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WARNING: Poop
This Fic is written in 3 languages first English after Spanish and finaly Japanese
I was washing my hands when the door to the ladies' room burst open and a woman in her late teens or early twenties entered. She did not wait for the door to close behind her before hiking up her denim miniskirt, exposing white cotton, rose-print panties with pale pink elastic. She ran for the nearest cubicle, her shoes clicking on the tiles, the clicking echoing off the walls. She elbowed open the door, pushing it so far back on its hinges that it banged against the wall of the cubicle. In her haste she did not bother to close the door behind her, allowing me to see her in the mirror above the washbasin. With one shaking hand she lifted the toilet lid; with the other she held her skirt up.
"Yes!" she said. "Made it!" But just as she slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties to pull them down, there was an abrupt squelch and the crotch of her panties sagged. She froze. A yellow-brown stain began to appear on the seat of her panties. The fishy smell of diarrhoea filled the room.
Turning off the tap, I yanked a few paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and began drying my hands, still watching her in the mirror.
A frustrated growl rose in her throat, drowning out the soft music playing over the PA. "Aaw no!" She kicked the wall.
Ditching the used paper towels, I picked up my handbag from the bench and slung the strap over my shoulder.
"It's not fair! I just about made it! I was so close!"
I entered the cubicle and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You need to calm down, sweetie." She gave a start and turned to face me. "It was just an accident."
"Who are you? What are you doing in here? What do you want?"
"My name is Jenny. And it looks to me like you need help."
For an instant I thought she was going to yell at me and tell me to go away and leave her alone, but instead she said, in a voice choked with rising emotion, "I'm Jodie. I just totally shit my pants." And she began sob.
I let her lean her head on my shoulder. She was still holding her skirt up, presumably to keep it from getting soiled. I stroked her shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair. "It's going to be okay. It happens to everyone at some point. I've pooped myself several times as an adult."
She looked up into my face with utter disbelief.
I giggled. "Hard to believe, I know, but it's true."
She buried her head in my shoulder again. The sobbing soon eased off, however, and I let her pull away.
"What am I going to do?" Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. "How do I get cleaned up?"
I looked her up and down. There was light soiling down the inside of her shapely upper thighs and a few drops of poop on the floor.
"Let's go to the handicapped stall. There's more room in there. And there will probably be a sink in there as well. Follow me. It's just down the end here." I held the door open for her. "In you go." I locked the door behind us. "We'll have you cleaned up in no time."
She looked at me eagerly, as if awaiting instructions.
"What size are you?"
"Sorry?"
"Panties."
"Oh, I don't know off the top of my head."
"Turn around." I slipped my thumb and forefinger under the waistband of her panties and pulled the label up so that I could read it. "Size fourteen. Same as me. Today is your lucky day. Because I just happen to have these." Unzipping my handbag, I produced a pair of pale blue cotton panties.
Her face lit up.
"I always carry a spare pair with me, just in case. I've had a few bad experiences in the past, as I mentioned earlier."
I slung the panties over the handicapped rail. She kicked off her shoes. I helped her get her skirt off without soiling it and slung that over the rail too. Removing her panties was more difficult. The poop was so runny I feared that it would get all over the floor.
"Cup your hands, Jodie." I tore off several sheets of toilet paper and laid them over her hands to form a protective layer. "Now put them under your crotch. I'll pull down from the waistband, and you hold the gusset so the poo doesn't fall out."
She did as instructed. My plan worked. No poo leaked onto the floor, though soiling did spread further down her thighs. She stepped out of her panties.
I lifted the toilet lid (and the seat too; I didn't want to get any poop on the seat). She emptied the contents of her panties into the bowl, and I flushed. She disposed of her panties in the tampon bin, ignoring the sign on the lid:
THIS BIN IS FOR SANITARY PRODUCTS ONLY NOTHING ELSE IS TO BE PLACED IN THIS BIN
"Thank you for doing this, by the way — helping me." She had a bunch of toilet paper scrunched up in her hand and was wiping the inside of her thighs. "I really appreciate it. I'd be lost without you.""It's no problem. I just wish I'd had someone to help me the few times when I've had accidents. Perhaps now that I've helped you, next time I have an accident, someone might help me. Karma, you know. What goes around comes around.""I hope so. You deserve it." She wiped her vagina as best she could, but a considerable amount of faecal matter remained stuck in her pubic hair. She then turned her efforts to her buttocks. She wiped and wiped, went through sheet after sheet of toilet paper, got poop all over her fingers. Finally, she huffed. "I can't even see what I'm doing. This is going to take forever.""Here. Let me help you.""What? Let you help me what? Wipe?""Of course. You can't see what you're doing, and I'm here, so....""Ah, no, I couldn't possibly let you―""I insist." I pulled off some toilet paper. "Come on.""Well... okay. Thanks."As I wiped, gas built up in my gut. Since the air was already thick with the stench of Jodie's poop, I figured she wouldn't notice if I farted, so I did. But it came out louder than I had anticipated, echoing off the walls."Ooh excuse me!"Jodie didn't say anything, didn't even turn round, just continued to stand, bent over, hands clutching the toilet seat. I kept wiping till she complained the paper was beginning to abrade. By this stage I also had poop all over my fingers. "There's a trick I learnt from my previous accidents." I pulled off a fresh sheet of toilet paper, took it over to the washbasin, and ran it under the tap. "Wetting the paper makes it softer. And helps remove any stubborn poop stains." I resumed wiping. "Is that better?"She nodded.Moments later I farted again. "Oh dear me!" Throwing a clump of wet brown toilet paper into the toilet, I said, "There. Done. All nice and clean now.""Thanks." She sniffed the air. "Paaw! That stinks, Jenny!""Yeah, sorry."She laughed."You might want to try the wet-toilet-paper trick around front," I said, "to get the poop out of your pubes.""Good idea." She ran some toilet paper under the tap."Leave it on, could you, please? I need to wash my hands.""Oh, they're filthy. That's my mess. Sorry about that.""Don't mention it.""You know, I'll probably be all right now, if you've got other things to do. I feel a lot better now, and I'm just about all cleaned up.""Well, I do need to get on with my shopping." I turned off the tap and went to pluck a paper towel from the dispenser only to find it empty. I wiped my hands on my skirt."Thank you so much for helping me. God knows how I would've managed this alone.""No problem. I'll get going, then.""It's been nice meeting you, Jenny. You've really restored my faith in humanity. Thanks for the panties, too.""That's quite all right. It's been nice meeting you as well, and I hope it's a very long time before this happens to you again.""I hope it never happens again.""Oh, it will. But you'll know how to deal with it next time." I unlocked the cubicle door. "I'm off, then.""Bye." On my way out of the ladies' I passed the first stall she had gone to and saw the poop on the floor. I had forgotten all about it. I called out to her to remember to clean it up. She said she would.Exiting the ladies', I took the corridor leading back to the shopping centre. I felt the need to fart again and pushed.No sound. But wetness bloomed between my butt cheeks. I stopped dead. Clenching my buttocks, I pinched off the gassy, liquid stool.In denial I put a hand up my skirt and touched the crotch of my panties, hoping to find them dry. They had to be dry. I couldn't have pooped my panties just after giving away my reserve pair. Not even I could have such bad luck.When my fingers touched fabric, however, they detected dampness. Yet I refused to believe the signals the nerves in my fingertips were relaying to my brain. I couldn't have had an accident. It was impossible.With mounting apprehension I withdrew my hand from under my skirt and raised it to eye level. Were they brown stains on my fingers? I rubbed them together. Sticky. I sniffed them. Stinky."Nooo." It came out as a polysyllabic whimper, though I had intended it to come out as a scream.I ran back to the ladies' and pounded on the door of the handicapped stall. "Jodie? Jodie, are you still in there?""Yeah. Is something wrong?""Listen, I hate to do this to you, but I need those panties back. I've had an accident."Laughter erupted on the other side of the door."What are you laughing at, you ungrateful bitch?"The laughter stopped abruptly. "Look, I'm sorry I got angry, but I'm being serious. I've pooed my pants and I need those knickers back. Could you please pass them to me under the door?""I don't know. Can't you just go commando?""No, I can't go commando. I'm having my period, and it's really heavy at the moment.""Aren't you wearing a tampon?""Well, yes, of course I'm wearing a tampon, but I'll have to throw it away because it'll be all shitty now, and I only have a pad in my handbag.""Couldn't you just buy a new pair?""I could ask you the same question, Jodie. And besides, I'm having my period. How do you suggest I go shopping for panties? Should I leave here with blood dripping down my legs? Or should I walk around with one hand holding a pad to my crotch? Can you imagine me walking into a store like that and saying, 'Excuse me, what aisle are panties in'?" "You don't understand. I can't leave here without panties. If my boyfriend finds out.... Let me explain something. My boyfriend once found out I cheated on him when he caught me without panties after I lost them having sex in a toilet stall. He's been suspicious of me ever since. You don't know what he's like — how he gets — when he's mad. If he thinks I'm cheating on him again, he'll kill me.""Well, then, you'd better buy some new underwear.""I can't. He doesn't let me carry any money. I'd have to ask him for the money, and then he would want to know what it was for. And then―""Okay; I get the picture. But that's not really my problem. I need those panties more than you, and I'm not leaving here without them. So again, if you could just pass them under the door, please.""No." I heard the swishing of fabric. It sounded as if she was hurriedly getting dressed. "No? I'm sorry, Jodie, that's the wrong answer." Getting on my belly, I crawled under the stall door.Now fully dressed, Jodie was slipping into her shoes. "What are you doing in here, you crazy bitch? Get out!"From my position on the floor, I could see up her skirt, see the crotch of the pale blue cotton panties I had given her. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, crawled over to her, and reached up her skirt for the panties; but she jumped up onto the toilet seat, leapt over me, and ran to the door. Panicked, she pushed and pulled on the door, but it wouldn't open. She didn't think to unlock it. This allowed me time to get to my feet, wrap my arms round her torso, and throw her to the ground. The strain caused another leak of gassy, liquid stool into my panties. Whimpering, she rolled onto her belly and crawled under the partition into the neighbouring stall. I unlocked the door and, running parallel to the stalls, cut her off just as she emerged from under the partition of the stall she had first entered, the one with the poop on the floor. Sobbing silently, she got to her feet. Shit was smeared down the front her top, her skirt, her legs. "Get out of my way!" she screamed, lunging forwards.I stepped aside, hands in the air as if surrendering. "Oh, don't touch me!" Once she had passed, I came up behind her and, reaching up her skirt, grabbed her — my — panties and yanked down. Jodie stumbled. The panties came away in my hands. She spun round, her jaw hanging loose.The panties had torn along the hip seams."Look what you've done!" I said, pushing the torn edges together then pulling them apart, pushing them together then pulling them apart, as if I could will them to rejoin."Great! Now how am I going to face my boyfriend? Well, if I have to leave here without panties, so do you."Absorbed in the torn panties, I didn't notice Jodie approach, didn't sense her reach up my skirt; but I did feel the tug on my panties, did hear them tear. They plopped to the floor. Poop splattered onto my shoes. Jodie fled."Come back here, you bitch! You can't just leave me here like this! Not after I helped you!"But it was no use. The woman had no conscience.What do I do now?Don't panic, Jenny; think! What is the first thing you must do?Get these filthy panties off the floor.Good. And then?Head to the handicapped stall to get cleaned up.Excellent! You'll get through this.Using the panties I had taken from Jodie as a glove, I picked up the pair on the floor and, carrying them at arm's length, my nose wrinkled, disposed of both pairs of ruined panties in the handicapped stall's tampon bin. It was then that I had an epiphany. Jodie's panties! You could use Jodie's panties! They're dirty, yes, but still intact. All they need is a wash.Fishing them out, I rinsed them in the sink, then rung them dry. I draped them over the handicapped rail. Squatting on the toilet, I finished pooping and then cleaned myself up with wet toilet paper. I donned Jodie's panties. Though still damp, they nicely supported my fresh pad. And I left the ladies' room ― with poop still on the floor ― confident to face the world. Whereas Jodie, I like to think, got slapped around by her boyfriend for cheating again. Bitch!
AND NOW SPANISH:
Estaba lavándome las manos cuando la puerta del baño de damas se abrió de golpe y entró una mujer en su adolescencia o veinte años. No esperó antes de que la puerta se cerrara con ella antes de ponerse su minifalda de mezclilla, dejando al descubierto las bragas de algodón blanco y estampado de rosas con elástico rosa de fondo. Ella corrió hacia el cubo más cercano, sus zapatos haciendo clic en las baldosas, el clic haciendo eco en las paredes. Dio un codazo para abrir la puerta, empujándola hacia atrás y hacia atrás en la pared del cubículo. En su lugar, no se puede cerrar la puerta detrás de ella, permitirse verla en el espejo sobre el lavabo. Con una mano temblorosa, la tapa del inodoro; con la otra, ella buena su falda."¡Si!" ella dijo. "¡Hecho!" Pero justo cuando se deslizaron hacia abajo de la cintura de sus bragas para tirar hacia abajo, hubo un brusco chasquido y la entrepierna de sus bragas se combó. Ella se congeló. Una mancha amarillo-marrón comenzó a aparecer en el asiento de sus bragas. El olor a pescado de la diarrea llegó a la habitación. Al cerrar el grifo, tirar las toallas de papel del dispensador en la pared y comenzar a secarme las manos, y todo mirándola en el espejo. Un gruñido frustrado se elevó en su garganta, ahogando la suave música que sonaba sobre el PA. "¡Aaw no!" Ella pateó la pared. Salí de las toallas de papel usadas, recogí mi bolso del banco y me colgué la correa por encima del hombro. "¡No es justo! ¡Casi lo logré! ¡Estaba tan cerca!" Entré al cubículo y coloqué una mano sobre su hombro. "Tienes que calmarte, cariño". Ella dio un respingo y se giró para mirarme. "Fue solo un accidente". "¿Quién eres? ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí? ¿Qué es lo que quieres?" "Mi nombre es Jenny. Y me parece que necesitas ayuda". Por un instante, pensé que iba a gritarme y decirme que me fuera y la dejara en paz, pero en cambio ella dijo, en una voz ahogada por la emoción de la emoción: "Soy Jodie. Me cagué del todo". Y ella comenzó a sollozar. Todavía estaba sosteniendo su falda, presumiblemente para evitar que se ensucie. Le acaricié el pelo rubio sucio hasta los hombros. "Va a estar bien. Le pasa a todos en algún momento. Yo ' Ella me miró a la cara con absoluta incredulidad. Solté una risita. " Difícil de creer, lo sé, pero es verdad ". Ella entró en su cabeza en mi hombro Otra vez. Los sollozos pronto se calmaron, sin embargo, y la dejé alejarse. "¿Que voy a hacer?" Su pecho se agitó cuando recuperó el aliento. "¿Cómo me limpió?" La miré de arriba abajo. Había una ligera mancha en el interior de sus muslos bien formados y las gotas de popó en el piso. "Vayamos al puesto de discapacitados. Hay más espacio allí. Y justo también hay un fregadero allí. Síganme. Está justo al final aquí". Mantuve la puerta abierta para ella. "En tu ir". Cerré la puerta detrás de nosotros. "Te haremos limpiar en poco tiempo". "¿Qué tamaño tienes tu?" "¿Lo siento?" "Bragas" "Oh, no lo sé por la parte superior de mi cabeza". "Giro de vuelta". Deslicé mi pulgar e índice bajo la punta de sus bragas y levanté la etiqueta para poder leerla. "Tamaño catorce. Igual que yo. Hoy es tu día de suerte. Porque tengo estos". Abrí la cremallera de mi bolso y saqué un par de bragas de algodón azul claro. "Siempre llevo un par de repuesto conmigo, por las dudas. Tenía algunas malas experiencias en el pasado, como mencioné anteriormente". Me colgué las bragas sobre la barandilla para discapacitados. Ella se quitó los zapatos. La ayudé a quitarse la falda sin ensuciarla y también una colgarla sobre la baranda. Quitarse las bragas era más difícil. La caca era tan líquida que se extendía por todo el piso. "Copa tus manos, Jodie". Arranqué varias hojas de papel higiénico y las puse sobre sus manos para formar una capa protectora. "Ahora pongo debajo de tu entrepierna. Voy a bajar de la pretina, y sostienes el combustible para que la caca no se caiga". Ella hizo lo que le indicaron. Mi plan funcionó. Ninguna caca se filtró al suelo, aunque la suciedad se extendió aún más por sus muslos. Ella se quitó las bragas. Levanté la tapa del inodoro (y también el asiento, no quería que cacara el asiento). Vació el contenido de sus bragas en el cuenco, y yo sonrojé. Se deshizo de sus bragas en el contenedor de tampones, ignorando el letrero de la tapa:
ESTA BANDEJA ES PARA PRODUCTOS SANITARIOS SOLAMENTE NADA DEBE COLOCARSE EN ESTE COMPARTIMIENTO
"Gracias por hacer esto, por cierto, ayudándome". Ella tenía un montón de papel higiénico arrugado en su mano y estaba limpiando el interior de los muslos. "Realmente lo aprecio. Estaría perdido sin ti". "No hay problema. Ojalá hubiera tenido alguien que me ayudara las pocas veces que tuviera un accidente. Quizás que me ayudara, la próxima vez que tenga un accidente, alguien que me ayude, Karma, tú saber. vuelta ". "Eso espero. Te lo mereces". Se secó la vagina lo mejor que pudo, pero una cantidad considerable de materia fecal permaneció atrapada en su vello púbico. Luego ella volvió sus esfuerzos hacia sus nalgas. Limpió y secó, revisó una hoja para otra de papel higiénico y se cagó los dedos. Finalmente, ella resopló. "No puedo ver lo que estoy haciendo. Esto es una eternidad". "Aquí, déjame ayudarte". "¿Qué? ¿Deje que me ayude, qué? ¿Limpiar?" "Por supuesto. No puedes ver lo que estás haciendo, y yo estoy aquí, entonces ..." "Ah, no, no podría dejarte ..." "Insisto". Saqué un papel higiénico. "Venga". "Bueno ... está bien. Gracias". Mientras limpiaba, el gas se acumuló en mis entrañas. Como el aire ya estaba cargado con el hedor de la caca de Jodie, pensé que no me gustaría saber si me tiraba un pedo, y así lo hice. Pero salió más fuerte de lo que había previsto, haciendo eco en las paredes. "Ooh discúlpeme! Jodie no dijo nada, ni siquiera se dio la vuelta, simplemente continuó de pie, inclinada, con las manos agarrando el asiento del inodoro. Seguí limpiando hasta que ella se quejó de que el periódico comenzó a desgastarse. En esta fase también tuve caca en mis dedos. "Hay un truco que aprendió de mis accidentes anteriores". Saqué una hoja nueva de papel higiénico, la llevé al lavabo y la puse bajo el grifo. "Humedecer el papel lo más suave y ayudar a eliminar las manchas persistentes de caca". Continué limpiando. "¿Eso está mejor?" Momentos después me volví a tirar un pedo. "¡Dios mio!" Lanzando un montón de papel higiénico marrón mojado en el inodoro, dije: "Allí. Hecho. "Gracias" Ella olfateó el aire. "Paaw! Eso apesta, Jenny!" "Sí, lo siento". Ella rió. "Es posible que desee probar el truco de papel higiénico húmedo en el frente", le dije, "para sacar la caca de su pubis". "Buena idea". Ella ejecutó algo de papel higiénico debajo del grifo. "Déjalo, ¿podrías, por favor? Necesito lavarme las manos". "Oh, son sucios. Ese es mi desastre. Lo siento". "No lo menciones". "Sabes, probablemente me encuentre bien ahora, si tienes otras cosas que hacer " . Bueno, necesito seguir con mis compras ". Cerré el grifo y fui a arreglar una toalla de papel del dispensador solo para encontrarla vacía. Me limpié las manos en la falda. "Muchas gracias por ayudarme. "No hay problema. Me pondré en marcha, entonces". "Ha sido un placer conocerte, Jenny. Realmente tiene un restaurado mi fe en la humanidad. Gracias por las bragas también". "Está bien. Ha sido un placer conocerte también, y espero que pase mucho tiempo antes de que esto te vuelva a suceder". "Espero que nunca vuelva a suceder". "Oh, lo harás. Pero sabrá cómo lidiar con eso la próxima vez". Abrí la puerta del cubículo. "Me voy, entonces". Al salir de las damas, pasé por el primer puesto al que había ido y vi la caca en el suelo. Me había olvidado de todo. Llamé a ella para que recordara limpiarlo. Al salir de las damas, tomé el corredor que conducía al centro comercial. Sentí la necesidad de tirar pedos y empujar. Sin sonido. Pero la humedad floreció entre mis nalgas. Me detuve muerto. Apretando mis nalgas, pellizqué el taburete líquido gaseoso. En negación, puse una mano en mi falda y toqué la entrepierna de mis bragas, esperando encontrarlas secas. Tenían que estar secos. No pudo haber cagado mis bragas justo después de regalar mi par de reserva. Ni siquiera tú podrías tener tanta mala suerte. Cuando mis dedos tocaron la tela, sin embargo, detecciónon humedad. Sin embargo, me negué a creer las señales que los nervios en la punta de mis dedos transmitían a mi cerebro. No podría haber tenido un accidente. Fue imposible. Con creciente aprensión, retiré mi mano debajo de mi falda y la altura de mis ojos. ¿Eran manchas marrones en mis dedos? Los froté juntos. Pegajoso. Los olí Stinky. "Nooo" Salió como un gemido polisilábico, aunque tenía la intención de que saliera como un grito. Corrí de regreso a las damas y golpeó la puerta del puesto para discapacitados. "Jodie? Jodie, ¿sigues ahí?" "Sí. ¿Pasa algo?" "Escucha, odio hacerte esto, pero necesitas esas bragas. He tenido un accidente". La risa estalló en el otro lado de la puerta. "¿De qué te ríes, perra ingrata?" "Mira, lo siento, yo enojé, pero lo digo en serio. Me pilló los pantalones y necesito esas bragas. ¿Podrías pasarlas por debajo de la puerta?" "No sé. ¿No puedes simplemente ir al comando?" "No, no puedo ir al comando. Estoy muy preocupado". "¿No estás usando un tampón?" "Bueno, sí, por supuesto que estoy usando un tampón, pero tendré que tirarlo porque todo es una mierda ahora, y solo tengo un bloque en mi bolso". "¿No podrías comprar un par nuevo?""Podría hacerte la misma pregunta, Jodie. Y además, estar con mi tiempo. ¿Cómo se puede comprar una bomba? ¿Debo irme con la sangre? mi entrepierna? ¿Puede imaginarse caminando en una tienda así y diciendo: "Disculpa, ¿en qué pasillo están bragas?" "No entiendes. No puedo irme sin bragas. Si mi novio se entera ... Déjame explicarte algo. Mi novio una vez descubrió que lo engañé cuando me atrapó sin bragas después de que los perdí. Sexo en un baño. Ha sospechado de mí desde entonces. No sabes cómo, cómo se pone cuando está enojado. Si crees que estoy engañando de nuevo, me matará ". " Bien entonces,"No puedo. No me deja llevar dinero. Tendría que pedirle el dinero, y entonces él quería saber por qué era. Y entonces-" "De acuerdo, entiendo la imagen Pero ese no es realmente mi problema. Necesito esas bragas más que tú y no me iré de aquí sin ellas. Así que, ¿por qué? "No." Escuché el sonido de la tela. Sonaba como si estuviera estaba vistiendo apresuradamente. "¿No? Lo siento, Jodie, esa es la respuesta incorrecta". Poniéndome en mi vientre, me arrastró por debajo de la puerta del establo. Ahora completamente vestida, Jodie se estaba deslizando en sus zapatos. "¿Qué estás haciendo aquí, por la ciudad? Fuera!"Desde mi posición en el piso, pude ver su falda, ver la entrepierna de las bragas de algodón azul que le había dado. Me puse sobre mis manos y rodillas, me arrastró hacia ella, y alcancé su falda para las bragas; pero saltó al asiento del inodoro, saltó sobre mí y corrió hacia la puerta. Presa del pánico, empujó y tiró de la puerta, pero no se abrió. Ella no pensó en desbloquearlo. Esto me permite el tiempo para ponerme de pie, envolver mis brazos alrededor de su torso y arrojarla al suelo. La tensión causó otra fuga de heces gaseosas y líquidas en mis bragas. Gimiendo, rodó sobre su vientre y arrastró bajo el tabique en el puesto contiguo. Abrí la puerta y, corriendo paralela a los puestos, la corté justo cuando salía de debajo del tabique del establo en el que había entrado por primera vez, el que tenía la caca en el piso. Sollozando en silencio, se puso de pie. Mierda estaba manchada por la parte delantera de su top, su falda, sus piernas. "¡Fuera de mi camino!" ella gritó, lanzándose hacia adelante. Me aparté, con las manos en alto como si me rindiera. "¡Oh, no me toques!" Una vez que ella había pasado, me acerqué por detrás y, alcanzando su falda, agarré su - mi - bragas y tiré hacia abajo. Jodie tropezó. Las bragas salieron en mis manos. Ella giró, su mandíbula colgando. Las bragas se habían roto a lo largo de las costuras de la cadera. "¡Mira lo que has hecho!" Dije, juntando los bordes desgarrados, jalándolos, juntándolos y luego jalándolos, como si pudiera volver a unir. "¡Genial! ¿Ahora cómo voy a enfrentar mi novio? Bueno, si tengo que irme sin bragas, tú también". Absorbida en las bragas rotas, no noté que Jodie se acercaba, no noté que ella alcanzaba mi falda; pero sí sentí el tirón de mis bragas, o cómo sé se rasgaban. Se dejar caer al suelo Poop salpicó mis zapatos. Jodie huyó. "¡Vuelve aquí, puta! ¡No puedes dejarme aquí así! ¡No después de que te ayude!" Pero no sirvió de nada. La mujer no tenía conciencia. ¿Qué hago ahora? No entres en pánico, Jenny; ¡Pensar! ¿Qué es lo primero que debes hacer? Obtener estas bragas sucias del piso Bueno. ¿Y entonces? Dirigido al puesto de minusválidos para que te limpien. ¡Excelente! Lo superarás. Utilizando las bragas que le quitó a Jodie como guante, levanté la pareja en el suelo, llevándolas con los brazos extendidos, con la nariz arrugada, deseché los dos pares de bragueras arruinadas en el tacho de tampones del puesto para discapacitados. Fue entonces cuando tuve una epifanía. ¡Las bragas de Jodie! ¡Podrías usar las bragas de Jodie! Están sucias, sí, pero aún intactas. Todo lo que necesita es un lavado.Los saqué, los enjuague en el fregadero y luego los puse secos. Los coloqué sobre la barandilla para discapacitados. En cuclillas en el inodoro, final de defecar y luego me limpie con papel higiénico mojado. Me puse las bragas de Jodie. Aunque todavía tengo húmedo, apoyé mi almohadilla fresca. Y salí del baño de las señoras, con la caca aún en el piso, confiada para enfrentar el mundo.
