Jess says, nodging towards her sister's crotch, while just barely managing to not grab herself too. Five minutes later though, she can't any longer and it seems both girls are doing equally poorly. Another five more minutes, both have finished their first bottle, as suddenly Tess starts moaning. Seconds later, a two second spurt dampens her knickers. She manages to stop it, but realises she's fighting a lost battle. A minute later, another spurt. And over the next five, she spurts another six times. A coin sized wet spot would now be visible on her crotch if it weren't for her hand blocking the view, and her ass feels wet. Meanwhile in the driver's seat, Jess has lost some too, her knickers are wet, but her shorts feel dry. She feels another spurt escaping, which she manges to stop after four seconds. Now her butt is definitely wet too. But just as she stops her leak, she also hears a hissing sound, and knowing enough she cries victory. Indeed, Tess has lost it and she sits soaking her knickers, shorts, both towels and even the seat gets some on it. For a minute and a half, she just pees and pees. During that time, the sound of her sister weeing, causes Jess to lose spurt after spurt, but she manages to reagin control each time, though only for about two to three seconds before losing another spurt. Then, a minute after her sister finishes peeing, she loses control too. She pees - like her sister - for a minute and a half. "Congratulations on the victory", Tess says after her sister finished, "but we still got a bottle each and another 90 minutes to go. So will this be our only accident?". "I don't thinks so", Jess says, "let's get drinking". Indeed, an hour later, both girls are squirming in their seats again. Their soaked shorts, knickers and lower parts of their tank tops have gone cold and sticky. And as both have one hand in their crotch, they can feel how wet they are still. This time it's Jess to spurt first: "I spurted, but it feels so much nicer and warmer than these cold clothes. I think I'm gonna release small spurts to keep warm". "Sounds like a great plan. I'll join you". And thus, over the following twenty minutes the twins let go of some of their pent-up pee avery couple of minutes. But only ten minutes from home, Jess let's go of a bit too much. "Fuck! I can't stop it. I'm trying to, but I just can't", she says as she feels her pee escaping for a minute. "Looks like this time, you lost it first, so let's call it a tie and say our bladders are equal in strenghth", Tess say. Jess agrees. "You think you can hold it till we're home?", she then continues. "Oh hell no, I'm leaking involuntarily now", Tess says. And another minute later she loses control again, and for a minute she just pees and pees. The vast amount of urine in both girls' bladders has gone through both towels and both seats are now soaked too. Upon arriving home, Jess parks the car in their garage and the twins unpack it, before taking a shower and heading off to bed, which they leave regularly throughout the night to relieve their now oversensitive bladders. THE END
male desp / bondage / bladder control / diuretic / femdom --- It's normal for me to get stuck in situations like this. I'm a thief, and I'm used to being thrown in jail for my crimes. However, I must've not been thinking when I decided I'd try to steal from the palace. I made it pretty far past the royal guards, but I didn't last long when I snuck into the cellar and got my hands on a shiny golden neckalace. My mind was racing. I had it in my hands, a piece of royal jewelry. How much could I sell it for? What would I buy with it. I guess I didn't hear the footsteps behind me. "Thief!" a girl shouts. That girl, with her auburn hair and beady brown eyes, is the princess.  "P-please don't call the guards!" I plead. "I'll put the jewelry down, I'll leave at once...!" The royal dungeon's conditions were awful. A good friend of mine had barely made it out alive. "Oh," she whispers. "For a thief, you're rather handsome." "You're gorgeous," I smile, hoping I can flatter her enough to where she'll just let me leave. "I wouldn't want to see you rot away in the dungeon," the princess laughs. "I'm Eleanor, and you are...?" "Nicholas," I bow. "Well, Nicholas, I mustn't let you leave so fast." Eleanor sighs. "You're quite under arrest." "Wait!" I shout. "You just said you didn't want me to rot away in the dungeon." Eleanor walks up to me, putting me in a chokehold. Rather strong for a delicate young lady. "It's not what I want to do." *** *** I wake up in pain. My body is shaking from the cold. I notice the chains. "Please, let me out!" I scream. "I'll do anything!" "Oh, do be quiet," Eleanor snaps, running into the room with a plate of tomatoes and cucumbers. A glass of tea threatens to pour out of the cup. "You aren't even in the worst part of the dungeon." I raise an eyebrow. The room seems isolated enough. "Your Majesty, how do you expect me to eat that? My hands are chained up rather tightly." "I can undo them," Eleanor suggests.  My dry throat welcomes the tea. I drink it up rather fast, despite the lack of sugar or honey. I thank her for the food, although it's not the best. She had probably given me the royal garden's lowest quality produce. "I'm afraid I'll be putting these back on now," Eleanor sighs, forcing my hands back into the cuffs.  "How long am I under arrest?" I groan. "Even if I don't have it so bad, I'd prefer to run around a bit." "We'll see," Eleanor winks. "Enjoy your tea." "I just drank my tea," I mutter. What a strange princess. The door shuts and locks. I'm a bit hesitant to go back to sleep, considering the soreness in my arms. A few minutes later, I recall the smug grin on her face as she says "Enjoy your tea." She must've spiked it, I groan, suddenly feeling discomfort around my crotch.  "Your Majesty!" I scream. "Are you still there?" In theory, I could wait— this was a normal "Hey, I'm going to go take a piss", a 3 out of 10 on the desperation scale—  but Eleanor never told me when she was coming back. "Your Majesty!" I yell at the top of my lungs. "I need help!" "Shut up!" My cell neighbor shouts. I guess it's fine, I thought. But it doesn't take the diuretics too long to really kick in. In just 10 minutes, my penis begins to throb as a whole liter of water threatens to flood my jeans. Thankfully, it remains at a 6. An hour later, although I'm still in great discomfort, my boxers are still dry and my bladder is tightly shut. The door creaks. Eleanor's face pops out from the door. A spurt of warm piss sprays into my boxers from the excitement. "Nicholas, I'm back." "Thank God!" I exclaim. "Your majesty, I've been needing to relieve myself for a while now. Would you mind unchaining my hands?" She tilts her head. "Nicholas, I haven't brought you any food to eat, but I did bring some more tea." Tea? Tea was the last thing I needed right now.  "May I have my hands released so I can drink the tea, then?" "I'm afraid not," Eleanor frowns. "Only if you're eating food."  "Did you hear me?" I snap. "I've got to relieve myself, or you'll have quite the mess to clean up." Eleanor grins, kneeling down to face me. "I'll make a deal with you, alright? I'm sure you've made deals with other criminals before, so this shouldn't be a problem for you." "Alright," I say with unease. Eleanor looks at me, giving me solid eye contact. "I'll let you relieve yourself in 30 minutes, and then you can go home. However, if you don't comply, I reserve the right to keep you here for another day." "Thirty minutes." I nod. I'm leaning towards a seven, and I'm not leaking just yet. "Alright, I'll do it." "Very well," Eleanor grins, watching me with amusement. I don't want her to know just how full my bladder really is, but I can't help squirming in place of using my hands. "It's only been an hour," Eleanor laughs. "You can't have to go that badly." I want to accuse her of slipping diuretics into my tea, but I also really want to go home. As if reading my mind, she holds up my teacup and lifts it towards my lips. "Drink up, Nicholas." I shake my head, trying to keep my focus on my vulnerable bladder.  "That's fine," Eleanor whispers into my ear. "I'll just add another ten minutes." I could do thirty, but with a bladder approaching a seven, forty seemed to be impossible. Then again, I wouldn't make it past twenty if I drank it. "Would you rather hold two cups of tea for thirty minutes, or one cup for an hour?" "An hour?!" I yelp. "Thirty plus ten is not an hour." "Would you like to go home?" Eleanor winks. "Y-yes," I groan. "Can you loosen my pants a bit, though?"  She holds the teacup to my mouth while it's still open. Her hand is resting unapologetically on my waist, so I hurry and drink the tea so she can let go of me. "How much longer do I have left?" I whimper, staring down at my still dry pants. "Twenty-four minutes," she whispers, looking down at her pocketwatch. Twenty-four, I moan, staring longingly at my poor little cock. It's absolutely begging for a piss right about now. I wish my hands were free so I could grip it tightly. If I could just go twenty four minutes without soaking my pants, I could go home. As my desperation well passes 7 and begins to grow to an 8, I'm tempted to ask for the time again. It hasn't been that long, though, and I don't want her to know how desperate I am. "It's rather chilly down here," Eleanor mumbles, touching the floor softly. "Are you cold?" "Not really," I reply. She crawls towards me, putting her cold hand on my lower tummy. There's a brief hiss between my legs, and I can tell that she heard it, because she presses even harder on that spot. "Please stop," I moan softly, grinding myself on her leg. It's the only resistance I can get with my hands chained so tightly above me.  She lets me relax on her leg for a while, but when I've finally made myself comfortable, she pulls herself away from me. She takes amusement to my next hiss, scanning my trousers for any sign of moisture. "Your face is turning red, thief..." "How much longer do I have?" I whimper, pushing my bulge against the floor.  "Just 15 minutes," she smiles. "You're halfway there." I can tell she doesn't want me to win. Her cheeks turn pink from seeing me squirm, all chained up and helpless. Her innocent eyes are full of sadistic thirst as she watches me try my very best to last just fifteen more minutes, an impossible task while I'm at her mercy. "Can you please... loosen my pants a bit," I cry, looking down at the waistband that's digging into my bladder. "Where do I loosen it?" she asks coyly, making sure to press as hard as possible on my aching muscles. My boxers start to feel wet, but my trouser are still not giving away my secrets to her. She must have excellent hearing, or perhaps she somehow felt the liquid escape my body, because everytime I release a few drops of urine into my boxers, she looks down as if she expects to see me wet in action. "Please, please let go," I cry, trying to move her cold hand off of my body. "Forget about it, please." "Oh dear," Eleanor sighs, looking down at her pocketwatch. Am I almost finished?  "How much longer?" I ask, in indescribable discomfort.  "Ten minutes," Eleanor reads. "But that's not the issue." "What is it?" I plead. "What's the issue?" "You left some tea in your cup," Eleanor sighs. "I wouldn't want it going to waste, but I wouldn't dare drinking from the cup of a thief." I look in awe at the amount that remains. It's not much, but I can't bring myself to drink it. There's just... 10 more... Drip, drip, drip. Drip, drip, drip. "How sad," Eleanor frowns. "And it was such a marvelous blend, too." "S-stop..." I cry, looking at Eleanor apathetically pouring the tea onto the ground. I feel myself dribble into my boxers, and she catches me just on time to see the first wave of urine make an unmistakable dark spot on the front of my pants. "Please have mercy on me," I sob, holding on for dear life. "Please, please help me, I can't hold it anymore..!" "7 minutes," Eleanor laughs sadistically, watching me dribble in my pants. "You must really not want to go home." I'm at a 9. I can still hold on, but if I let my guard off for a second, I'll be laying in a large golden puddle on the floor. I wish my bladder understood the situation I was in. My hands shake the chains as I try to pull them down. The chains around my feet don't stretch far enough for me to cross my legs. Piss periodically sprays out of the front of my soaked jeans.  "There's only five minutes left," Eleanor giggles. She knew this would happen. I wouldn't be surprised if she had done this before, and had found a good average time that her prisoners could last on her diuretic concoction. Of course I wasn't going to win, I couldn't wi– God, Nicholas, you can't give up yet, it's just five minutes! "Oh, you're just absolutely adorable!" Eleanor moans, touching herself from under her dress. "I wouldn't mind if you didn't make it home today, not at all!" "P-please," I sob. Water leaks from my eyes, and I just know what pressure my body's about to release. As my situation approaches a 10, I'm not able to talk without dribbling, but I'm able to get out a "How much longer?" without doing too much damage. "O-One and a half minutes," Eleanor moans, rubbing herself harder. "G-god..." I mumble, tears pouring out of my eyes as a threatening hiss accompanies a stream of golden liquid that begins running down my legs. I'm not relieving myself yet, not until her watch tells me I'm totally ready. "Am I there yet...?" "Just 45 seconds," Eleanor pants, staring with delight at the golden puddle forming below me. I start a mental countdown, but before I can make it to 26, there's a loud violent hiss and a stream of gold forces its way out of my pants. With my trousers completely soaked, the liquid makes a gentle arch that lands about seven inches in front of me. Eleanor watches my golden fountain with content, and while I'm certainly not excited to stay in a dungeon for another day, I'm finally able to lean back and enjoy the best piss of my life. I let out a loud moan as my muscles relax and my crotch warms up with hot urine. My stream finally comes to a stop, and the regret definitely hits me. "How much longer did I have left?" "T-twenty-two seconds..." she whispers. "T-that's the best I've seen so far..." So I was right. She hadn't ever expected me to make it. She enjoyed my little show for an entire half hour, and she never truly planned to let me go. Night comes, and Eleanor is long gone, but I still remember the pleasure on her face as I leaked urine into my trousers. And, you know what's strange? I can't even blame her. That was the most relief I've ever had in my life. Edited March 9, 2018 by peorth (see edit history)
It is the night before Christmas and Anna and her family are rushing around in a panic before the relatives arrive for the big day tomorrow. Anna just turned 18 a few months ago and is about ready for the holidays to be over with. She can soon relax, especially dealing with her parents, siblings and relatives. It will be stressful with so many people in a two story house, especially with only two bathrooms.  They just finished wrapping gifts and all the traditions like leaving cookies out for Santa and decorating the Christmas tree. Anna feeling stuffed after dinner goes back down in the basement to grab the last few presents to bring upstairs. Anna brushes her long brown hair over her shoulder and notices a rather large bag of what seems to be festive popcorn that should've been a present, but it was opened.  She takes the presents upstairs and returns to the basement. Her basement is half finished and rather large for a house this size. The previous owners had a large crafting table, and another bathroom stall made of wood in one corner. No one has really used it since they moved in. Anna glances for the popcorn bag again and finds it behind a box of crafts. Her mother must have bought it recently for someone, but didn't wrap it.  Anna opens up the bag, "whoa it smells so good! I can't believe mom didn't gift this to anyone. I bet they taste good!" She though grabbing handfuls.  She puts a few cornels in her mouth savoring the flavor. She sighs with pleasure, "oh they're so sweet and salty... it's the best thing I've tasted!" Anna thought shoving more in her mouth.  Anna continues eating more until she hears her mom calling for her to come up and help get her siblings ready for bed.  She helps her siblings and settles down feeling rather full from the popcorn. Anna gets ready for bed thinking, "I wonder if so much as popcorn could ever be bad for my stomach? Na I'm sure mother wouldn't have bought anything crazy. She's such a health nut anyways."  Anna is a bit on the petite size, although her well rounded bubble butt gives her some curves. Her stomach slightly rumbled as Anna drifts to sleep thinking of all the Christmas festivities that await in the morning.  Anna woke up to her siblings thundering down the stairs and parents slowly following. She immediately felt bloated. "Maybe all that popcorn wasn't too good before Christmas Day" she thought crawling out of bed. Being festive and all, Anna puts on a thick red sweater, and a pair of dark green leggings that ride up her butt slightly. She's wearing red and white striped panties to match.  Their family went forward with their presents and a small breakfast before the relatives arrived. Anna felt a slight urge to go to the bathroom, but pushes the thought aside as she hears the doorbell chime. Her relatives all came in bearing gifts and food for everyone and the house got a little crowded. As everyone settles down and presents are opened, she feels her stomach rumble and her face blushes hoping no one heard. "I need to poop soon, but I'll have to at least wait till after we all eat lunch and settle down again! Uh then I'll have to wait for a bathroom to be free," Anna thought sweating a little. Her bowels shift again as she opens another gift.  Anna receives some nice gifts for the holidays. Mostly clothes, money, and other things she wanted. Now all Anna wants is to relieve herself.  It's finally lunchtime and everyone sits in the long dining room for all a big meal. Anna manages to make a sensible plate without having to stuff herself even more. She catches up with her relatives, while keeping the building pressure bearing down on her anus. Anna only has to stop and clench her ass a few times during lunch.  Now everyone is sitting in the family room talking and catching up. Anna really needs to poop. The pressure is beginning to become too much for her anus to handle as a large turd is trying to force it's way out. Anna accidentally lets out some farts, but no one notices. She is sweating now and is pretty desperate. She knows she will fill a toilet and take a really long time, so she doesn't want to use the two main toilets. "I can't hold it in for much longer. I have to go now! If I can just reach the basement toilet... I haven't used that one in years." Anna thought squeezing her ass cheeks together.  Anna waits another minute or so and stands up slowly. Her bowels cramp and a fart escapes. Her breath stutters as she calmly turns for the basement door. She makes it to the basement and shuts the door behind her. "Oh my I really need to know if that popcorn is the cause of this. I feel so full!" Anna whimpers to herself clutching her stomach. She takes reaches the bottom of the stairs shaking. Her anus is tiring and her full bowels are dying to be relieved.  Anna stumbles to the bag of festive popcorn flipping it around. She reads the label: Serving size exceeding 30-50 pieces may cause larger bowel movements.  Anna sighs, "Uh why would mom buy these?! She must have found them on clearance and didn't even read the bag." She shakes her head.  Anna turns to walk toward the basement stall, and feels another large cramp. Her anus can't hold back her load anymore. She gasps taking her hands to squeeze her ass together as a last effort. She doubles over desperately trying not to fill her striped panties and leggings. She hobbles a few steps closer. A thick large turd pokes out into her panties. Anna reaches the door and pushes it open. She freezes. Her eyes wide and mouth open. "Oh no I'm so close... I just... mmmmmph ooh mmmm n-no stop!" Anna whimpers fumbling into the bathroom.  Her muscles relax and a long turd pushes its way into her panties. Anna turns around to see her green leggings expanding. It's too late. "Oooh so much better. I was close. it's warm..." Anna ponders almost enjoying her accident. Her panties elastic is straining to keep her massive warm mess contained. Anna slides off her leggings carefully, avoiding her full panties. She's a bit turned on, but there's no time. She cleans up her mess and delicately removes her panties. She flushes her load and just puts her panties back on. She felt a bit naughty. "Hm well I think this holiday won't be to terrible after all. I better change and get back the the family before anyone notices!" Anna thought heading back upstairs.