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女性の部屋への扉が開き、10代後半から20代前半の女性が入ったとき、私は手を洗っていました。彼女はデニムのミニスカートを登る前にドアを閉めるのを待たずに、白い綿とローズプリントのパンティーを淡いピンクの弾性で暴露しました。彼女は最も近いキュービクル、タイルをクリックした彼女の靴、壁からのエコーをクリックして走った。彼女は肘を開けて扉を開け、それを蝶番で押し戻して廊下の壁にぶつかった。彼女は急いで、彼女の後ろのドアを閉ざすのをやめず、洗面台の上の鏡で彼女を見ることができました。1つの手を振って、彼女はトイレの蓋を持ち上げた。もう一方は彼女のスカートを持ち上げた。"はい！" 彼女は言いました。"やった！" しかし、彼女がパンティーのウエストバンドの下に彼女の親指をスライドさせて、それらを引っ張るように、突然のスケッチがあり、パンティーの股がたるんだ。彼女は凍った。彼女のパンティーの席には、黄褐色の染みが現れ始めた。下痢の魚臭が室内を満たした。タップをオフにして、私は壁のディスペンサーから数枚のペーパータオルをつまんで、私の手を乾燥させ始め、まだ鏡で彼女を見ていました。彼女の喉の中には、PAの上で遊んでいる柔らかい音楽を溺れさせて、不満を抱いていました。"ああ、いや！" 彼女は壁を蹴った。使用済みのペーパータオルを捨てて、ベンチからハンドバッグを持ち上げ、肩にストラップを掛けました。"それは公正ではない！私はそれを作ったばかりだ！私はとても近かった！"私は部屋に入り、彼女の肩に手を置いた。"落ち着かせる必要がある、甘い" 彼女はスタートを切って私に向き合った。「それはただの事故だった。"あなたは誰ですか？あなたはここで何をしていますか？あなたは何をしたいですか？" 「私の名前はジェニーで、助けが必要なように私には見える」瞬間、私は彼女が私に叫び声を出して、離れて行くようにと言いましたが、代わりに彼女は、「私はジョーイです。私はまったくズボンをくそっています。そして、彼女はそばを始めました。私は彼女が彼女の頭を私の肩に寄せるようにした。彼女はまだスカートを持っていて、おそらくそれが汚れないようにしていた。私は彼女の肩の長さの汚れたブロンドの髪を撫でた。"それは大丈夫になるだろう、それは誰にもある時点で起こる。私は、彼女はまったく不信感を持って顔を見上げた。私はうんざりした。"信じがたいですが、私は知っていますが、それは本当です。" 彼女は私の肩に頭をもうけた。しかし、すっかり消え去ってすぐに、私は彼女を引き離しました。"私は何をするつもりですか？" 彼女の胸が息をついたとき、彼女は胸を張った。"どうやって清掃するの？" 私は彼女を上下に見た。彼女のふわふわとした上半身の内側には軽い汚れがあり、床には数滴の汚れがあります。「障害者用の屋台に行きましょう。そこには余裕があり、そこにはシンクがあるかもしれません。私に従ってください。私は彼女のためにドアを開いた。"あなたは行くよ" 私は私たちの後ろにドアをロックした。「あなたはすぐに清掃してくれるでしょう。」"あなたはどんなサイズですか？" "ごめんなさい？" "パンティー。" "ああ、私は頭の上から知りません。" "振り向く。" 私は彼女のパンティーのウエストバンドの下に親指と人差し指をはさみ、私がそれを読むことができるようにラベルを引っ張った。"サイズ14、私と同じ、今日はあなたの幸運な日です。私はちょうどこれらを持っているので。私のハンドバッグを解くと、私は淡い青い綿のパンティーのペアを作りました。彼女の顔が明るくなった。「先ほど触れたように、私は過去にいくつかの悪い経験をしてきた。私は、パンティーを身体の不自由な柵に刺した。彼女は靴を蹴飛ばした。私は彼女がそれを汚すことなく彼女のスカートを脱ぐのを手伝って、それをレールの上にもぶら下げた。彼女のパンティーを取り除くことはより困難でした。糞はとても鼻水だったので、私はそれが床の上に広がってしまうのではないかと心配しました。"あなたの手をカップ、ジョディ。" 私は数枚のトイレットペーパーを剥がし、手の上に置いて保護層を形成した。"今、あなたの股の下にそれらを入れます。私はウエストバンドからプルダウンし、あなたはパップが落ちないようにガセットを保持します。彼女は指示通りにした。私の計画が働いた。床に漏れたことはありませんでしたが、汚れはさらに太ももの下に広がっていました。彼女は彼女のパンティーを踏んだ。私はトイレの蓋を持ち上げた（そして席も座っていた。彼女は彼女のパンティーの内容をボウルに空にし、私は洗い流した。彼女はパンツをタンポンのビンに入れて、ふたの上のサインを無視しました：
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"これをやってくれてありがとう、私を助けてくれてありがとう" 彼女は手のひらに手を伸ばして、大腿の内側を拭き取っていた。"本当にありがとう、私はあなたなしで迷子になるだろう" 「事故が起きたときに何度か私を助けてくれる人がいたらいいのに、助けてくれたときは、次に事故が起こったときに助けてくれるかもしれない。知っている。周りに何が起こるのか」"私はそう望む。あなたはそれに値する。"彼女はできる限りうまく彼女の膣を拭き取ったが、かなりの量の糞便が陰毛に残っていた。彼女は彼女の尻に彼女の努力を回した。彼女は拭き取り、拭き取り、トイレットペーパーのシートの後にシートを通り、指のいたる所にうずくまった。最後に、彼女はハッピーになった。「私がやっていることを見ることさえできない。これは永遠に続くだろう」"ここで、助けてあげよう" "何？何を手伝ってくれる？拭く？" 「もちろん、あなたはあなたがしていることを見ることができないし、私はここにいるので....」「ああ、いや、私はあなたに言い聞かせることができなかった。私はいくつかのトイレットペーパーを取り出した。"いい加減にして。" "まあ...大丈夫、ありがとう。"私が拭くにつれて、ガスは私の腸の中に蓄積されました。ジョディのおっぱいの悪臭で空気がすでに太っていたので、私は彼女が怒ったら気づかないだろうと思ったので、私はやった。しかし、それは私が予想していたよりも大きく、壁から響いて来ました。"ああ、私を容赦しないで！" ジョディーは何も言わなかった、回っていない、ちょうど立つために、曲がって、便座をつかんで手を続けた。私は紙が磨耗し始めていると不平を言うまで拭い続けた。この段階で私も指のいたる所にうずくまりがありました。「私の以前の事故から学んだトリックがある」私はトイレットペーパーの新鮮なシートを取り出し、洗面器に引き取り、タップの下でそれを走らせた。「紙を濡らすと柔らかくなり、頑丈な汚れを取り除くのに役立ちます。」私は拭き取りを再開した。「それはいい？」後で私は再び怒った。「ああ、こんにちは！濡れた茶色のトイレットペーパーの塊をトイレに投げ入れると、私は言った、「そこに行って、すてきで清潔になった。"ありがとう。" 彼女は空気を嗅ぐ。"Paaw！それは、臭い、Jenny！" 「うん、すみません」彼女は笑った。「濡れたトイレットペーパーの手技を正面で試してみたいかもしれない」と私は言った。"良いアイデア。" 彼女はタップの下でトイレットペーパーをいくつか動かした。"それを残すか、どうか、私の手を洗う必要がありますか？" "ああ、彼らは汚れている、それは私の混乱です。残念です。" "どういたしまして。" "あなたが知っていることは、もしあなたが他にすることがあれば、おそらく今は大丈夫だろう。「まあ、買い物をする必要があります。」私はタップをオフにして、ディスペンサーからペーパータオルを摘んで、それが空であることを知りました。私はスカートに手を拭きました。「私を助けてくれてありがとう、ありがとう。"いいえ、私は行くつもりです。" 「お会いできて、ジェニー、あなたは本当に人類に対する私の信念を取り戻しました。パンティーにも感謝しています。「これは大丈夫だよ。会ってよかったし、もう一度やり直すのは非常に長いことだと思う」「それは決して再び起こらないことを願っている」"ああ、そうだけど、次回はそれにどう対処するか知っているよ" 私はキュービクルのドアを開けた。「私は去っている」レディースの私の道のりで、私は彼女が行った最初のストールを通り過ぎて、床の上で糞を見ました。私はそれについてすべてを忘れていた。私は彼女にそれを掃除することを忘れないように呼びました。彼女はそう言った。レディースを抜けて、私はショッピングセンターに戻る廊下を取った。私は再び怒る必要があると感じ、押し込んだ。無音。しかし、私のお尻の頬の間には濡れが咲きました。私は死んだ。私のお尻を握りしめて、ガスのような液体の便を挟んだ。否定で私は私のスカートを手にして、私のパンティーの股に触れて、彼らが乾いていることを願っていました。彼らは乾燥していなければならなかった。私は予備のペアを譲った直後にパンティを食べることができませんでした。私もそのような不運を覚えることができませんでした。しかし、私の指が布に触れたとき、彼らは湿気を検出しました。しかし、私は指先の神経が私の脳に伝わっているという信号を信じることを拒んだ。私は事故を起こすことができなかった。それは不可能でした。装着心配で私はスカートの下から手を撤回し、それを目の高さまで上げた。彼らは私の指の茶色の汚れでしたか？私はそれらを一緒にこすった。スティッキー。私はそれらを嗅ぐ。臭い。"いいえ。" それは私が叫び声として出てくるように意図していましたが、それはポリ音節の鳴き声として出てきました。私は女性たちに逃げ出し、障害者用ストールのドアを叩きました。"ジョディー、ジョディ、まだそこにいますか？" "うん、何か間違ってる？" 「聞いて、私はあなたにこれをしたくないが、私はそれらのパンティーを取り戻す必要がある。私は事故を起こした。ドアの反対側で笑いが噴出した。"あなたは笑っています、あなたは恩知らずな雌犬ですか？" 笑い声は突然止まった。"見て、私は怒って申し訳ありませんが、私は真剣です私は私のズボンをプーさんして、それらのパンティーを戻す必要があります。"私は知らない。"いいえ、私は戦闘に行くことができません。私は自分の時代を過ごしています。"あなたはタンポンを着ていませんか？" 「まあ、もちろん、私はタンポンを着ていますが、今はそれほど気にならないので、私はそれを捨てなければならないでしょう。私はハンドバッグにパッドしか持っていません。「新しいペアを買ってもらえませんでしたか？」「私はあなたに同じ質問をすることができた、ジョディー。そして、私は自分の時代を過ごしている。パンティーを買い物に行くことをどのように提案するのか？私の股にパッドを持っていますか？そのような店に歩いて来て、「すみません、パンティーは何ですか？あなたが理解していない私はここでパンティーのないままにすることはできません私のボーイフレンドが知っている場合....私は何かを説明してみましょう私は彼がパンツなしで私を捕まえたとき、私が彼を騙していると思うと、彼は私を殺すだろう」と彼は言った。"じゃあ、「。私は彼が私はお金のために彼を依頼する必要があるだろう、私はお金を運ぶことはできませんすることはできません、その後、彼はそれがためだったかを知りたいでしょうそしてthen-。」わかりました「。私は絵を取得しますしかし、それは本当に私の問題ではありません。私はあなたよりもパンティーを必要とし、私はそれらなしでここに残っていません。再び、あなたがドアの下にそれらを渡すことができれば、"いいえ" 私は布の汗を聞いた。彼女が急いで服を着ているかのように聞こえました。"いいえ？申し訳ありません、ジョディー、それは間違った答えです。" 私の腹に乗って、私はストールのドアの下を這いました。今は完全に服を着て、ジョディは彼女の靴に滑っていた。"ここで何をしていますか、あなたは狂った雌犬？出て行け！"床の上から私は彼女のスカートを見ることができました。私が彼女に与えた淡い青い綿のパンティーの股を見ました。私は自分の手と膝の上に自分自身を押し上げ、彼女に這い上がって、パンティーのために彼女のスカートに着いた。彼女は便座に飛び乗って私を乗り越えてドアに向かった。パニックになって、ドアを押して引っ張ったが開けなかった。彼女はそれを解除するとは思わなかった。これにより私は足に着き、腕を包み込んで地面に投げる時間を取ることができました。そのひずみは、私のパンティーの中にガス状の液体のふたをもうけた。腹を立てて、彼女は彼女の腹に転がって、パーティションの下で隣のストールに入り込んだ。私はドアのロックを解除し、屋台に平行に走って、彼女が最初に入った屋台のパーティションの下から出てきたように、床に糞が入っているもの。静かに囁くと、彼女は彼女の足元に着いた。たわごとは彼女の上、彼女のスカート、彼女の足の前に塗りつぶされた。"道を外れる！" 彼女は叫んだ。私は脇に踏み出し、降伏するかのように空気を手に入れた。"ああ、私に触れないで！" 彼女が渡った後、私は彼女の後ろに来て、彼女のスカートに手を伸ばして、私のパンティーをつかんで、暴行した。ジョディはつまずいた。パンティーは私の手に届きませんでした。彼女は丸く回転し、彼女の顎は緩んでいる。パンティーはヒップの縫い目に沿って引き裂かれていた。"あなたが何をしたか見てください！" 私は、破れた辺を一緒に押しつけて、それらを引き離して一緒に押して、それらを引き離して、私が彼らに再び参加できるかのように言った。「今、私はボーイフレンドとどうやって顔を見合わせるのですか？パンティーのないままここを出なければならない場合は、そうしてください」破れたパンティーに吸収され、私はジョディーのアプローチに気付かず、彼女が私のスカートに達するのを感じなかった。しかし、私は私のパンティーに引っ張りを感じた、彼らは涙を聞いた。彼らは床にぶつかった。靴が私の靴の上に飛び散った。ジョディは逃げました。「ここに戻って来なさいよ、雌よ！このように私をここに残すことはできないよ！私があなたを手伝った後ではない！しかし、それは役に立たなかった。女性には良心がなかった。今私は何をしますか？慌てないでください、ジェニー; 思うよ！あなたがまずやるべきことは何ですか？床からこれらの汚いパンティーを入手してください。良い。その後？障害を持つ屋台に向かい、清掃してください。優れた！あなたはこれを乗り越えるでしょう。私はジョディーを手袋で取ったパンティーを使用して、私は床の上のペアを拾い、腕の長さでそれらを運んで、私の鼻がしわになり、障害のあるストールのタンポンビンに両方の台無しパンティーを処分した。それから私には気づいたことがあった。ジョディーのパンティー！あなたはジョディーのパンティーを使用することができます！彼らは汚れている、はい、しかし、そのままです。彼らが必要とするのは洗濯だけです。それらを釣って、私はシンクの中でそれらをすすぎ、そしてそれらを乾かす。私は障害者用のレールの上にそれらをドレープした。トイレに座って、私はうんざりして、濡れたトイレットペーパーで自分自身をきれいにしました。私はジョディーのパンティーを着た。まだ湿っていますが、彼らはうまく私の新鮮なパッドを支えました。そして、私は女性の部屋を残しました - フロアにまだまだ床に - 世界に直面して自信を持って。ジョディは、私が思うのは、彼女のボーイフレンドが再び不正行為をして叩かれたのが好きです。雌犬！ |
Wow, so I logged into my account for the first time in a while, and noticed just how long it's been since I posted a story here. I'm writing a novel at the moment and haven't had as much time to write other things. But I did find this story hiding in darker regions of my computer, so... any Star Trek fans here? Here's a little Jadzia Dax story I wrote:
Worf had been giving Jadzia a rather judgemental look since they left the replimat that morning. Usually Jadzia wouldn't mind the silent glare, but as the turbolift hummed around them, she found herself somewhat more... uncomfortable than she was used to.
"What is it this time?" she finally asked, trying not to let irritation seep into her voice. Her arms were crossed over her chest, an ever so slightly passive aggressive move to block her husband's view of the goods. She smirked as he let out that deep Worf sigh that meant he was truly annoyed by something.
"You should not have told Doctor Bashir about our-"
Worf didn't get to finish his complaint, because the turbolift jolted to a halt. They both stumbled, Jadzia falling bodily into her husband as he made a grab for the railing behind them.
"What was that?" she said, though she doubted Worf had any more answers than she did. He tapped his com badge as Jadzia righted herself.
"Worf to Chief O'Brien. Our turbolift-"
"-stopped working, yeah, I know," came the Chief's exasperated voice. "We've been having system failures all morning. I'll get to you in a bit."
"How long is 'a bit?'" Worf asked, an irritated growl coming from deep in his throat.
"You're not the only one trapped in a turbolift right now. And the transporters are down, so you'll be stuck for a while. Sorry."
Jadzia watched as her husband's nostrils flared, a rather mild signal of a much deeper struggle for emotional control. She wasn't sure if she was imagining the deep rumble in his chest, but she certainly found it endearing.
"Well..." she said before Worf could express his frustrations to a clearly overworked Chief O'Brien. "I can think of worse people to be stuck in a turbolift with than your wife."
"But-"
"I'm sure we'll find some way to entertain ourselves. Thanks Chief!" The com link cut off and Worf tilted his head just enough to regard his wife seriously.
"That was not funny."
"That's your opinion," she countered. She leaned back against the railing, settling in for what she assumed was going to be a long wait. Worf stood stiffly next to her, glancing around the turbolift as though looking for an escape.
"You know, the last person I was stuck in a turbolift with, was Julian," Jadzia said after a short silence. Worf frowned at her, but she saw just the barest spark of amusement in his eye. He was so tense all the time, Jadzia was sure the man would have given himself an aneurism if she hadn't come along and married him.
"I assume I have nothing to be worried about," he said.
"I dunno Worf. He'd just saved my life. That's enough to make any woman weak in the knees."
Worf snorted and Jadzia grinned at him. Her grin faded as she shifted her weight, settling more comfortably against the back railing. The change in position seemed to cause a change in Worf's attitude.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Jadzia's breath caught slightly. She didn't think she'd been that obvious, but Worf had always been a little too perceptive. "I'm fine," she said.
"You are uncomfortable."
She raised her eyebrows and looked at her husband incredulously. "I'm stuck in a turbolift with nowhere to sit down. Yes, Worf. I'm uncomfortable."
Worf nodded, and seemed to relax a little. It was about time.
"I also really have to pee."
She watched as Worf tensed up again. He frowned, his eyes darting to glance sidelong at her. "You should have gone before we left our quarters."
"I did. I also drink a lot of coffee. Or had you not noticed?"
Worf was silent, clearly contemplating something as Jadzia shifted her weight once again. She'd been planning on using a toilet once they'd made it to ops, though now she was regretting not stopping at the ones by the replimat. Worf was so dedicated to his work, she hadn't wanted to slow him down.
"Will you be able to wait?" he asked.
"That really depends on how long it takes to get us out of here."
Trills generally had fairly large bladders. It was one of very few of their internal organs that tended to be larger than most species, since for the most part they needed to have extra room on the inside for the symbionts. But symbionts were aquatic, which meant joined trills tended to need to drink a lot to stay healthy, and that typically made having a larger bladder evolutionarily advantageous. It also meant that Jadzia was currently holding in what must have been an incredible amount of liquid if the pressure she was experiencing was anything to go by.
They stood in silence for a while, Worf standing stiffly by his wife as Jadzia shifted her weight, occasionally crossing and uncrossing her legs. The pressure in her bladder steadily grew from bad to downright desperate as time wore on, and Jadzia was beginning to worry about how this was all going to end.
"Are you alright?" Worf asked again as Jadzia groaned in frustration. He'd been watching her with concern the whole time, entirely helpless to ease her discomfort.
"Fine," she said. She jiggled one leg urgently as she gripped the back railing. "Just very uncomfortable."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Not unless you secretly installed a toilet in the turbolift when I wasn't looking."
Jadzia had her legs crossed now. A wave of urgency assaulted her bladder and she clenched her thighs tight, her lips forming a thin, tense line. When the urge passed Jadzia took a deep breath, glanced sidelong at her husband, and was greeted with a worried scowl.
This was getting ridiculous. She tapped her com badge.
"Dax to O'Brien," she said, trying not to sound too desperate. It only took him a moment to respond, but to Jadzia it felt like an eternity.
"O'Brien here." His voice sounded almost as strained as hers did. She doubted he was having a particularly good time right now, but the Chief's state of mind was far from her biggest concern at the moment.
"Any idea how much longer it'll be?" she asked.
"In a rush to get somewhere, Commander?"
"You could say that."
She could hear the distant beeping as he fiddled with some control. Finally he answered. "I'd say it'll be another hour or so."
"That is too long," Worf said. There was menace in his voice and Jadzia could only imagine the look on O'Brien's face as he heard it. The poor man certainly didn't deserve the Klingon ire being directed at him.
"I'm sorry, but that's the best I can do."
"I think what Worf meant is, if you could move things a little faster, that'd be great," Jadzia said.
O'Brien sighed. "I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks Chief," Jadzia said with a strained smile. With the com line terminated, she turned a stern expression towards her husband. "There's no need to be so aggressive."
"You are my wife."
"I'm also a grown woman with eight lifetimes of experience. I can take care of myself."
His shoulders slumped. "I know. And I am sorry."
Jadzia nodded as she clenched her jaw. "That's better," she said.
"You are going to have to wait for an hour," Worf stated.
"I heard."
They lapsed into silence once again, the only sound coming from Jadzia's uniform as she shifted around, rubbing her legs together and occasionally bouncing in place. She felt relatively proud of herself for holding it so long, given how desperately she needed to pee. It felt like she had somewhere near two liters of urine pent up inside her and she had so far kept all of it from escaping. At least that had been the case up until twenty minutes after her chat with the Chief.
At first she felt the usual wave of urgency that told her the current level of muscle control wasn't going to cut it for the next little bit. She clenched hard, bending over at the waist with her legs crossed almost painfully. It was just like every other wave that had passed, only this time she felt a small burst of warmth at her groin.
"Shit!" She groaned, hunching over even more as another burst of warmth spread into her underwear. She could hold it, she knew it! She clenched even tighter, her knuckles turning white where they gripped the railing as her entire body attempted to compensate for the muscle failure. Once more, wetness bloomed between her legs before the wave settled down somewhat. She couldn't relax, but she could think again.
She glanced down at her pants reflexively, though the uniform being black meant that there wasn't much to see. Her thighs didn't feel wet, so she knew it wasn't that bad, but it certainly felt like a catastrophic failure on her part. 300 year old trills did not wet themselves.
"Jadzia..."
"I know," she said through clenched teeth. There was no hiding what had happened from Worf. As her husband he was... attuned to her scent. "It won't happen again."
"I do not think that is something you can promise."
She groaned and let the side of her head rest against the turbolift wall. As though sensing her hopelessness, Worf wrapped his arms around her in a manner that was much gentler than she was used to. He clearly didn't want to cause her any worse discomfort by adding unneeded pressure to her bladder. She rested her head on his shoulder, too tense to properly relax, but capable of admitting that the whole ordeal was causing her physical exhaustion.
"I just want to pee," she mumbled into his shirt.
When another wave of desperation hit, she only managed to stay upright by grabbing onto Worf's arm and hanging on for dear life. This time she managed to clench enough that nothing leaked out, but it didn't make her feel any better. Worf rubbed her tight back muscles as she rode through the desperation.
She stayed in his arms for the next half hour or so. If it weren't for their physical contact, Jadzia wasn't sure she would have had the strength to hold it all in. As it was she had started to leak occasionally, tensing up as spurts of urine soaked into pants that were getting progressively wetter. She wished the small accidents would at least give her some relief, but her bladder was far too full for her to notice any difference.
She could feel the wetness on the inside of her thighs and was doing her best not to get any on Worf. She was sure he wouldn't hold her accountable, but it was a matter of principle. She couldn't pee on her husband... well, not without his permission first.
"I'm quitting coffee," she said finally.
"I find that unlikely."
"I mean it. The next time to see me ordering a raktajino, I want you to slap it out of my hand." Worf's arms shifted as he gripped her tighter in an attempt at comfort.
"I do not know a Klingon brave enough to attempt such a thing."
Jadzia would have laughed if she weren't afraid it would cause her to lose all control and soak everything from the waist down. She wanted nothing more than for it to be okay for her to pee right then and there. If her tortured bladder could just let loose everything that was built up inside, she was sure the ensuing flood would fill the turbolift and drown her and her husband.
Instead she groaned, tensing absolutely every muscle in her body as her bladder made every effort to make her wish come true. She felt another trickle of liquid make its way into the already saturated crotch of her pants.
The wave wasn't passing, however, and Jadzia felt panic as the slight trickle continued to escape. She tried to twist her legs even more, almost twisting out of Worf's grip in the process. She groaned even louder. "I can't..."
"O'Brien to Worf."
Jadzia quickly shut her mouth. There was a hushed silence as Worf watched her fight for control, but no matter what she did, she was still peeing, if only slightly.
"Go ahead," Worf said, answering the call.
"I haven't got the turbolifts running yet-" Jadzia wanted to cry, but wisely kept quiet. "-but I've got the transporters working. I've been transporting people out. Are you two ready?"
Worf glanced at Jadzia who was trying to get herself upright without starting a flood. She clenched urgently against the gentle trickle that was still making its way out of her and, by some miracle, managed to stem the flow. She was shaking, but at least she wasn't peeing. She nodded at Worf, who nodded back.
"We are ready."
Jadzia wasn't sure how she was going to handle the next bit. There was no way she would be able to take even one step without peeing torrentially, so how she was going to make it through ops and to the toilets, she wasn't sure. Not to mention the glistening wetness to her pants that would certainly be noticeable to anyone who bothered to look.
She swallowed nervously as the tubolift faded away around her.
The room that faded into view after, however, was not ops. Jadzia almost cried with joy. Bless Miles, he'd transported them to their quarters! Clearly the man had picked up on their situation.
Her joy faded when she realised that she still wasn't going to be able to get to the bathroom without incident.
"Jadzia..."
She was shaking. Somehow she managed to not start peeing the moment they had rematerialised, but it didn't change the fact that whatever her next move was, it was going to result in a very wet lower half.
"Worf, I can't move."
Worf regarded her carefully. However, where only a moment ago there had been worry, now there was something else in his expression. He reached up and ran a finger over the spots at her temple.
"That is fine."
"What-"
But Jadzia didn't get to finish asking her question, because Worf had looped one arm down and scooped her up by the knees. She screeched in shock as the sudden movement caused her to lose all control and a massive stream of urine burst out of her. Worf was now carrying her bridal style, not towards the bathroom, but towards their bedroom.
"Worf, I'm peeing!"
"That is also fine."
Then it occurred to her. For over an hour now, Worf had been trapped in a turbolift with her and... her musk. What the poor man must have been feeling at the scent of his wife in such a desperate state, at the scent of what she had been doing.
As he carried her into the bedroom Jadzia had made some attempt to try and stem the flow, but it was only half-hearted. Worf clearly didn't care that she was peeing, and if Worf didn't care where she peed... Jadzia really didn't care where she peed.
He threw her on the bed as she moaned in relief. Liquid gushed out of her with a muffled hiss, spluttering through her pants and into the furs she had been thrown onto. Worf buried his face in her neck, his teeth nipping urgently at her pulse. Jadzia squirmed under him, her body only aware of the pure carnal relief she felt as her bladder expelled a massive ocean beneath her.
The furs were quickly becoming waterlogged as Worf began to undo her pants, and still Jadzia was peeing with force. If the fate of the station depended on her stopping at this moment, Jadzia would have happily let everyone die, just so that she could finish expelling every last torturous drop of urine that had been plaguing her. Her husband's hand made its way into her undone pants, temporarily adding extra pressure to her sore bladder. She groaned, and even though she didn't think it was possible, her stream intensified and gushed forcefully into the pool underneath her.
Then she felt his fingers, and they were getting in the way. Though, she thought, not in a bad way. She'd expelled so much by now that her bladder was finally starting to feel good again, and the pleasure of his fingers mixed with the pure ecstasy of her relief caused her hips to thrust upwards with urgency. She was still peeing as he slipped them inside of her and hooked them in such a way that she couldn't hold back any more. If she thought peeing had felt good before, what she was feeling now was pure heaven. She cried out, her muscles tensing and her hips thrusting uncontrollably against his hand.
As her orgasm died down, Jadzia sagged with relief, sinking into furs that were now soaked in her urine as she allowed her bladder to finish emptying. Worf's unusually gentle fingers made their way out of her pants as her stream tapered into a trickle and eventually stopped completely. Jadzia hadn't even realised she had closed her eyes until she opened them and gazed into her husband's face. His body was pressed up against hers, and he was very nearly as soaked as she was.
"Well that was something," she said, her voice quiet and breathless.
"Mmmm..."
"Shame about the bed."
"The bed can be cleaned." Worf's voice was low, and very obviously still filled with lust. He'd taken care of his wife, but Worf's needs had yet to be addressed. Jadzia smiled mischievously at him.
"Well, we're still technically on duty, so... I suppose I should get myself cleaned up before we go back to work." She made a frail attempt to roll out from underneath him, her body squelching in the wet furs, but Worf had her quite effectively trapped.
"We are not done," he said.
She chuckled as his lips descended towards hers. "No, I suppose not."
The End.
The forums have a changed a bit since the last time I posted something, so hopefully it worked out okay. I might be tempted to write some more in my spare time as well, so we'll see how things go. It could be good to take a break from my project on occasion. |
Note: The students in this story are at the end of their senior year of high school. They have all turned 18.
All libraries are quiet. But today the library at Darlingdale Senior High School is especially quiet as the calculus students sit their university entrance exam. The long desks in front of the reception at which students normally sit to study have been cleared away and replaced with classroom desks spaced evenly apart. In the front row a young woman wearing the uniform plaid skirt and blue blazer is squirming in her chair. She raises her hand.
Mrs Hope, the calculus teacher, rises from her seat behind the reception desk and approaches the girl. "What's wrong?" she whispers.
"Can I please go to the toilet?"
She crouches so that her head is level with the young woman's. "No. You were told before the exam that bathroom breaks wouldn't be allowed. You'll have to hold it."
"Okay. I'm sorry."
Mrs Hope returns to her seat.
The young woman turns her attention back to the exam, but it soon wanders back to her full bladder. She looks up at the wall clock. Only twenty minutes into the exam. Two hours and forty minutes to go.
She silently curses herself for drinking so much coffee this morning. But she needed the coffee to wake herself up. She didn't sleep at all last night, because she was so nervous about today's exam. Her entire future is riding on it.
She silently chides herself for letting her thoughts wander. She resolves to get a good score on this test ― good enough to get her into the university of her choice, into the courses of her choice. Into the career of her choice. She refocuses on the exam, writing faster to make up for the lost time.
She doesn't realise it, but she oozes desperation. She is sitting with her legs tightly crossed, biting her lower lip. Her foot is tapping on the carpeted floor. Her plastic chair creaks as she rocks back and forth. It's not long before she loses concentration again.
Over the next few minutes she comes to realise that she's not going to get a good score on this test if she doesn't empty her bladder soon. It's too much of a distraction. She plucks up the courage to raise her hand again.
Mrs Hope comes over. "What is it this time?"
"I know you said no before, and please don't be angry with me, but I need to go to the loo. Can you please make an exception in my case? Please?"
"No, I can't, I'm sorry. I'm bound by school policy. There's nothing I can do, I'm afraid. You should've gone before the exam." She shrugs her shoulders and returns to her desk.
Bitch! the young woman thinks but doesn't say. She didn't go before the exam, because her car had trouble starting this morning and she only pulled into the school parking lot two minutes before commencement.
She sighs. She now knows she's not going to get the score she was hoping for. She will have to be content with a pass. That is her new goal. And she sets about achieving it. Her brows furrow in concentration as she reads the questions and writes down the answers.
Yet not twenty minutes later ― twenty minutes of crossing and uncrossing her legs, of blowing through puckered lips, of pressing her hand to her crotch, of shifting her position on her chair ― she raises her hand again.
Mrs Hope comes over again, visibly annoyed. "Yes?"
"Look, I have to go to the toilet. What happens if I just walk out and go?"
"Then you will automatically fail."
"Fail? Can't I arrange to take the test at some other time or something?"
"No, you can't. I suggest you get back to work and stop distracting those around you with these interruptions. Uh! I don't want to hear any more from you!"
"But Mrs Hope, I will fail the test anyway if I can't go."
She is already walking away and doesn't respond.
The young woman doesn't know what to do. She doesn't think she can hang on till the end of the exam, but even if she can, she doesn't think she'll pass, not with her bladder distracting her like this. One thing she does know is that she cannot fail this exam. She may or may not be able to hang on till the end, but if she walks out on this exam, she will definitely fail. And so she stays.
She continues with her exam as best she can, though she frequently has to stop writing to concentrate on holding her bladder; continues for forty minutes.
Then a tear runs down the young woman's cheek. A stream of pee hits her chair with a sound reminiscent of tap water running into a bucket. Owing to the quiet environment, everyone in the library can hear it. The stream continues for over a minute. During this time the young woman, in denial, keeps writing.
But when the snickers start among those sitting near her, the reality of what she's done hits her. She runs out of the library, ignoring the increasing laughter, runs to her car, and drives home, not caring that she will fail her exam and not be able to go to university.
When she arrives home, her mother, having heard the car pull up, stops her housecleaning and runs to meet her at the front door. "You're back early. How did it go?" She sees she is crying. "Are you all right, darling? What happened?"
"Mum, I wet my pants! In class. I didn't finish my exam; I'm sorry!"
"What? So what happens now? Do you take it another time?"
"No, Mum. I automatically fail. I won't be able to get into uni." She cries harder.
"Oh. And I suppose you now expect us to pay for you to repeat your senior year. Well, I can assure you that won't be happening. We gave you your chance, you blew it. Live with the consequences!"
The young woman has stopped crying. She looks at her mother with an expression of growing bewilderment.
"And another thing: if you want me to let you into this house, you're going to have to march straight to the place that used to be your naughty corner when you were little and sit there with your panties over your head until they dry out. If you're going to behave like a child, I'll treat you like one!"
Speechless, the young woman hesitates only a moment before taking off her panties and pulling them over head. They are white and the material is see-through where it is wet. She positions them so that she can see through the leg openings. The centre of the wet patch is right under her nostrils. |
Myrna stood before the town council, hands tied behind her back. A throng had gathered in the market square to watch the trial.
"Myrna Skitts," said Mayor Brundle, "you stand accused of panty theft." His mouth twisted in disgust. Murmurs of disapproval rippled through the crowd. "Do you deny the charge?"
Myrna shrugged. "I guess not." She wore a blouse that had once been white but now was beige, and a patched brown skirt with a frayed hem.
Mayor Brundle turned to his fellow councillors, seated either side of him at the long wooden table. They seemed contemptuous of this barefoot, dirty-faced woman with long, unkempt hair. Some gave him a doubtful look.
"Miss Skitts, this is not the first time you've appeared before us. In the past we have dealt leniently with you. Not so today." He rose and addressed the crowd. "What would you have me do with this... this lesbian panty thief?"
"Burn her at the stake!" shouted one man, and the crowd took up the chant: "Burn her! Burn her!"
The mayor raised his hands, hushing the crowd. "Well, Miss Skitts, you hear what the masses want. Ordinarily I would be inclined to indulge them. But we live in dark times." He resumed his seat. "Hiphthasa the Enchantress grows in power, oppressing every kingdom west of the Gorlush Desert. Just last month we received word that our own Queen has relinquished her throne to the witch. Have you heard of the Panties of Dominion?"
She shook her head.
"The Panties were woven on Hiphthasa's magic loom. Whenever she wears them, she has power over the bodily functions of every woman in sight, to contain their urine or faeces or to expel it against their will. She uses the Panties to threaten and humiliate and manipulate the rulers of the world. Many a queen has brought low by public loss of continence. And they have a strange power over men too. For all she has to do is flash her Panties at a man and in his arousal his penis will become so engorged with blood that it will burst open and he will bleed to death.
"Clearly the Panties must be taken from Hiphthasa. And so we come to your plight, Miss Skitts. We would like to offer you an alternative. You are a panty thief. We want you to steal the Panties from Hiphthasa—and destroy them; don't keep them for yourself, you pervert. Do this and you will keep your life." He paused. "Will you accept this mission?"
"Well, I guess so. What choice do I have?" Pausing, she asked, "But where will I find her?"
"Word is that she lives far to the south, but she travels a lot, for she must be within sight of her intended victim for the Panties to work. That is all I can tell you. You will have to find her yourself."
She nodded thoughtfully.
The mayor's face became grave. "Myrna Skitts, I hereby banish you from Holston until such time as you have completed your mission to steal the Panties of Dominion from Hiphthasa the Enchantress. Iggart! Brolst!" Two toughs came forward from the crowd. "Set this woman outside the South Gate and send her on her way."
Grabbing an arm each, they dragged Myrna through town. When they reached the South Gate, Iggart cut her bonds and gave her a shove. "Go on! Off you go!"
And so Myrna began her journey, taking to the dirt road before her. Iggart and Bolst watched until she had disappeared beyond the horizon. The sky was clear on this midwinter morning. The cold ground numbed Myrna's bare feet. She had the road to herself. Holston was behind her, and to her left and to her right and ahead was nothing but farmland.
Naturally Myrna was worried about how she would survive. She had no food, no money, no idea where she was going. Her feet were already beginning to bleed. But she could only go on. Going back meant death.
The sun continued its ascent. The ground warmed and sensation returned to her feet, bringing pain, slowing her down. Myrna was hungry and thirsty and the tiredest she had ever been in her life.
Suddenly she heard someone calling. She turned round and saw a figure running up the road towards her. As the figure drew nearer, she could see that it was a woman, holding her skirt up so that she wouldn't trip.
"Wait!" the woman cried. "Wait up!"
Myrna took a seat on a boulder by the roadside so that the stranger could catch up. She was glad of the rest.
When the stranger reached her, she stopped abruptly and doubled over, hands on her knees. Taking a few deep, steadying breaths, she asked, "Are Myrna? Myrna Skitts?"
"Yes, I'm Myrna."
"You don't know me," she said, forcing herself to stand upright. "But I stood trial before the Holston Council this morning just after you." She gasped for air. "I had to answer for peeping. The mayor wanted to put out my eyes, but one of the councillors persuaded him that I should join you, be your eyes, since I was so good at spying. Will you have me?"
"What's your name?"
"Elsteen."
"Elsteen. What a pretty name. I would be glad to have your company."
Elsteen smiled. She was about the same age as as Myrna, with bright blue eyes, milky white skin and raven hair.
"Your poor feet!" said Elsteen. "Here. Wear my shoes for a while. We can take turns wearing them."
Myrna tried them on. They fit perfectly. "Thanks."
"The first thing we must do," said Elsteen, "is find water. We won't last long without it."
"Where will we find water?"
"There are cattle grazing in the field behind you." Myrna turned round. "Livestock must drink. There must be a water source somewhere in that field."
That sounded logical to Myrna. The two young women climbed over the low wooden fence and took to the field. The grass was soft beneath their feet. The only challenge they faced was avoiding stepping in cow dung.
"So," said Myrna, "you were charged with peeping?
"I was caught spying on my neighbour while she was taking a piss in her chamber pot."
"Oh." Myrna cast a sideways glance at her companion. She did have a nice plump rump and perky bosom. Myrna tried to imagine what kind of panties she might be wearing. Perhaps high-cut cotton briefs with floral print on a white background.
"Are you all right?" Elsteen asked.
Blushing, Myrna looked away. "Sorry! I didn't realize I was staring."
They soon crested a rise. On the other side was a dam ringed by drinking cattle.
"Well, that was easy," said Elsteen.
The cattle ran away as the women approached. Getting on their knees in the mud, they drank their fill of the murky water.
They returned to the road and set out again refreshed.
"So," said Elsteen, "what's your plan?"
"I don't really have one. I was told Hiphthasa lives to the south, and this road seems to be taking us in that direction. But apparently she travels around a lot, so she could be anywhere. But I guess if we keep following this road, we'll eventually come to a town where we can ask for directions."
"I hope you don't mind my asking, but are you married?"
"No. Still a maiden."
"And how old are you?"
"Twenty-six."
"Why have you never married?"
"I just never found the right... person."
"I'm not married either. I don't like men."
The sun continued its ascent. The women felt its bite as their skin burnt.
"We're going to have to find water again soon," said Myrna.
"What we really need is something to carry it in, a skin or something."
"Hey! What's that over there?" She pointed to a low hill some distance ahead on the left. "The trees all seem to be growing in straight lines. I think it's an orchard. Maybe we can find some fruit."
"We can have a look, but it's winter, remember. There's not much in season."
They took the shortest route, leaving the road and cutting across a fallow field. They followed a windbreak to shield them from view of a nearby farmhouse. At last they came to the foot of the hill.
"We're in luck," said Myrna. "Oranges."
They made sure they were well concealed among the trees before they began eating. The oranges not only assuaged their hunger but also temporarily quenched their thirst.
"I've got an idea," said Elsteen, throwing away some orange peel and wiping juice from her chin. If we climb to the top of this hill, we should have a good view of our surroundings. Maybe we will see a village or something."
Elsteen was wrong. When they got to the top, the trees blocked their view. So Myrna climbed one, getting scratched by the thorns of a sucker as she went. From the top of the tree, she did have a good view of the surrounding countryside.