It has been a few days since Anna's messy accident. Things have settled down since the relatives left and Anna can finally start to enjoy her break. Ever since her incident she's felt quite turned on getting away with messing herself. "I might have some more popcorn today. My family is going to the mall tomorrow and I just have to do laundry." Anna thought pondering the idea.  It's late in the afternoon and Anna decides to sneak back downstairs to the basement to get the popcorn. She finds it tucked back in the same spot she left it. Anna grabs a few handfuls and begins eating, "Mmm it's so delicious. Oh I wish I could eat the whole bag!" Anna thought finishing her helpings. She swallows the last piece and hides the bag again before going upstairs for dinner. It's taco night!  Anna cannot pass up enjoying plenty of tacos, especially when her mom makes them with steak. Her favorite.  After dinner and later that evening, Anna begins to feel pretty full and stomach is bloated. She sits resting watching tv in her room before bed. "Ooh my stomach is really bloated. That popcorn isn't sitting well with those tacos I ate! My family better leave early tomorrow, I don't want to get caught that's for sure," Anna thought massaging her belly. "I hope I can hold it until they at least leave for the mall" She ponders remembering her messy close call. Anna falls asleep anticipating her bowel movement she's going to have tomorrow.  The next morning Anna yawns and stretches. She stumbles out of bed and downstairs. There's a note on the kitchen counter. Anna rubs the sleep from her eyes. It reads, "Anna, we left early for mall this morning for the big 30% off sale. Breakfast out for you. We'll be back later tonight."  Anna grins now having the whole day to herself. She looks at the table to see a plate of pancakes out for her.  Anna enjoys her breakfast and gets ready for the day. She throws on a blue flannel and just some pink panties since she is alone all day. Anna takes her dirty clothes down to start her laundry. Her bowels are feeling very full. "I'll have to go to the bathroom soon, I think those pancakes moved things along faster than I expected" Anna thought loading her clothes into the washer. She comes across her striped panties that she pooped in a few days ago.  "Just seeing these gets me excited" Anna says starting the washer. She goes back upstairs to watch some tv in her room. Anna's bladder is also filling, but not yet as bothersome as her massive load getting ready to force it's way out soon. She wiggles around in mild discomfort. Anna feels the urge to pee become a bit more desperate as her tv show comes to an end.  "Uh I really have to go now, but I'll wait a few more minutes... I haven't been this desperate since I was stuck in traffic awhile ago. I had a wet patch on my panties and I nearly had an accident!" Anna gasps squirming a bit. She grabs her crotch feeling her bladder contract. Anna gasps crossing her legs. She sits up deciding it's time to go to the toilet. Then all of a sudden her cell phone rings.  "Now?! Really who could it be!?" Anna groans fumbling it in her hands. She's standing in her room now. A few paces away from the bathroom down the hall. She answers the phone.  "Um h-hello?" Anna whimpers now squirming and holding her crotch. Her bowels are now so full from the special popcorn and breakfast, that it's now urging it's way out.  "Hey Anna it's Jane! How are you? Did you have a good holiday? I've missed you so much!" Her good friend Jane that lives a few doors down has always been pretty close, especially now that they've gotten older. Anna replies, "Oh y-yes hi Jane I'm doing alright thanks! And I did, how was yours?" She stutters. Her bladders contracts again squirting a hot jet of pee into her panties. She crosses her legs in pure desperation.  "Oh that's great! I'm glad you had a good time! Hey you should come over just like old times. That would be really fun!" Jane says enthusiastically and completely unaware of Anna's struggle.  "Oh yeah that would be nice haha," Anna replies. Her pink panties now have a large wet spot of her warm pee, and she is losing her battle against her bowels. Anna can't take much more of this before she messes her panties.  A pre poop fart escapes as Anna's bowels churn, really now aching to be released. "Oh what was that? Are you okay Anna?" Jane asks.  "Oh yeah just a squeaky door. No worries Jane. Can I call you back?" Anna says doubling over feeling her bulging bladder about to burst.  "What about coming over? And okay I'll talk to you soon Anna!" Jane replies.  Anna pauses. She can't hold it in any longer. She freezes as she loses control of her bladder and warm pee soaks her pink panties and streams down her legs in yellow streaks. Finally she says, "Yeah maybe tomorrow! Bye Jane!" Anna hangs up and tries to stop herself from peeing.  "Oh It's still coming! I really need the toilet!" Anna squeals. She reaches behind and takes two fingers to help close her anus. Her massive load that's been kept inside for too long is now about to fill her already soaking panties. Anna is stepping carefully to the bathroom.  She's almost there and her bowels churn again. Another cramp as her tired anus loses control and a thick turd begins pushing its way into her panties. Anna's warm pussy already wet with warm pee is damp and Anna is really turned on. "Mmmmph I'm just going to go now! It feels amazing..." Anna gasps relieving all the built up pressure from her anus as her enters the bathroom.  One last smelly fart escapes as she closes her eyes and the thick warm load crackles and emerges into her wet panties. Anna moans and gasps as she allows the first turd to poke and break in between her asscheeks. She can't resist it any longer. Anna takes her fingers gyrating them over her panties on her soaked pussy. "Mmmm oh mmmph I'm such a naughty messy bitch... oh mmm" Anna moans feeling more of her load expanding in her panties.  Her panties are so full that she can't fully empty her bowels so Anna pulls them down and sits on the toilet. She doesn't have to push as more and more turds stretch her tight ass as she fingers herself harder. "Ohooh mmmm I'm cumming mmmmm... ooooh yes" Anna whimpers as she bites her lip feeling the pleasure ride through her.  When she comes to her senses Anna empties her panties and cleans up her naughty accident. "I hope Jane didn't suspect anything. That would be pretty weird and I'd have a lot of explaining to do" Anna thought putting on a new pair of panties.  "Time to finish laundry and call Jane back now! Being home alone wasn't so bad today. Maybe I'll do it again soon, and be really naughty girl," Anna thought prancing downstairs.