"There's nothing much too see," she called down. "There are no nearby villages. Just more farms. Although it looks like a nearby farmhouse does have a well. Maybe we can ask them for water." She climbed back down. "Shall we head that way, then?"
"Sure."
They took as many oranges as they could carry and made their way downhill. When they reached the edge of the orchard, Elsteen grabbed Myrna's arm. "Wait! I've just had an idea. That farm had a well, presumably with a bucket to draw water, right?"
"Well, I couldn't see a bucket; it was too far away. But I suppose so."
"And we need something for carrying water."
"What are you suggesting?"
"We get as near the farm as possible without being seen and check it out. If it has a bucket or anything else worth stealing, we come back here to the orchard to hide till nightfall and then take what we need."
"That actually seems like a good idea."
They crossed another grassy field then ducked behind a low stone wall. Elsteen raised her head just enough to see over the top. There was indeed a bucket beside the stone rim of the well, attached to a length of rope.
"There are also clothes hanging out to dry. Maybe we can make something useful from them. Wrappings for your feet, or headscarves to stop us getting sunburnt. Or maybe a pouch for carrying oranges. And there's a toolshed as well on the other side of the yard. Maybe we can find a knife or something."
They returned to the cover of the orchard. Myrna pulled down her panties and squatted, releasing an audible torrent of urine. "I probably should have asked you earlier, Elsteen, but how much did the council tell you about my mission?"
"Just that you had to steal the Panties of Dominion from Hiphthasa the Enchantress."
"Had you ever heard of them before?"
"The Panties? No. But they sound like an instrument of worst kind of evil."
Queen Tentril of Gisturia lay quivering before a tall figure in a black robe whose face was hidden under the cowl of a hood. The stone floor of the dungeon was cold beneath her. She had been held here for three days, since her abduction from the palace, and in all that time she had not urinated. The figure towering over her wouldn't let her.
"Please," said the Queen, sobbing. "Why are you doing this?" "You know why. All you have to do is swear fealty to me and then you can return to your kingdom as my vassal."
"No. I will never do that. I can't."
"I think it's time for another drink."
"No! Please!"
"Guard!"
Keys rattled. The lock clicked. The door opened. In came a large man carrying a water skin.
"No!"
The guard pinched her nose and made her drink. When he took the skin away, the Queen coughed, gasping for air, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her now-dirty silk dress.
Minutes passed in silence. The Queen could feel her captor's eyes on her even though she couldn't see them. She felt another pang from her bladder. She grabbed her crotch.
"Please! Let me go! You could make me piss myself right now if you wanted."
"You know what you have to do."
She pushed herself up into a squatting position and strained. Nothing came out. "Please! I have to go right now. Something's wrong, I can feel it."
No response.
The Queen screamed, grabbing her abdomen, curling up on the floor. She gave her captor one last pleading look before her eyes glazed over.
Her bladder had burst.
The sun had set and a full moon had risen. It was getting cold. Myrna rubbed her arms to keep warm.
"The lights have gone out," said Elsteen from the top of the orange tree. "Let's go." She climbed down.
They descended the hill and crossed the field, dewy grass soaking the hems of their skirts. Scaling the low stone wall, they tiptoed across the farmyard. Elsteen drew water from the well and set the bucket on the ground. She tried to untie the knot on the handle.
"See if you can find something in the toolshed," she whispered to Myrna.
Elsteen watched the farmhouse. Myrna retuned with a pair of shears.
"Was that all you could find?"
"It was the best I could do. It's dark in there."
Taking the shears, Elsteen cut the rope. "They've taken the clothes inside. I don't think there's anything else worth stealing."
"On my way to the shed, I saw a pair of boots sitting outside the front door."
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
Myrna tiptoed over to the farmhouse, up the wooden steps and across the verandah, floorboards creaking beneath her weight. She picked up the boots.
Someone inside the house coughed.
Myrna sprinted down the steps and across the yard. Elsteen reached the wall before her, sloshing water as she climbed over. The farmhouse door opened. Without looking back, the young women raced across the field back to the orchard, where they flopped on the ground laughing.
There was hardly any water left in the bucket, but they shared what was left. Myrna tried on the boots. They were oversized and uncomfortable without stockings yet serviceable. In her haste Elsteen had left the shears behind.
"We should try to get some sleep," Myrna said, lying down on the dew-sodden grass. Elsteen settled herself down a few feet away.
The clear night grew colder. Frost set in. The women got no sleep. Myrna crawled over to Elsteen and put her arms round her.
"We need to keep warm."
Elsteen rolled over and snuggled up to Myrna. Their legs interlocked. They lay like that, sleepless, shivering, till the eastern sky grew grey.
"Time to get up," Myrna announced. "I guess it's oranges for breakfast."
While Myrna picked fruit, Elsteen squatted for a pee, panties round her ankles. Myrna smiled. White cotton, high-cut, with rose prints.
They returned to the road, carrying the bucket, filled with oranges, between them. Myrna slid her hand along the handle so that it was up against Elsteen's. She didn't seem to mind. The sun rose. Their clothes and hair, wet from lying in the dew, began to dry.
About midmorning a horse-drawn hay cart pulled up alongside them. "Would you ladies like a ride?" the driver asked.
"That'd be much appreciated," said Myrna.
"Where are you ladies going?"
"To the next town."
"Frieth? I'm not going that far, but I'll take you a good bit of the way there. Hop on the back."
The bails of hay were piled so high that they couldn't see the driver from where they sat with their legs dangling over the edge of the cart, their feet just inches above the dirt road. They ate oranges and giggled whenever Elsteen farted, which she did with increasing frequency as the morning wore on. Elsteen should have taken her excessive wind as a warning, but she didn't even heed the warning her gut gave her when it started gurgling.
"Ooh!" she said, "I'm hungry for some real food."
Then the urge hit her and she grabbed Myrna's arm. "How far do you think we have to go?"
Myrna detected panic in her voice. "I don't know. What's wrong?"
"I have to poop." She let go of her arm. "I think I ate too many oranges. Or maybe it was that dam water we drank yesterday." She started swinging her legs. "Maybe we should ask the driver to pull over." She massaged her tummy.
"If we get him to drop us off early, we'll have further to walk. We don't know when an opportunity like this may come along again. Try to hold it."
Grunting, she doubled over. She took a few deep breaths then sat upright again, her eyes watery. Myrna giggled. Sweat beaded on Elsteen's brow and she clenched her fists, grunting in frustration, sending Myrna into a fit of laughter.
Regaining composure, Myrna blew a raspberry. "Too late!"
"Don't even joke about it!" She pushed herself up so that she was squatting on the bed of the cart.
"What are you doing? You'll make it come out."
"I can't sit still." She started bobbing up and down.
Myrna succumbed to a fit of unvocalized laughter. Tears ran down her cheeks. "I just wet myself!" she squealed. She had dribbled in her panties.
Elsteen clamped a hand over her mouth and muttered something Myrna didn't catch and then, more clearly: "I'm pooping. I'm pooping my pants."
Falling over on her side, Myrna struggled to breathe. She lost control of her bladder, wetting her skirt.
Elsteen clenched her fists. "I can't... I can't stop it!"
Her laughter subsiding, Myrna pushed herself up. Wiping tears from her eyes, she grabbed the hem of Elsteen's skirt and lifted it up so that she could see her panties. The gusset was stained brown.
"You just shit your pants!"
"It's not funny! I warned you!"
"You're so cute!"
A serious expression came over Myrna's face. She leant forward, putting her head between Elsteen's legs, and began licking her pussy through the shit-stained gusset of her white cotton, rose-print, high-cut panties. She got shit in her mouth but she didn't care.
Elsteen pushed her away. "I might poop in your face. I still need to go a bit."
"I don't care." She resumed licking the bean.
Elsteen surrendered, leaning back against the hay, moaning. Another cramp hit and she unashamedly pooped a little more. Myrna didn't skip a beat. She kept licking, faster and faster. Elsteen grabbed fistfuls of hay, squeezing as she vocalized her climax, oblivious to the driver or any traffic on the road.
Satisfied, she leant back against the hay, eyes closed, biting her lower lip. Myrna raised her head. Shit was smeared round her mouth. Her teeth and even the tip of her nose were brown. She knelt there for several moments looking longingly at Elsteen.
Finally Elsteen opened her eyes. "Right. Your turn."
"But I've peed my pants!"
"I don't care." She stuck her head up Myrna's skirt and licked her silly through through the fabric of her plain white cotton panties. She enjoyed the pee flavour. And Myrna enjoyed the best orgasm of her life.
After the women had had a chance to recover, Elsteen stood up on the bed of the cart and, supporting herself against the hay, pulled down her panties. Stepping out of them, she threw them onto the road. She grabbed a fistful of hay and, while Myrna held up her skirt, wiped herself clean.
"I'll steal you a new pair of panties when I get the chance," Myrna promised.
Elsteen grabbed some fresh hay and wiped Myrna's mouth. They spent the rest of the hayride sitting on the edge of the cart, holding hands, kissing, both immensely grateful that fate had seen fit to unite them on this journey. |
"We're in trouble," said Myrna. Her blonde hair had been bleached white by many days in the sun. Her sunburnt skin was peeling. Her lips were cracked. She trudged along the dirt road in men's boots that were too big for her and giving her blisters. In one hand she carried an empty bucket which had contained water. She and Elsteen had had nothing to drink since the previous morning. They hadn't eaten for three days. "We can't keep going like this. We'll make ourselves sick."
"What we really need is money," said Elsteen. Her once-plump rump was looking a little emaciated for Myrna's taste. "Then we could buy provisions instead of relying on what we find on the road."
"How are we going to get money?"
Elsteen didn't answer as they crossed a stone bridge and entered the town of Corse's Brook. This was the fourth town they had entered since leaving Holston. At Frieth, the first town, the women had asked a man in the street whether he knew where Hiphthasa the Enchantress was.
"Ah," he had said. "Are you groupies?"
"Sorry?" Myrna had said.
"You know. Groupies. The Enchantress has a multitude of men—and women—admirers who try to follow her on the road."
"I guess we are."
"Well, all I can tell you is she lives far south. She travels around a lot but she always returns to her castle in the south. That'd be the most reliable way to find her, I reckon."
The women had thanked him for his help.
"I hadn't heard of these groupies before," Myrna had told Elsteen. "That might be one way we can get close to the Enchantress."
They had asked the same question in every town since Frieth and got much the same answer every time. Corse's Brook was a small town: a cluster of stone houses built round a cobbled market square bustling with activity. Hawker's pushing barrows cried their wares. The women wove their way through the crowd.
"Shall we stop here," said Myrna, "or keep going and hope we reach the next town before dark?"
"I can't go on anymore. Let's stop here for the night."
Myrna looked round furtively. She lightly held her breath, the corners of her mouth tightening briefly. This, Elsteen knew, was Myrna's tell for farting.
"Great!" She threw her hands in the air. "I sharted!" She was oblivious to the looks she drew from passersby.
"Haha! Good! Now you'll finally have to change those panties." Myrna was wearing the same panties she'd pissed on the hayride. Myrna had kept her promise to steal Elsteen a new pair of panties to replace the ones she'd shit, but Elsteen couldn't understand why she hadn't also stolen herself a fresh pair. Elsteen was fond of the smell of fresh piss but couldn't abide stale piss. Myrna's panties had grown stale.
"I don't know why you've turned into such a fucken bitch these last few days!"
"Because I've been travelling with a total cunt!"
"Well I didn't treat you like this when you shit your pants!"
Elsteen sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm tired and hungry and... I'm sorry."
Myrna started to cry. Elsteen put her arm round her. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up." She led her down an alley.
A man followed them. This man was followed a moment later by another and then another and yet another. Halfway down the alley, Myrna spun round and screamed, "Fuck off, perverts!"
"Wait!" said Elsteen, grabbing Myrna's arm but looking at the four men. "If you want to watch, you have to pay. One copper each."
The men looked at each other, then at Elsteen, then at Myrna. They seemed to give it some thought and then each man pulled out his purse and tossed Elsteen a copper coin.
"All right, then. I guess here's as good a place as any." She and Myrna were alone in the alley with the four men and could not be seen from the streets at either end.
Myrna lifted her skirt, revealing white cotton panties with a yellow stain in the front and a brown streak down the back. Putting her thumbs behind the waistband, she let her panties fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. She popped a squat, Elsteen holding her skirt high for her so that the men might have a better view. One man came round to watch from the front but the other three preferred to watch from behind. Myrna released a squirt of watery diarrhea. She paused, taking a few deep breaths, before releasing two smaller squirts mixed with gas. Sighing with relief, she got up and took a bow. The men applauded.
They were just about to walk away when Elsteen called, "Wait!" She picked Myrna's panties up off the ground, dusting them off. "What am I bid for this beautiful pair of used panties with the scent of their owner still fresh on them?" She sniffed the crotch. "Mmmm!" The shit had freshened them up a bit. "Shall we start the bidding at two coppers? Do I hear two coppers?"
"Two coppers," said one man.
"Three coppers," said another.
"Three coppers! Do I hear four?"
"Four," said the first man.
"Four!"
"Six," said the second.
"Six coppers! Do I hear more?"
The first man emptied his purse into his palm and counted what was there. "Eight coppers."
"Eight coppers! Do I hear nine?"
One of the other men spoke up. "One silver piece."
"One silver piece! Will anyone top that?" The man who had emptied his purse walked away. "Going once! Going twice! Going three times! Sold to the gentleman for one silver piece!" Elsteen gave him the panties. "Thank you very much, sir." She pocketed the coin.
When all the men had gone, the two women and jumped up and down, arms linked, squealing.
"How easy was that?" said Elsteen.
"You were amazing!"
"No sleeping out in the open tonight! We're staying at the inn!"
The inn was on the other side of the market square. As they approached, Elsteen noticed the sign swinging above the door. "Hey, Myrna, look at that!"
"The Enchantress' Panties."
"Cheeky name for an inn."
They stopped beneath the sign. Beside the name was a picture of white bikini briefs printed with runes and magic symbols.
"I wonder if that's what they really look like," said Elsteen.
"I suppose we'll find out one day."
That night they ate dinner in the common room of the inn, their first hot meal since leaving Holston. Myrna disappeared for a few hours, returning to their room with six pairs of panties.
"Why do you need so many?" Elsteen asked.
"One for me," said said, putting on a pair of pale blue panties. "And the rest... you'll see."
They shared the room's only bed. Too tired for sex, they simply cuddled up and surrendered to sleep. It rained overnight, but for the first time since they began their journey, they were sheltered from the elements. They woke up horny and ravished each other till lunchtime.
After they had eaten downstairs, they went for a stroll through the market square, stopping to look at various stalls but not buying. When they had worked their way to the middle of the square, Myrna nudged Elsteen. "No matter what happens, just play along with me."
"What?"
Myrna grabbed her crotch. "Aw! I need to pee."
"You should've gone in the chamber pot back in our room before we left."
"I'm not sure I can hold it!" She was drawing furtive glances from passersby.
"Let's head back to the inn."
"Oh no!" She lifted her skirt up to her knees so that people could see the pee trickling down the inside of her legs into her boots. "Too late!" She made her way to the alley she had pooped in yesterday. Elsteen followed.
"Did you just piss yourself on purpose?"
"You're not playing along very well," Myrna whispered.
"You're not acting very convincingly."
"Just wait and see." One by one men began to follow. She waited for them in the middle of the alley. When a small group had gathered, Myrna auctioned off her pissed panties. Fetching only six coppers; she was a little disappointed. As the group began to disperse, Myrna put up her hands and shouted, "Wait! I've still got more used panties for sale." She pulled out a pair she'd shoved down her blouse between her breasts. "How about these? They've been washed but you can still see a period stain." Bidding resumed and Myrna sold all six pairs of panties.
"I admire your business acumen," Elsteen said, the men having left.
"I learnt from the best."
They were about to return to the square when a familiar man appeared in the mouth of the alley and approached them.
"How are my panties?" Myrna asked.
"You wouldn't want them back now." He laughed. He was well dressed; probably a merchant, Myrna thought. "They were worth every penny."
"So what brings you here today?"
"Well, I heard from some friends that you were selling more used panties."
"I'm sorry but we've run out. I can get some more for you, though."
"Well, that's what I want to see you about. I don't just want any pair of panties. You see, there's this lady in town that I've always had a crush on and well... I'd like to hire you to procure a pair of her panties, if I may."
"It'll cost you."
"I was thinking one silver up front and one silver upon completion."
"I'm interested. Tell me more"
He described where this lady lived and warned Myrna that she kept dogs. Finally they shook hands and he gave her a silver coin. "Don't let me down. I'll meet you here again tomorrow, at dawn."
"Let's go to the butcher's," Myrna said, grabbing Elsteen's hand.
"Why do you need to buy meat? They'll serve us dinner at the inn."
"It's not for me, it's for the job. I just need some cheap cuts."
Myrna cased the joint with Elsteen while there was still daylight left. The lady the merchant admired lived on the edge of town in a distinctive two-storey house with a tile roof and a small, well-tended garden out front. Myrna got the impression that this woman was probably married to a rival merchant. The backyard was fenced off to keep in the dogs. She wasn't sure how she would get round the back, whether she would just use the side gate or jump the back fence. She led Elsteen back down the street and turned left then left again, coming at last to the house behind the lady's to check whether she could get in or out that way.
Satisfied, she said, "We should get back to the inn. We wouldn't want to miss dinner." She grabbed Elsteen's butt. "You need to fill out a bit more."
As they ate at a table in the common room, they were approached by a man who asked whether he could sit with them. They slid along the bench so that he could squeeze in between them and some other man they didn't know.
"Word round town is that you ladies cater to certain... specific needs."
The women looked at each other. "Perhaps," said Elsteen. "What do you mean?"
"Well"—he cleared his throat and lowered his voice—"I have desires that my wife can't fulfill."
"Um, sir," said Myrna, "if you're asking what I think you're asking, you're mistaken; we don't do that."
"Hang on," said Elsteen. "This isn't the place to discuss this. I think you should leave us to finish dinner, sir, and then come up to our room."
"You're not seriously considering this, are you?" Myrna asked once he had left.
"Of course I am. We've got a long, expensive journey ahead of us. We need every penny we can get. Anyway, we'll se what he wants first and we'll lay out some ground rules."
"We don't just need money, we need information. We still have no idea where we're going or how to get there."
Their prospective client was waiting for them outside their room. "You're keen," Myrna said.
Elsteen opened the door. "Come in."
The women sat on the bed. The man stood before them with his hands clasped in front of his manhood.
"So. What can we do for you?" said Elsteen.
"Well, as I was saying before, I have certain needs that aren't met at home. Specifically, I would like to be... you know..."—the women leant forward—"a toilet slave." He let out a long breath.
"Well," said Elsteen, looking at Myrna. "I think we could accommodate that. There would be no penetration, of course?"
"Of course not. Although I hope you don't mind if I masturbate while you're using me."
"That wouldn't be a problem."
"And another thing. I would like you"—he looked at Elsteen—"to be my mistress. If the other lady would like to use me, she would have to ask your permission."
"Okay. That leaves one more thing to discuss. Price."
"Name it."
She named a figure. He didn't try to haggle.
"Oh, and another thing," he said. "Always wear panties while you're using me."
"Excuse me?"
"Please wear panties when you're doing your business."
"Are you telling me what to do?"
"Of course I'm telling you what to do; I'm paying for it."
"I don't like your tone, slave. You don't tell me what to do; I tell you what to do."
"Ah. I'm sorry, mistress. Please forgive me."
"Lie down on the floor." He obeyed. Hiking up her skirt, she sat over his open mouth, the delightful aroma of her panties filling his nostrils. Farting, she pissed full force through her panties. His mouth filled to overflowing. He tried to drink it all but couldn't keep up. As the flow of her urine faded to a trickle, she looked down over her shoulder at the man on the floor. "Is that what you were looking for?"
He nodded awkwardly.
Squeezing the last few drops from her bladder, she got up. "Look at the mess you made! It's all over the floor." She kicked him in the ribs. "Get up! On your knees and lick it up!"
"Yes, mistress." He stuck his hand down his trousers and masturbated while he lapped the pee off the floor.
"I expect you back here early tomorrow morning before you go to work so that I can use you again."
"Yes, mistress." He was on all fours, looking up at her with big eyes.
"We won't be in town long, but I mean to use you as often as possible for as long as possible."
"I am unworthy, mistress, to be your personal chamber pot."
"Yes, you are. You don't know how unworthy."
"Will that be all for today, mistress?"
She nodded. He settled the bill and left.
Myrna lifted up Elsteen's skirt. She gasped. "Look at your panties! Maybe I can lick them clean for you."
"You can give it a try."
Myrna did. Elsteen orgasmed.
"It's no use," Myrna said. "I'm going to have to steal you a new pair."
"Steal me several pairs. If I'm going to be this guy's toilet mistress, I'm going to go through them pretty quickly. We can always sell them once I've used them. And steal yourself a new a pair as well. You've been going around pantiless half the day."
"I will." She kissed Elsteen on the cheek. "I'll be back in a few hours."
It was dark outside. She carried two cuts of meat wrapped in paper. She returned to the two-storey house she had checked out earlier. The windows were unlit. The dogs began to bark as she crossed the front yard, but she couldn't hear any signs of activity from inside the house. Unwrapping the meat, she tossed it over the fence to the dogs, pacifying them. The gate creaked but Myrna was experienced enough to know that even if the occupants of the house were awake, they probably wouldn't hear. She left it open. Having eaten, the dogs followed quietly, watching Myrna expectantly. The clothesline was a length of rope strung across the patio. Suspended from wooden pegs were a pair of trousers, a man's shirt, a couple of dresses and two pairs of panties, one large, one small. She carefully unpegged both pairs of panties and tucked them behind the waistband of her skirt. The dogs—she only just now realized that they were large black hounds—tried to follow her out but she managed to shut the gate on them. She set off down the street looking for her next target. She had a productive night, returning to the inn with an armload of panties, which she dumped at the foot of the bed before climbing in with Elsteen.
It was still dark when Myrna woke the next morning. She tried not to disturb Elsteen as she got out of bed but woke her up anyway. And she was really shitty about it. In no mood for an argument, Myrna decided she would make her way to the alley to meet the merchant even though she would be early. It was foggy and cold and Myrna had a long wait before the man showed up.
"How'd you go?" he asked, his breath misting in the early morning light.
"I got two pairs of panties," she said, pulling them from the waistband of her skirt. "I don't know which you want. They obviously belong to two different people."
"Let me see."
She handed him the bigger pair first. He held the mauve cotton control briefs up in front of his face, the waistband stretched between his thumbs. "These are hers. She's put on a bit of weight over the years but she's still hot."
"What should I do with the other pair?"
"I'll take them as well. For another silver piece. You did well." She gave him the smaller pair. He sniffed the crotch of the plain white panties. "She's looks just like her mother did at her age. She's mine, you know, but she doesn't know it. She's getting married next month." Myrna smiled. "Well, it's been a pleasure doing business with you." He placed two silver coins in her palm then took off down the alley.
Myrna waited a moment so that she would not be following him then returned to the inn. When she opened the door to her room, she found Elsteen sitting on the face of her toilet slave, her skirt bunched up round her waist, the scent of poop in the air.
"My slave and I were just having a discussion about punctuality. He was late this morning and I pooped my pants." She wiggled her bum, rubbing her poopy panties in his face.
Myrna gave a mock gasp. "What a disobedient, unreliable slave! Say, I'm busting for the loo. Do you mind if I use your toilet?"
"Of course not." She rose, keeping her skirt bunched up in her fists so it would not be soiled. "Go ahead."
Myrna selected a pair of panties from the mound at the foot of the bed. These she put on before sitting on the man's pooped-covered face. Sighing, she emptied her bladder. She could feel him licking her pussy as he tried to drink her urine. "Aah! I needed that."
Elsteen gave her a hand to get up. "Turn around. I want to see your panties." The white fabric was see-through where it was wet. "There's poop stuck to them!" She laughed. The man on the floor began to wank. Elsteen charged him double for the privilege of being a toilet for two mistresses.
Word spread through Corse's Brook and over the next few nights more men turned up at their room. Some wanted to watch them wet or poop their panties. Others wanted to be toilet slaves. One man was content to watch them romp round the room in nothing but their panties. They all paid well and the following day the women would sell their wet or soiled panties on the black market. Whenever they were running low on panties, Myrna would steal more. But they thought their luck had run out when one morning the innkeeper knocked on their door and asked them to follow him downstairs to the common room.
"This is Lord Limm," he said, visibly nervous, indicating a balding, middle-aged man wearing a dark velvet jacket trimmed with lace at the neck and cuffs sitting at a table flanked by toughs. "He asked to speak with you girls."
"Ah, ladies," said Lord Limm, setting down his mug of ale and rising. "Please, join me." He indicated the bench on the opposite side of the table. Beside his mug was a sheaf of papers. He resumed his seat. "No doubt the innkeeper's told you who I am. And what are your names?"
"I'm Myrna and this is Elsteen."
"Pleased to meet you. I'll come straight to the point. I've heard that you ladies cater to unusual tastes in your work."
Myrna gave Elsteen a cautious look. She wondered whether the lord was trying to trick them into a confession so that he could arrest them. "What exactly do you want?"
"Well, I have a... predilection... for scenarios in which a lady is desperate to use a chamber pot and ends up having an accident. Is that the sort of thing that you ladies might cater to?" |
This story contains a soap/washing scene after the omorashi. May contain excess amounts of omorashi before the bath, but that's what this site is about!
Actually not sure if I like how this one turned out, I might stop writing after this.
Sunset Shimmer's Bath
Sunset Shimmer was camping with Twilight Sparkle. They were both asleep inside their tent, wearing their pajamas.
Sunset woke up in the middle of the night, really needing to pee. She had drank a few too many bottles of water last night due to the summer heat. So, she stood up and walked towards the outhouse.
Just as she was about to grab the door handle and open it, she felt someone grab her from behind. She was startled, nearly losing it there. Her arms were tied behind her back, and then Sonata Dusk picked her feet up and tied them together.
Sunset started to scream for help, but Adagio Dazzle, who was to the side, put duct tape over her mouth. Sunset was sure Aria Blaze was the one who tied her arms.
She struggled against her bonds as the sirens carried her to their camp and put her in a chair.
"We will have our revenge," said Adagio.
"So, we'll hold you here for a bit and leave you to the mosquitoes and venomous spiders and snakes and wolves," said Aria.
"There are no venomous spiders, snakes, or wolves at this camp," said Adagio. "We're not going to kill her. We're just going to torment her a while. Let's make sure we give her some water or apple juice every few hours."
Sunset let out some muffled sounds. Adagio tore the tape off her face.
"Can you untie me?" she said. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Just hold it," said Aria, and she put the tape over Sunset's mouth again.
Sunset held it in all night, fidgeting harder by the hour as the pee sloshed around inside her.
As the sun came up, Sunset felt like she was about to burst. She held it for another ten minutes, before the floodgates opened and she started peeing full force. She blushed with embarrassment as she wet her pajama pants.
Sonata walked up to her to see how she was doing. "Girls, get over here! She's wetting her pants!"
Adagio and Aria rushed over to watch Sunset's accident. Sunset hung her head in shame.
"Wow, you really needed to go!" Sonata giggled when Sunset was still peeing after a minute.
After another twenty seconds, Sunset finally finished wetting herself. The sirens laughed at her. Then Adagio took the tape off her mouth. "Breakfast," she said, holding up a bottle of apple juice.
Sunset was feeling a little thirsty so she drank the entire bottle.
"Can I at least change?" said Sunset.
"Nope," said Aria, putting the tape back over her mouth.
It was very hot today, and Sunset was sweating so much the sirens had to give her water every hour to make sure she didn't get dehydrated. At lunch, Sonata got an entire bottle of soda and forced Sunset to drink the entire thing.
It wasn't long before Sunset needed to pee again. The sirens sat in front of her to watch her squirm.
"Honestly, I never even thought of this part of it," said Adagio. "But it's probably the sweetest bit of our revenge."
After holding it and fidgeting for hours, Sunset ended up peeing herself again.
They kept her there for two more days. During these days, as soon as Sunset felt she needed to pee she stopped trying to hold it and just peed right there. She didn't want the sirens to get the pleasure of watching her squirm trying to hold it.
By the beginning of Day 4, Sunset was starting to smell, not only of pee, but with the sweaty smell of one who had not washed in days. Flies were buzzing around her.
Adagio waited patiently until Sunset peed again, and then untied her. "This should be enough for now. I think we've gotten our revenge, and you're stinking up the camp."
"Yeah, you smell worse than after Sonata's had tacos for lunch," said Aria. Sonata giggled.
Then, Twilight Sparkle came in. "Sunset! I've found you!"
Sunset blushed. Normally she'd be glad to see her, but she had just been released and now had no time to cover up her very wet pajama pants.
"Oh, you don't need to worry about us," said Adagio. "We were just letting her go."
"After what you put her through, don't think I'll let you get away with it!" Twilight used her magic to levitate all three sirens (who, by the way, were wearing their main outfits: Light purple leggings under purple shorts for Adagio, purple jeans for Aria, and a pink miniskirt for Sonata). Twilight gave all three of them wedgies on a tree branch, and then levitated some vines to tie their hands behind their backs just in case.
Twilight and Sunset made their way back to their campsite. Sunset smelled really bad, and she was soaked from her rump down, but Twilight didn't say anything.
Once they reached camp, Twilight said "Would you like me to give you a bath?"
Sunset nodded, still blushing with embarrassment.
They walked into the shallow section of the lake, Sunset still wearing her pajamas, for they desperately needed to be washed too. Twilight filled a bucket with water and poured it over Sunset. The water was cold but Sunset liked the feeling all the same.
After Twilight poured a few buckets of water on Sunset, she walked back to the tent to get the soap while Sunset sat down in the shallow water, soaking wet.
Twilight returned and told Sunset to stand up. Sunset did so, and Twilight squirted some of the liquid soap all over Sunset and started scrubbing her. First she scrubbed her back, then her smelly armpits. As Twilight scrubbed, the liquid soap turned into foam. Sunset enjoyed every second of this. Partly because she was finally getting a chance to wash off from the dirty, smelly state she was in, and partly because Twilight washing her like this was a new and enjoyable experience for her.
Once Twilight had finished washing Sunset's top half, she poured a dollop of shampoo on her hand and lathered Sunset's hair completely.
Then, Twilight started to massage Sunset's butt with her soapy hands. Sunset took immense pleasure in this and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Twilight also liked rubbing Sunset's tush, for it was very soft and she loved how it looked in her pajamas, despite how it smelled.
Once Sunset's butt was clean, aside from the soap bubbles that covered it, Twilight scrubbed Sunset's legs entirely. When Twilight was finished, Sunset was covered from head to foot in suds. Well, almost from head to foot.
"Can you do my feet now?" said Sunset.
"Sure. Sit down."
Sunset sat in the water and lifted her stinky feet up. Twilight scrubbed her feet, making sure to get between her toes, until they didn't smell anymore. Then Twilight poured a bucket of water on Sunset's head to rinse her off. Now she was sparkling clean and smelled only of soap and shampoo.
"How are you doing?" said Twilight.
"Much better. I really enjoyed that."
"That was rather fun for me as well."
Sunset heard a soft hissing noise, and saw a wet spot forming on Twilight's purple shorts as pee trickled down her legs.
"You could have gone before we started," said Sunset.
"I didn't have to go that bad." Twilight blushed lightly, and Sunset understood. Twilight finished peeing, and then said "Can you wash me now?"
...
The sun dried them that afternoon, and they continued to have fun.
"What about the sirens?" said Sunset.
"We'll release them tomorrow morning," said Twilight. "It's not that hot today, and they just drank quite a few bottles of water this morning."
...
At their campsite, all three sirens were fidgeting, still hanging from tree branches by their underwear.
"I gotta go pee!" said Sonata.
"Yes, I know! We all do!" said Aria.
"This is the last time we do anything like that to any of the Rainbooms," said Adagio.
Edited March 12, 2018 by The Dark Wolf
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This is going to be a furry omorashi / diaper story, if any of that sounds like anything you wouldn't enjoy then I'm sorry.
Character Ref: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/24085771/
(Reference picture drawn by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/miri)
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CHAPTER 1: THE GYM INCIDENT
I might still of had some credibility at school, I could of went from class to class, eaten lunch with my friends, maybe even given the right circumstances I could have been just like any normal 16 year old. Not now though, that's kind of a pipe dream for me now after what happened and what resulted because of it. My name's Dax by the way, I'm a small fox with orange and white fur, my eyes are bright blue and I have a fluffy orange tail that ends in a white tip. However my most definitive, yet hidden from site, feature would have to be my small bladder. In the average school day a teenager like me would visit the bathroom once maybe twice but not me, no sir for me you can double that figure. On hot summer days where drinking fluid is paramount you can expect me to visit the toilet up to 6 times in just one day! Granted it's not like I have a serious problem with holding my urine (some find this statement debatable) my bladder just fills up quickly and is a little on the smaller side it always has been, just like the rest of me. Of course, no problem like this is without its origin story and this one begins for me in elementary school, I like to refer to this as the gym incident.
I had been sent home numerous times with wet pants in 6th grade, it was like my bladder had just decided to give up half way through the school year, I remember the first time I wet my pants at school, asking for the bathroom 15 minutes from lunch time isn't exactly going to get you anywhere.
"Dax for the last time I'm not giving you a hall pass, it's not even 15 minutes before class ends now put down your hand."
A big brown bear, our maths teacher, said annoyed. I've always been a shy vixen, even though my bladder was aching and my knees were firmly clasped together and my legs were crossed like some kind of weird denim pretzel I didn't protest, the teacher must be right that's what i thought, I've always had a hard time arguing with those in authority. But as it turns out 15 minutes was just too long for my bladder to wait, I buried my bright red face, flushed and hot, into my arms resting on the desk. Humiliation, shame, anger, sadness, it's amazing how many emotions can over come you as your urine begins to run down your legs and fill up your shoes. I was laughed at and teased, made to walk to the front of the class room by my teachers guiding hands so that everyone could see my wet butt and then had to take the long walk to the nurses office alone, my dad arrived not too long after to take me home. What I remember most about the drive home wasn't my dad's words of outrage at the school for not letting his son use the bathroom, it was how the other kids at school would treat me from now on and also how damn tight the spare pare of underwear I had been given felt.