(Bad title is bad. :T) (Also Note: in this world, Humans don't exist, and pokemon actually are supposed to wear clothes.) Kirlia POV: I was in class. I looked at the clocked, one hour until schooled ended. The only problem was is I knew I couldn't make it that much longer. I was at my desk, with one of my hands jammed into my pee hole and the other one "Writing" on my assignment. I wasn't really writing because I was distracted by my bladder, it throbbed and ached in pain and it was hard not to leak. The whole issue started at breakfast, I had 3 glasses of orange juice. And the first twinge of my bladder was in science class. But teachers don't allow us to go during class. During break, I was going to go, but the line was long. Then, after PE, (Which especially wasn't fun due to my pee filled bladder) I was so tired and thirsty, I had two bottles of water. I could hear all the liquids slish and slosh in my body when I walked around. And it all really started to pile up. During that break, the line was still way too long! I decided to tell myself I could wait until after school, that was a mistake. My bladder ached and throbbed as I tried my best not to leak. Luckily, I was in the back of the room, so non of the other students could see my hand jammed into my pee hole, but the teacher eyed the students in the back like a hawk, mostly because the one's in the back are the ones who have the easiest chance at getting away with something. Although I wasn't really a bad kid. 50 more minutes, I had no idea what to do, I just sat there, my bladder ready to explode and not only fill the seat with urine, but fill me with embarrassment. I knew if I would wet myself, I'd be a laughing stock, I would probably have to move schools or wear a bag on my head to hide my shame. I didn't want that, so I jammed my hand deeper and prayed. I felt a strong pulse causing me to bend over. I knew I wouldn't make it much longer, I realized I had to take the risk, so I raised my other hand. "Yes?". The teacher, a male furret, said in his classy voice. "M-may I use the restroom please". I said trying not to make my voice sound desperate, "You know the rules Kirlia, no using the restroom during class, you'll have to wait until school ends". He said and then pulled out a book. I heard an exchange of giggles and chuckles echo from around the room. I blushed badly in embarrassment and silently continue to struggle not to leak. Then some of the students started teasing. One of the shook their water bottle around. The sound of water sloshing made me think of sitting on the toilet and letting my pee hole open and letting out a nice, warm stream of urine and hearing it splash into the toilet. I tried to erase this thought from my mind, but then another student made it worse by loudly slurping their water bottle. The slurping made me think of the sound of liquid hitting liquid. Again, I tried to erase the thought. Still 30 minutes to go. I had no choice but to jammed my other hand as deep into my pee hole as possible. My bladder ached and throbbed in pain, my slowly moved one of my hands onto my tummy, which felt like it was being closed into to the pressure of my bladder and the ocean of urine inside demanding to be released. I knew holding it in was bad for your health, but it was either potentially damage your body, or live a life of shame and embarrassment. I'd definitely choose the former over the latter. My tummy felt swollen as a rejammed my other hand into my crotch, I could still hear the sound of other kids moving their water around teasing me. Then, one kid "accidently" knocked his open water bottle onto the floor. The water poured out the bottle and splashed all over the ground. I saw and instantly thought of the sensation of me peeing into the toilet, quickly erasing the thought, I closed my eyes and tried to not listen to anything around me. I heard the teacher tell the student to clean up the mess, and I still heard the constant shaking of water bottles. I could almost feel my entire crotch and pee hole shaking, as if it my bladder was gonna explode any second. My tummy started aching again, I wanted so badly to rub it to ease the pain, but I couldn't even risk moving my hands from my pee hole at this point. I felt bloated and looked at my tummy, which looked at big as a balloon! I felt like not only my bladder, but I was gonna explode as well. Then, I felt it, a drop escaped. I mentally panicked and held my pee hole tighter before a flow could start. I felt as if I was a volcano, shaking violently, ready to erupt at any point, any moment. My bladder at bursting point. And then I heard this- *RING RING RING RING RING* I dashed out the room as fast as I possibly could without leaking, not even grabbing my backpack. I speed walked to the girls restroom, but as soon as I got there....my heart sank and my face turned absolutely white. The bathroom was closed. And the other one was all the way across the school. There was no way I could make it. But then, there was a small sign of hope. A teacher, a female Bellossom walked by. "EXCUSE ME MISS!". I said not caring how panicked and squeaky my voice was. "U-um yes?". She asked confused. "CAN I PLEASE BORROW YOU KEY TO THE TEACHER'S RESTROOM?! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!". The look on her face told me she could tell how panicked and desperate I was, and how swollen and bloated my tummy looked. So she gave me the key and pointed down the hall. "It's right over there". Now all I had to do, was make it down there. Easier said then done. At first I sped walked, As much as I wanted to think of relief, I couldn't yet, I still had to make it their. I then felt a wave of pressure and hunched over, I then walked slowly, holding my pee hole as tight as I could. And finally I made it to the door. But, I didn't know which key was the one for the bathroom! I crossed my legs as tight as I could and started looking through the keys. It was hard to focus on both not leaking and finding the right key, especially without my hands in my pee hole.  I finally found the key and pushed the door open. I then quickly slammed it shut and locked it. And there it was, a nice large white toilet, just waiting to be sat on. But then... The sight of the toilet was too much. My bladder had had enough. My pee hole open itself up and a steady stream started, I knew I couldn't stop it, so I ran to the toilet while it was still peeing all over the floor, pulled down my sweat pants and my pink panties, (which were both almost soaked) and sat my butt down the toilet as the stream of pee continued, the sound of liquid hitting liquid was the only sound I wanted to hear forever, I kept peeing for a good 5 minutes, all the urine, the ocean of pee exited my swollen bladder through my pee hole, until finally, the stream died down to a stop. But even then I didn't wanna get off the toilet. I just stayed there for a good 2 more minutes. And finally got up. I then looked at my tummy, which was still a little bloated, but not nearly as bad as before. I then took the time to look at the mess I made on the ground. That was fixable, I could wipe that up. But what wasn't fixable was my pants and more importantly my panties. I couldn't leave the bathroom with both of them nearly soaked. But then I realized these were my PE pants, and I could just take off the panties and put new ones on later. My change of clothes was in my backpack. Wait... My backpack... I left it in class... Oh Sh-..... ----- Well, hope you guys enjoyed that, yeah guess I left it at a kind of cliffhanger moment. If you do all wanna see what happens, please let me know in the comment! Anyways! Cya later! =3
Hey! This is my first story here and I really hope you like it. I’m not sure how many chapters there will be but I will do my best to make it entertaining and fun! -bladderbabe ——————————— I took off my apron and hung it on the hook next to my coworkers, waved goodbye, and walked out the door of Seasons Diner. The rickety old place had a jukebox with Queen and Journey on it, a bar with many stools, and four booths. It was small, but it was everyone’s favorite place to hang out in town. From druggies to businessmen, it was quick and tasty. ”Elena?”  I turned around to see my coworker, Ariel, leaning out the door.  “You left your phone.” She held my phone out the door, the bell above it chiming quietly as it was hit.  “Thanks, Ari. Don’t know what I would do without ya.” I grabbed it and walked back to my bike, waving at her before jumping on my bike and riding down the road of my little town in Massachusetts.  Little did I know that might be the last time I ever see Ariel, or any of my coworkers, again.  ..……............…………… I passed the old house everyday. It was big and in good shape, but I wasn’t sure if anyone lived there. On this particular day, curiousity got the best of me and I drove onto the curb and put down my kickstand, before slowly walking towards the house. It was a light brown color with white trim on the windows, doors, and porch. Much to my suprise, the was unlocked. I walked inside and instead of seeing dirty walls covered in graffiti, I saw a gorgeous foyer with gorgeous shiny red walls, a staircase, and the best part - a gorgeous, shimmering crystal chandelier. I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was so beautiful.  As much as I wanted to see the rest of the house, I came to my senses and realized someone probably lived here and I was trespassing. I turned around to see two women, looking about 17, staring at me.  “Oh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t aware anyone lived here-“  The girl on the left with brown hair stabbed a needle into my neck and I  was gone. .................................................. i woke up in a green room, on a very soft bed with lighter green sheets.  Where the hell am I? I wondered as I looked around. There was a large water jug to my left on a mahogany bedside table, some clothes in front of the door, and a another bed with a sleeping girl on it.  