When this happened a second time, waiting in line for school lunch, the principle made it clear I was allowed full access to any bathroom in the school and was given a personal hall pass so that I could slip out of class when I needed to. After a 3rd time, in class again, my parents started sending me to school with spare underwear and pants ("Keep these in your bag sweetie, I'm sure this is all just a fluke but... just in case, alright hun?"). 4th time, in a hurried dash to the bathroom(I didn't make it in time) nothing much changed other than the name 'Damp pants Dax' was my new official name behind the teacher's backs and of course my parents became even more worried, they argued a lot more during this time period and though they tried to keep things civil in front of me I heard, walked in on, and listened in on, little bits of heated arguments here and there, I knew they were very concerned and I couldn't blame them, 4 accidents in 3 months wasn't something you could over look especially in a 12 year old boy.
However the last little nudge that pushed my parents to go to the doctor happened after the 5th time, the gym incident. About 6 weeks after my last accident and things were starting to ease off. I made sure to use the bathroom every opportunity I got even if I didn't have to go, I was drinking much less and with the ability to go whenever I wanted it would have been pretty hard to make a mistake and go in my pants again, or so I thought. It was a week after my birthday and for late May it was a scorcher 35 degrees Celsius (that's 95 Fahrenheit for your convenience) and we were all encouraged to drink plenty of water something I was very nervous about but I reasoned my body would be using up a lot more water to sweat and keep me hydrated than it would be using to filter out waste, boy was I wrong
Gym class became my least favourite class and that day just so happened to be a gym class day. To clarify I hated gym not because I disliked exercise but more because it gave the other boys in my class an opportunity to tease and bully me without an adult looming over their shoulders in the changing room. Looking back I could have asked the teacher if I could get changed after everyone else but I guess I felt I kinda deserved it, I couldn't after all even control my own bladder. The girls and boys marched to their respective changing rooms gym bags in hand at the request of the gym teacher, a tall well built tiger I will refer to as Mr, Tig. Mr, Tig was nice and understanding of my situation as were most of the teachers but Mr, Tig was especially sympathetic and always let me go and made sure I got to the toilet OK but as stated earlier, teachers weren't allowed to go into the changing rooms it was a particular soft spot for the bullies of the class to take advantage of you. I had just placed my bag down in the corner of the changing room bench when I felt the call of nature.
"Hey Damp Pants!"
A voice taunted from behind me.
"You gonna wet your pants again, Damp Pants Dax~?"
Another voice came from the far left as I felt a small plastic object hit me on the ear, a water bottle. I could feel fresh tears start to well up in my eyes, I tried to hide them but they could easily tell when I was crying, bullies are great at sensing weakness.
"Aww it's ok Damp Pants don't cry, you need a diapee~ change?"
"Sh-shut *sniff* shut up..."
"BOYS! What's taking so long in THERE! Hurry, ASAP!"
Mr, Tig's voice bellowed and everyone quickly changed into their gym clothes but I took my time, neatly folding my jeans and t shirt up and placing them slowly into my bag next to a big empty plastic bottle, tears slowly pouring from my eyes, I wanted them all gone before I went out and faced them and sure enough by the time I was dressed my eyes were a little puffy and bloodshot but none the less dry. I hated myself for crying and jabbed myself firmly in the leg for it. I walked into the gymnasium forgetting to use the bathroom. Mr, Tig didn't even seem to notice when I entered the gymnasium 5 minutes later than anyone else, he just carried on instructing everyone as I sat down on the padded floor just like everyone else.
"It's simple really, just climb the rope ring the bell and climb back down, I'll be timing each of you individually but I don't want any teasing about slower times or whether someone can climb to the top or not, ok? And yes this IS a test so do try your best, you're being graded on this!"
It was then I realised I was fidgety and couldn't sit still, I had forgotten to use the bathroom! I cursed myself under my breath, I would have to wait until Mr, Tig was done explaining and demonstrating the technique, I didn't want to be the only one to fail gym class after all.
"Dax, why don't you go first?"
I could feel myself getting hot under the collar. 'How would I be able to climb a rope with my bladder this full?' I thought to myself, while doing a subtly potty dance where I sat. I contemplated telling just telling him I needed the toilet or just walking out but if I had done that even more teasing would ensue. Looking back on it Mr, Tig probably saw me fidgeting and wanted me to go first to avoid another accident but back then I could only focus on my pounding, aching bladder. I got up, grabbed myself by pretending I was readjusted my gym shorts and walked as casually as I could over to the rope. Beads of sweat were rolling down my face, if I looked like I even slightly needed to pee then I would be mocked . I walked carefully making sure I wasn't crossing my legs or holding on to myself I was sure on the outside I only looked a little nervous because I heard a few giggles, I wondered if it looked that obvious that I had to pee but it was probably more because I looked nervous about climbing the rope, who knows maybe the giggles were only in my head? I had finally made it to the rope, my bladder begging to be voided whether it be in a toilet on in my blue gym shorts.
"Remember Dax, keep a firm grip on the rope but also use your legs to push yourself up, if you only rely on your arms you'll get tired and you'll-"
I had already begun my ascent up the rope before he finished talking. 2 feet, 4 feet 6 feet, I was at least 8 feet up in the air and had only a couple more feet to go and I guessed that only thirty seconds had passed, if I could just ring the bell and carefully climb back down, I could hold it, could make it.
"I can see your diaper from down here Damp Pants."
I froze up, I was about to reach for the bell but I couldn't move and then all of a sudden a gush of warm urine trailed down my legs and pitter pattered on to the safety mat now 10 feet below. I was dangling up in the air and didn't have any control over my body, I fell to the ground urine still pouring from my shorts and I landed with a wet thud. It was the longest fall of my life and yet it didn't hurt not even a little, thanks to the padded floor and the mat, what hurt now was my pride as I was soaked from head to toe in my own piss while it was still leaking out from me. Barrages of giggles followed by choruses of laughter filled the gymnasium, I couldn't even cry I was too devastated and disorientated.
"QUIET! Anybody who laughs will get a detention with me, and you won't just be writing lines either!"
Mr. Tig's booming voice was enough and everyone was all at once silent.
"Can you stand, Dax?"
He helped me to my feet, my trainers squeaked on the ground below me, everything I was wearing was sodden.
"No one is to move a muscle, if I find out anyone has so much as switched places while I take Dax to the nurse will not only receive detention but a call home."
I would be going to the doctors no less than a week after this happened.
(I passed by the way.)
I was told I had an underdeveloped bladder and with some exercises and a couple diet changes I could get better and mostly I did. Soon after we moved to a different town, I think we all needed a fresh start away from that town with all its bad memories. The gym incident was my last accident and as a consequence of no one knowing of my previous unfortunate events I was able to lead a normal middle school and high school life, well mostly normal as mentioned above I still had low bladder capacity but I could hold onto it a lot longer and stave off accidents and of course I was allowed to use any bathroom whenever I wanted. My confidence grew and I made friends, I was able to stand up to people who treated me badly and stand up for myself, things were starting to look a lot brighter and soon my elementary school days were a thing of the past.
I wish I could call this 'the end' and that I never had an accident at school again, that I was able to make it to 12th grade without mention of my small bladder again, but that dream was crushed 2 years prematurely in the 10th. The gym incident wasn't all I had to tell, that's not what "happened" that was so bad, peeing your pants at 12 is bad, but try it at 16.
To be continued... |
Well, here's an idea I thought of. I'm not entirely sure I liked how it turned out, quality's probably lower and I know it's extremely stretchy, unrealistic, and fantastical, but a few people said they thought it was an interesting concept. So, here goes, and please don't be too harsh with criticism.
Also of note: The main characters in this story are all female, but there will be some mention to male wetting as well. That's not usually my thing but in this particular scenario where there are lots of people in this situation, I wanted to be fair.
The Omorashi Grounds
Sunny was a beautiful girl, 18 years of age, with blonde hair in a ponytail down to her neck. She was wearing a black shirt and a tight pair of jeans.
She had drank a lot this morning, and was now sitting at a desk in a classroom, where a teacher was giving a history lesson, telling a long history story.
Sunny raised her hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Nope," said the teacher. "You'll have to hold it."
Sunny fidgeted in her seat as the teacher continued his boring lesson. She wasn't the only one in the class fidgeting. She had to pee something fierce.
...
Tina was 23, with long dark hair. She was wearing a black T-shirt with a heart at the front and short, tight jean shorts.
She was sitting in the driver's seat of her car, stuck in a severe traffic jam. There were so many cars in front of her, which moved a little every ten minutes.
"Hurry up!" said Tina, fidgeting and holding herself. "I have to go to the bathroom!" She had drank a big slushy before going on this drive and the pressure in her bladder was growing every minute.
The traffic jam was moving slowly, and she heard some horns honking and other drivers with their windows open yelling that they needed to pee.
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Sally was 19, with long blonde hair. She was wearing a white tank top and skintight pink shorts.
She was sitting at a bar, drinking a large mug of beer. Afterwards, she drank soda and other non-alcoholic beverages, not wanting to get drunk.
It wasn't long before she desperately needed to pee. She made a dash to the bathroom, but there were over ten people in line already. This was a big bar with a small bathroom for one person. All of them were fidgeting, some looking as though they needed to go more badly than Sally did. Sally held herself, doing the pee dance and trying to keep her cute pink shorts dry.
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Stephanie was 22, with brown hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a blue T-shirt and skintight black pants, but it was impossible to tell because she was dressed in a blue wolf fursuit at a furry convention.
She enjoyed the attractions of the convention, which included drinking five humongous slushies due to the heat of her fursuit. Before long, this started to catch up to her. She needed to pee badly, and looked around for a bathroom. She couldn't find any signs of one.
"Are there any bathrooms here?" Stephanie asked another fursuiter. "I really need to go!"
"No public bathrooms," said the fursuiter. "You'll just have to hold it."
Stephanie fidgeted, trying her hardest to hold it in.
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Sandy was 20, with blonde hair that went down to her neck. She was just as lovely as the other girls, and was wearing a pink tank top and an aqua miniskirt.
She was sitting at the theater watching a movie, which had half an hour worth of commercials at the beginning. Only half an hour into the actual movie she was fidgeting, because she had not used the bathroom before coming here, and she had already drank the extra large soda she had gotten here. But, she didn't want to miss any of the movie, and tried to hold it for as long as she could.
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Three hours after class had begun, Sunny was now in math class, doing work sheets of various math equations. They weren't particularly hard, but Sunny really needed to go. A few of the other students, both male and female, had already wet their pants. The sound of their pee dripping onto the floor had increased Sunny's need to pee.
"I really need to go!" said Sunny, crossing her legs and fidgeting.
"Too bad," said the teacher.
As Sunny finished the sheet she was currently on, she leaked a little into her jeans. Then, as she was halfway through the other one, she could hold it no longer. Sunny started to pee full force, soaking the crotch and butt of her jeans. She blushed lightly and sighed, feeling a sense of immense relief. The seat of her desk was soaked, and pee splashed down into a puddle under her.
Once she finished, she continued her work in her wet pants.
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The traffic jam had not progressed very far, and Tina was fidgeting in her seat harder than ever. She could feel the waves of pee inside her overflowing bladder There were quite a few cars behind her now too.
Tina leaked a little every five minutes, dampening her shorts, and fidgeting harder with each one.
Then, moments after the cars moved forward slightly, her bladder gave out and released itself into her jean shorts. Tina sighed of relief as she soaked her shorts, panties, and the seat of her car. She loved the warm release and the relief it provided after holding it in for so long.
When she finished wetting herself, her shorts were drenched, as was the seat of her car, which was now full of a pee smell. There wasn't a single dry spot left on her pink panties.
She sat in her wet shorts for another hour before the cars in front finally got moving, and she started to drive the speed limit again.
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Sally was still pee dancing in front of the bathroom door. Two of the men and three of the women had left the line because they had wet themselves, but still no one was coming out of the bathroom door. One of the two men had been wearing a suit, and the other had been wearing jeans. The three women had been wearing dresses, one of them short, the other two long. Watching the accidents had made Sally more uncomfortable, and, in the last two cases, caused her to leak slightly.
"I don't think I'm gonna make it!" said Sally as she leaked a little into her shorts, her bladder extremely full.
"Neither do I," said the girl behind her, a cute dark-haired girl who was wearing jeans.
Eventually, Sally lost control. Her pink shorts darkened, and pee poured down her legs, adding to the large puddle in front of the bathroom door.
"Ahhhh, that's better," said Sally, enjoying her accident for both the relief and the warm wetness flowing down her legs.
"Wow, you really needed to go," said the girl behind her, giggling despite her own desperation.
Sally also giggled, still peeing.
...
Stephanie was holding herself and fidgeting even more. She had drank another can of soda, which made her need to go more.
Many of the other fursuiters had wet spots on their fursuits as well. Stephanie sat at a table with two other desperate fursuiters, one male and one female.
"I really need to pee," she said, crossing her legs. "How are you doing?"
"Really desperate," said the man. "There's no bathroom here."
"But we can't help drinking so much cause our fursuits are so hot!" said the girl.
"I know," said Stephanie, fidgeting more. "I'm about to burst!"
They fidgeted for about ten more minutes, and then, Stephanie could feel her pants becoming warm and wet. She looked down as a wet spot appeared on her fursuit that was rapidly expanding, and soon her seat became wet, and pee dripped onto the floor. Stephanie was peeing in her fursuit, and she was enjoying the relief a little too much.
"I've never peed in a fursuit before," she said.
The two fursuiters in front of her could hear the hissing sound coming from her, which caused them both to lose control and wet their fursuits as well. Stephanie giggled.
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Sandy was still enjoying the movie, which was over three hours long. She was in desperate need of a bathroom, but didn't want to leave.
She knew the movie would be over soon. She'd probably be able to hold it until then.
Suddenly, there was a jumpscare in the movie. Sandy screamed, and was not the only one in the theater to do so. Sandy felt her panties grow warm and wet. She recovered from the jumpscare as she peed in her dress. She fully realized she was wetting herself, and sighed in relief, enjoying the warm wetness as it soaked her crotch and butt.
She could hear another girl in the theater saying "I just peed my pants." The smell of pee was strong in the theater, indicating that many audience members had peed themselves just now.
When she finished peeing, her seat was soaked, as were her panties and most of her skirt. She felt the relief was almost orgasmic as she watched the final scene of the movie.
...
Sunny, Tina, Sally, Stephanie, and Sandy met up, still in their wet state. They looked around at the attractions of the Omorashi Grounds, the park designed for people who wanted to get into various omo situations and wet themselves without having to feel any shame of it.
Omorashi School, where people were taught basic elementary or middle School stuff and denied bathroom breaks. Omorashi Road, where people drove cars on a long, circular road, with automated cars at the front to go slow and cause traffic jams. Omorashi Bar, with a bathroom door that was always locked so that there would always be a line of desperate people. Omorashi Fursuit Convention, which had no bathroom and thus everyone there was destined to pee in their fursuits. Omorashi Theater, which played extremely long movies with jumpscares at the end to startle the audience into wetting themselves. In-between runs of both this and the cars, staff would make the seats relatively dry, though they'd still be a bit damp. But it didn't make a difference because the people sitting in them were going to get much wetter anyway.
There was also the Tickle Center where workers tickled people into wetting themselves, the Bondage Center where they'd be tied up, and the Omorashi Hotel where workers would put their hands in hot water while they slept to induce bedwetting. And there was a lot to drink in order to make the people desperate during the events. Often they would say how much they needed to go and pretend they didn't want to wet themselves for added effect. There were showers near the exit for them to wash off so that anyone outside the Omorashi Grounds would think they were at a water park instead.
The girls were surprised at how many other people were there, both male and female. They could see many of them had already wet their pants, and were looking forward to a second round.
They told each other of the attractions they had visited and how much they had enjoyed their experiences. Then, they drank some more, and when they started to feel another urge to pee, they entered the Tickle Center.
The End
AN: Yes, I know a place like this would never exist in real life (beyond the apparently-all-too-common real life scenarios it's mimicking), but it is always fun to have fantasies. |
Author's note: This story takes place during the events of When the Snow Falls. It is more pee based than its predecessor and will be told in two parts.
It was a cold day in the latter half of January and Elma was busy working. While in her home world she was a dragon in the harmony faction, in our world she was an ordinary office worker. On this day, she was working at top speed in the hopes of getting out early to catch a sale on her favorite snacks at the local grocery store. As she pounded away at the keyboard, she overheard one of her coworkers say something about how management had placed a new energy drink in the vending machines in the break room. Having never partaken of an energy drink before, Elma decided to try it. Elma stopped by the machine during her break and bought one. As she popped the tab and took a sip, an explosion of sweet flavor enveloped her taste buds. “Soooooo goooood!!!” she cried before taking a larger gulp.
“You better be cautious with those. They’re highly addictive,” warned a voice behind her. Turning around, Elma saw Kobayashi standing behind her and she looked exhausted.
“I’m fine,” said Elma proudly sticking her chest out, “I am a dragon who won’t fall prey to the addictiveness of something created by humans.” The irony of it though was that since coming to this world, she had become addicted to all sorts of snacks and sweets. This energy drink would be no different.
“Whatever you say,” said Kobayashi as she rolled her eyes and walked away.
The minute she was out of sight, Elma chugged the rest of the drink. As the last drop hit her tongue, she felt a pinch of sadness at having drunken it so quickly. Looking down at the now empty can, she decided to buy another to take back to her desk. By the time she finished her work, she had drunk six 8oz cans of the energy drink. Getting up from her desk, Elma could feel a small throbbing in her bladder. She then decided that she would make a quick pit stop at the restroom before leaving the building. However, this idea was quickly scrapped when she realized what time it was. It was almost 4 o’clock and the sale was going to be starting in a matter of minutes. Walking past the restrooms and towards the elevator, Elma couldn’t help but look longingly at the women’s restroom. However, her desire to buy as many snacks for as little money as possible was far greater than her current desire for the bathroom. She proceeded to board the elevator to the first floor and left, all the while thinking that she could wait until she got back to her apartment.
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Elma arrived at the supermarket with plenty of time to spare. The moment the sale started, she began loading her shopping cart with the best snacks she could find at the cheapest price as payday wasn’t for another week or so. By the time she paid for her snacks and exited the building, it was about 5 o’clock. As Elma began moving, she could feel another throbbing sensation in her bladder, this time a little stronger than the one before. She quickly picked up her pace as she began making her way through the crowded streets. Suddenly somebody grabbed the back of her arm. Looking back, she saw it was Kobayashi and with her was the purple-haired boy called Shouta. The next thing Elma knew, Kobayashi was asking her if she could watch the little dragon known as Kanna. At first Elma told Kobayashi no because she was in hurry to make it back to her apartment so that she could relieve herself. However, the promise of a free trip to an all-you-can-eat cake buffet quickly made her change her mind. After saying yes to Kobayashi’s request, Elma was given a key and then watched as Kobayashi and the boy took off in hurry for the train station. “I wonder what that’s all about,” she muttered to herself as she began making her way to Kobayashi’s apartment as snow began falling from the sky.
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When she was about half-way to the apartment, the throbbing started up again, except this time it was stronger and it didn’t go away. Each step she took only seemed to make things worse and she could practically feel the pee sloshing around her bladder. All she could do was try to think of something else as she prayed that she would quickly arrive at Kobayashi’s apartment where she could relieve herself. Minutes later, she arrived at the apartment, only to remember that she would need to climb several flights of stairs. Walking up each stair felt like torture for the poor dragon as the up and down motion of her legs climbing each step jostled her bladder. “Just a little bit more,” she panted, fighting the urge to squat down then and there and let it flow. However, just as she hit the second to last section of steps, she felt a small squirt hit her panties, the shock of which caused her to fall to her knees. “There is no way a proud dragon such as myself is going to lose to a bodily function,” she cried as she clenched her hands over her crotch. She took a few deep breaths to try to gather herself. As she tried to think of something else to take her mind off the pain, she suddenly remembered that she had blocked her earlier desire to go to the bathroom by thinking about food. Reaching into one of her bags, she grabbed a box of pocky and removed a couple of the chocolate-coated biscuit sticks. Placing the chocolate-covered ends in her mouth, she began to suck on it. Within a matter of seconds, she could feel the pain in her bladder begin to subside as her desire to pee was once again blocked out. Once the pain was manageable enough that she could stand back up, Elma grabbed her bags and finished the climb up the stairs.
By the time she reached the apartment door, she had almost completely blocked out the urge to pee. As Elma unlocked the door and entered, she could hear the floor creaking under small footsteps as a young girl’s voice called out, “Welcome home.” Kanna entered the hallway just as Elma was removing her shoes over by the door. Upon seeing that the person who had entered the apartment was neither Kobayashi nor Tohru, Kanna coldly said, “Oh, it’s just you. What do you want? Are you here because you want free snacks?”
“As a matter of fact, I’m not,” replied a smiling Elma, the throbbing vein in her forehead betraying the fact that she was offended by the little dragon’s assertion that she would come by for such a reason. Of course to the child’s defense, Elma had done that a few times prior to earning her first paycheck in this world. “I’m here because Miss Kobayashi asked me to come watch you in her stead as something important came up.”
“Fafnir is already watching me, so you can leave,” declared Kanna.
“I don’t care. Miss Kobayashi asked me to watch you and that’s just what I’m going to do. Now tell me where Fafnir is.” The harmony dragon watched as Kanna turned around and went back to the living room. Elma followed her and was surprised to see the older dragon who was supposed to be watching this young child, instead had his eyes glued to a videogame, a headset covering his ears. The living area was a mess with crayons and snack crumbs littering the kotatsu and floor. It was painfully clear to Elma why she had been asked to come and watch the little dragon girl. “Miss Kobayashi asked me to come here and watch Kanna. There is no need for you to stay,” said Elma as she stared at Fafnir. However, the male dragon did not respond. She tried once more, but still Fafnir did not respond. “That does it!” she screamed as she walked right in front of the T.V. Unfortunately, Elma’s stepping in front of the T.V. indirectly caused the character in Fafnir’s game to die.
“YOU MADE ME LOSE!!” screamed Fafnir as his red eyes filled with murderous rage. As he glared at her, Elma felt a few drops of urine seep into her slightly soiled panties.
“I’m sorry,” she whined as she stepped away from the T.V., her body shaking in fear.
“What do you want?” asked Fafnir as he began to calm down a little.
“I was trying to tell you that Miss Kobayashi asked me to watch Kanna and now that I’m here, you can go home.”
“I’m staying,” replied Fafnir coldly as he resumed his game from the last checkpoint. Elma thought about possibly using force to get him to leave, but decided against it after having wet herself a little because of his glare. Suddenly Elma felt a small tug on the back of her skirt. Turning around, she saw Kanna standing behind her.
“I’m hungry,” whined Kanna, “what’s for dinner?”
Elma was shocked at what she was hearing. She hadn’t been asked to feed this child nor did she know when Kobayashi was getting back. As she thought about what to do, a loud buzzing filled the room as something in Elma’s skirt pocket began vibrating. The sudden vibration near her crotch caught her off guard and her body twitched as she felt a couple more drops leak into her panties. She quickly grabbed the device that humans called a “cellular phone” and removed it from her pocket. Elma had just gotten one about a week earlier and was still learning how to properly use it. “Hello. Who may I ask is calling?” she answered as she flipped open the phone
“Elma, its Kobayashi,” replied the voice on the other line. “I forgot to ask you to make dinner for Kanna since I don’t know when I’ll be back. Would you mind feeding her? There should be some supplies in the kitchen to make curry.”
“No problem,” replied Elma. Suddenly she remembered that she had never made it before. Not wanting to look incompetent, the dragon asked, “Is there a specific recipe you would like me to use?”
“Any recipe should be fine, but if you’re really worried about it, there should be a recipe in the kitchen.” There was a short pause. “Shoot, my phone battery is low. I’ll text you if I think of anything else. Bye.”
“I guess I’m making curry,” stated Elma as she closed her flip phone.
“Is it mild?” asked Fafnir.
“You’re not getting any,” replied Elma, angry at Fafnir’s selective hearing. Fafnir responded by making a disgruntled “tch” sound. A few seconds later Elma received a text from Kobayashi which she read out loud: “If Fafnir is still there, please feed him too. P.S. Fafnir does not like his curry spicy.” As she read over the text once more, she screamed to herself, “I have to feed him too!”
“Will it be mild?” asked Fafnir in a condescending tone. Elma could have sworn that she saw a triumphant smile creep across Fafnir’s face, if even just for a split second.
“Fine, I’ll go make it,” she said as she decided there was no use in arguing. However, as she turned and walked into the kitchen she muttered under her breath, “I hope you choke on it.”
“What was that?” asked Fafnir, his eyes never leaving the game.
“I didn’t say anything,” cried Elma as she did her best not to tremble in fear. As she began making preparations for dinner, she began wondering what in the world was going on anyway.
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It was six o’clock when the three dragons sat down to dinner. As they were eating, Elma’s curiosity got the best of her and so she asked Fafnir what was going on. “Lucoa is planning on moving back to our world permanently,” replied Fafnir.
“I’m guessing Tohru went with her then?” asked Elma. Fafnir nodded. It was at this point that Kanna who had not been aware of the situation until now came to the mistaken belief that Tohru was not coming back. A few minutes had passed before Elma noticed that Kanna had stopped eating. “Is the curry bad?”
“Takiya’s is better,” interjected Fafnir.
“Who asked you?” screamed Elma. While she knew her cooking skills were subpar, Fafnir’s comments still hurt. “If my cooking is so bad, then you don’t have to eat it.”
“I never said it was bad,” said Fafnir as he stuffed another spoonful into his mouth.
“So, then it’s good?”
“It’s edible,” replied Fafnir. Elma quickly realized that maybe that was Fafnir’s way of complimenting her. Suddenly she heard sobbing. Elma turned to Kanna and noticed that the young dragon girl was crying. “What’s wrong?”
“Lady Tohru is not coming back, is she?” sobbed Kanna.
“I don’t know sweetie,” replied Elma as she wrapped her arms around the little dragon girl. “Although I bet that if she does try to leave, Miss Kobayashi will stop her and bring her right back here. At least that is what it looked like she was trying to do when I ran into her earlier.” Elma’s words seemed to have worked as Kanna soon calmed down.
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After the three dragons had finished eating, Fafnir went back to his game while Elma began the process of cleaning up. As she did so, Elma noticed that Kanna had started following her like a chick following its mother. Elma figured that Kanna was doing this because she was scared and lonely, so she allowed the girl to follow her around. The moment that Elma began doing the dishes, she remembered something important. Watching as water came flowing down from the faucet, Elma realized that she had been so distracted by everything going on that she still hadn’t gone to the bathroom. The moment she realized that, she could feel the throbbing pain start up again. She had one more thing to clean: the curry pot. As she scrubbed the pot, she noticed that the residue inside wasn’t coming off. Desperately squeezing her legs together, Elma began scrubbing as hard as she could. But the residue remained. With the pot still in hand, she took a step back and tripped over Kanna before falling to the floor. As she fell, she felt a spurt of pee come out, this time a little bit more than the three previous times. Within seconds of Elma hitting the floor, the pot came down, splashing the crotch of her skirt with hot water in the process.
The incident must have been very loud because seconds later Fafnir was standing in the kitchen’s entryway looking down at Elma. “You’re too loud. I can’t focus on my game.” Before Elma could say anything, Fafnir noticed the pot on the floor and scooped it up. “Seriously, if you want to remove the residue you need to soak it in warm soapy water first.” Then much to Elma’s shock, Fafnir actually began cleaning it.
“Thank you,” she said as she stood up. Of course she still hadn’t realized that the crotch of her skirt was now completely soaked.
“Did you wet yourself?” asked Fafnir, as he turned his head and stared at the wet skirt.
“The pot spilled on her,” declared Kanna before Elma could respond. Elma was truly grateful to the girl for defending her although she had to wonder if either Kanna or Fafnir could smell the little bit of urine that had seeped into her panties and was now beginning to run down her legs.
“I’m going to go change,” said Elma. Walking out of the kitchen, she noticed a laundry basket with what looked like a pair of Kobayashi’s pants inside. Grabbing the pair of pants, she stated, “Since I don’t have anything else to wear, I’ll just borrow these. I’m sure Miss Kobayashi will understand.” Elma then began making her way to the bathroom. As she opened the bathroom door, she realized that Kanna was still following her. “I’m sorry but there are somethings that a dragon needs to do alone.” And with that, she entered the bathroom and closed the door.
She quickly hiked up her skirt, pulled down her soiled panties, and sat down. The instant that she sat down, the urine stream began to flow and a smile of relief came across her face. “I didn’t think I was going to make it,” she muttered to herself. Elma blushed a little as she realized that the sound of her stream hitting the toilet water was almost deafening. Suddenly she noticed something that looked like a purple ball squeeze under the door. It took her a couple of seconds to realize that it was Kanna’s tail and that the girl was sitting outside of the bathroom waiting for her. The thought that Kanna might be able to hear everything that was going on made Elma self-conscious to the point that her stream automatically stopped and would not start again. Having not even released a fourth of what was in her bladder, Elma wiped herself off, stood up, and flushed. She then took off her soiled panties, which at this point were around her knees, and her wet skirt as well. Looking down at her white panties which were now stained yellow, Elma decided that she would rather go pantyless than put the soiled piece of cloth back on. She then reached down and grabbed the pair of pants that she had borrowed from the laundry basket. As she slipped them on, she could once again feel a throbbing in her bladder. It was bad enough that she was unable to button the pants so instead she just covered it with her shirt. As she prepared to leave the bathroom, she thought to herself that she must have gone enough to at least take some of the pressure off so that she could manage for a couple more hours. Of course what she failed to realize was that peeing without completely emptying the bladder only makes the urge to go worse later on.
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Not long after coming out of the bathroom, Elma decided to sit down on the couch and watch Fafnir play videogames as she had nothing better to do. Within seconds of Elma sitting down on the couch, Kanna laid down right next to her and then proceeded to plop her head down on Elma’s lap. The pressure of Kanna’s head on Elma’s bladder sent a shockwave of pain through Elma’s body, causing her to spasm a bit. She couldn’t help but wince in pain. Kanna seemed to notice Elma’s discomfort and lifted her head. “Did I hurt you?” Kanna asked looking deep into Elma’s eyes.
Doing her best to put on a brave face, Elma replied “I’m fine. I was just caught off guard is all. You can keep laying your head on my lap if you want.” After being reassured by Elma that it was alright, Kanna laid her head back down on Elma’s lap, this time more gently then before. As Kanna rested her head on Elma’s lap, Elma began gently patting the girl’s head. It was so soothing that the little dragon soon fell asleep. Elma ended up falling asleep about thirty minutes later.
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Elma was awoken by the sound of keys jingling and the apartment door opening. As she opened her eyes and looked at the clock, she realized that it was almost 9:30 p.m. In the process of getting up from the couch, Elma accidentally woke up Kanna who had still been sleeping in her lap. The moment that Kobayashi and Tohru came into the living area, Kanna shot up and ran to them. “Miss Kobayahsi, Lady Tohru, welcome home,” cried the little dragon.
“Kanna, were you a good girl for Elma?” asked Kobayashi. Kanna nodded. Kobayashi then turned her attention to Elma. “I’m sorry that I caused you so much trouble. I’ll be sure to pay you back on payday.”
“It was no trouble at all,” said Elma, “although I did have to borrow a pair of your pants because my skirt got soaked when I was washing dishes. I’ll be sure to clean and return them to you as quickly as possible.” As Elma took a few steps forward, the pain in her bladder became so intense that she doubled over in pain and fell to her knees.
Kobayashi immediately knelt beside her and asked, “Is everything alright?”
In the almost three hours that she had been asleep, Elma's bladder had begun to fill back up to the point that her willpower alone was no longer enough to fight back the rushing onslaught of piss trying to escape. “Oh no,” whined Elma clenching her crotch so tightly that her knuckles had gone white, “I can’t hold it any longer.” Just as she said that, the dam burst, sending a cascade of piss into her pants. So much was coming out that within a matter of seconds, a golden pool had begun forming on the wooden tile beneath her. By this point even Fafnir had become a spectator to this embarrassing scene. Everyone watched as Elma’s face was overcome with an extreme mixture of relief and shame. It took her almost two minutes to pinch off her stream. But the damage had been done. On the wooden floor was a golden lake about an inch deep that spanned about five feet in all directions and was beginning to spread. Next to Elma was Kobayashi who had failed to get clear in time and whose legs from the knee on down were now covered in Elma’s piss. “I’m so sorry,” cried Elma, doing her best to fight back the tears in the corners of her eyes. As Kobayashi got up, Elma half expected to be yelled at or slapped but was surprised when Kobayashi instead extended her hand to help her up.
“Are you feeling better now?” Kobayashi asked.
“How can you be so nice to me after everything that just happened?” sobbed Elma, hot tears streaming down the sides of her face.
“I’m not mad because there is nothing to be mad about. “Don’t worry about wetting yourself. It happens even to the best of us from time to time. Now let’s go get you cleaned up.” After Kobayashi helped her up, Elma began making her way to the bath. Kobayashi then turned her attention to Tohru and said, “As your punishment for attempting to leave Kanna alone with Fafnir, you’ll be cleaning up this mess.”
“But Miss Kobayashi…”
“No buts. Clean this up while I go help Elma.” And with that Kobayashi walked to the bath. Thus would start an interesting night that neither Elma, Kobayashi, nor Tohru would forget anytime soon.
To be Continued |
Author's Note: In all honesty, over the last several few months I've been having some serious writer's block coupled with motivation issues to the point where I have considered several times whether I should stop writing altogether. However, it came to my attention that I still have several stories that I started on this forum but never finished. Regardless of whether I try to write new stories or not in the future, my plan for now is to try to finish these unfinished ones. For this story, I originally meant for it to be told in two parts. However, as I was writing it, I have decided that it will be told in three. Here is the second part.