I stood up very slowly and went to peak out the window. Yes, I’m in the same house, I can see my bike out front. I try to open it but of course it’s locked. I sigh, realizing the slightest need to pee. I walked over to the clothes that were set out. I was glad the other girl was sleeping so she couldn’t see me nearly nude. Thankfully, they kept my bra and underwear on to protect at least some of my modesty. I put on the dress that was laid out for me and quickly realized it was a maid’s uniform.  “Seriously?” I whisper to myself as I tie the ribbon in the back. Suprisingly, there was a pair of white stockings that went with it. At least no one will see my underwear. I pull them on as well and try the door. ”You can’t get out yet,” says a high-pitched, female voice. I turn around to see the girl who was sleeping awake and putting on her outfit. Hers was nothing but a red lounge bra and a pair of white shorts.  “I’m Ethel. You are?” ”Elena...” I mumble, looking her up and down. She looked around my age, maybe 18. She looked pretty, with a sprinkle of freckles all over her body and naturally red hair.  “Nice to meet you. I’m the one thats supposed to give you the tour.” I hear a small bell chime and the doors unlock. She opens the door for me and steps outside. I see a long hallway filled with other girls coming out of their rooms, all in different outfits, none looking older than 25. They look at me, then just walk out into the rest of the mansion, leaving me and Ethel alone.  “Go to the bathroom and I’ll be waiting out here.” She points to the end of the hall, about two rooms down from us.  “Savor it, too. You never know when you’ll be able to use it again.”  I’m curious about how she said I may not be able to use it again, but I went in, did my business, and stepped out to see her in the same place she was before.  “Alright. As you can probably tell, this is the living quarters. We sleep here at night and leave in the morning. It’s not very exciting.” She continues to walk down the hallway. We turn and she walks down the stairs, ignoring the room that looks vastly different at the end.  “Who’s room is that?” I ask.  She sighs. “You’ll meet him.”  I grumble at the lack of explanation but continue to follow her.  “This is the dining room, where we eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Right now is a free period for the girls, they’re free to do anything in the hour before breakfast except use the toilet.” I notice a small bulge in Ethel’s abdomen, realizing it’s her bladder.  “Why... why not use the toilet?” I ask, still staring at her bladder. I’ve never seen a bladder physically bulge out like that before. ”Because Sir doesn’t want us to. He likes his girls full, pushing their limits. You should see the bulge on some of those girls... Tiana has been holding for longer than most of us, because she was punished. She hasn’t gone since yesterday morning.”  I gasp at this. Yesterday morning? I pee basically every two hours! And she has held it for twenty four? ”You’ll get used to it in time. Today you’re free to use the bathroom whenever you’d like, but tomorrow and forever, unless you get punished, you must only pee in the evenings, once a day.”  “What? That’s insane!” ”Don’t talk like that. You don’t want to be punished on your first day.”  “Can’t I leave?” I don’t want to only pee once a day, and probably get raped by that Sir she’s talking about.  “Of course not. You belong to Sir.”  I look at the door we’re walking past and long to run out of it, but something tells me I shouldn’t and continue to follow her.  “This is the playroom. There’s a tv, cards, board games, and iPads. This is where the girls spend most of their day.” I look around and see an array of girls playing games and watching tv, all looking uncomfortable. A few wave, but most ignore me. It looked like there was about twenty in there. One girl sat there, who I could only assume was Tiana, rocking back and forth and holding her crotch, obviously very desperate.  Ethel points down the hall to a door. “You do not want to go through there. That’s where Sir is most of the time. It’s like hell. Pray you never have to go in there more than the once today.” Judging by the way she was talking, I was going to be here a while.  “And that’s all. There’s also a kitchen and such for those who enjoy cooking, a art room for those who like to draw and paint, basically any room for any interest down that hallway.” She points to the other side of me. A bell chimes and the girls flood into the dining room. I begin to follow them when I hear a voice from a loudspeaker.  “Elena to Sir’s room at this time, Elena to Sir’s room at this time.”  Edited March 10, 2018 by Bladderbabe (see edit history)
Chapter 2  I couldn’t help myself from writing a second chapter on the same day, I’m just inspired to keep going. -BB ———————————— ”Elena to Sir’s room at this time,” said a deep male voice from the overhead speakers.  I gulped as the other girls looked at me.  “Good luck,” said a wide-shouldered young woman with light brown skin.  I did an unsure thumbs up and started to walk to the so-dreaded place Ethel was telling me about. The door looked average, the same mahogany as the rest of the doors of the house were made of. I noticed a little “Sir’s room” in golden writing on the door. I very cautiously opened the door.  I didn’t see anyone, and the door swung shut behind me and locked.  I looked around the large room. In one corner, there was a small office. A desk, computer, papers, etc. In another corner, tons of bondage related items, such as chains tied to the walls, handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, and various whips and floggers. I gulped. I was always fascinated by bondage, even dabbled in it with a previous boyfriend, but... this was insane. In the third corner was a full kitchen, and in the last a single, lone toilet. When I brought my eyes back in front of me,  young man no older than 25 stood in front of me. He didn’t speak, he just let me look over him.  He was in a light grey suit with a blue tie, and his short brown hair swooped back into a flawless quiff. He had obvious cheekbones and a sharp jawline, bright green eyes that looked as bright as grass in the spring. I watched as they looked me up in down as well, undressing me in their imagination. To be honest, he was quite attractive and looked to be nice, but after seeing this place I assumed the worst. After looking at him and realizing he was not planning on starting this conversation, I took it upon myself to speak. ”H-hello, Sir...”  “Hello, Elena.”  His voice was deep and smooth like chocolate. It would normally melt me, but I was so on-edge it didn’t. ”I imagine you’re wondering why you’re here?”  I nod. ”Well, you were trespassing on private property and those who do must be punished... You’re lucky I didn’t call the cops.” He said as he pushed me into a chair and handcuffed my arms together behind me. “Too tight?” He asked. ”It’s fine...”  “Good. Anyway, in this place we do very specific... training, if you will.”  His melted-chocolate voice began to get to me and it took all my willpower to not be extremely attracted to this man. ”My girls are to hold their bladders for many hours, and if they do not manage they will face severe punishments. If they succeed, of course, they’ll get lavish rewards.”  I gulped, as I already felt the smallest tinge in my bladder again.  “Let me out!” I spit, a wave of sudden confidence coursing through me. I fight against the handcuffs.  “Tsk, tsk. You must learn to be more kind to your superiors.” ”Superiors? You’re a freak! Let me out of here! I have a job! I don’t want to be in your stupid... sex games!” I kick out towards him, but he steps away smoothly.  “So naive. We’ll be changing that very soon, darling.” He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed me a bottle of water, which I assumed was laced with something. “I’d normally let you drink on your own, but you seem to be a little disobedient.” He brings the water bottle to my lips and I keep my mouth shut, the water running over my body. He sighs and sets down the water before sitting down on his desk in front of me, just out of reach. “Listen, Elena. You do not have to have sex with me or anyone else here. I would never force someone to do that. Of course, if you do, you may get extra privileges, but that’s besides the point. I only ask you do as I say and let me teach you to control that bladder, and I will never hurt you. Deal?”  The metal of the handcuffs was gnawing away at my skin and I stopped struggling. “Deal.” I spat.  He walks behind me, undoes the handcuffs, and lets me stand.  “Now, let’s get to know each other a bit, alright?”  I rub my sore wrists. “Fine.”  “I already know your name is Elena, you’re 5’3, have blonde hair you wear in a ponytail, have brown eyes, are a waitress as Seasons diner, and are already slowly falling in love with me.” He leans over at the last sentence and looks me in the eye. “Anything else I need to know?” ”No...” I hate saying it. “Sir.”  “Good girl. Now what would you like to do today? There’s any drink you could dream of, if you’re one for alcohol. There’s also some soda if you’re more for that. I could bring your breakfast down here. What would you like?”  “Just a hard lemonade.” I say through gritted teeth, my bladder refusing yet I ignore it. Normally, I would go to the bathroom again by now but I do not want him to think I’m weak. I sit back down and he brings me the lemonade and a glass of wine for himself and sits sipping it. I watch him, eyeing him up and down wondering what he looks like under those clothes. As if reading my mind, he takes off his suit jacket. His arms are strong looking. I bite my lip unintentionally. How could this devil be so attractive? He somehow notices and sets down his glass and looks at me. “What else would you like to do?”  His deep voice runs through my veins and I cross my legs as the hard lemonade runs to my bladder.  “What would you like me to do?” I ask coyly.