Part 2
Following her not so little accident in the hallway just minutes earlier, Elma was escorted into the bath area by Kobayashi. Elma quietly stood outside the doorway as she watched Kobayashi turn the bathtub facet on. As the tub began to fill with warm water, Kobayashi turned around and walked towards Elma. Putting a hand on the harmony dragon’s shoulder, Kobayashi said, “Put your dirty clothes in the basket outside the door. Also feel free to use whatever you need to get cleaned up. I’ll go get some towels and some pajamas for you to wear.”
“Pajamas?” questioned Elma. “Why not regular clothes?”
“Because you’re going to be spending the night,” answered Kobayashi
“I couldn’t possibly impose on you, especially after what I did to your hallway floor,” said the flustered dragon. “I think it would be best for everyone if I just get cleaned up and go home.”
“Sorry, but that’s not happening,” declared Kobayashi. “The snowstorm outside was just upgraded to a blizzard warning. All the trains and buses are being shut down as we speak.”
“But I’m a dragon,” replied Elma, “I can just fly home and…”
“Don’t be stupid,” interrupted Kobayashi with a hint of agitation in her voice. “Visibility is already low out there and its only supposed to get worse throughout the night. You’re staying the night with us and that’s final. Now get undressed and get cleaned up before you catch a cold.” With that, Kobayashi turned her back and prepared to walk away. She had only taken a few steps when she felt something tug on the back of her sweater. Looking back, she saw that Elma’s cheeks were coated with fresh tears and her nostrils were beginning to drip.
“Are you mad at me for what I did in the hallway?” asked the trembling dragon.
Kobayashi softly sighed and turned around to face Elma. Using the sleeve of her sweater, Kobayashi gently wiped the tears from Elma’s face and said, “I’m not mad. Like I said before, it was an accident. Now please go get cleaned up. I would feel terrible if you caught a cold or something.”
“Okay,” sniffled Elma. The harmony dragon watched as Kobayashi turned around and left. Elma then disrobed and walked into the bath area. By this point in time, the tub was nearly full. She quickly turned off the water, walked over to a stool near the shower head, sat down, and began rinsing the urine on her legs and inner thighs that had already begun to dry. All the while, she wondered how she would face her arch nemesis Tohru who would surely make fun of her for having wet herself in such a childish fashion.
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Back in the hallway, Tohru was almost halfway done with mopping up Elma’s urine puddle. Although in Tohru’s opinion, it was more of a lake. The dragon maid would have found the whole wetting incident even more hilarious were it not for the fact that she was being the forced to clean it up. “Why do I have to do this?” grumbled Tohru on her hands and knees as she mopped up the piss with some cleaning rags. Normally she would have used her magic to clean this up, but Tohru had a gut feeling that she would be scolded by Kobayashi if she used magic for this task. With the aroma of ammonia filling her nostrils, she angrily muttered to herself, “I had nothing to do with Elma soiling herself. If anything, Elma should be the one cleaning it.” As Tohru began to wring out the piss-soaked cloth over a bucket, she snapped, “Why couldn’t this be Miss Kobayashi’s pee? This is so unfair!!!”
“And what would you’d do if it were Miss Kobayashi’s pee?” grunted a voice behind her.
“Simple,” replied Tohru, “I would just lap it up with my tongue, being sure to savor every last drop of Miss Kobayashi’s juices.” By this point, the dragon maid had a perverted grin on her face and small glob of drool was forming on the side of her lower lip.
“Tohru!” grunted the extremely agitated voice. Looking back, Tohru saw that it was Kobayashi. Kobayshi had the throbbing vein on her forehead and the usual expression on her face that she wore whenever she was about to scold Tohru for misbehaving. “That’s disgusting,” she shouted.
“Not if it’s your juices,” cried Tohru. “I love you Miss Kobayashi and would do anything for you whether it was drinking your fluids, bathing you with my tongue, or…” Tohru paused for a moment, her cheeks beat red. “…Or consummating our love for one another.”
Kobayashi shook her head and uttered, “What am I going to do with you?”
“I know,” said Tohru excitedly, “we could…”
“I’m going to stop you right there,” interrupted Kobayashi as she began massaging her temple. “It’s been a long day so could you please keep your fantasies to yourself?” Before Tohru could say another word, Kobayashi turned her attention to Kanna who was now tugging on her pant leg with one hand and rubbing her eye with the other. Bending down to Kanna’s level, Kobayashi gently rubbed the top of the little dragon’s head and said, “I think it’s time for you to get ready for bed. If you hurry up, I’ll tuck you in.”
“Ok Miss Kobayashi. Goodnight Lady Tohru,” yawned the little dragon as she made her way to the room she shared with Tohru.
Once Kanna was gone, Kobayshi returned her attention to Tohru. “While you finish cleaning up here, I’m going to tuck Kanna into bed, get Elma a change of clothes, and then I’m going to take a bath.”
“I can join you if you want,” offered Tohru. “I’ll even wash your back for you.”
“I’m good,” replied Kobayashi.
“Okay,” muttered a dejected Tohru.
“Tohru, there is a couple things I want you to do for me though.”
“I’ll do anything Miss Kobayashi. Just name it and I’ll do it.”
“Well the first thing I want you to do is make dinner as we haven’t eaten yet.”
“Is there anything you want in particular?”
“Omurice would be good.”
“Can do,” smiled Tohru. “And what was the other thing?”
“I’m going to need to borrow a pair of your pajamas,” answered Kobayashi. As she looked at Tohru, she could tell that a big misunderstanding was about to take place. “They’re not for me,” clarified Kobayashi, “they’re for Elma.”
“But why would Elma need to borrow my pajamas if she is just going to go home after she gets out of the bath?” asked a curious Tohru.
“Because she’ll be spending the night,” replied Kobayashi.
“But why?” whined Tohru.
“Because the storm is getting bad and it wouldn’t be right to send her home in those conditions. Now will you let me borrow them or not?”
“Fine,” grumbled Tohru. “And I suppose you want me to make extra food just in case that gluttonous harmony dragon wants some too.”
“I wouldn’t necessarily call her gluttonous, but I think it would probably be a good idea,” said Kobayashi as she walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a couple cans of beer. As she closed the refrigerator door, she asked, “That wouldn’t be to much trouble would it?”
“Of course not,” smiled Tohru, “I’m already making food for two anyways so making it for a third won’t be a problem at all.” However, behind her smile Tohru was pissed at the fact that not only would she have to cook for her enemy but that her enemy would be spending the night and wearing her pajamas to boot. It just wasn’t fair. Of course Tohru couldn’t tell Kobayashi this as it would make her seem petty, not that she hadn’t acted this way in front of Kobayashi before.
Kobayashi walked over to Tohru and gently patted her on the head. “Thank you for being so mature about this Tohru. I owe you one.” As Kobayashi walked into Kanna’s room to tuck her in, she swore she could hear Tohru out in the hallway squealing in delight about something. Kobayashi simply shook her head and began rummaging through the closet for pajamas for Elma.
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Back in the bathroom, Elma was just finishing washing the soap off her breasts. She was just about to get up from the stool and into the bath when she thought she heard a noise behind her. Suddenly she felt something cold and metallic press up against her the side of her cheek. Without thinking, she lunged forward head first into the wall. “Oww!” she whimpered as she rubbed the bump that was beginning to grow on her head. Slowly turning her head, Elma saw that Kobayashi was standing behind her.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” said Kobayashi as she put the two beer cans in her hands down and walked over to her. “Are you hurt anywhere?”
“I just bumped my head, but other than that, I’m fine.” As Elma turned around, she noticed for the first time that Kobayashi was naked. “Why are you naked?” asked a shocked Elma scooting back a little. “Did you come to punish me for what I did?” Closing her eyes, she muttered, “If so, please be gentle.” Elma then felt something cold on her forehead. Opening her eyes, she saw that Kobayashi was extending one of the cans of beer to her. Elma took it from Kobayashi’s hand.
“Honestly, I’m starting to think that Tohru’s perverted thoughts are rubbing off on you,” sighed Kobayashi as she opened the second beer can. Taking a swig from the can, she said “I’m here because I need to clean up too. And I thought that since were both girls and all it wouldn’t be an issue if we bathed together.” She paused for a second before asking. “That doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“Not really,” said Elma as she looked down at the unopened beer in her hands. In all honesty, she had no desire to drink it as her bladder was still a little more than half full despite the piss lake she had created on Kobayashi’s hallway floor. What Kobayashi likely hadn’t realized was that dragons have bigger bladders, meaning they could store more urine than a human could. However, it also meant that it could take longer to completely empty. Normally a half full bladder would be nothing to Elma, but her not so little accident had weakened the flood gates to the point that another onslaught of raging water was inevitable.
“Do you want me to open that for you?” asked Kobayashi, snapping Elma out of her trance.
Not wanting to be rude, Elma replied, “Sure,” and handed the can over. Once the can was open, Elma quickly gulped it down. She could feel her bladder shriek in agony. Elma wanted to get up and make a mad dash for the toilet, but found herself too ashamed to admit that she still had to go especially after making such a big mess. Not wanting to think about it anymore, Elma slowly got to her feet and walked towards the bath.
Before Elma could get into the bath, Kobayashi asked, “Do you want me to wash your back for you?”
“Sure,” replied Elma as she sat on the stool. Less than a minute later, she could feel warm water running down her back, followed soon after by a soapy bath sponge. When Kobayashi was done, Elma returned the favor. As she rinsed Kobayashi’s back, Elma could feel her bladder muscles weakening. The moment she was done washing Kobayashi’s back, Elma quickly rushed over to the tub and plopped in. As she sat in the tub, she thought to herself “At least if my bladder gives out here, it won’t be a big deal.” Of course fate had other plans.
“Do you mind if I get in the bath with you?” asked Kobayashi a few minutes later. “My body’s kind of stiff and I could use a good soak.”
“Go ahead,” smiled Elma. However in her mind all she could think was “Don’t piss yourself. Don’t piss yourself. For the love all things good in this world do not piss yourself.”
“This bath water feels nice and warm,” said Kobayashi as she lowered herself in. Looking over at Elma, she noticed that the harmony dragon’s cheeks were bright red, and she was avoiding eye contact. The dragon girl also seemed to be fidgeting uncomfortably. After taking a couple of moments to try to figure out what was wrong, Kobayashi finally asked, “Elma, are you still upset about wetting yourself in the hallway.”
Elma nodded her head. “Of course I’m embarrassed,” she replied as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. By this point she couldn’t tell if the tears were from her shame and embarrassment, or from the pain emanating from her now swollen bladder. “Growing up I was always told that only babies and young children wet themselves. I am neither. I’m such a loser.”
“Elma you’re not a loser,” replied Kobayashi as she gave Elma a reassuring pat on the back. “Like I told you before, everybody has accidents every now and then. Even adults have them.”
“Have you wet yourself an adult?” sniffled Elma
“More times than I would like to say,” admitted Kobayashi. Part of her wished that she could stop the conversation there, but one look into Elma’s eyes told her that she needed to elaborate. Gulping down her last swig of beer, Kobayashi thought about how much she should reveal. “Back before Tohru came into my life, I used to go out drinking a lot with our coworker Takiya. There were nights where I came home so drunk that I would pass out on the couch or in my bed and wake up the next morning with a huge wet spot.”
“Did you ever have accidents when you were conscious?” asked Elma.
“A couple times when I was drunk and didn’t make it to the bathroom on time,” replied Kobayashi. Without thinking about it, she blurted “And those couple incidents happened only happened because I didn’t mistake something for a toilet.” The moment she said that, her face went beet red as she knew that Elma would want to know more.
“Does that mean you’ve peed places you shouldn’t have? Where?” asked the curious dragon.
“Lets see,” said Kobayashi as she racked her brain. “I’ve done it in the alley behind the bar that I frequent, in empty bottles, and one time in a beer can although all I succeeded in doing was making a mess. I’ve also peed in potted plants and trash cans. Hell, two weeks ago I came home so drunk that I dropped my pants and pissed in the kitchen sink.”
“Wow,” uttered Elma, now feeling a little bit better about her accident. Suddenly, the urge to pee hit her harder than before. It was in that instant she knew that even if she got out of the bath and dashed to the toilet, she would never make it. As she mulled over her options, she couldn’t help thinking how warm the water was. Then an idea hit her. With the bath water this warm, she thought that it would be highly unlikely that Kobayashi would notice if the water just so happened to get a little bit warmer.
Wanting to test her theory, Elma gave into her body’s urge and let out a small spurt of urine. She waited for Kobayashi to say something, but nothing happened. Elma let out a second squirt. Nothing. It wasn’t until the third squirt that something happened. Without warning, Kobayashi shot up out of the water. Elma knew she had been found out. She closed her eyes and waited for Kobayashi to yell at her. A few seconds past, but nothing happened.
Suddenly, the silence was broken with the words, “I need to pee.” Elma opened her eyes. The words had not come from her mouth. Turning her head, she saw that Kobayashi was now sitting on the edge of the tub with her legs hanging over the sides. Elma watched in shock as Kobayashi spread her legs and leaned back. Before the dragon knew what was happening, a small greenish yellow fountain spurted up from beneath Kobayashi. Elma watched as the stream crashed onto the tile floor before it was whisked away info a drain.
“Hey Elma,” said Kobayashi as she unleashed her waters on the bathroom floor, “why don’t you get up on the edge and piss with me?”
“But I don’t have to go,” lied the dragon.
“Of course you do,” replied Kobayashi. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be peeing in the bath.”
“How did you know?” asked an astonished Elma.
“Because you make me a weird face when you’re peeing. I noticed it when you soiled yourself earlier,” said Kobayashi. “Now get up here and have a pissing contest with me.”
Not wanting to make her mad, Elma slowly rose out of the bathwater and sat on the edge of the tub next to Kobayashi. Opening her legs just like Kobayashi did, Elma leaned back and allowed the dam to burst. “Is this okay?” asked the nervous dragon as she turned to face Kobayashi. It was at that moment that Elma noticed that Kobayashi’s face seemed kind of flushed like she was drunk. Of course Elma knew that Kobayashi wasn’t the type to get drunk off of just one beer. A split second later, she heard a rumbling sound and knew in an instant that Kobayashi hadn’t eaten anything. Just then Elma remembered something she had learned a while back about humans getting drunk easier on an empty stomach.
“Miss Kobayashi are you drunk?” asked the dragon.
“Course not,” laughed Kobayashi before hiccupping. “I’m just buzzed.” Kobayashi then looked down and saw that the stream coming out of Elma was thick, but had no distance. Instead it seemed to just create a dark yellow puddle on the bathroom tile. “How do you expect to beat me with a wimpy stream like that?” slurred Kobayashi. Before Elma could do anything. Kobayashi reached over with one hand and using her fingers spread Elma’s labia. In an instant Elma’s downward stream became a horizontal blast as piss sprayed almost four feet away.
“Now that’s how you do it,” laughed Kobayashi as she used her free hand to spread her own labia. While her stream didn’t shoot as far, it was equally as messy.
“Well at least this can’t get any worse,” Elma muttered to herself as she buried her face in her hands and she prayed for it to be over.
Suddenly the door to the bathroom swung open. “Miss Kobayashi, dinner’s ready,” called Tohru as she walked into the bathroom. Her jaw dropped at the sight of the two girls decorating the bathroom with their piss. About ten more seconds passed before both girls’ streams petered out into drops before ceasing altogether. “What the hell are you two doing!?” screamed the dragon maid.
“Miss Kobayashi got drunk and forced me to have a pissing contest with her,” whimpered Elma as she covered her crotch.
“I told you I’m just buzzed,” slurred Kobayashi. “Besides I don’t see why you’re complaining. You obviously won.” Kobayashi then stood up and began walking towards the door. “I’m going to get dressed. Can one of you clean this up?” And before either dragon could say anything more, Kobayashi stumbled out the door and closed it.
“DAMN IT!!!” screamed Tohru and she furiously stomped her foot on the ground. “Why does she never do that with me?” As Tohru was having her temper tantrum, Elma used the bath water to clean the piss droplets off her legs. Once she was done she got up and made her way over to the shower head. Just as she was about to turn it on, she felt a crushing grip on her shoulder. “And just what do you think you’re doing?” grunted Tohru.
“I was going to clean up the mess and…”
“Get out,” growled Tohru
“But I’m partially responsible for the mess so I should…”
“GET OUT!!!” roared Tohru. Elma did as she was told. Once Elma was gone, Tohru watched as the small pockets of urine drained away, leaving behind only a few droplets here and there. Unable to tell whose was whose, Tohru eventually used the shower head to wash the last of the evidence away. “I’ll make sure Elma pays for this,” said Tohru as she grinded her teeth. “When I’m done with her she’ll never come near this place again.” As thought after evil thought ran through her head, she began to cackle manically.
Suddenly she heard Kobayashi’s voice call out, “Tohru, where’s dinner?”
“Coming,” yelled Tohru as she prepared to go back to the kitchen where she would hatch the first of many diabolical plans to get back at Elma.
To be continued…. |
Happy (almost) spring! I've had three (maybe four) one-shots spinning around in my head for the past few weeks, so I thought I'd try to get one out. Thank you so much for reading!
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A Disney employee was waiting on the dock with Owen’s wheelchair. She smiled encouragingly as the 16-year-old clambered out of the boat from the Jungle Cruise and settled into the chair.
Owen’s parents, Neil and Jo Keating, and his siblings, 13-year-old Hunter and 8-year-old Emma followed. It was just past 11:30 in the morning, and they’d been at Magic Kingdom since a little before 9, on a much-anticipated family vacation that they’d been planning for over a year.
The fact that they were on the vacation was something of a miracle. Six months ago, Owen had started feeling absolutely awful – inexplicably exhausted all the time, drained from even the most minor of physical activity. Just at the start of his junior year of high school at that point, Owen had been horrified by his sudden lack of ability to keep up in class or on the field.
Owen had never been a superstar in sports or academics, but he was incredibly well-liked. Owen was the kind of kid who just never caused any trouble. He was polite but not obsequious, friendly but not cheesy. He was just the kind of guy who everyone wanted around and no one ever had to worry about.
So when, after nearly a month and several doctor’s visits, Owen was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome, it had been a blow. Suddenly, he couldn’t be relied on for much of anything. He took weeks off of school, struggling to keep up with his work online and at home. Sports and extracurriculars were out of the question. He couldn’t even help out with chores at home without taxing his limited stamina reserves.
For several months, it looked like Disney was going to be out of the question, even though most of the trip was already paid for. Owen had felt terrible, but the prospect of preventing his family from going on vacation only strengthened his resolve to get better. With every ounce of extra energy he had (which wasn’t a lot), he read up on CFS, looking online, reading research articles and clinical trials, and talking to doctors. Owen stopped trying to push himself through physical activity in an attempt to be “normal,” and instead focused on recovery, gently working back up to higher levels of exertion.
The plan worked and, in the new year, Owen managed to improve enough to go back to school. He still couldn’t play on any teams, and he and his parents were careful to monitor his activity and diet, but he was able to look and act far more like a typical high school student. After multiple promises not to exert himself too much – he’d use a wheelchair in the parks, he’d take breaks throughout the day – Owen finally got his doctor’s okay to go to Disney World.
So during spring break, in early March, the Keatings flew into Orlando. Jo had worked diligently in the preceding weeks to talk to Disney representatives and arrange accommodations. They’d have a rental wheelchair for Owen the entire time, both at the resort and in the parks, and, since he could transfer himself, there were no rides that he wouldn’t be able to access.
Owen had been ecstatic with relief. He’d already put his family through so much, with doctor’s appointments and changed schedules and just a general disruption of their lives. He didn’t know what he would have done if they’d had to cancel their vacation on account of him.
But even though the first morning had been gentle – just a few easy rides (well, most of the rides at Magic Kingdom were easy) – Owen wasn’t feeling great after climbing off the Jungle Cruise boat. The prior day of travel had taken a toll, and, even in March, the rising Florida heat was threatening his comfort.
Back out in the sun, Owen’s vision swam a bit. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the first prickles of a headache creeping up the base of his skull. He’d barely even done anything; how could he be tired already?
With effort, Owen directed his attention to his family’s conversation. Jo and Emma were happily discussing the guide’s jokes from the Jungle Cruise, with Neil eagerly supplying his own themed puns. Hunter, as usual, didn’t contribute much, but did let a little excitement slip through when the topic switched to their next destination.
Space Mountain.
Owen shuddered, then instantly hoped that no one noticed. Luckily, for the first time in months, none of the attention seemed to be on him. It was exactly what he had hoped for.
They were all acting just like a normal family.
No one was fretting or asking if he was OK. Emma wasn’t nervously wringing her hands, old enough to be worried, but too young to really understand how to help. Hunter wasn’t ducking his head, seemingly desperate to be anywhere but around his weak embarrassment of a brother.
So Owen smiled. He looked down at his watch and confirmed what he’d thought; if they were heading to Space Mountain, then it was almost lunchtime. They’d go on the ride and then find somewhere to eat and rest.
Taking deeper breaths, Owen took stock of his body, just like his therapist had taught him. He had a tiny headache, but it wasn’t too bad. He felt a little tired – enough to know that he likely wouldn’t be able to walk very far right now – but not enough to make him slump over in the chair. He was sweating a bit, but they’d be inside soon, where it would be cooler. And he had to pee, but only in the normal, late-morning way, nothing urgent.
As they crossed into Tomorrowland, Owen perked up a bit. It had been years since he’d ridden Space Mountain for the first time, but the giant, white structure hadn’t changed. Their passes would let them skip the long line, he’d enjoy the ride, and then he’d get to take a bit of a break.
The inside of the building was blessedly dark and cool. Owen inhaled deeply, grateful for the air conditioning. Shelter from the bright, warm sunlight made him much more confident in his decision to saying nothing about how he was feeling.
Of course, in nearly the same moment that Owen started to feel more comfortable, his wheelchair hit a small bump on the floor, jostling his body and, more importantly, his bladder. It wasn’t drastic – he didn’t leak or anything – but he was reminded, for the billionth time in the past 6 months, that his body was not his own. He couldn’t just excuse himself to run to the bathroom; he’d have to ask his dad to take him after the ride, or at least hope that someone else in the family suggested a bathroom stop on the way to lunch.
The FastPasses worked as promised, and the family strolled past the standard line, scanning their bands and turning off to the side to the accessible entrance. They came out on the opposite side of the tracks as the other people in line, an attentive ride attendant ready to help them into the seats.
Owen smiled and responded with the appropriate level of excitement when the attendant asked if he was ready, but he cringed internally when he stood to transfer into the car. It wasn’t that he was hurt or sore; he still just hated the idea of what other people thought seeing a generally healthy-looking teen boy stand up from a wheelchair. People in wheelchairs shouldn’t just be able to get up on their own and slide into a roller coaster car, not if they were getting special, line-skipping treatment at Disney World.
There were enough challenges being sixteen without having an invisible illness.
There were six seats in each car, all one behind the other, so the Keatings got a car all to themselves. Emma was giggling nervously, and Neil was grinning like a kid. Nestled into the seat with the lap bar pulled down, Owen felt the old tug of impending thrill. He’d always loved roller coasters, and even though he knew that Space Mountain was nothing compared to the 400-foot behemoths that now graced amusement parks around the world, it was still the most intense ride the Magic Kingdom had to offer. Given his current low-level headache and weariness, Owen figured that a comparatively gentle roller coaster was the way to go.
The car slowly rolled forward, and another attendant double-checked the security of the lap bars. With a final thumbs-up, the attendant set off the ride.
For the first few seconds, Owen grinned. The ride wasn’t too fast, and the light and sound effects were rife with cheesy, outdated ideas of futurism.
But then, the car sped up, whizzing around curves. It still wasn’t particularly fast, but the darkness amplified the twists, leaving Owen to be jerked around with every rise, drop, and change of direction. In moments, he found himself pushing down a rising sense of nausea. He closed his eyes, a near-universal reflex against motion sickness.
The ride seemed to drag on. All Owen could do was try to breathe evenly and pray that it would end soon. He’d get to relax as soon as the ride was over. He could go to the bathroom, he could get something to eat, he could stay inside for a bit…
After far too many seconds of breathing and silently begging, the car slowed to a stop. Nearly overcome with relief, Owen forced his eyes open and twisted his face into a smile at the beaming attendant waiting with his chair.
Through some miracle, Owen was able to climb out of the car and stumble into the waiting chair with at least a little bit of grace. At least, no one in his family seemed to notice the fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. Rather, they were chatting excitedly again, caught up in the Disney magic and already planning their next rides and attractions.
No one seemed to catch onto the fact that Owen was taking deep, gulping breaths, fiercely trying to quell the churning in his stomach. Neil was pushing Owen’s chair faster than was strictly comfortable, but Owen decided that speed was probably in his best interest. They’d just get to one of the restaurants, and then a bathroom, and then…
Owen’s train of thought was cut off by an overwhelming burst of sunlight. They had stepped outside, and the heat and brightness sent Owen reeling.
“Lunch time!” Jo called cheerfully. “Where do we want to go? Owe-“
Owen’s mother cut herself off, having looked at her eldest son, who was ghostly pale and slumped in his chair.
“Owen! Neil, stop!”
Neil had already stopped pushing, but he put the brakes on Owen’s chair and crouched over his son, trying to get the teen’s attention.
“Owen? Bud, what happened?”
But Owen barely heard his parents calm but urgent pleas. His vision was blurred, and his head lolled to the side. He was so hot, and the sun was too bright, even through his closed eyes. He wanted - needed – to lay down, but he didn’t have the strength to ease himself out of the wheelchair. Not that the thought of lying on the asphalt in the middle of Magic Kingdom was particularly tempting.
A third voice joined the chorus of Owen’s parents. Through the vertiginous haze, Owen realized that a worker must have approached them to see what was wrong. He caught snippets of his parents explaining CFS and the worker offering medical services.
“…rooms…”
“…orthostatic intolerance…”
“…must have pushed him too hard…”
No, thought Owen, utterly unable to make his voice work, you didn’t push me too hard. This isn’t your fault.
As Owen mentally argued against his mother’s voiced guilt, he felt his chair start to move. He didn’t know where they were taking him, but he could still feel his heart pounding in his chest, sweat dripping down his spine.
And suddenly, sweat wasn’t the only thing dripping.
Without even realizing it, Owen had lost control over his bladder. Even through the heat of the air, he felt searing wetness spread from his crotch, twin streams of urine snaking down his inner thighs.
Owen was beyond powerless to stop himself from wetting. A low, pained whine rumbled in the back of his throat, the only reaction he was capable of.
Jo heard the pitiful noise and glanced down. Her face fell in both pity and concern. Owen had never wet himself during an episode before. It was likely that she was right, and the extent of heat and activity had just been too much for him, but she was still worried about what a loss of bladder control might mean about Owen’s illness and ability to recover. Both physically and emotionally.
Owen, his eyes still closed against the sunlight and motion, didn’t see his mother’s distress. Any part of him that wasn’t focused on trying to breath in enough oxygen to stay conscious was caught up in a storm of mortification. As Neil pushed the chair forward as quickly as he could without jostling, Owen felt a pool of urine slosh back between his legs, unable to soak into the plastic seat material.
Just as Owen felt his accident dribble to a stop, a blast of air conditioning made him gasp. They were inside somewhere, somewhere quiet and out of the painfully bright sun.
Still, it wasn’t until Owen felt strong arms under his arms and knees lift him onto a bed or cot or something that he figured out they must have brought him to a behind-the-scenes clinic. Disney had everything, after all.
Finally flat on his back, Owen instantly felt his nausea start to dissipate. The combination of cooler temperature, lack of sunlight, and soft pillow acted as a tonic, and Owen felt his heart rate slow.
After a minute or so of lying still, Owen felt settled enough to turn on his side and curl into a slightly more comfortable position. He opened his eyes into slits, taking in his surroundings.
As he’d suspected, he was on a hospital-style bed in what looked to be a very calm emergency room. The bed was against a wall, with a curtain hanging at the foot, presumably to be drawn around the bed for privacy. His parents were standing hear his head, talking to a nurse who Owen hadn’t heard approach. Hunter and Emma were standing off to the side, Emma biting her lip and Hunter standing with his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched. Owen couldn’t see his face, but he was sure his younger brother was irritated, at best.
Owen closed his eyes again, this time to shield from the shameful view of what he’d done to his family. He hated being such a burden, such a barrier to a normal vacation, a normal life. He pressed his eyelids down, trying to hold back the film of tears that had gathered.
He’d already ruined his family’s day. The least he could do was not be a big baby on top of it.
Jo had seen the movement in her son, though. She paused her conversation with the nurse.
“O? How are you feeling, honey?”
Owen blinked his eyes open and tried to give his mom a reassuring look. “Better,” he croaked. “Laying down helps.”
The nurse smiled. “I’m just gonna take some of your stats to see if we need to do anything else. Is that OK?”
“Mm-hmm.” Owen held out his arm for the blood pressure cuff. No one said anything yet about his accident, but in the air conditioned room, his wet shorts were chilly against his thighs.
As the nurse wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Owen’s arm, he saw Hunter approach their dad, muttering something into Neil’s ear. Neil nodded, and Hunter turned and walked out of the room, not looking at Owen.
Owen closed his eyes again as the blood pressure cuff eased. His brother couldn’t even stand being in the same room as him.
“Ninety over sixty,” the nurse informed Jo and Neil. “A bit low, but that’s to be expected. His color is coming back, so I don’t think we need to start an IV.”
Jo smiled in relief, grateful for the confirmation that Owen would be OK.
“I’m going to go file some paperwork.” The nurse looked over at Emma. “But maybe I could take this princess to find some lunch for everyone?”
Emma grinned hesitantly. She’d been scared by Owen’s crash, and now that the nurse had said he wasn’t too sick, she was ready to get back to vacation. She glanced over at her parents, who nodded their assent, and Emma happily skipped off with the nurse.
Hearing his sister leave, Owen chanced to open his eyes again. Neil and Jo were talking quietly, trying to figure out what to do.
“Should I just take him back to the hotel?” Jo asked.
“Do you think moving him is the best idea?” Neil countered.
“Would they even let us stay here?”
“Maybe, but he’s gonna need a change of clothes. We can’t leave him in wet shorts.”
Owen squeezed his eyes shut, curling on the bed. A single tear slipped out of the corner of his right eye, trickling sideways down toward his temple on the pillow.
“I could go back to the hotel and get him clean clothes,” Jo offered. “But that might take awhile, and you and the kids would have to stay here and wait for me. I don’t want to ask the medical staff to stay with Owen if neither of us are here.”
“Well, let’s wait until Hunter and Emma get back, and we’ll figure out what we can do.” Neil’s voice, like Jo’s, stayed low and muttering, but in the silent, sterile clinic, Owen could hear every word.
He wanted to sink into the bed and disappear. Well, more accurately, he wanted to not be sick. He wanted to be a regular sixteen-year-old, not one who couldn’t even ride a basic roller coaster without spazzing out and pissing himself.
“Lunch time!” Emma chirped brightly, having returned with the nurse and a tray full of burgers and fries. A second staff member followed with an armful of bottled water.
Owen opened his eyes at the sound of his little sister’s voice, trying to smile and now look at miserable and useless as he felt.
“Oh, this looks great!” Jo cooed. “Thank you so much!”
Emma beamed. “We went the secret way!”
The nurse smiled. “We only show our must trustworthy princesses the secret passageways to the kitchens.” She set the tray down on a small table, and Emma reached for the food.
“OK, sweetie, let’s just wait for Hunter,” Jo cautioned.
“I’m here.” Hunter slunk into the room, holding a merchandise bag down by his side.
Jo and Neil exchanged a look, indicating that whatever Hunter had whispered to Neil, it hadn’t involved shopping.
“Hey, honey,” Jo said, questioning, but Hunter walked right past her.
“Here,” he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of brightly-colored board shorts, patterns with little Mickey Mouses, plus a pair of pinstriped boxers.
Owen looked up at his brother, too stunned and still too tired to lift his head from the pillow. He opened his mouth to thank him, but Hunter, having handed his brother the clean clothes, had already turned away and joined Emma to dig into the cheeseburgers.
Owen was dazed. He hadn’t put a lot of thought into where Owen went, but he never would have guessed that the teen had somehow left to find clean clothes for him. As Owen was trying to make sense of this unexpected kindness, his mom drew the curtain around the bed, and the nurse passed in a wet cloth.
“Do you need help, sweetie?” Jo whispered.
Blushing, Owen started to shake his head, but decided against any extra movement of his still-aching cranium. “No,” he murmured. “I can do it.”
He wasn’t actually 100% sure he had the energy to clean himself and change into the dry clothes, but he was 200% sure that he couldn’t bear the thought of his mother wiping down his naked privates, cleaning off dried urine. Not after everything else.
Jo slipped back out through the curtain, and Owen gingerly rolled onto his back. He was, admittedly, feeling loads better, but he knew excess movement would set him back. Positioning his feet and hands, he pressed his hips off the bed and managed to pull down his soaked shorts and underwear in one motion. He had the presence of mind to pull his phone out of the pocket and set it beside him on the bed.
Even that effort had Owen sweating. He took his time, trying not to think about how humiliating it was to have to take so long to clean himself up after an accident. Still, it was better than having someone help him. Slowly, carefully, he wiped himself down with the cloth left by the nurse and slid into the new boxers and shorts. With what he was sure was the last of his functional energy, he crumpled up his wet shorts and stuffed them into the bag that Hunter had left.
Completely spent – and hating himself for it – Owen sunk back into the pillow, breathing through his mouth. It had probably only been about 20 minutes since they’d ridden Space Mountain, but Owen felt like he’d aged several years. He was exhausted, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to join his siblings in the park for the rest of the afternoon, but he yearned to fix things, to somehow claw back some of the dignity he’d lost by wetting his pants in the middle of Disney World.
“Hey, sweetie.” Jo pulled back the curtain to check on her son. “You all set?”
“Yeah,” Owen breathed, unable to respond in any more detail.
“Good,” Jo stroked his hair. “The nurse said we can stay here as long as we need, so you can rest. Your dad will take Hunter and Emma back outside to go on more rides and stuff.”
Owen hummed reflexively, relieved that his siblings wouldn’t be stuck in the clinic with him.
Jo smiled sadly. She still felt guilty for not being more attentive to Owen, but she knew the best thing for him now was to rest.
“I’ll be right here, OK, hun? If you need anything, just call.”
“Uh-huh,” Owen whispered, curling up on his side. He knew he’d probably sleep the whole afternoon.
But as Jo closed the curtain again, Owen reached for his phone. He could barely keep his eyes open, and he couldn’t move more than a tiny bit at a time, but he just had to do something.
Thanks
Owen sucked in a breath, staring at his phone screen. After a moment, the three dots appeared, showing that Hunter was texting him back.
np
Owen let out the breath that he’d been holding. He hadn’t even really expected a response from the 13-year-old, but he was emboldened by the quick answer and the enhanced sense of privacy from being surrounded by a curtain.
No I mean it. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t done that, and I don’t think Mom and Dad knew either.
Another pause, this one longer, and more dots.
I just asked a worker if they had shorts in the store. Nbd. Its what brothers do
Owen’s eyes filled with tears. He didn’t know if was making things worse by texting, but he’d opened the tap of everything he hadn’t felt able to say to his younger brother for the past six months.
Yeah, but I’m your older brother. You shouldn’t have to take care of me.
U shouldn’t have 2 b sick. Life sux sumtimes
Owen nearly gasped. When had his little brother become so wise?
Despite the creeping, insistent exhaustion, Owen felt emotionally better than he had in months. Hunter didn’t hate him. Yeah, things sucked, but his family didn’t blame him, not really.
Owen had the ghost of a smile on his face as he typed out his last text.
Yeah, well, I’ll pay you back for the clothes.
His phone vibrated one more time before much-needed sleep took over.
ya u will :) |
This is a reboot of my old story, still follows Liz as she adventures around as a paladin but I wanted to kind of start over with her finding a different friend.
Edit: Also, featuring Ayla, a character by Clom
The sound of a river flowing is quite possibly one of the most serene effects nature can provide you. A steady sound that is passive and quiet, yet inexorable. The flow of a river cannot be stopped except by the most drastic of measures. But even then, the river will simply find a new path which it can flow, and as such, that peaceful sound will never truly die.
I kneel down in the grass and scoop some water into my hands and take a drink. I’ve been traveling the road for three days now and I feel exhausted. Part of me wants nothing more than to go back to an abbey bed and rest. Sleeping on the ground for this long… it takes a lot out of you.
I take my final drink and then splash some of the cold water across my face. “Don’t dwell on what has already happened”, Father Matthew would tell me, “Instead, look to ensure that it will not happen again.” There is wisdom in his words, of course, but it’s never that simple. I could run back now, probably inquire around New Leaf town and track Nymeria down, pledge my love to her and we’d live happily ever after. Yet I cannot bring myself to move. No… instead I sling my shield over my shoulder and follow the river north.
It is then that I hear the sounds of battle. Somewhat of a welcome change to all this dreary traveling. I rush forward, following the sounds. There, by the rivers edge, not more than a hundred meters away, I see a man and a woman fighting off a pack of goblins.
The woman is cloaked– she seems to be taking care to hide her appearance as that hood of hers is much too great. The man, however, though he bears no armor or crest, has a rather magnificent greatsword. The way in which he cleaves through the goblins is both savage and graceful. He is a knight. From his stance alone, I can gather that much. There is too much discipline– too much purpose and dignity in his movements.
“Ho there, goblin menace! Fret not, for I shall bring your meager existences to their end in good time! Justice does not discriminate in its selection!”
Then I see it. A small staff of iron in the woman’s hands. She casts a small bolt of fire at leaping goblin, preventing it from latching onto the knight. But still, the numbers they face are quite extreme. As a paladin, it is my duty to aid such travelers.
I draw my weapons and charge in.
“Well met, my ally!” The man says as he cleaves another goblin. “The situation is well in hand but another fighter would bring a swift end to this conflict!”
“I couldn’t agree more!” I yell.
Goblins are hardly warriors. It would take at least ten to be match for the lowilest squire of Arcadian soldiers. Yet it was becoming well known that the Mountain Kingdom of Ralion was having increasing troubles with controlling the goblin population. The further north you traveled, the greater the risk of a goblin raid.
Still, between two trained knights and a mage of unknown power, even this group of… what was it? Twenty goblins? Thirty? They were no match for us. I’d give details of the battle but it was so simple and quick that it would be a dull and repetitive account.
“That was a strangely large party.” the man sighs. “I’ve never seen them attack in groups of more than five at a time.”
“Have the elves of Ralion truly been unable to get a handle on them?”
“It would seem they cannot.” the man sheathes his large blade and extends his hand to me. “I am Malcolm. A mercenary and adventurer in these parts! I would offer you reward but I’m afraid I have no funds until my assignment is over.”
“Are you both unharmed?” I ask.
The woman nods silently at me.
“Ah, yes, meet my quarry, Ser- um… Serene.” Malcolm says. “As you have seen, she has some skill in the arcane arts and seeks to make her way to the elven city in the mountains.
“Perhaps I could accompany you. I am a Paladin of Arcadia and it is my duty to help our citizens.”
“Ah, I thought I recognized your crest!” Malcolm says excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to meet a paladin! Your order is most gracious and prestigious!” he turns to Serene. “Well, I for one would welcome your help but the decision remains in the hands of my employer!”
“I cannot offer payment nor reward at this time.” Serene says. “But if you wish to assist us, I will not turn you away.”
“Very well.” I couldn’t quite place it, but there was something familiar about Serene. Barring the fact that she had the most beautiful face hidden beneath that hood, I couldn’t help but feel I had seen her somewhere before.
“Will you bestow upon us your own name, fair paladin?” Malcolm asks.
“Liz-“ I pause. A brief surge of pain goes through my heart. “Elizabeth Gallagher.”
“A most beautiful name!” he declares, then points towards the mountains. “Now then, let us continue to the land of Ralion!”
I couldn’t help but grin at Malcolm’s character. Ever the optimist, and the way his long, golden bangs flowed in the wind, and the way he carried himself- shoulders raised, and a confident grin on his face. He was like a hero from a song of legend. He reminded me a lot of someone I knew in the order of Paladins.
Eastern Arcadia was a lot different from the west. Where on the west you have many green, rolling hills and plenty of trees, the east was more golden grasslands and farms. Largely flat but that made it much easier to patrol for the knights. You can get much better lines of sight on the land. If there was trouble to be found, you would find it easily.
And that’s when we saw it. Over near the castle, a great deal of smoke began to rise from the Darkwood. One of Arcadia’s most important sources of wood was giving off frightening levels of smoke, one might think there was a dragon attack.
“Please don’t tell me that’s where Robin and his troop headed.” Serena sighed.
“Very well!” Malcolm said with unnecessary enthusiasm, “I shall not tell you, my liege!”
“Robin?” I asked.
“Aha!” Malcolm said, “A compatriot of ours who led an expedition against a supposed necromancer that was hiding in that forest. I guess… things went awry.”
“Knowing that group, they probably set fire to it on purpose.” Serene commented.
“Ahahah… I suppose it’s possible…”
“Who is he?” I ask.
“A pretty big guy with a pretty big axe!” Malcolm grinned, “Helped us out a few days ago!”
“Malcolm.” Serene gave the mercenary an odd stare, but the blonde-haired man helplessly shrugged his shoulders.
“I can’t lie about it.”
“You don’t need to volunteer unnecessary information either.” She looked at me. “We encountered him a bit earlier, he pulled us out of a tight spot, along with a few other adventurers.”
“We were attacked by a servant of Mephistopheles.” Malcolm added.
“Malcolm!”
“Forgive me, my liege,” Malclom pulled his bangs away from his eyes, “but even as an initiate, I believe she has a right to know the truth. She may even be able to help us.”
I swallow and press my legs together. Once again, I have to pee, but such urges will have to wait. Mephistopheles was the Lord of Hell who had supposedly tried to wipe out humanity ages ago. As a paladin, it was my sworn duty to combat him and his followers.
“Suffice it to say,” Malcolm explained, “We are not who we say we are. Serene is a high ranking official from Tripoli who has been targeted by a powerful warrior serving Mephistopheles. It was my job to move her to a safe location with secrecy being our defense.”
“Then what I suspected was true,” I say, “you are an Arcadian Paladin.”
Malcolm nodded. “This assassin is not to be trifled with, Elizabeth. He wields tremendous power and cannot be killed. I saw him return to life after being slain in a most brutal fashion.”
“What does he want?” I ask.
“Serene’s life.” Malcolm answers. “Beyond that, we are unsure.”
“Not entirely true.” Serene added, “He tried to take the King’s life as well.”
“The King!?” I gasp. I didn’t realize things were so dire. I almost felt bad leaving the capital. Had I stayed behind, perhaps I could have helped defend against attack. Paladins are a cut above the typical soldiers and knights, you see. Blessed by God, we are literally given the power to smite evil with holy light. This is not some religious allegory or obscure analogy. We can generate a brilliant light from our weapons and bring it upon unholy foes just in case “dead” isn’t dead enough.
So for a single warrior to fend off a paladin… I am given pause.
“Yes… you were fortunate to evade my sword… but not this time.” A strange and deep voice seems to echo through the fields. Serene and Malcolm immediately ready their weapons, a look of terror on their faces.
Then I see it. Atop a nearby hill… a man. White hair… clad in black leather armor… holding a large, crimson sword in one hand.
“I suspected you would flee to Ralion in order to warn the elven king… but I did not expect you to bring such a small entourage.” His face is unwavering. The man knows he is in a position of power, but he emits no satisfaction or enmity. His gaze is cold and uncaring. We are merely a job to him.
“Who are you!?” I ask, drawing my sword and shield.
“I am Camus, servant of Mephistohples.” He does not look at me. “And with the blood of each royal family, I shall complete the ritual to bring the Prince into this world.”
“Have you gone completely mad!?” Malcolm shouts. “He’ll enslave every free race in the world!”
“Yes, he will bring order to this chaotic world once again, but that is not my concern.” Camus replies. “My job is only to gather the blood.” He leaps off of the hill and lands before us. His red eyes pierce even my armor, as if my power means nothing in the face of his. And for a brief moment… I understand. I’m going to die. It terrifies me… but I accept it. To protect my home… to protect my family… I would gladly give up my life. That is the hallmark of a paladin.
I charge. I know it will likely mean my death, but I press my attack. I keep my shield close to my chest to protect against counterattack… but it means nothing to this man. He plunges his sword into the ground, sending violet pulses of energy towards Malcolm and I. We are knocked off our feet almost instantly.
Camus walks towards the robed woman. “Now… Princess Serena… you will die.”
I regain my bearings, get up and attack again. That woman was the princess of Arcadia? Then there was no time for weakness. I had to stop this man.
But he effortlessly deflects my attacks. Each strike of my blade is parried… and when he chooses to go onto the offensive, I am desperately trying to block his attacks with my shield. My body is moving almost entirely on instinct, my shield arm moving to stop his relentless slashes.
That’s when Malcolm gets up and strikes with his greatsword. The pressure is taken off of me, and my bladder reminds me that it needs relief. Could have picked a better time.
But I can’t let them die. I channel all my power into my sword and lash out against Camus. And there it is. He tries to deflect my thrust but it slips through his guard and pierces his left side, followed by a brilliant flash of light.
He grunts as he leaps back, clutching his wound. But I don’t give him room to breathe. I attack again. And again. His blocks are a little more shaky now that he’s wounded.
“A lucky hit… you won’t get lucky again!” He growls.
“Malcolm!” I say “Take the princess and run!”
“But-“
“I’ll hold him here! Get away!”
They both seem to understand. They run towards the mountains, leaving Camus and I to face each other.
“Surely you know that you cannot match my power. Do you truly believe you can defeat me?”
“Either way, I’m not gonna stop until I’m dead!”
“How very noble of you,” Camus says without emotion, “Then I shall endeavor to end our match swiftly.”
I’m not sure what happened. I gave it my all. I used divine protection spells and smites of all kinds to try to fend him off but I could sense Camus was holding back. His attacks were bizarre. If not unorthodox attacks, he would add in strange magical attacks to keep me at range. Only a few minutes passed but it felt like hours. I was losing. With each blow I took, my life felt that much closer to its end.
But I ignored it. There were people I needed to protect. I ignored the pain in my body. I ignored the protests of my bladder. All that mattered was stopping this man from killing our princess.
Finally, I’m sent flying by another strange magical attack. I crash land hard onto my back. I’ve lost my sword and my shield, so I pull out a knife I keep hidden in my boot. But I look to the north first. At last, Malcolm and Serena have disappeared over the horizon, and I know I’ve accomplished my mission. A sense of relief goes about me, and I suddenly become aware of the pain in my body. Camus stands over me with his weapon poised to strike, and I prepare myself for the blow.
I hear the sound of a metal object cutting through the air. Camus jumps back… and the world begins to grow dark
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When I awaken, the first thing I realize is how bad I have to pee. My entire lower area aches with the feeling of needing to take a leak. But as I open my eyes, I’m greeted by sight of a young girl with fiery hair playing her violin next to a campfire. It’s night now. My body still hurts, but the edge has been taken off.
The girl noticed me as I sit up. Her music ceases as she looks at me.
“Oh… hi.” she says.
“Hello.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Better.” I say. “What happened?”
“That man attacked you. You lost consciousness from your wounds. You were bleeding pretty badly around your left leg.”
I look down. I’m not wearing my trousers anymore. Only my panties below the waist, but there is a bandage there.
“I used a bit of magic to heal what I could,” the girl says, “but I am not well versed in the healing arts. "The names Addilyn Tsereteli, but most just call me Ayla." The girl gives a bow like a bard on his closing performance, slow and elegant.
“I am Elizabeth. I am a paladin of Arcadia.” I rise to my feet, searching for my pants. “So what happened to the white-haired man?”
“He fled. Seems that deflecting my arcane arrows was more trouble than it was worth for him.”
“You should have pursued.” I say with a hint of anger. “He was trying to kill someone. Now he may succeed.”
Ayla looks at the ground silently.
“I… I’m sorry. You couldn’t have known that. I’m grateful for what you’ve done for me so far.”
She gives a single nod. Then she points behind me. “Your pants are over there if you want to put them on. Sorry I had to take them off to get to your wound.”
“Ah, it’s no trouble. I understand.” As I stand up, however, my bladder sends another unfriendly reminder. I stop in my tracks, pondering what I should do. It’s gotten pretty bad now, and I really don’t want to keep holding it. I even consider just pulling my smallclothes to the side and letting it out where I stand.
But I could never do that in front of someone else. I withdraw the idea as quickly as I conjured it. Was there any cover nearby? I look around, but we’re still out in the fields. There were a few patches of grass I could maybe squat down into, but Ayla would definitely figure out what it was I’d be doing.
So to the dismay of bladder, I choose to continue holding it. I walk over and put my trousers back on, hoping to God that they don’t have to endure my urine again.
“So who was that guy?”
“Someone too powerful even for me.” I say with humility. “It will likely be someone else who has to slay him.”
“Have you been a paladin long?”
“I’m newly graduated,” I say, “But I’ve been an initiate for about four years.”
Ayla grinned slightly. “Must be nice going on adventures and helping people all the time.”
“It has its perks and its downfalls.” I reply, thinking of my encounter with Nymeria in the forest. I’m starting to sway back and forth in place now. It’s getting increasingly difficult to remain still. “And what is your profession?” I asked.
“I’m just… exploring the world.” Ayla answers. “I come from Drogoth.”
“I didn’t realize there were human settlements there.” I say. If you thought Arcadia was rife with danger, then Drogoth is something out of nightmares. A largely untamed land due to the presence of large creatures, such as harpies, large spiders, and the occasional giant. Monsters and savage creatures ruled that area. Few dared to travel through it, though I’ve heard that Arcadian outlaws sometimes flee there.
And that gave me pause about Ayla. She wasn’t… she couldn’t be… was she?
“Yes, I came from a small village there. It wasn’t the most luxurious life, but we made do. I guess I just… wanted more. So I left to seek my own adventure. Is that weird?”
I shake my head. “I became a paladin for similar reasons.”
“Not to serve the church? Or justice?”
“I wanted to help people.” I explained. “I wanted to be the change this world needed– to fight off the evils of this realm and help people to live another day safely. But after today… I’m starting to realize how tall of an order that truly is.”
Ayla nodded. “This world does indeed have elements to it which surpass our abilities. I’ve heard terrifying tales of dragons and other such monsters which rule the south and the north. Though it would be quite the tale, I don’t know if I have the power or courage to face such a beast.”
I had forgotten about that. Dragons. They’re believed to predate even the earliest human and elven settlers. The only thing that seems to keep them from annihilating us mere mortals are their isolationist mentalities… or each other.
However, I had more pressing concerns. If Ayla was indeed a criminal… I had to know. So I asked her, and not discreetly.
She gives me an annoyed look, as if I just sullied her entire character. “I have never once committed a crime that would warrant such a dastardly consequence! In fact-“ she gives me a puzzled look. “Are you… okay?”
I realize now that my legs are crossed and I’m bouncing where I stand. I have to pee so badly. The conversation was serving as a distraction but I start to come to the realization that I just can’t hold it any longer.
“I… really have to pee.” The words fall out of my mouth like rocks upon a slope.
“A-Ah… I see…” Ayla blushes a bit. “Well… I’ll just turn away. Do your business wherever you like.”
She averts her gaze from me and I move into a patch of grass. As I squat down, I realize it wasn’t nearly as much cover as I had hoped it would be. I pull my trousers down and it would be very easy for someone to see my exposed body. But I just… can’t… hold it.
I stand up slightly so I’m in more of a partial squat, sticking my… uhm… back end… out a bit. And I release. By the Lord, I can’t believe how much noise it makes as I pee on the hard dirt below. The last time I squatted all the way down, though, I ended up peeing on my boots. All I can think about, however, is that I really hope Ayla isn’t looking at me in this incredibly humiliating position.
Ten seconds pass. Twenty seconds.
“Wow, you really had to go, didn’t you?” Ayla calls out.
“I’m really sorry…”
“It’s no trouble.” Ayla says awkwardly. “Maybe next time don’t hold it in for so long?”
“I’ll try…”
Can my body please stop producing urine now? This is embarrassing enough as it is! But it just… keeps… going.
After what felt like a full minute, I feel the stream die down. It’s over. I give my lady parts a quick wipe with my hand and pull my trousers back up.
“I’m really sorry about that.”
Ayla chuckled a bit. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”
“I know, I just… feel really self-conscious about doing it in front of other people.” I walk over and sit next to the fire, just staring at the flames, trying to forget about how embarrassed I felt. It reminded me of a past incident I had.
“So tell me more about being a paladin!” Ayla suddenly asked, leaning towards me. “You must have had some interesting tales and adventures!”
“Like I said, I was only recently inducted,” I say, “Most of what I encountered was just dealing with petty thievery and drunken brawls. Rarely do I see anything as exciting as a good bandit raid.” She looked at me with an eager expression. I could tell Ayla wanted to hear a more dashing tale, but the truth was that I was a novice adventurer. I didn’t have any grand tales to share. So I just helplessly shrug and give her an awkward smile.
“Well…” Ayla started to draw a circle in the dirt with her finger. “I did hear about a bounty that was posted on a few rebels in the area. They’ve been raiding farms and taking supplies apparently.”
“Really!?” I say with shock and enthusiasm.
“Maybe we could take it on together?”
I nod. “I’m not interested in the reward, of course! I simply want to help my people!”
Ayla grinned. “Of course.”
I couldn’t help but smile back. I found a real friend out here in the wilderness. We both woke up a bit too early the next morning. The sun hadn’t even broken over the horizon. But the childish grins on our faces were evident to all. We were two young adventurers about to take on our first real quest as a team. |
Here's part of a fic I'm writing on fimfiction.net. Readers are fussier about quality there. The ending was inspired by a comment on a derpibooru picture of her wetting herself. The commenter said they'd be quite interested to read the story I'd make out of it and I hope I don't disappoint them.
The character here is Wallflower Blush of the Equestria Girls movie, Forgotten Friendship. I may not have seen a whole lot of it (skimming the beach scenes for one of my tamer yet weird interests), but I know how Wallflower's story goes. I may have exaggerated just how "invisible" she is to everyone.
Wallflower's Invisible Wetting
At first, today seemed like a regular day for Wallflower Blush. She got out of bed, got dressed, had her breakfast, and went to school. Once she got there, no one noticed her, as usual.
However, as she began her first class, she realized she had not used the bathroom this morning. She needed to pee.
At first, she was sure she could hold it. She didn't have to go that bad. She fidgeted slightly in her seat. As the class progressed, her bladder was gradually filling up, and she became more uncomfortable. Although, she was able to get her mind off it a little because they were studying plants.
She made it through her science class without much trouble, but not long into her second class, she felt her urgency increase, due to the coffee she had drank this morning.
She didn't want her first big scene to be wetting her pants in front of the entire class. It would be an embarrassing first impression. She raised her hand.
The teacher didn't answer, continuing his history lecture.
Wallflower shook her hand a bit more. Most of the teachers of the school were generally good teachers who let their students use the bathroom. But, the teacher just didn't seem to notice her.
After a few minutes, she gave up and crossed her legs, fidgeting where she sat.
She suffered through the history lesson before the bell rang. Wallflower was thankful, for it meant recess.
To her dismay, all the stalls were taken. Wallflower held herself and did the pee dance. Another girl walked into the bathroom. Wallflower blushed at being seen in such a desperate state, but the girl did not seem to notice.
Eventually, the toilet flushed, and the occupant of the stall came out. Feeling relieved already, Wallflower walked toward the stall, but the other girl got in first.
"Um... that was mine," said Wallflower.
This happened a few more times before the bell rang. Feeling distressed that the relief she desperately needed had been denied, she ran to her third class, which was mathematics.
She fidgeted harder through this course. She really needed to go. Once again she raised her hand, but the math teacher ignored her.
She was barely able to focus on the work sheets, and her need to pee increased with each minute. Wallflower fidgeted harder, feeling the pee sloshing inside her.
When there were only fifteen minutes left in the class, her bladder finally gave out. Wallflower blushed beet red as she started to pee in her jeans, feeling the warm wetness on her crotch and butt.
In the silence of the classroom, she could hear too easily the loud hissing sound of her stream soaking her jeans, and the sound of her pee dripping off her seat and forming a puddle under her desk. She could smell the strong scent of her urine, which was very yellow due to drinking coffee and not taking her morning pee. She could see the dark spot on her jeans expanding and glistening, and her puddle growing larger, and nearly shivered at the thought of what her white panties must look like now.
After what felt like an hour, but was really over a minute, she finished peeing, and looked around, feeling very embarrassed.
None of the students noticed that she had wet herself, nor did the teacher.
Now she felt enraged. However embarrassed she would have felt, it was almost preferable to no one noticing her.
"Teacher," said Wallflower, raising her hand. "I wet my pants. I should go change." She blushed lightly at the reaction that was sure to come.
The teacher didn't even look up from her desk.
Wallflower sighed and felt how wet her jeans were.
She ate lunch at the cafeteria alone in her wet jeans, and then went to gym class. She did not have an extra outfit, but no one noticed her wet pants. Or hit the ball to her when they were playing volleyball.
She sat in her wet pants through English class. Halfway through she needed to pee again. She knew the teacher would likely ignore her, and her pants were already wet, so she just peed where she sat. As expected, no one noticed. She might have enjoyed the warm release a little if she wasn't so angry that she seemed invisible to everyone.
As she walked out the school doors after the bell rang, she was instantly soaked through by a torrential downpour.
Wallflower was used to the rain. She'd often go for long walks in it out of sadness of being unnoticed and forgotten. It felt especially nice now because it at least washed the pee off her. Well, mostly. She'd still need a shower before she was completely clean. Not that it mattered how clean she was.
Rainbow Dash ran by her, accidentally causing her to lose her balance and fall butt-first in the mud.
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Hello everyone ! Here's a new story. I have been writing it in french for a long time now and decided to translate it in english (I hope there are not too many language's errors...). I hope you'll like it. As usual it's all about the teacher/student relationship... I need to get more imagination !
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Ann Bardin finally got her students out of her busy mind when she lied down in her bed. This awful day was now behind her. She turned to her boyfriend Paul, already asleep for a few minutes, and felt calmed in a second. With her iced fingers, she touched his soft shoulder’s skin and closed her eyes. The accumulated fatigue during the day and his boyfriend’s warmth led her to fall sleep rapidly.
The day had started well, Ann was happy to rejoin her students after a week of holiday. But the afternoon with her CGSE’s students was painful. She particularly liked her CGSE’s students, they were very hard workers and very kind kids and she was always happy to teach them. But this day was a bit special, she had to give them back their copies from their CGSE’s training exam passed before the holiday. Most of the students had done well but a few of them had failed. Ann made sure to reassure them and repeated that this was just a training and not a definitive result, but some students reacted very seriously, some even cried a little.
Ann felt armless. If she loved her students and told it to them often, she was not a demonstrative person. And, besides with her boyfriend, she was not very talented when it came to physical stuff. She knew some kids today just needed a hand on their shoulder but she couldn’t do it, as if she didn’t know how to do it. And tonight, she couldn’t help but feel a pinch of guilt in her stomach. Hopefully, Paul and his warm skin were there to make her feel better. And on these thoughts she rejoined him in her dreams.
Ann and Paul were peacefully sleeping when they heard violent knocks coming from the front door. Waking up in a jolt, Ann and Paul quickly stood up in their bed. After a look at her alarm clock, Ann noticed that it was past 2 o’clock at night.
« Who can knock at our door at 2 am ? » she asked, panicked.
Before even answering, Paul went out of bed to open the window and looked down on the street. All he could see was some dark hair. But before he could shut the window, they distinctly heard the voice of a young man yelling « Mrs Bardin ! ».
« Is he one of your students ?! » questioned Paul, stunned.
Ann got out and went looking at the window but couldn’t see more than Paul did.
« What is one of your students doing here ? » continued Paul.
Ann, astounded by the event, didn’t say a word. The knocking on the door was getting heavier and the constant young man’s screaming was now full of despair.
« I’ll go look. » said Ann, fully awake now.
« Do you want me to come with you ? » offered Paul, worried.
« No, it’s better that I go alone. Go back to bed, darling. I’ll try to fix this. » she answered.
« If anything goes wrong, you scream, okay ? » said Paul, serious.
« Don’t worry, dear. » she said with a smile.
It was the first time Ann had to confront this kind of situations. The school where she worked was situated in a small town, thirty minutes away from where she lived. In other words, no student was supposedly living in the city.
When she went down the stairs, she felt worrier and worrier. Not for her her, her students were not known to be violent, but for the young man at her door whose screams sounded more and more imploring.
« Mrs Bardin, please ! Open the door ! » she heard screaming while she was crossing the living-room in quick steps.
When she opened the door, she was stunned to see one of her CGSE’s students slumped on her front door. The young man was called Ibrahim. A discreet and proud student, very conscientious in his work. He was the last student she could have imagine to be in her doorstep screaming desperately in the middle of the night. His eyes red, his jeans ripped on the knee, the knee visibly injured by a recent fall, unsteady on his feet, Ibrahim was clearly drunk.
« Mrs Bardin ! » he screamed softer as he saw his teacher’s face.
« Ibrahim ! What are you doing here ? » she asked, in shock.
« Mrs Bardin… I needed to see you. I definitely needed to see you. » he said with apparent difficulty.
« Have you been drinking, Ibrahim ? » she asked when she noticed the boy was nearly tripping.
« No. I never drink, madam. » he said with a smile that looked like a grimace.
« Come on in, quickly. » she ordered harshly. « Sit down here. » she said while designating the couch with a hand.
As Ibrahim was making his way to the couch, Ann heard Paul going down the stairs and saw his head appearing through the door leading to the stairs.
« Is everything alright ? » he asked, softly.
« Good evening, sir. I… I’m sorry to disturb you… I didn’t mean… to disturb. » screamed Ibrahim with a hiccup when he noticed Paul. « Wait. What am I doing here ? I never should have come here ! Oh fuck. I’m sorry, Mrs Bardin ! » he said, suddenly realizing where he was.
He was going clumsily to the front door but Ann stopped him without any difficulty. She put a hand on his elbow and led him back gently to the couch.
« You won’t go anywhere in your state, Ibrahim. Sit back down and stay calm. » she said firmly to the young man and then, turning her head to Paul « Go back to bed, I take care of him. »
« Alright. Call me if you need anything, love. » said Paul before turning back and going back to the bedroom.
Ann sat down on the coffee table, in front of the young man and detailed his face. He had been crying and was looking completely lost.
« What are you doing here, Ibrahim ? » she asked softly.
« I don’t… know. I had my basketball practice tonight and I didn’t want to go home… » he said hesitantly.
« And what are you doing here, at my house ? » she continued.
« I knew your were living here… I saw you one day in the street before practice. I remembered that tonight and I looked up on the internet and found your address. I didn’t want to go home, Mrs Bardin. And I really wanted to see you. I wanted to say I’m sorry. » he admitted, serious.
« What are you talking about ? What are you sorry for, Ibrahim ? »
« Because I suck. I’m a big fat failure. I failed my exam. » he said harshly.
« Is that why you drunk tonight ? » she asked.
« Maybe. I just wanted to stop thinking. I went out with some friends and I didn’t want to go home. I don’t want to see my parents now. I don’t want them to be ashamed or worried. »
« What nonsense are you saying ? It’s just a training exam, it’s just a grade ! You can’t react like that for a simple grade, Ibrahim. » she said firmly while taking his chin in her palm. « Look at me in the eyes, boy. It is just a grade. » she continued.
« You say that but for me it’s more than just a grade. For me, succeeding in school is a way out of my life. » he said while taking his chin out of the embrace.
There was a brief moment of silence, Ann didn’t know what to respond to such visible pain. But then she suddenly realized that she was missing a very important information.
« Did you tell your parents that you were not coming home tonight ? » she asked, worried.
« There’s no need, my parents trust me. They know I wouldn’t get into trouble. » he answered maturely.
« Because going through the streets in the middle of the night before a school day and knocking at your teacher’s house completely drunk is not enough trouble for you ? » she replied sarcastically. « You’re gonna call your parents right now. They must be sickly worried by now. » she ordered.
« I can’t call them like that, Mrs Bardin ! I’m drunk ! Please, don’t make me call them. Please ! » he prayed.
« Give me their number. » she said harshly, after a second of reflexion.
She left the coffee table to get the phone and dialed the number. At first she thought nobody would answer but she finally heard a sleepy « hello ». She talked to Ibrahim’s mother on the phone and avoided to tell her in which state she found her son. And as though Ann apprehended the call before, the discussion went shortly and quietly. Ibrahim’s parents didn’t worry and just thought that he had just decided to sleep at a friend’s house. They didn’t see any problem for him to stay at Mrs Bardin house since he was already there. Ann didn’t show any sign of surprise or perplexity when she came back to her student, not willing to make him sad, but she thought to herself that it was a very detached and cold reaction from parents who just heard that their son was walking through the city at night.
« You’re going to sleep here tonight. We’re gonna clean this wound on your knee, make you drink a lot of water to get all the alcohol you drunk out of your body and we’ll talk calmly about all this tomorrow. Agreed ? » she said.
« Yes, madam. » he answered, lowering his head.
While Ann went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, she took a deep breath. She just realized that her breath was somewhat cut since she heard Ibrahim knocking at her door. Everything happened so fast. What was the kid doing here, at her house ? And, even more importantly,
what were his parents thinking letting him wander around some city on a Wednesday night ?
But there was no time for questions now, Ibrahim was in such a state of inebriation that he couldn’t be left on his own in the living-room. And what if he got away ? It would be her responsibility now. Listening to the silence coming from the other room, she stepped in it quickly.
But the kid was still at the same place, half asleep, slumped on the sofa’s pillows. He looked particularly vulnerable and innocent at this instant. A perfectly opposed image to the one Ann was used to see in class.
She still could remember those few words he said at the parents-teachers meeting. She remembered this hard and proud look when she asked what he wished to do in the future. Since his answer, Ann have been looking at Ibrahim differently. Since that day, she never looked at him as if he was a kid. « I want to save my parents and be proud of what I do, no matter what I do ». She also remembered his parents seating next to him, a couple visibly overpassed by its own situation : neither of them really talked english and they remained silent during the entire meeting, resting completely on their son to lead the discussion. And, given this late visit from Ibrahim, they seemed to rest on him to take care of his own self.
Ann realized that she had somehow overestimated the kid’s capacity. Slumped on her sofa in his torn jeans, his eyes half closed, his smeared face, Ibrahim surely didn’t look like a responsible adult. No. What she could see was a lost teenager.
« What am I doing here ? » he called out.
« You’re ate my place, Ibrahim. Don’t worry. » said Ann, getting back on the coffee table.
« What do I do here ? I’m sorry, Mrs Bardin, I never should have come… » he said firmly while getting up with great difficulty.
While he was getting to the door, Ann stopped him with a hand on his elbow, again.
« You’re not going anywhere tonight, Ibrahim. Night walks are done for today. Don’t worry about school, I’ll take you with me tomorrow morning. But for now, we’ll go to sleep peacefully, ok ? » she said softly.
« But… I have to get back home. I can’t stay here, it’s your place. » he said, as if he had been absent until now.
« I called your parents, Ibrahim. They know you’re here, don’t worry. You’re gonna stay here tonight. Everything will get better in the morning. » she continued, patiently.
« Did… Did you say anything about… You know ? » he asked, worried.
« I said the essential. If you’re asking if I said that you were drunk then no, not tonight. » she said. « Now, enough talking. It’s late and time to sleep. »
She designated the stairs and was prepared to follow him but she noticed easily the kid’s difficulty to place a foot in front of the other. Without asking his permission, she placed Ibrahim’s arm around her shoulders and held him by the waist. It was quite comic to see them both in this position, Ann was quite small and Ibrahim quite tall. The ridicule of the scene seemed to hit the young man because he brutally got out of the embrace.
« I don’t need help ! I can walk by myself. » he screamed shamefully.
Ann didn’t even get the time to reply before the boy tripped on a step and sprawled against the wall.