Chapter 3 I’m glad you guys like the story! I’ll continue to do my best to update it often. I’m not sure exactly how long it will be, but it’ll be long enough to have a good storyline and plenty of omorsashi.  “What would you like me to do?” I ask coyly. I have no idea where on earth that sudden vulnerability and willingness came from. He was just so intoxicatingly attractive and I thought maybe if I got him to like me, I wouldn’t have to suffer through his little... bladder games. He seems taken aback. “You’re quite confident for a new one...” he takes another sip from his glass. “Now, I could easily list off all the things I’d like to do to you,” he motions to the corner with the chains and whips, “but I don’t do that the first day. Why don’t you just hold for me? You may use the toilet if you must and I won’t make you drink any more than what you want, since this is your first day. I’d just like to test how good you are for me.” I licked my lips and finished the rest of my lemonade. My bladder was quickly filling, the alcohol already lowering my senses. If only I wasn’t a light-weight. I leaned back in the chair and looked at him.  “I’m sure that wine is starting to get to your bladder too, Sir...” I say flirtatiously, keeping myself from crossing my legs. “Sure, but it isn’t bothering me, and I’m sure it won’t for a long time. I have such a large capacity it would take so long for my bladder to fill up, and then to get desperate would take even longer.” He says confidently. His cockiness makes me angry, but curious if he’s speaking truthfully. “Is that so?” I say. He nods, yet seems a little surprised that I have yet to show any signs of desperation myself. Still, even though I wasn’t showing signs on the outside, my urethra was tightly shut and it was taking lots of willpower to not cross my legs. “Will you go get some water for yourself? We can test our limits,” I lean over, “together.” He, obviously a little too cocky for his own good, stands up, gets many bottles of water from the fridge, and sets them down on the desk. I scootch up my chair closer to his desk and watch him as I pick up the water and hold it out in cheers. “To a devoted partnership of bladder control,” I lie. I was getting out of here as soon as I could, but not before having my fun.  We touch the water bottles together and I drink it all in a few big gulps, despite my already 3/4 full bladder protesting. I discreetly squeeze my legs together and he doesn’t notice. He doesn’t seem to be fazed by his own bladder quite yet. I’m tempted to push on his bladder, but knowing him the punishment for that would be severe, so I restrained myself. I was curious as to how my bladder looked and felt on the outside, feeling the hot pee burning on the inside. I wasn’t used to holding it and I was becoming desperate quickly.  I very casually crossed my legs and it made it a little easier for me, but not by much. I saw him smirk as I did, and motioned for him to drink another bottle. “I already had some water this morning, so this will even it out,” I lied.  I estimated it had been about three hours since I came in his room. My bladder was filling up quickly and I had to cross my legs tighter. He had just crossed his legs and I giggled.  “The master is weakening already?” I joked. He looked at me and drank another bottle. His cockiness will be the death of him one day. My bladder felt so full I couldn’t help myself, and I reached my hand down the my abdomen and felt the bulge where my bladder was filled with hot pee, aching to be relieved. I was surprised by how hard it was. Even the smallest brush made it much harder to hold.  “I’m sure this is the first time you’ve ever held,” he says, breaking the silence and causing me to jerk my hand away from my bladder. “You’re lasting much longer than I expected.” He looks towards my abdomen. “Stand,” he commands. I do as told and the sudden gravity makes me freeze and cross my legs tightly, bending over. “Stand up straight and pull up your skirt so I can see that bladder.” I very cautiously and slowly straighten up, much to my bladders dismay. I keep my legs tightly crossed. I nervously lift up my skirt and am shocked at the sight I see. My bladder is bulging out and is rock hard.  He looks surprised. “I’ve never seen a regular girl with such capacity.” He stands up and walks towards me. I feel my bladder quiver and a small spurt leaks into my panties. I yelp and shove my hands in my crotch. He places his hand very lightly on my bladder and I bite my lip to keep from yelping. I can see his bladder protruding under his suit pants, yet he’s still not showing many signs of desperation. He gently rubs my bulging bladder, biting his lip. “Good girl, good girl...” he murmurs. I can see him getting hard under his trousers, but I can’t say anything as I’m too focused on not wetting myself. I glance over at the toilet, longing for it. Suddenly, he gently pushes on my bladder and another long spurt of pee jets into my panties and runs down my white stockings. He pulls his hand back.  I run over to the toilet and quickly pull down my stockings and panties as pee jets into the toilet. He watches me intently as I pee for 45 seconds straight. The stream turns to a trickle and eventually stops, and I’m left breathing heavily on the toilet while he watches me. I wipe off with the toilet roll while covering my privates from his view with my hand. He silently walks over, hands me a pair of clean panties, then sits back down at his desk. I turn around and take off my wet stockings and panties and pull the new ones back on, identical to the old ones.  I walk over to his desk and stand in front of it, while I make eye contact with him.  “Thank you, Elena. You are dismissed.” I turn around and walk out of the room, and as I shut the door behind me I hear him run to the toilet and pee a long, hard stream. I smile to myself and walk away. ———————— The next chapter will probably involve sex with either one of the other girls or with Sir. It’s alright if you’re uncomfortable with it, you can easily skip it as it won’t be too relevant to the plot and you won’t miss anything that would confuse the rest of the story. Hope you guys liked this chapter! Have a wonderful day -BB
Chapter 9  Hi! This might be the only post this week, because I’m on spring break and am spending time with family. Hope you enjoy! P.S. someone messaged me saying they were having trouble imagining what Tiana looked like, she looks like the girl from Everything, Everything. Also, !!!there is a sex scene in this chapter!!!BB ——————————————— I wipe my tears and sit up against the bed frame. I motion for her to sit in front of me and she sits cross-legged across from me. I take a moment to admire her. Even teary-eyed and tired, she’s just as beautiful as always. Her curly brown hair was thick and still held water from her shower. Her eyes are hazel, they remind me of brown sugar. Her skin is perfect, a gorgeous milk-chocolate brown, perfectly smooth. Her neck looks perfect for hickeys, and her collarbones are prominent. Her breasts are maybe c or d cups and are just as perfect as the rest of her. A small waist and thick hips and thighs, as well as A+ butt.  I can tell she’s admiring me back. I don’t think I’m quite as gorgeous as her, but I’m nothing terrible. My eyes are green and my hair is brown, cut into a bob that’s always messily tied up. I have smaller breasts, b’s on a good day, and a straight, thin body. Not a curve on me. I have little bumps on my nose and uncontrollable eyebrows. I have lips like hers though, plump and full, the only thing I got from my dad.  “Let’s... get off the sad stuff. If I’m gonna be stuck here forever,” my voice cracks, “I might as well try to enjoy it.”  She nods. “What do you want to do?”  “Maybe watch a movie? The Princess Bride, or Mean Girls?”  “Or Fifty Shades,” she jokes. I laugh too.  I watch her pull a remote out of the top drawer on her side and the TV clicks on. She goes to Netflix and turns on Mean Girls, then sits beside me on her bed.  “This used to be my favorite movie when I was 15 or 16. Honestly, still a masterpiece.” I say as the title comes on screen. ”Me too. My first time had this in the background.” She blushed. ”Wow. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how old were you?” ”It’s alright. I was fifteen. It was with a guy who I dated for two years, and I wanted to try it. The poor boy had the littlest penis ever. He finished after two minutes and then left. I broke up with him the next week.” She put her hand on my thigh nonchalantly. ”Wow. Mine was... I think last year, right before my seventeenth birthday. Had a boyfriend of a year, it was all sensual and there were candles and shit. It was pretty good, actually. We dated until we went to different colleges and we couldn’t do it anymore. We still text sometimes though.” ”Dang. That must suck. He the only one?”  “Yeah. I almost went down on a girl but backed out last minute. I was scared I’d do something wrong.” ”Wow. I’ve had sex with... two guys, three girls. That boyfriend, Sir, a girl from college, Taylor, and Kai-Lan.” ”Cool. I don’t have a lot of experience at all, you’re probably great at it.” ”Ha. I’d like to think so, but you’d have to ask one of them. Or find out for yourself.” I laugh out loud and blush. She doesn’t laugh.  “Wait, you’re serious?”  “I mean, uh, if you’re down I’m down,” she mumbles. She taps her fingers on my thigh.  I clear my throat. ”I think... that’d be okay?”  “Really?”  “Uh, yeah. Sure.”  “Great! Well, right. Um.” She takes off her shirt, then stands up and struggles to take off her pants.  I stand up and fiddle with the bow on the back of my outfit. “Can you help me with that?” I ask. She walks over and unties the bow. I turn around and slip my apron off, then help her pull down her shorts. I pull the dress off the top of my head, and there we are, two young women, in just our bras and panties, standing in the middle of a room of a house we’re trapped in.  ………………sex scene……………… I look at her and she looks at me.  “Okay. Yep. Let’s go.” She says, then walks over to me and walks me over to the bed. She unclips my bra and slides the straps down my shoulders slowly. For a moment, she just admires, then remembers what she’s doing and tosses the bra on the ground. I return the favor and unclip her bra as well. She pushes me against the bedframe and starts kissing me.  I kiss back, and she slowly creeps down and starts to bite and suck on my neck. I’m sure it’ll leave a bruise.  She showers my stomach with kisses, stopping as she gets to my pantyline. She looks up at me and I nod. She pulls down my underwear and I kick them off the rest of the way.  She gets between my legs and kisses around before getting to my clit. She licks it and I quietly moan. She starts to suck on my clit and my moans get louder, then she sticks a finger in, and then another, hitting my g-spot almost instantly. After a few minutes I come to an orgasm, euphoria filling my veins as my moans fill the room. She pulls away and looks up, obviously impressed with her work. When I realize she’s looking at me, I blush and look away. ”So?” She asks as she sits up.  “That was... the best orgasm of my life. Holy shit.” My breathing steadies and I sit there.  She looks at me and smiles.  “I tried.”  “So damn humble.” ”So are you gonna return the favor or not?”  ————————————— Hope you enjoyed! I’m not amazing at sex scenes but I tried. Have a wonderful night/day/whatever! -BB
Chapter 17 Its nearly Christmas! and this episode is the Christmas special!  —————————————— Chatter fills the room as we watch the young man stand next to Sir.  He’s very pretty, feminine but dominant. It looks like he might wear makeup. His hair is short, shaved on the sides and a black quiff on top. He’s tan, like a stained wood, and he smells like cologne. His eyes are dark green, and they gaze over us.  While he looks like he could kill any one of us in a heartbeat, he stands shorter than Sir and has a more lean body than the taller man. While Sir stands 6’4, has large biceps and wide shoulders, this young man, standing about 6’0, is more lean and kind looking. While Sir would ram us into the bed, he would whisper in our ears as he softly made love to us.  But that’s not what I should be thinking about. ”Ladies, this is Jerimiah. I recently bought him from a friend of mine, and he is certainly a talented boy. Not only has he been serving people like me ever since he turned eighteen, he has a bladder capacity of 1,200 mL.” Sir props his arm on Jeremiah’s shoulder and Jeremiah blushes. “He’s a great boy. And more importantly, he’s all of your Christmas gifts. You’ll be getting your own individual gifts soon, but for now, he is all yours.” The women around me seem quite excited, but also confused. Of course, we won’t complain. This guy is a stud.  “Well, I’ll talk to you ladies later. Enjoy~” Sir walks back to his cave, leaving our gift standing in the doorway.  Taylor and Kai-Lan approach and start to flirt immediately, while the other ladies wait, cautious of who he is and what he has been sent for. He walks around the room and we stand as we introduce ourselves, one by one. As we shake hands, his lingers for a moment in mine. We make eye contact, he nods, and moves to the next woman.  What’s this guy’s deal?  He seems to be getting along just fine with the other ladies, chatting and flirting away. Even Tiana has let her guard down.  I join, but I stay cautious, quiet. I can’t seem to wrap my head around this guy.  Soon, we’re all just sitting around, not doing much. No one seems to really care when Kai runs off with Jerimiah, or when she comes back and calls him Jer-Bear.  I break the silence.  “You guys want some popcorn or something?” I ask. After a few moments, I get some nods and agreements. I walk towards the kitchen, but I catch a glimmer out of the corner of my eye.  Standing the entryway is the largest Christmas tree I’ve ever seen, surrounded by hundreds of beautifully wrapped gifts. The lights glimmer and shine, hypnotizing me. This is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.  I quickly hurry back and drag all the girls into the entryway, where they all have similar reactions. We look at each other, then back at the tree, then at Sir’s door, and so on. We tap our feet with excitement, and Sir appears behind us.  “Go ahead.” We all run forward, digging at the presents to find the ones with our names on them. Each of us got many presents, and we all got at least one sex toy. Some of us got more than one. I find all the ones with my name on them and retreat to sit on the stairs, where I open them all.  In one is a bag of Lindor dark chocolate. In another, a giant teddy bear. In the third, fourth, and fifth were lots of gorgeous, expensive clothes. Ballroom gowns, elegant handbags, beautifully made costumes. In the sixth was a fluffy pink bondage set, and a hand-blown glass dildo. Despite its phallic nature, it was gorgeous.  And in the seventh was the most beautiful necklace I’ve ever seen. Strung on a thin solid silver chain was strings of diamonds, and when Sir saw I had gotten to it, he walked up to me and took it, wrapping it around my neck and clasping it. He turns me around and smiles, then kisses my forehead. I blush and smile back.  Maybe I’ll be alright. As soon as he leaves, Jeremiah walks up to me and starts flirting, touching my body and leading me up the stairs. I protest, wanting to be faithful to Tiana. He doesn’t listen to my demands, and drags me up the stairs, covering my mouth. He opens the door and slams me onto the bed. I try to scream but his hand is clasped firmly over my mouth, and I try to scratch and kick and bite but he is faster and stronger than me.  I brace myself. This isn’t the first time, and probably isn’t the last. Tears bite at my eyes as I expect him to undress me and hurt me. But he doesn’t.  Instead, he just locks the door and walks next to the bed. I stand up and move towards the door, but he motions for me to stop. ”I’m sorry. I promise I’m trying to help you.” He looks around. “Listen, just get on the bed and act like you’re into it. This is the only room without microphones.” ”Then why do I have to be on the bed?”  “There’s still cameras. I’m sure he’s watching right now, ready to watch us fuck. But I don’t really want to. Just come here.”  I hesitantly walk closer to him, and he leans in as though he’s about to kiss me. Instead, he grabs my hips and whispers something to me. ”I’m going to help you.” He pauses, and pulls back. We stand a few feet away from each other.  He turns around and unlocks the door, and I walk towards it. He stands in the doorway, and I try to walk away. I take my first step down the stairs before he calls after me again.  “It’s gonna be okay, Mercy.”
Chapter 19  Happy new year! I hope you all had great holidays. Big sex scene this chapter, stay tuned. ——————————————— I let go, and stand in front of him.  He looks at my neck and raises an eyebrow.  “Pretty necklace. He gave it to you?” James asks. ”Yeah, he did. Isn’t it beautiful? But I guess it isn’t anything special, I think all the girls got one.” I reach up and run my fingers across the silver chain, and down one of the rows of diamonds.  “You let him put a collar on you.”  “What are you talking about? It’s a necklace, not a collar.”  “Anything around your neck means something. He owns you. And you accepted it.”  I reach around till I find then clasp, and try to unhook it. It won’t budge.  “You’re... I let him...” I sigh. He’s right, and I am so stupid.  “And no, not every woman got one. You got one, Tiana got one, Theo for one, and,” he pauses and unbuttons his shirt collar to reveal a small silver chain, tight around his neck, “I got one. He has plans, and these have something to do with it. That’s why we’re...”  He trails off, noticing something behind me. Before I can turn around, someone slaps my ass, then covers my eyes with their hands.  “Guess who,” says a feminine voice I definitely recognize.  “Hey, babe.”  She uncovers my eyes and walks next to me, wrapping her arm around my waist, and resting her fingers on my pantyline. I shiver, remembering the ever-growing pressure in my bladder. She notices, and leans in, biting my ear before whispering,  “Gotta go?”  I blush and look down, nodding. She smirks, then turns back to James, or who she knows as Jeremiah. She reaches out her free hand for a handshake.  “Nice to meet you. I’m Tiana.”  He shakes her hand. “I’m Jeremiah. You two know each other?”  “Yes, quite well.” She seems protective, despite the way she looks at him. Like she wants him. I feel jealousy burning at the back of my throat, but I swallow it and look on.  She looks behind him at the door. “Do you have a room all to yourself?” ”Oh, yeah, I do.” He looks back at the door. I remember how well furnished it was, with a king sized bed and a dresser and a mirror, with nice curtains and even a big closet.  “How lucky,” Tiana says, looking at him expectantly. He gets the hint.  “Oh, uh, feel free to come in.” He turns around and opens the door for us, and I mumble a quiet thank you as we walk in. Tiana lets go, and I take a reluctant seat on the soft, silky bed. I watch her as she walks around, admiring the handiwork of the dresser and the color coordination and other things that I don’t understand.  She seems a little too comfortable. Her movements are too fluid, and she shakes her hips a little too much as she walks. Jerimiah stands at the doorway and looks flushed, trying not to look at her, as his hands are clasped in front of him, conveniently at crotch level. I can only imagine what he is hiding.  She knows what she’s doing, and confidently struts in his direction. All I can do is sit on the bed, in my thin, silky nightgown, and burn with jealousy. He blushes deeply as she whispers something to him, then smirks. A few quick glances at me help me to put the pieces together, and I know I’m in for a wild ride.  ——————sex scene lmao————— He walks over to the bed and crawls to sit in the middle.  “Elena,” I hear Tiana purr, suddenly right next to me, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun.” In a more stern voice, “Take off your panties and go sit on his lap.” My breath hitches, and I can feel my face getting hot. I nod and stand, and take off my underwear. Though you still cannot see anything under my nightgown, I feel incredibly exposed. I crawl to him on the bed, and sit in his lap. His hard dick rubs against my ass, and he lets out a quiet grunt. I smile a little. He pulls me closer to him, and i shudder as i feel his warm breath against my neck. He wraps his arms around me, pawing and kneading at my breasts. He leans foward and bites my neck, licking and sucking. I shiver and let out a soft moan. His right hand travels down, lifting my nightgown. He pulls on my legs and I reluctantly open them, much to my bladder’s dismay.  He pulls the nightgown off of me as I wiggle out of it. He continues to knead my breasts with his left hand, and bites and suckles at my neck. But his right hand travels to in between my spread legs, to my pussy, where he gently starts to rub my sensitive clit. I let out a feminine moan, high-pitched and delicate.  Tiana, who had been watching intently on the corner of the bed, slinks up in between my legs. Jeremiah pulls his hand away, resting it on my thigh to keep my legs open. His hand is quickly replaced my Tiana’s mouth, and I moan as pleasure fills my body. She bites and sucks on my clit, and soon one, then two of her fingers are inserted into my cunt, rubbing my g-spot. My moans fill the room, euphoria fills my body, as I reach orgasm. With another long moan, I cum, and they both pull away. I’m left panting like a dog in his lap. Tiana sits up and kisses me. With a smile, I turn and kiss Jerimiah.  I crawl off of his lap, and off of the bed. When I realize there’s no point in holding anymore, I squat over a potted plant and let go of my bladder. When I turn around, Tiana is already on his dick, moaning her heart out. I slip back into my nightgown, not bothering to put my panties back on.  ————————————————— OOF that was a helluva chapter wasn’t it.
Chapter 23 I think to myself, I’m alright, I don’t even have to go that bad. I look up at her, wondering if she is going to remove the dildo or vibrator. She does not. Instead, she takes out a thick collar and wraps it around my neck. Then, she takes out a big leather leash and clips it onto a loop on the collar. Next, she clips two big ears into my hair, and a long fluffy tail onto my panties. I get on my hands and knees and give it a few swishes. I feel cute. She then lifts my knees, one my one, and puts pads on my kneecaps. I wonder why, at first, then realize that if I’m going to be on me hands and knees all day I may as well be comfortable. A bell rings, and the ladies file into the lavish dining room. She pulls me along on the leash, and instead sitting me in a chair, she pulls me over to a small mat with two bowls. Thankfully, instead of dog food and water, one bowl contains what the girls are eating, chicken and rice, and the other some juice.  However, I did still have to eat and drink like a dog while the ladies ate their dinner at the table. It was a messy and annoying process, but eventually I ate it all. Since I was already in a bit of a predicament, I didn’t drink the juice. Miss Victoria noticed. ”Drink your juice, pet.” I whined a little but did as told, slurping the berry flavored juice. My tummy felt very full, and my bladder was starting to feel the same way, too. Soon, the ladies went on their separate ways and Miss Victoria brought me to Sir’s dungeon. Sir was sat there, watching me intently. I held my head down. Miss Victoria gave the small pink controller to Sir, and I winced as I waited for the vibrations on my clitoris. But they did not come. In the middle of the room was a human-sized dog bed. It was red plaid and very fluffy.  She unhooked my leash and I walked over to it. I sat down and felt my bladder slosh around. I tried not to show it. I squeezed my legs together and watched them watch me. Then, they turned around and looked at each other, and suddenly started making out. Really making out. Sir started to untie her corset and slid it off of her. He kneaded at her breasts and she moaned. I couldn’t deny that the display turned me on quite a bit. They fell into his chair and he slid off her panties, rubbing her clit. She bit her lip and grinded against his hand. He then took off his suit pants and boxers, revealing his hard, large dick. Vicky knelt down and wrapped her mouth around his member, and he moaned. He then looked at me and pushed a button on the controller. The vibrations were slow and weak, as he had only put it on low, but combined with the huge rubber object inside of me it felt amazing. I rolled my hips and moaned quietly. He clicked again and the vibrations got stronger. I watched as Miss Victoria sat on his hard dick and they moaned. He put the vibe on high and I let out a high pitched moan, climbing and climbing to climax. I watched as the two came together, her biting his neck and he came inside her. I moan louder and feel the orgasm building up inside me, as I reach down and thrust the dildo deeper inside of me. Just as I begin floating, the vibrations stop. I whine and whimper as I’m left blue-balled, desperate to cum.  I look at them and whine desperately, and Miss Victoria looks at me.  “Good girls don’t cum without permission.”  I whimper. She reaches for the controller and puts it on low. I rub against it and begin climbing again, so incredibly sensitive that it doesn’t even need to be on high. She turns it off again. She walks over, still naked, and pulls down my panties. She pulls out the wet dildo and the vibrator. I whine.  The second I stop thinking about cumming, my bladder screams. I look down and see it bulging out of my abdomen, and my hand shoot down and grabs my crotch.  “Aww, is the diuretic kicking in? You poor thing. Get on your hands and knees.” Of course there was a diuretic in the juice. I do as told and struggle, holding my legs together tightly. She steps closer then kneels down. In this position, my bulge is even more obvious. The size of a small chicken watermelon in my stomach. She reaches up her hand and carresses my distended bladder. I whine and squeeze my legs closer together. She gently pushes and I yelp and fall over onto my back. My underwear glistens.  “Aww, does someone want a belly rub?”  I shake my head desperately and hold my crotch. She pulls my hands away, and I find Sir chaining them to the wall. I press my legs together as hard as I can. Miss Victoria’s cold hands caress my abdomen, squeezing my breasts and making her way down. She lands on my bladder and I wince. I look down and see my huge bladder jutting out of my stomach. She rubs back and forth with one finger, then slowly pushes down with that finger. I begin to squirm and let out a loud yelp. Sir walks over and grabs my ankles, spreading my legs. He chains them up as well.  I whimper and whine, holding using only my muscles. I feel myself leak once, then twice. My panties glisten. Sir comes between my legs and tears off my underwear, and quickly inserts himself into me. I moan. He thrusts in and out of me, shaking my bladder.  Suddenly, Miss Victoria flattens her hand and pushes down on my bladder as hard as she can.  “Aaah!” Piss shoots out of me, spraying onto Sir’s dick and the floor. I find myself cumming at the same time and I let out a load moan. Sir pulls out after I come and I keep pissing, forming a puddle on the floor around me. I let out a long sigh as the warm piss pools around me. It’s the best relief I’ve felt in my life.