« Not very convincing… Can you stop acting so proud now, Ibrahim ? » she asked ironically.
Despite his red cheeks, the kid let himself carry by his teacher to the bathroom, on the first floor. She sat him down on the bath’s ledge and looked through the medicine cabinet for his hurt knee. As she was getting ready to apply a coton impregnated with alcohol on the injury, Ibrahim stopped her.
« I can do it, madam. I know how to apply some alcohol on a wound. » he said coldly.
« Given your spectacle in the stairs, if I give you the coton I’m afraid you might drink it… » she said sardonically. « Now, what if you just keep quiet and let me do my job ? » she asked rhetorically.
After she bandaged the wound, Ann went to her bedroom.
« Stay right here, I’ll go get you some clothes for tonight. » she said before leaving the bathroom.
Back into her bedroom, she noticed the light turned on and Paul’s interrogative look.
« What’s going on ? » he murmured, worried.
« I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, but it’s gonna be fine. He’s gonna stay here tonight and I need some kind of pyjamas. Could you lend me some of your clothes ? » she asked.
Paul got out of bed and went through the wardrobe. He got out an old grey jogger and a black shirt and gave them to his wife.
« Thanks, Paul. » she said, kissing his cheek. « I’m gonna put him into bed and I’ll be right back, okay ? »
« Take your time, don’t worry about me. » he answered.
Ann went back to the bathroom et found Ibrahim seating on the floor, half asleep.
« It’s not bedtime yet, Ibrahim. You won’t go to bed before you put your pyjamas on and drank some water. » she said while giving him the clothes and the bottle of water.
Ibrahim obeyed and drank half the bottle of water.
« I found you some clothes to sleep. I let you change and then I’ll take you to your room, it’s on the second floor. I’ll be right outside. » she said before closing the bathroom door behind her.
After a minute, Ibrahim had joined her. They climbed the stairs heavily before opening the guest room’s door.
Without even a look for the room around him, Ibrahim fell onto the bed and started snoring. Legs half out of the bed, mouth opened, eyes closed, Ann couldn’t refrain a little smile. Where was that big young man she used to know ? At this moment, Ibrahim had lost every adult physical aspect, he was only a child.
She hesitated for a second to let him stay like he was but decided that it was necessary to put him under the blankets given the cold temperatures outside.
« It’s almost over, Ibrahim. Come one, help me a little. Let’s get you to bed. » she said softly while shaking his shoulder.
« Mmmh. » only said the kid.
Without waking up completely and with his teacher’s help, the teen climbed uneasily the blanket and slipped under it.
While adjusting the blanket around him, Ann noticed the mix of juvenility and pride on Ibrahim’s face. Even asleep, even drunk, even lost, the boy remained a little proud.
She left the bottle beside him and left the room, making sure to left the door opened a little.
Back into her room, the light was off and a glance at her alarm clock let her know that it was 2.45 AM. The day after was going to be very long…
She went to bed and put her face against her husband back, hoping that this warm contact would led her to an easy sleep. Paul didn’t move, he was profoundly asleep. But Ann couldn’t stop her thoughts. She finally fell in a very light sleep, listening to every noise coming from the room upstairs. Only the snoring sound coming from the boy’s room reassured her enough to let down her barriers and close her eyes.
It must have been nearly 4 am when Ann suddenly woke up. She had heard the bathroom door open brutally. A look on her side confirmed her that it wasn’t Paul, he was serenely sleeping. She left the bed for the second time that night and closed the bedroom door with precaution.
When she took a glance through the bathroom door, she realized that she had not been dreaming. Crouched over the toilet was Ibrahim, his head dived into the basin. He was spitting a lot.
She kneeled down next to him. He visibly didn’t hear her coming because he jumped a little when he felt her hand on his back. With a hand placed on his sweating back, Ann was looking for an eye contact but the boy didn’t raise his head. Ann could feel the boy’s back tremble. It looked like he was sobbing. Or maybe he was just holding back his nausea ?
« Don’t hold back, Ibrahim. Quicker you let it out, quicker it will be over. » she said softly.
After a second, she heard the young man vomit into the basin. She kept caressing his back, wet from the sweat, during his vomiting. But even after these few minutes of sickness, Ibrahim didn’t raise his head from the toilet. He didn’t spill anymore nor did he tremble. Signs of nausea had disappeared but the boy kept his face hidden in the basin and his back was still shaking regularly. Ann didn’t understand.
« Get your head out, Ibrahim. I have to flush the toilet. » she said firmly.
Only when the boy got his head out, Ann understood the shaking. The boy was crying furiously, violent sobs ripping his throat. These tears were not usual sickness ones. Ann could see a flow of tears leaving the kid’s eyes.
Surprised and worried, she turned to Ibrahim and put a hand on his shoulder.
« What’s going on, kid ? » she asked, worried.
The teen only shook his head furiously, tears still leaving his tired eyes.
« It’s normal to get sick when you drink too much, you know ? It’s not a big deal. » she said softly. « Is it why you cry ? Because you were sick ? » she asked, perplex.
He hit the floor with his hand in response and continued to shake his head with visible anger.
« Was it a bad dream ? » she asked.
He shook his head again.
She would have never imagine seeing Ibrahim sob like he was right now. He was so pudique.
And now he was crying like a baby in front of his english teacher. For what ? For being sick ? For being drunk ? For a bad grade ? Why ?
Realizing that she would have no answer from the boy tonight, she rose to take a wet towel and calmed down this teary face and this sweaty back. But at the second she was back on her feet she saw Ibrahim cover himself, his head in his hands, sobs multiplying. She fixed the teen’s face, her eyebrows frowning with incomprehension. What was going on ?
And then, it hit her. She suddenly understood why the kid was hiding his face. She understood why; because she was seeing him from above.
From above, she could notice that the sweat marks on his back were extending to his calves. But it wasn’t sweat, was it ? It looked like the mark of an accident. Did Ibrahim wet his pants ? She just couldn’t believe it.
« Did… Did you wet the bed, Ibrahim ? » she asked, embarrassed and perplex.
She saw the kid’s cheeks suddenly blushing. Ann didn’t need a clearer answer. It was obvious that the kid had wet his bed that night. She didn’t wait longer before kneeling back in front of him, instantly forgetting about her teacher’s status, the proper distance between a teacher and her students and forgetting her own difficulty to touch anybody. She put softly her hands around Ibrahim’s face et forced him to lower his head.
« Look at me, Ibrahim. It’s alright. It was an accident. It happens when you drink too much to have an accident and wet the bed. » she said gently.
Ibrahim couldn’t look at his teacher. He wished, at that moment, that he had never came to her. He wished he could bury himself in the ground right now.
« Look at me, darling. It’s over. » she kept saying softer when she noticed the sobs getting deeper.
She understood that words wouldn’t be enough this time. She opened her arms. She never would have done that before, but at this moment she couldn’t bare to look at this suffering kid any longer.
« Come here, darling. » she said.
Despite a first obvious reluctance, Ibrahim let him fall into Mrs Bardin arms easily. Despite his own personal rule to not let anyone see any sign of weakness in him, he forgot everything. He needed to let go.
After a moment of reassuring silence, Ibrahim felt a little better and got out of the embrace.
« I’m sorry, Mrs Bardin. I didn’t want to soil your sheets and clothes. I didn’t mean to wet the bed. I’ll clean this up and we’ll forget about it all. » he said firmly as getting up.
« Yes, I forgive you, Ibrahim. Because there is nothing to forgive. But no, you won’t clean anything at all. And no, we won’t forget about what happened. Because in all this there’s a hurt teenager. » she replied more firmly. « I know you don’t like it but that’s the way it is, you’re a kid and I’m an adult. So, you’re gonna get into the shower while I’m getting some fresh clothes for you and prepare the bed in the other room. Agreed ? » she continued while designating the bath tub.
Ibrahim didn’t say anything but decided that it was better than talking right now. She got back to her bedroom and got a grey t shirt and a new jogger.
After preparing the bed in the other guest room, she got back to the bathroom and waited in front of the door to hear the shower going off. After a few seconds, she knocked at the door and reached to him the clothes without looking inside.
« I’ll wait for you outside. » she said.
Ibrahim knew there was no point fighting against Mrs Bardin, she would be stronger anyway. He would have wanted to say that he could go to sleep on his own but she would prove him wrong and would won in the end.
He got out of the bathroom, ashamed.
« I didn’t know where to put the wet clothes… I just left them in the tub. » he said, embarrassed.
« You did well. I’ll put them in the washing machine, don’t worry. » she said, reassuring. « It’s on the second floor, second door on your left. » she indicated before following him in the stairs.
Just like before, she tucked him into bed. But this time, Ibrahim was well awoke. Reddening, he couldn’t look at his teacher’s face.
« Will you be okay in this room ? » she asked.
« Yes, it’s fine. Thank you. » he replied in a whisper.
« If you need anything, I’m just downstairs, okay ? »
« I won’t be needing anything. But okay. » he said, evasive.
« You don’t feel sick anymore ? Do you need a bucket, just in case ? » she asked, worried.
« No, I’ll be fine, the nausea is over now. I’m sorry, by the way… » he said.
« Don’t apologize, Ibrahim. I’m sorry for you. But, in the end, it’s a fair punishment. » she said. « Okay… I have to tell you, even if you won’t like it, that if you have another accident and wet the bed before you get up in the morning, you should not freak out. You had a lot to drink tonight and you are very tired, it would be a normal reaction. So if you wake up with your pants wet, I don’t want you to feel bad, okay ? » she continued.
« I… Er… It won’t happen again, madam. » he replied, turning over in his bed.
« Okay, kid. But even if it happens, it’s no big deal. » she insisted. « Good night, my dear. » she whispered while getting up.
Before she closed the door behind her she heard a soft « Thank you, Mrs Bardin ».
The morning after, Ann woke Ibrahim up in a dry bed. She sat down on the bed, next to the boy’s head, and softly shook his shoulder.
« Ibrahim, it’s time to wake up. » she whispered.
As though she expected him to stand up quickly and deny everything that happened last night, she saw him bury his head in her lap and heard him mutter « Just a little more time, please ». Not believing what was happening, Ann’s breath stopped for a few seconds. Ibrahim just placed his head on her lap as if he was a little kid. She hesitated to shake him stronger. But as she looked intensely at her student’s face she realized that he looked perfectly serene. It was the first time she had seen this look on his face. She decided that she couldn’t take that peace from him just now.
A bit embarrassed, she put her hand in Ibrahim’s hair and pet his back repetitively with the other. Strangely, she felt that these simple moves were calming her as well. But after a minute or so, she noticed Ibrahim’s eyes opening wider and wider until he stepped back quickly in his bed.
« Sorry ! I don’t know what took me… I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t realize, I was half asleep. It was totally inappropriate, pardon me. » he said frenetically.
« Calm down, Ibrahim. When we look back at the events from the night before, a hug is the least that could have happened. So, relax, everything is fine. » she said, reassuring. « Do you feel better this morning ? » she asked, trying to ease the discomforting atmosphere.
« I’m fine, thank you. I don’t really remember what happened last night but I’m sure it’s for the best. » he lied, hoping that he could just forget what happened.
« I’ll be there to make you remember, don’t worry. » she said, understanding easily that the boy was trying to forget. He blushed and lowered his head. « But nothing that happened last night will change my look on you, Ibrahim. I don’t value you less than yesterday, okay ? No matter your grades, your drinking, your sickness, your crying or your wetting, I won’t appreciate you less. » she said.
The boy couldn’t answer, feeling tears coming up in his eyes.
« Mmh. » he murmured.
« Your clothes are in the bathroom and the breakfast is downstairs. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen. » she said before getting out of the room.
Until Ibrahim joined her in the kitchen, Ann thought about the situation. She couldn’t accept to let this go as if nothing never happened. Now that she had seen the boy in pain, she just couldn’t turn back to being just his teacher and ignore his evident need of attention and care. She knew his own personal situation : supporting parents that couldn’t get a job in the country, being the only reference point and hope of the family, having to confront everyone’s expectations… But she couldn’t just tell him to stay here whenever he felt like it. Ibrahim, as proud as he was, would never accept such a proposal. But, in the other hand, she knew, as proud as she was, that she wouldn’t accept to do nothing either.
As she was pouring a glass of orange juice and giving it to Ibrahim, it hit her. She found a way for Ibrahim to accept.
She sat down in front of the silent boy and looked at him seriously.
« I thought about something this morning. I know you have your basketball practice every Wednesday night here. And we finish school at 2 o’clock on that day. What would you think about english lessons at my house every Wednesday before your practice ? That way you can progress on your english and prepare for the CGSE’s exam. » she asked, as lightly as she could.
There was a moment of deep silence. He was looking at her with perplexity. She knew at his look that he understood clearly that this proposition had very little to do with his grades. But then, in a second, his look changed and she could notice some relief in his eyes. He quickly lowered his head with indifference and said « If you think that it could help me progress, then yes. ».
« Then it’s a done deal. » she said, smiling.
« Okay. » he said, not looking at her.
They didn’t talk about last night that morning and went to school as if nothing ever happened. But in English class that morning, she noticed her smile was different. As if he was finally allowed to smile without any fear to let go. And his eyes… He turned his eyes to her during class that morning with a look that seemed to say « thank you ».
Until the end of high school, Ibrahim had never forgot his weekly afternoon with Mrs Bardin. Afternoon that sometimes lasted through the morning after. And, as though he never admitted why, he always wet the bed when he was sleeping over at her house. And, as though he would never admit why that also, he always felt very happy when he could see Mrs Bardin’s face looking at him with love through his shameful tears. She and him never talked about his Wednesday’s accidents as an issue. Ibrahim didn’t understand how his teacher could allow such a mess, but in the end they went along with this habit as if it was a normal routine.
He received the congratulations from the principal for his CGSE’s results at the end of the year and finally chose a university that was located in Mrs Bardin’s city. Why ? His pride wouldn’t let him say but his Wednesday’s afternoons and nights talked for him. |
Here’s the Ginny and Luna story. Hope you enjoy. These two are actually favorite ship, so may as well write about them. Wrote this in Luna’s point of view. Hope you enjoy!
There are a couple of things I keep secret. They are the type of secret you really shouldn’t tell anyone, yet I did tell someone. She continued to be my best friend at Hogwarts, and I actually started to fall for her. Love is a beautiful thing, it’s something Nargles can’t steal, and if it is true, can’t be broken. When I first met her, she was crying, near the entrance to my dorms, and, she actually trusted me enough to tell me about the Diary, Tom Riddles. She felt horrible about what it made her do. All the Chaos, she blamed on herself. I simply just comforted her, let her know that it isn’t her fault, and that no matter what, the problem would be solved. I then did what I never thought I would do, told her my secrets.
I don’t own a single pair of socks. It is far to easy for Nargles to steal them, so why bother with them Also, they are weird to put on.
And, I also told her about how I actually liked to hold my pee until I wet and see others do the same. She found it weird, but didn’t judge. Basically saying she would support me, and would be glad to call me her friend, but won’t consider trying it.
Now, in our 4th year, things were, well, interesting. I was over at the Gryffindor common room with Ginny, my bare feet resting on her lap as she sits contemplating something. It was winter, so the fireplace was burning with delightful warmth. Seeing her red hair glow in the light of this little fire was making me melt. My fire for her was growing bigger than the one heating the room.
“Hey, Luna. You aren’t mad about Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch are you?”
“No, not at all. It was great seeing you and Harry in action.”
“Well, Michel got real bitter about Ravenclaw losing, so now I’m single.”
“He’s one of the ones who calls me Loony.”
“Really? Well, all the more reason to break it off with him. No one insults my friends and gets away with it, especially not you.”
“Be honest Ginny, am I crazy?”
She looks directly in my eyes, wide eyed. “Luna, you’re the perfect level of crazy. Honestly, you are perfectly amazing the way you are. Sure, you did spill some pretty deep secrets about yourself the first day we met, but look how close we are because of it. “
“So, I am Loony?”
“Not at all. Crazy, yes. But not in any way a bad kind of crazy. Luna,” She looks directly into my eyes, “Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
“Yeah, any guy.” I look down. Any guy? No, I’m not that interested in guys. Am I? Ginny has been the only one who I have really liked in that way.
“Did I say it wrong?” Ginny, she’s concerned about me. Have Nargles stolen my words? Can they even do that? My father and I may need to look into that.
Finally, I am able to speak, “Well, to be completely honest, I never have really liked any guy.”
“Oh.” She looks down, “So, you like girls?”
“I guess.”
“Well, I can’t say I’m shocked. It just adds to your amazing nature Luna.”
People call me dreamy, but that might be because of moments like this, with her. Her next question causes me to stop dead in my tracks.
“So, are there any girls you like?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Oh my god. I need to know Luna. Who?”
My head is looking down, I can’t tell her. What would that do? “I, I would rather not say, if that’s ok.”
“Oh come on, can’t you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you Ginny, I just, I guess I’m not entirely comfortable with this topic.”
“I guess that’s fair enough.”
She is shifting, a lot under where my feet lay. Does she need to pee? I wonder if she has been waiting for me to notice.
“Uh, Ginny, you do seem to be shifting around a lot. Is everything alright?”
“Well, yeah. I just have needed to use the loo for some time.” Ginny needs to pee? Why didn’t she go earlier? “So, if you will excuse me.”
“Well, What if I don’t want to move my feet?”
“Then I guess I would just need to find a way then.”
“Honestly Gin, could you just go right there?”
I didn’t mean to ask her, but part of me wants to see her wet herself. Also, my feet are rather comfortable where they are at.
“Well, These jeans are new, I don’t want to ruin them, and, also, I don’t want to ruin this furniture as well. My family doesn’t have enough to cover for it.”
“I guess that’s true. But, I still am comfortable where I am, and don’t want to move my legs anywhere.”
“Okay, well, did you think about this?” She starts scratching the soles of my feet, not enough to hurt, but enough for it to really tickle. It makes me jerk my feet back, leaving enough time for her to get up. “Come on, We both know how ticklish you are.”
“I know, but Ginny, will I ever get to see you have a wee in you pants?”
She looks at me, almost with a touch of sympathy. “Honestly, only under the right conditions.”
“Which are?”
“Well, I can’t say, but believe me, you can tell when you meet all of them.”
“Well, I may as well come to Ginny, I kinda need to go to.”
“Fine by me.”
We both walk toward the bathrooms, that’s when we see Hermione, holding her crotch, dancing around. She must really need the loo.
“Hey Hermione!” Ginny is quick to greet her.
“Hey Ginny, Hello Luna, Ugh, they really needed to lock these doors did they? I am honestly on the brink of wetting myself.”
“Are you telling me they locked the bathroom?”
“Apparently.”
I can’t help but ask Hermione, “Hermione, why didn’t you go before it became such an emergency?”
“I was studying. Seriously, how can either of you not? I usually study until I am bursting, and, at points like tonight, I sometimes wait until I am leaking.”
She is wearing jeans. Hermione is close to weeing herself in jeans.
Ginny speaks up, “This isn’t good at all, I’m going out to see if there are bathrooms open around Hogwarts. Hermione, you want to come?”
“Going out after Curfew? I wouldn’t dare. I would only do that to save Hogwarts and beyond, not for anything else, not even my bladder.”
“Luna, you want to go?”
“Sure,” What if Ginny doesn’t find a bathroom? And what about Hermione? “What do you plan to do Hermione?”
“Well, I do still have studying to do, so, I guess I have to find a way to wee some- NO!” It started, urine was dripping down her jeans, pouring out fast. Her light blue jeans were instantly becoming shades darker. Eventually, a puddle formed on the floor. Reaching both my feet and Ginny’s. It’s a shame she is wearing socks. If she decided to go barefoot, the pee wouldn’t be as hard to clean up. “I’m so sorry about this. This is embarrassing. Feels good, but I just can’t believe I weed myself like a child.” Hermione breaks down and starts crying. I walk over and hug her. Ginny does so to, but after taking off her socks.
“Hermione, It’s ok, accidents happen.”
“I know Ginny. I should probably get back to studying. You should go grab Harry’s invisibility cloak before going out, to avoid trouble.”
“Planning on it. Thanks Hermione.”
“Oh, and don’t bother with the unlocking spell on the door, its locked with magic.”
“Fair enough.”
I just saw Hermione Granger pee herself. However, that actually made whatever need to pee I had noticeable. This should be interesting. As Hermione walks away back to her room, Ginny whispers to me.
“You know she’s bi, right?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, Came out to me last year. Not even Ron or Harry know.”
“Well, I never knew that. And What about you?”
“Well,” She pauses, looking down, and also shifting her foot around. “I’m Bi.”
“Seriously? I didn’t see you as the type to like girls.”
“Well, there’s one I have my eye out for. Now, come on. We have to find a loo, and soon.”
“And if it’s not soon?”
“Well, then I wee myself.”
“Can you just do that now?”
Ginny looks at me, “I’m sorry Luna, I just can’t. At least not now.”
“Fine.”
“Now, let’s get going.”
“To the cloak?"
I nod in agreement. As much as I would love to see her wee herself, I don’t want to hurt this girl. I still remember the tears in her eyes. The ones that lamed herself for allowing the basilisk to escape, and who was controlled by the diary. She deserves better than that. |
Hello, friends! Sorry this took so long. March was evil. But I'm writing again and making some progress, and I think I've kept you waiting long enough.
The usual links:
Sexting
Cabin in the Woods
As promised, this is another pushing-Meagan's-limits story, but it's also an intensely personal story. Much of what you read here is based on true incidents, and are rooted in real times and places. But no more chatter—I'll save the commentary for the DVD. Here we go!
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“So I’m going up to Chicago in a couple weeks,” Meagan announced. “Just for the weekend. Wanna come with?”
“Sure.”
“I promise that it’ll be worth your while.”
“I already said sure.”
“I know, I’ve just always wanted to say that.”
They headed out on a fine late-summer Friday afternoon, rolling toward the big city through the still-strong Midwest heat, Meagan in the driver’s seat, Parker beside her, hands clasped together as soon as Meagan got them into 5th gear, a mixtape in the tape deck (Meagan’s car was old) and the windows cracked to catch the breeze. They hit Chicago well after dark, but Meagan had been this way before, and found her friend’s place without much trouble.
Her friend was named Celia—a little older, a veteran of Camp Graham, and apparently something of a mentor. Meagan was ecstatic to see her and Celia no less delighted in turn. Celia fed them a late dinner and some beer, but Meagan said, “We should bed down pretty soon… my appointment’s pretty early.”
“In that case, help yourself to anything for breakfast, but don’t wake me up. Saturday’s my day to sleep in,” Celia said—and then added, “So I should give you your present now.” She handed over a card.
Meagan read the card, chuckled, then opened it up. Something slid out, and Meagan said, “A gift certificate! To… oh. Oh, Celia…”
“You deserve it, hon, and I got a bonus,” Celia said. “Treat yourself. And the boy, too,” she added, smiling at Parker.
“Oh, Celia, thank you, thank you…”
“Tell me how it turns out!”
“What’s the certificate for?” Parker asked.
Meagan grinned. “Do you like surprises?”
“If they involve you, then yes.”
“This most certainly does.”
“Then I can wait.”
Celia had a funky old Chicago-brownstone apartment, with the 3rd-story bay window facing the street. And in that funky old apartment she had a creaky old fold-out sofa bed… but no air conditioning. It was hot that night, and though Celia had fitted them out with a sheet, Meagan and Parker immediately kicked it off. Meagan had put on a t-shirt and shorts to sleep, but not five minutes after they’d turned out the lights, she sat up and pulled both off. Parker could see her silhouetted against the window, naked except for her panties. Here they were, sharing a bed—something they did not always get to do—and she was all but naked. He decided to seize the opportunity and cozied up to her.
“It’s too hot for that, lover,” she whispered.
“You’re too hot for me not to,” he whispered back.
She chuckled, softly. “No sex tonight,” she whispered. “Still too hot, and this sofa bed creaks like crazy. We’d wake Celia up.”
Parker never knew how she could read his mind, but somehow she managed it—picking up on his disappointment immediately. “You can feel me up, though,” she added. “And I promise I’ll make it up to you. You’ll see.”
It took some time for Parker to fall asleep, between the unaccustomed light and noise on the one hand—the interstate was not far from Celia’s apartment—and Meagan’s boobs in his hand on the other, and their mysterious errand puzzling him as well. The heat didn’t help, either. But in the end he dropped off at last, still feeling Meagan’s chest rising and falling under his hand.
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The next day they were awakened by a cool breeze through the windows. Meagan sat up, stretched, and padded barefoot and bare-breasted to the bathroom. Parker poured them some cereal, and after eating it between whispers, Meagan left a note, folded up her gift certificate, and led Parker downstairs.
“So what’s your appointment?” Parker asked.
“Well, it will be our appointments—if you’re willing,” Meagan said.
Parker’s eyebrows shot up. “Um, I’m gonna need more info,” he said.
“My appointment’s with Planned Parenthood,” Meagan said. “And don’t worry, I’m not pregnant. The idea is to keep me that way. I’m getting an IUD put in.”
“I thought those were kinda dangerous?”
“Used to be, but they fixed them. I’m getting one… and I’m also getting tested for STDs. If you’re willing to get tested too, and we both come back clean, then—” she drew out the word gleefully “—we won’t have to use condoms any more.”
Parker’s heartbeat picked up. “Oh, wow.”
Meagan’s grin went from ear to ear. “And that’s just the beginning, lover. You’ll see the rest afterward. Are you willing to get tested?”
“Uh… what do I have to do?”
“Pee in a cup, mostly. A couple blood draws for the bigger stuff.”
“Um, do I have to? Because I’ve never really had unprotected sex.”
“It’s still good to check,” Meagan said. “Sometimes the condom breaks, after all.”
Parker swallowed. “Okay. I can do that.”
“Good. Good! Let’s go!”
Planned Parenthood was a strange mix of friendly and professional, cozy and sterile. Despite the straightforward approach all the staff took, however, it was all awkward for Parker. He peed where they wanted him to pee and bled where they wanted him to bleed, then waited around trying not to make eye contact with anyone until Meagan came out. She paid at the front desk, slipped her arm around him, and kissed him.
“How are you doing?” she asked.
“A little weirded out,” he admitted. “How are you?”
“This IUD feels strange,” she said. “The doctor said I’ll get used to it, and she warned me I’ll probably bleed a little for a while—all perfectly normal. She wasn’t too thrilled that I was leaving town, just in case there are any complications, but she understood. A lot of people come here from out of town. Or out of state, even, like us. She told me where one is that’s a little closer, if something does need to get checked out…”
“We came out to Chicago to cover our tracks, huh?” Parker said.
“Yup. Officially, to my parents, I’m here to visit Celia. And that’s totally true. But Celia told me this center was good and helped me make the arrangements.” Meagan slipped her arm through his. “Shall we go?”
“We shall! …Where shall we go?”
“You’ll see,” Meagan said, still grinning, as they made their way back to the car.
She checked her gift certificate, still keeping it hidden, then got out a map of the city and unfolded it across the hood of the car. She said, “All right, we’re basically headed for Lincoln and Paulina, which is there. And we’re here. Help me navigate?”
Despite the inherent simplicity of Chicago’s grid, it still took some time to reach their destination, as there was a little traffic and they took one or two wrong turns. And then it took a little while to find parking. Both of them were hungry by then, so instead of going straight in, they found a Thai place and bought some noodles, which then prompted drinking some water. So it was well past noon when Meagan finally led the way to the store she had in mind. Parker noted the name, the style of the sign, and the fact that there were no windows and took a guess as to what he was about to see.
When they stepped inside, Meagan gave a low, appreciative whistle, and Parker thought, Yup, I was right this time…
Sex toys, as far as the eye could see.
Meagan asked the straightforward staff member at the front desk about what she was looking for, and then led Parker down the appropriate aisle to the vibrator section.
“Celia said that once I had a good vibe, I’d see what I was missing,” she said quietly.
“Do we really need this?” Parker said, uneasily.
Meagan grinned and kissed him. “Hey. Don’t be so insecure. I love you and I’m hot for you and you make me come a lot. This is not because you’re not good enough, it’s just that there’s some stuff that bodies need a little help with. I think you’ll enjoy using it on me… whichever one we end up with…”
It took some time, because they had to triangulate quite a few variables, including price, power, performance, and maintenance. Meagan tested out several (against the palm of her hand) until she found one that had a nice range of functions and enough kick for her taste. Then they spent a little time choosing the right lubes and cleaning solutions, because apparently the silicone that the toy was made from required some special consideration. And then they had to pause for a minute while Meagan re-did all the math to see if she really wanted to spend that much: Celia’s gift certificate was for a substantial sum, but with all their purchases put together it still came to a sizable price. Once Meagan’s freakout was over, however, she paid her money and nearly skipped out of the store.
They drove south a bit to pick up I-90/94, having decided against fighting across town to take Lakeshore Drive. There were a lot of lights and a lot of stop-and-go, but eventually they got onto the interstate and drove freely toward downtown, the Sears Tower looming enormous above it all.
…For all of two minutes. Almost immediately they saw brake lights, and had to slow to a crawl.
Both of them groaned in frustration. “I did not sign up for this,” Meagan said, shifting a bit in her seat. “I’ve spent too dang long in this car this weekend already and I’m gonna have to spend even more tomorrow… this just ain’t fair!”
Parker agreed that it was rotten luck. “But at least we’re together,” he said, taking her hand. “It could be a lot worse.”
“That’s true,” Meagan said. “And it may get a lot worse.”
A few minutes later, having moved just two or three car-lengths, Meagan sighed and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. “Well, that makes it official, I guess,” she said.
“What?”
“Worst-case scenario. We’re stuck in traffic, with no idea for how long or how far this jam goes, and I gotta pee.”
Parker’s adrenaline spiked… but that phrase “worst-case scenario” made him a little uneasy.
“Um, should I be turned on by this?” he said cautiously.
Meagan laughed, a little. “Well, I have to say I really prefer it when I get to decide when to turn you on like this,” she said. “Much, much more satisfying to me. But… what the hell. Life just gave us some lemons, we might as well go ahead and make you some lemonade.”
“I don’t want lemonade, unless you want it too,” Parker said stoutly, but he wondered just how much he really meant it.
“Oh, relax, lover. Go ahead and enjoy it. If nothing else, this’ll make the trip way more interesting.”
The stop-creep-stop-creep of traffic was brutal on stick-shift drivers. Meagan tried to keep it in first and inch along at a quarter-mile per hour, but too often she had to stop… and then start again a minute later.
“Where’s that map?” Meagan demanded.
Parker unfolded it.
“I wanna know how far we have to go on this road,” Meagan said, “or if we can bail out and take surface streets.”
“Where are we headed, again?”
Meagan leaned over, scanned the map, and pointed. “About there. Bridgeport, that’s where Celia lives.”
“Ummmm—I’m guessing it’s about five miles?”
“Five miles… well, we’re doing about five miles an hour on average, maybe a little less… yeah, I can probably hold it that long.”
“I’m totally fine with this.”
“I just hope that wasn’t ‘famous last words’…”
“You can totally do this. You’re amazing.”
“Damn right. …I’m bored, though.”
“I’m not.”
“Well, you wouldn’t be, would you?”
“Heck no. This is, like, one of the classic desperation scenarios come to life. Stuck in traffic, gotta go…”
Meagan shifted in her seat. “Well, I guess I am doing this for your entertainment… but seriously, I’m bored.”
“You want me to get out the vibrator? Then we’d both get turned on…”
“Not while I’m driving, please.”
“Oooh, I know. Tell me the story of the last time you really had to pee when you were driving.”
“Hmm, let me think—okay. Yeah, I’ve got a couple of stories like that. But I’m doing all the work over here, I’m holding and storytelling and driving. You gotta hold your end up, too, you know.”
“What would you like?”
“When was the last time you really had to pee while you were driving?”
“Oh, gosh, it was a long time ago. I think I was, like, ten.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, once puberty kicked in I started having desperation fantasies, and after a few of those it’s easy to invent a stuck-in-the-car scenario, and after one or two of those you really start paying attention to going to the bathroom before you go anywhere.”
“Heh. Which is probably why you went at the restaurant.”
“Part of it, yeah. Take every opportunity, especially on road trips.”
“But for me you’d flip it around and deny every opportunity, huh?”
“Only if you wanted to.”
“Good boy.”
“Which is why I’m still not totally cool with this… you’re sure you’re okay? I can pour out my water bottle…”
“Hon, I’ve gotta go, but I’ve been a lot more desperate than this. Just tell me your story.”
“Uhh… My mom was driving. We were near where she worked back then. I’m not sure where we were going, or where we were coming from, actually. And I don’t know why but I was just bursting. I was practically crying. When we got to a stoplight my mom actually told me to get out of the car and pee in the bushes on the side of the road.”
“Did you?”
“No, I was too shy, I guess. So mom drove to her work. I just barely made it.”
“That story was a little shorter than I was expecting.”
“I don’t keep track of when I have to pee, okay? I’m just interested in when it happens to girls. And now I’m just interested when it happens to you.”
“Well, you got your wish, then.”
“It’s weird, though. A lot of times when I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming that I have to pee.”
“Heh. Classic. Freud would have a field day with you, hon.”
“I thought Freud wasn’t really someone you Psych folks liked any more.”
“Of course not. We just learn about him so we can make fun of him. That and deal with all the myths and misconceptions that start from him. Mmkay, so what I wanted to do was for you to tell a story that turned you on, ‘cause I want you all hot and bothered over there. You got any girl-in-traffic stories, then?”
“Not really. The closest was what happened with Annie, and I think I told you about that already, and besides, I feel kinda mean about it.”
“From what I remember you were a perfect gentleman.”
“But she was really suffering—plus no consent, you know.”
Meagan shifted in her seat again. “So you knew about consent before I came along?”
“Not really. I just felt like it was wrong to take pleasure in her hurting.”
“Not a big schadenfreude fan, huh?”
“Except I kinda was? At least, I got seriously turned on… gaah, I still feel bad about it!”
“’Kay, Parker? Look at me.”
He did. She was looking straight back at him—no need to watch the road when they were at a dead halt.
“Do you see me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you see me getting kinda antsy?”
“Yeah…”
“This is because I haven’t peed since I did the tests back at Planned Parenthood, and that was a bunch of hours and a bunch of water ago. I totally need to go. Like, I would be headed straight to the bathroom right now if I could. And by the power invested in me as your lover, I fully authorize you getting turned on by this. In fact I order you to get turned on. I wanna see you pitch a tent, boy. Hop to it!”
“Aye aye, cap’n! …Do you have any stuck-in-traffic stories?”
“Just said so, didn’t I? So listen up.”
“Ooooh.”
“But first—” Meagan raised her water bottle as if toasting him, and took a good swallow.
“Something about that was so hot.”
“It’s the confidence. Yes, I’m needing to go. But I’ll make it even if I drink more. Even in this traffic, I’ll make it. But one time I very nearly didn’t. A major storm system came through, like three storms practically one after another. A bridge in town got washed out and so traffic was lousy. I was driving to work and I got caught right in the middle of this.”
“Where did you work?”
“Walmart.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Yeahhh… Anyway, I was headed to work and it was just slammed. Traffic just like this—creep forward a bit, stop and wait, creep, stop, creep, stop… it’s the only time I’ve ever had to drive like this when I wasn’t on the highway. And I needed to go. I’d already been running late and so I just jumped in the car without stopping by the bathroom…”
“Oh, that never ends well!”
“Eh, remember this is me we’re talking about. I’ve gambled and won on that a lot, actually. But the traffic was incredibly slow and I hadn’t planned on that. Plus the rain wasn’t helping at all.
“Finally I saw what was going on. There was a major intersection about a half-mile from the store that I had to go through, and the power was out. So it turned into a four-way stop, but with two-three lanes in each direction. People did not know what the heck to do and so everything was snarled. I finally got through. It took me 22 minutes exactly to go 200 yards. I know because I was watching the clock and seeing how late I was to work.
“Finally I got through and the road on the other side of the intersection was pretty clear. I figured I was home free. But what I didn’t account for was that I had to make a left turn into the Walmart lot. Well, actually I didn’t have to, but I didn’t realize what was happening in time and I missed the back way in. So this light was out, too, and since it wasn’t really an intersection, the oncoming traffic wasn’t stopping. People were only getting into the lot if there was a gap in traffic.”
“Ooof.”
“Yeah. There was no way of knowing how long it would take me to get through. That’s when I thought I was about to piss myself. I was swearing like crazy, yelling at the cars up ahead to show some guts and take the turn. It took me another ten minutes of waiting.
“Finally I got into the lot, parked, and had to walk through the rain—I couldn’t run by that point—to get into the store. And of course my manager is like, ‘You’re super-late, I needed you forty minutes ago, get your shirt on and get out there,’ and I just said, ‘I’m not going anywhere but the bathroom.’ She almost said something, already opening her mouth, so I beat her to it and said, ‘I’m going to the bathroom or I’m pissing right here on the floor,’ and she just shut up.”
“Whoa. Did you get fired?”
“No, I just caught a lot of flack—even after I explained about the traffic and all. I mean, they didn’t have a lot of choice about chewing me out, they don’t get to make the rules. But they could have been nicer about it, and they weren’t. So I picked up a few extra hours that week and then gave notice. Got one last fat check, or at least a not-dying-of-starvation check and then walked out the door, never to return.”
“Mm. …Did you have to wait for the bathroom once you got to it?”
“No, it was wide open.”
“Do you think you could have made it if you’d had to wait?”
“Probably. I think I would have strangled whoever was in there, though.”
“Did you think about just peeing in the parking lot when you got out of the car?”
“For about a second, but it was too dang wet. I just had to get inside ASAP or I would be soaked all the way through, not just at my crotch. Besides, there were people and cars all over the place, someone would have seen me.”
“So you wouldn’t jump out and pee on the road right now?”
“No, I definitely wouldn’t. I’ll pee outside if there’s nobody around, not in front of a crowd.”
“Okay, let’s say you were about to wet your pants right this second. Completely stuck in traffic, no hope of getting off the road in time. What would you do?”
“Hmm, not sure…” Meagan glanced around the car. “Maybe empty out my water bottle and pee in that, but that would be hard if I’m driving. If I had a towel or a blanket I could just put it under me. I think I should start carrying a blanket in my car anyway, I’ve spent enough nights in it.
“But actually, I think that if it were like this, where it’s creep-creep-creep and not a complete stop, I’d have trouble with anything. Driving stick does not make this easy. So maybe… maybe I would just piss my pants. Oh, except then my seat would smell like pee for years…”
“You’d be pretty stuck, huh?” Parker said, turning in his seat so he could watch her more closely.
“What I’d probably do is just stop driving for a second, get my pants down, and piss on the floor mat. At least that’s a lot easier to clean than the seat.”
“Wanna do that now?”
“Hmm, if we’re stuck here another hour I might have to. But nah, I’m good for a while yet, and I want to give you a better ending that that. How you doin’? You seem to like the ‘What if…?’ game a lot.”
“Oh, I’m definitely following orders over here,” Parker said.
“Hmm, I can’t look, gotta keep my eyes on the road—” Meagan leaned well over in her seat, reached out a hand, and found his crotch. Then she found the bulge in it. “Yeah you are.”
She rubbed him through his jeans. Parker started breathing a little more heavily; Meagan chuckled and pulled her hand away, because she had to switch gears.
“So I wanna try out the new toy ASAP,” she said, switching topics as well, “but we can’t do it at Celia’s place. Well, actually we totally could, she’d approve. But I’m not sure I could get in the mood, knowing she might hear us. We’ll have to figure something out.”
“What’s the toy supposed to do?” Parker asked.
“Vibrators just go right on the clit,” Meagan said, “and stimulate the whole dang area. That’s why it’s nice to have around. That’s why when you go down on me it feels pretty good, since you’re covering a lot more than your fingers can, but this way you won’t have to get hair in your mouth when you do it.”
“I really don’t mind, you know.”
“I know. And I know you’re feeling a little inadequate. But believe me, Parker, you do not need to feel worried. This toy is a lousy listener.”
“Am I that obvi—wait, don’t answer that.”
She chuckled.
“I just… I just feel like maybe I’ve been letting you down.”
“Not really. I just want to give both of us another tool. You can use it on me and then you’re part of the experience. Fingers, tongue, cock—and now, vibrator. You can do me so many different ways! And also I can do myself when you’re not around. Last summer got lonely, lover.”
“Fair enough.”
Some time later:
“Mmmmmmkay, this traffic is absolutely killing me.”
“Getting bad?”
“Yeah, because I keep having to shift gears. It’s hard to do my usual lock-it-down approach when I have to put in the clutch every other minute. And of course I can’t possibly cross my legs or sit on my heel or pull any of those other tricks. I could hold on for a lot longer if I could.”
“Any way I could help?”
“If you could drive…”
“Uh, just switch seats on the middle of the highway?”
“Sure, why not? Easy enough to run around real quick.”
“Okay, I can see that, but you remember I can’t drive stick, right?”
“Aw shit. I didn’t remember that, no. Well, I definitely need to teach you… but not right now.”
“Sorry.”
“You better be. How dare you not learn how to drive a manual transmission so you could spare your lover who’s desperate for a piss in the middle of 90/94?”
“It’s the greatest failure of my life. …Anything else I can do?”
Meagan bit her lip. “I’m okay for a bit longer. But if it gets much worse—and it totally will—I may need you to put some pressure on my crotch. If I can’t sit on my heel, maybe I can sit on yours.”
“Umm, I’m not sure if I can twist my leg that way. But wait, maybe my shoe?”
“I’ll try anything.”
Parker quickly unlaced one of his sneakers. He was about to pass it to her when he thought of another good idea and reinforced it with his sock, balled up inside. Meagan took it from him, lifted her butt off the seat, angled the shoe as if she were sitting on her own heel, and shoved it under.
“Hmm,” she said after a minute.
“Helping?”
“A little bit, but it’s kind of uncomfortable in other ways. I think I’ll hold off on this a bit.” She pulled the shoe back out and passed it back to him. “Good idea, though.”
Just then a car cut in front of them, since Meagan hadn’t been moving forward for the last minute. “Fuckers,” Meagan growled, squirming in her seat. “I hope they get hives and die.”
“That’s a little extreme, no?”
“Sorry. I’m a little cranky. It is getting seriously hard to hold.”
“Want the shoe back?”
“What I want is to let it all go.”
“If you really need to, just pee on the floor like you said.”
Meagan glanced at him with a half-amused, half-exasperated expression. “If I ‘really need to…’ Hah!” Her fingers were drumming on the rim of the steering wheel.
“I mean, like I said, I don’t want you to be so uncomfortable.”
“That’s what I’d call mixed messages, hon.”
“Same. Am I supposed to be turned on by this or not?”
Meagan shook her head ruefully. “I really am not having a great time over here. If I were able to do my usual stuff I’d be fine and I’d be telling you to keep yourself all hard for me. But I feel like I’m about to leak, and… I just feel… I’m usually in control when we do this and today I’m really not. This traffic ambushed me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Well, I’m sorry, too, because I told you to get turned on.”
“Yeah.”
Meagan bit her lip. Then she gasped and writhed, fingers clenched on the wheel, driving herself back into the seat with her arms and legs, hips twisting. “Okay. That was close. And I really do not want to wet myself. But I’ve got an idea.”
“What?”
“Relationships are all about compromise. Can you undo my belt, please?”
“Your seat belt or your regular belt?”
“Okay, can you undo both my belts, please? And my zipper?”
Parker quickly bent to obey.
“Ahhhh, that’s better,” Meagan said, “but I’m still gonna pee.”
“On the floor?”
She glanced around. “No SUVs nearby… no trucks… Yeah, on the floor. Help me with my pants, please?”
She lifted her butt up off the seat again and he quickly tugged her jeans off her hips and down to her thighs. Then they repeated the process with her underwear.
“Actually, I think I need these all the way off,” Meagan said, and started removing everything below her waist. By the time she was done she was squirming, nearly frantic, and Parker had a big load of clothes in his lap.
Meagan again checked her surroundings, then slid herself forward on the seat, leaning on the wheel. She hesitated for a second, considering angles, and then let go.
…For a moment. Just two seconds, really. Her pee looked like a jet from a fountain, arching out ahead of her onto the floor mat beneath her, and then stopped dead.
“Was that all?” Parker asked.
“Nope!” Meagan said. Still draped over the wheel, she turned and gave him a sly grin. “I let a little out but I held the rest back. Don’t need to go so badly now, but I will again pretty soon. Now I’m back in the driver’s seat.”
“When did you get out of it?”
She rolled her eyes. “What I meant, goofball, is that now I’m back in control. I’m as desperate as I want to be. So I can keep this going for you, but not piss my pants when I’m shifting gears. Pass me a tissue? And can I have my pants back? And my shoes?”
Parker handed over the various requested items. Meagan wadded up the tissue and dabbed at her crotch, then draped her jeans across her lap, so anyone looking down through the window wouldn’t have a direct line of sight to her bush, and finally slipped her shoes back on so driving was less awkward.
“How are you feeling?” Parker asked.
“Definitely still need to go. Enough that I’d still go straight to the bathroom if we were close to one. But I can definitely hold it now. In fact—pass me that water bottle, will you?” And a moment later she took several long swallows.
As she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, she looked over at him with sultry eyes. “How are you feelin’?”
“A lot more turned on now that you drank more water for me…”
Meagan reached over and brushed the crotch of his jeans with her fingers again. “Good.”
The next thirty minutes involved a sing-along to Meagan’s mixtape, a quick round of the license-plate game Parker’s family played, Meagan drinking still more water, a few more gentle caresses on Parker’s crotch, about a mile of progress down the highway, and Meagan’s restlessness starting up again.
Finally Meagan sighed with relief. “There’s our exit,” she said.
Five minutes later, as they were still creeping toward the off-ramp, Megan demanded, “God, where are they all coming from? And where are they going?”
“No clue.”
“Get out of the way, you fuckers! Gotta pee for my man!”
“Looks like a baseball game?” Parker said, guessing by the large number of White Sox logos visible on cars and people.
“Aw, nuts. Celia says the stadium’s right down the block. We rolled right into it, didn’t we.”
“Looks that way.”
“Eeeesh. I hope they get out of the way quick. I’m definitely needing to go, here.”
“I think I see a gas station.”
“You think I would have us end up at a gas station, after all this? Hell no. I’m takin’ you someplace nice and private. Besides, I gotta get my pants back on, so actually I need someplace nice and private.”
At last they broke loose from the traffic, turning left when most people were turning right or going straight, and headed east toward the lake—along a road with quite a few red lights.
“Shiiiit,” Meagan said, fingers drumming, bouncing in her seat. “We are so fuckin’ close. Hurry up and turn, light!”
As they crossed various landmarks—the L, King Drive, railroad tracks—the road surface got worse and worse. The potholes went from big to bigger. Meagan tried to avoid them, but couldn’t always, and cursed loudly each time they bounced over one.
“Crap, I just leaked a little on that one,” Meagan muttered. “Nearly there, though.”
At last they crossed a bridge over Lakeshore Drive, and Lake Michigan was spread out before them, huge and shimmering in the waning daylight—for it was now past 5:00 and the sun would be setting behind them in a little over an hour. Meagan had to pause to consider her next move, but eventually found what she wanted and steered them into a parking lot. There were plenty of cars near the entrance, but oddly, nowhere near enough to fill the lot, despite being a sunny Saturday in September. Meagan, biting her lip a little and nearly quivering, drove quite a ways down past the main concentration of people and parked in a spot about thirty slots away from the nearest car.
“Now for the tricky part,” she said as she turned off the engine and bent down to slip off her shoes. “Awww, god—bending over sucks…” She paused a second—at last totally still, the way Parker was used to her holding.
“Okay,” she breathed. “I can do this. I can.” She got her shoes off, then opened the car door and swung her bare legs out. She pulled on her jeans without bothering to grab her panties, gingerly zipping up to avoid caught hairs.
“Mmmmmmmkay,” she said, mostly to herself. “Guess I’m not doing up that button. And the belt is right out. Mmkay. I can do this. I can do this. …Ready?”
“Right behind you.”
“Let’s go.”
She pulled herself up, closed the door behind her, and strode toward the lake in that purposeful, totally-clamped-down style he remembered so well.
There wasn’t much to the lakeshore here. There was a playground down a ways, back where most people were parked, and the shrieks of children enjoying themselves could be easily heard. But mostly the shore was just big rocks. A bike path stretched out, completely empty, both north and south. And between the shore and the path was a big stretch of completely empty grass. Meagan walked stiffly out into it, nearly to the lake-edge where the boulders were piled in a rough wall. Parker followed her.
“Anyone coming?” she asked. She eased down the zipper of her jeans.
“No one in sight.”
She looked around anyway, suddenly seeming a tiny bit nervous or shy—then ripped the jeans off her hips and down her thighs, dropping into a squat in the same motion. She had to fling out a hand to balance herself. Parker caught her by the wrist and immediately felt Meagan throw her weight onto him.
“Thanks, lover,” she gasped gratefully—and began peeing even as she spoke.
It gushed out in a torrent, her usual dam-breaking style. Her piss spattered a little even on turf, she sprayed so hard. Parker took a step back—Meagan gave a startled yip as he shifted her weight with his move—and saw her stream sparking in the lowering light. He felt his heart hammering.
Also as usual, she did not pee very long. She let out a groan of vast relief as her stream tapered off. “Okay, that felt really really good to let go,” she said.
“I’ll bet. You’ve been holding—how long?”
“Too long. Which is why I didn’t actually make it all the way.” She dropped to her knees and pulled her jeans back up over her butt, but didn’t zip up. “Kneel down with me,” she said, tugging on his hand. He did so. “Your turn to let something go,” she murmured, even though no one was anywhere nearby to overhear.
“Huh?”
Meagan just undid his pants and maneuvered his erection out through the fly of his boxers. His hard-on looked angry and red. She stroked him gently, and whispered, “I’ll bet you need to come pretty badly, after being hard for me for so long.”
“Uh-huh…”
“Well, some days I make you wait, but I figure that traffic was rough on both of us, so not today,” she murmured again, stroking him a little faster. “Did you like it when I pissed on the floor of the car?”
“Yeah… I kinda did…”
“Did you like it when I told you to get hard for me?”
“Uhhh…”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She glanced around again—not nervous now, but watchful, sly, a quirk at the corners of her mouth and a hint of mischief in her eye. “Let go for me, lover,” she said, and kissed his cheek. “Remember the way my piss just shot out of me in the car? I wanna see you spurt the same way.”
With such encouragement, it didn’t take too long. He moaned a little, jerked a little—and yes, his spunk did launch in a little arc into the grass.
“There we go,” she said softly. “Better for both of us now.”
“Mmmm. Thank you.”
“Of course.”
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They hung out at the shore until after the sun went down, sitting on the rocks, watching the lights of downtown come on. Parker peed in the grass himself, and Meagan did a second time not long after dusk fell. But the fun was over for the moment; mostly they talked and star-gazed and wave-watched and generally loved each other.
The kids had gone home, it seemed; the lot was near-empty. Meagan stood up and stretched. “Ready to go?” she said.
“Well, we should go back to the car,” Parker replied, “but maybe not leave just yet.”
“Oh?”
“I just thought—nobody seems to be around. And you did say you wanted to try out the vibrator ASAP. And that you didn’t want to try it with Celia around…”
Meagan grabbed his face between her hands, pulled him close, and kissed him fervently. “You are amazing, lover,” she said—and, grabbing his hand, nearly dragged him to the car.
A short time later she was lying back in his arms in the back seat, jeans around her knees (she never had gotten her underwear back on), moaning, panting, shivering, writhing. “Oh god does that feel good,” she gasped.
He kissed her neck, which was readily available. “Let go for me,” he whispered in her ear. “Let go for me, my love. Go ahead and come.”
And when she did, he was glad that no one was within a quarter-mile to hear her.
Edited March 25, 2018 by Weasel
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Meifwa Sisters Through Deprecation And All
This is my very first omorashi story, I hope you enjoy it! :3
I rushed down the road, my skates accelerating my speed at an alarming rate. It was hard to see, the wind blew in my face, making my eyes water. I was unpleasantly surprised to see Helena standing before me, blocking my path. Why are siblings so annoying? I ignored her attempt to stop me from entering our humble abode, searching through my purse for my keys as I bounced around in my school uniform. My bladder twinged as I leaned over, groaning, before I heard Helena giggling, and the sound of a metal chiming. I looked up briefly to see her dangling the keys in front of my face while I desperately bent over again. Helena called one of her neighbors and friends from school, yelling while laughing.
"Julie! C'mon! I've got my sister!"'
"Fine...but I really need to pee!" Helena's friend replied softly, trudging over with her tail jammed in her crotch. I couldn't bear to watch, as I jammed my long tail into my crotch as well, I watched as a devilish grin crossed Helena's face, before I felt something hit me. I opened my eyes to see that I was tied upside down, and Julie was whimpering in front of me, it looked like the little girl was definitely about to burst. As I looked over at Helena, the urge to pee struck me again, much harder. But I jammed my hands into my crotch as well, feeling resilient. I was not about to wet myself in front of my little sister and her friend.
"Look at that. I suppose those martial arts classes from elementary school weren't useless after all!" Helena chuckled, seemingly unaware of her bursting friend. I wondered how mom and dad would've punished Helena if they didn't die in a car crash. Helena laughed more, whispering something to Julie, who was slowly shuffling towards me, pulling her light pink panties down.
"So, big sis. It seems that you're pretty resilient to let all that pee go, and just release yourself into happiness. Here I have Julie, who will help encourage you, by peeing in front of you. You'll have a pretty good view, good luck surviving this!" Helena exclaimed, bringing a look of horror over my face. Julie lifted up her blue skirt and took off her socks and shoes as she breathed a sigh of relief. Pee arched forward boldly, golden liquid streaming all over the lawn, as I squirmed helplessly. I really couldn't take any more of this.
"Augh! Helena! I'm going to pee all over my school uniform! Please, either untie my arms and legs, don't keep me upside down like this, or take off my clothes so I don't ruin them!" I pleaded, Julie's stream weakening and closing, as she started to put her skirt and underwear back on, as she looked over at Helena.
"Of course not! The point of this is for you to wet yourself! Julie's my friend, it would be mean to make her wet her clothes. You'll be helpless, like a little baby!" Helena answered, laughing loudly. A spurt of pee escaped, as I squeaked, the drop of pee crossed my belly button, flying down my chin, landing in the already Julie-pee soaked grass. I leaned forward a bit, to look at my extremely visible lime green panties, which were no longer covered by my plaid skirt, and had a small wet spot in the place where my legs were clamped together, wriggling. As my position returned, the barrier broke completely, a firm stream of pee rushing down my chest and back, flowing down my face along with tears. I let all of it go, as I covered myself in my own pee. The pressure of my bladder releasing felt like a heavily shaken up soda can exploding in my panties, pressing against the walls of my thighs. I felt myself being untied as I continued to pee all over myself, I was less than halfway done with my heavy stream. Just then, I got an idea. Helena was having difficulty untying the knots which kept my arms and legs in place, particularly my legs. My arms were now free, so I forcefully turned my waist around, grabbing my crotch and directing it in the direction of Helena as she screamed, tumbling backwards.
"AAAAAHHHHH! HEY!"
Maybe a little something good did come from this situation. Afterwards, both me and Helena were soaked in my own pee as we watched spotless Julie walk back over to her house, waving her goodbyes.
"Bye, Helena! Bye, Helena's older sister! I'm sorry I tortured you and peed in front of you!"
"Bye, Julie! It's not exactly okay with me, but I suppose something good came out of it!" I said, waving, my sentence tapering at the end.
"Bye..." Helena grumbled. I looked over at her to see her legs crossed with one of her hands between her legs.
"Hey, sis? I'm just going to the bathroom, okay?" Helena explained, holding up the house keys.
"Oh, no. No you won't." I said, snatching the house keys from her, now that my bladder was empty, it was pretty simple. Helena stretched out her other arm, bent over her crotch, reaching for the keys that were now very much out of her reach. I motioned for her to look, as a smirk crossed my face and I pulled out a large diaper. She wasn't winning this yet.
By the end of the night, I was still covered in pee, this time Helena's, and Helena was wetting her bed while asleep, oblivious to what was happening as she soaked her already dripping diaper, her legs spread out. I was excited to tease her in the morning about what had happened. I started to fall asleep in my own bed, before my eyes shot open. I would start a load of laundry with Helena and I's school uniforms. Helena might have been annoying and embarrassing, but she was still my lovable sister nonetheless. :3 |
"She walked into the room, butt-naked, the wet panties in her hand. It was the best sex I’ve ever had."
This story is a follow up to “Fifth date rule” and “Returning the favour”, from which I cited the last line. It’s not entirely crucial to read these stories beforehand. Nevertheless, if you by any chance have the time to do so, I would most certainly recommend it.
It’s going to be my last story, but you probably won’t believe it, because I announced my departure from the omorashi writing scene in general roughly two years ago. Yeah ok, I was a big fat liar. I’m going to say it once again, and once again I mean it: this will most positively be my last creative effort. I hope you will all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation and wetting, and includes some soft male-female sexual scenes at the end. Special credits to Ranpalan from the “Editing team” to proofread my work, and to the thread “Let’s trade stories” which loosely provided me with some inspiration.
- - THE LONG WAIT - -
*Ding*
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 30.000 feet at an airspeed of 350 miles an hour. The weather is excellent, and we are expecting to reach our destination approximately thirty minutes ahead of schedule. The cabin crew will be coming around to offer you our in-flight service.”
Finally. After six months of hard work, I was finally returning home after my overseas’ internship within my uncle’s international company. The whole experience had been amazing; I had learned so much during the last few weeks, and I was still on track to land in a junior executive position - it was an opportunity given to me that I couldn't possibly have refused. I smiled and sighed, so glad that I hadn’t messed it all up, because I had needed to leave behind the most precious thing in my life - Jess. Six months, it had seemed like an eternity. Let me tell you, long distance relationships suck.
At first, there’s the awful decision. She wants you to follow your dreams, you don’t want to leave her, but you want to go, you doubt, she stands firm, but you know that deep down inside she will miss you too. But - will she miss you too? Why is she so persistent? Maybe she just wants to get rid of you? You argue, realize your mistake and make up, have second thoughts again. Then it’s final, and then it’s not, and then it’s back to final. Awful.
Then, there’s the final kiss before you leave. You look her in the eyes, try not to cry, say you’ll call her as soon as you land, promise her to Skype her every night, then you cry anyway. You’re the last person to board and you have to leave now, but you can’t, and she says that nothing will change, but you know it will. Is the kiss temporarily final or eternally final? Final. The word just keeps spooking through your head during the entire flight.
But the worst part is the six-month period itself. That might seem pretty obvious, but there are moments where it hits you really hard. You work hard, you feel alone. You miss a few calls, she misses a few calls, and tells you she’s going out with her roommate. Just her roommate, or her roommate and the two guys living in the apartment below them? Just the movies, or is she going to a sweaty club afterwards? Alright, it was just the movies. You spice things up and try to make love over a webcam line, but it feels weird. You masturbate, but you don’t feel the love, it’s not the same. You need intimacy. A sexy Swedish blonde is doing her internship in the company. You get along. She’s wearing a skimpy red dress to the company gala, and she accidentally falls against you after a few drinks. Soft breasts. You think about accepting her ride to your home, but walk home to cool down instead, and realize how close you were to making a huge mistake. Had you just cheated on your girlfriend for having these thoughts? The rules were unclear. There were no rules. You should have made rules. You beat off, and inadvertently the blonde shows up in your fantasies. Was this cheating? If felt like cheating. The next time your girlfriend moans over Skype that she wants sex, you start to think about your own adventures, and the meaning of her words suddenly change. She said it at least thirty times before, but at that time, “she want’s sex” just meant that she wants you, and you felt good about yourself. Now it means that she is horny and willing to take any guy in her neighbourhood. Off course she’s not. But you know there’s a possibility, and it kills you inside. You count down, hesitant to pick up her calls, afraid that she will break up with you over the phone. She doesn’t. You hope everything returns to normal when you get back.
I gulped down the whisky that I had ordered from the stewardess, and smiled when I looked out of the window. Finally, I was going home again, and all of these headaches were all over. A company car would pick me up from the airport, and I would go straight to Jess’ apartment again. We hadn’t made exact plans, but I could think of a few things to do. I hoped her roommate Chloe would be gone tonight so we would have some privacy.
“So, big day today, huh? Don’t worry Jess, I made plans for tonight so you two lovebirds will have the apartment to yourselves.”
“Come on Chloe, you don’t have to disappear, we don’t mind you being here at all.”
“Jess - and I’m raising my eyebrow here - are you serious? It’s been six months. Twenty four weeks that you will have to make up for in just one night. You do not want me here.”
“I guess you’re right. I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”
“Nervous? Why? You two just passed the ultimate love test! You should be thrilled!”
“Yeah um… It’s just that it’s been awhile since we… you know. What if… I don’t know...”
“Jess. Not that again. Did you shave?”
“Yeah, but what does that have to do with…”
“You will be neat and naked, he will be horny. You do the math.”
I tossed and turned my cell phone around in my hands while the businessman next to me made an in-flight call to his boss, or at least someone in power. I pondered about making a surprise call to her too, but the service rate was hardly cheap, and I was hardly rich. Sure, if the company credit card took care of it all like my neighbours’, it would be no problem. I decided not to. We managed six months - another six hours wouldn’t be the end of it. The more money I saved, the more I had left to pick her up a present from the airport gift shop.
“Jess, I’m getting impatient of you pacing around the apartment. Here, have a drink, sit down. Look - if you worry too much, then just give him exactly what he wants. It will be great either way, but if it gives you some confidence, it could be worth a try.”
“What he wants… what do you mean?”
“I don’t know, you’re his girlfriend; he must have some kinks in the bedroom, every guy has at least one.”
“No, I don’t think he does, we just…”
“Jess. Listen to me. Every guy has at least one. Uniforms, whips, leather, feet, you name it. Think. What was the best sex you ever had? What happened before?”
“I… I’m not telling you that, but…”
“Fine, if you don’t want my help, I’ll get back to the dishes.”
“Ok, ok - but don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m listening.”
“Do you remember the time when I slid the bathroom key under the door - off course you remember, you soaked your jeans right there - well, I was horny and desperate, and we made out in the shower and…”
“Hey, I don’t need all the spicy details. Well, maybe I do, but not today. Ok, so he likes to see you antsy and bursting to pee. I get the appeal; you’re his sweet damsel in distress that he wants to save. Typical. Every man wants to be the hero of his girl. Well - this is easy. All we need is a simple scenario for a roleplay and… wait up, I’ll get something from my room, I have an idea.”
“Ropes?”
“Yep, ropes. Don’t worry, they’re special ones that don’t slice into your wrists when you stir.”
“Wait, Chloe, what the hell are you talking about?”
“His fantasy. He has a key to the apartment, right? Text him that he can come in on his own. Tease him. It’s mysterious, he’ll love it.”
“And what will I do?”
“Aha! You will be on your bed in your underwear. Just before he arrives, I will tie your hands and feet to the bed ends. And you make sure that you need the bathroom with some urgency. Don’t fake it, you’re a terrible actress. Drink some water, it should be easy to calculate how much. Let him save you, and be grateful,... really grateful.”
“...”
“What? Look, if you don’t want to do it, fine. He will be happy with a quick fix, either way. You’re both in love. But it’s not such a bad idea if you’re into it; he will know instantly how you planned this out for him, as if you were fantasizing about the moment for the entire past six months.”
“Ok… maybe… I don’t know… and how much do I drink?”
“Enough. Relax; it’s still a few hours - you should only start when there’s two hours left or so, with a few glasses, that should be plenty.”
The seatbelt sign came on, and the soothing voice of the flight commander announced that we would start our descent in a few moments. I thought about the fact that I never had flown with a female pilot in the cockpit before, and wondered why that was. The weather outside seemed sunny, just like announced, and we would arrive half an hour earlier than originally planned, just like announced.
I called Jess as soon as we were taxiing to the terminal. The conversation was quite short; there was a lot of noise in the airplane so I had to speak up rather loudly - it wasn’t the perfect setting for a lovely, enticing conversation. But the message came through, and she told me how she missed me, and how she wanted me to hurry. She didn’t tell why, and I wondered whether it was just love talk, or whether she really wanted me to make a dash for it for some reason. I would have to wait for my luggage anyway, but I hoped mine would be the first suitcase on the belt.
“Ok Chloe, he just landed.”
“Great. Did you go the bathroom?”
“I just did.”
“Great. Come, I’ll pour you something. No alcohol, it will only cloud your senses, and you’re drunk on love anyway. How long till he gets here?”
“Hmm… he would text me when he arrived in our city’s district, but I think, over a little less than an hour and a half. One hour and a quarter, maybe.”
“One hour and a quarter? Jess, I told you two hours! Oh well, it will do. How many glasses of water do you think you’ll need?”
“I don’t know, one glass to start?”
“One glass in a less than an hour and a half? Are you serious? You’ll need at least four glasses, believe me. I would even take five if I were me, and I know you can hold it as well as I do - we tested in more than one occasion, remember? Bathroom buddies when we go clubbing?”
“Okay… two glasses, then.”
“Two times two. Come on, drink.”
“Ok, one down.”
“Next! One and a quarter, one and a half, one and three quarters, two!”
“I think this will be enough to…”
“No effin’ way, Jess. At least four. You need to be convincing.”
“Two. Ok, just another half a glass then.”
“Here, drink. Two and a quarter, two and a half, two and a half, two and a half… come on, keep going. Don’t stop!”
“That’s two and three quarters! That’s enough, Chloe.”
“Ok, for now then, but you’ll need more in a few minutes, I assure you.”
“Why are you so tough? You haven’t consumed a single drop yourself!”
“Oh, you want me to drink along? Sure, I’ll show you that you’ll need four glasses. And I will not visit the bathroom in the apartment anymore, not before your boyfriend arrives. Heck, I’ll even lock the door to make my point.”
“I was just kidding, you don’t have to prove yourself, but...”
“One… Two… Three… and a half... Four.. and... a… a half... F... Fi... ah... Five. And that, is how it is done! Don’t laugh at me!”
My heart was beating in my chest once I set foot on home soil. A lot can change in six months - the airport hall was completely remodeled since my departure, and I thankfully had the company driver to guide me through the maze. Had I changed? I believed not. Had Jess changed? I hoped not. Only less than an hour that kept us apart. The tension rose with every text I sent, documenting my journey towards her with great detail.
“Oh. My God.”
“What?”
“You look so... seductive - I almost had forgotten you owned clothing other than sweatpants!”
“Well, I never had reason to dress up in the last couple of months, but now that he’s back,... Anyway, he’s approaching the district, can you be gone in ten minutes?”
“Yeah, of course, come on, I’ll tie you to the bed.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Foot!”
“Hey, not too tight!”
“Don’t be such a wuss, Jess, these ropes are delicate as a feather, your fragile ankles won’t feel a thing, I promise. Other foot!”
“It’s just a little weird, I haven’t done anything like this before...”
“Arm! Relax, he is going to like it, I guarantee you. I’ll do the dishes for a month if he doesn’t. The moment when he sees you squirming around, waiting for him to save you…”
“Yeah, uhm - about that - I don’t think those three glasses were quite enough...”
“Really? Arm! Come on Jess, you being desperate was eighty percent of the fantasy!”
“Well, I do feel a little need, I could go, but I don’t HAVE to. It’s too late now, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know, you still got ten minutes, I think you can still do some damage control - wait a second.”
“Drink this.”
“The whole bottle?”
“The whole small bottle. Ten minutes, Jess - it has to run right through you, you’ll need as much as you can take.”
“Fine.”
“Good girl. Alright, now that you are all tied and filled up, I’m going to take off.”
“Chloe?”
“Yeah?”
“I wonder... Have you ever had sex with a full bladder?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“You know a good girl like me doesn’t kiss and tell… have fun!”
The texting back and forth between Jess and me had come to an abrupt halt with a mysterious message - my eyes were glued to my phone for a few good seconds, trying to decipher the cryptic code within.I don’t know how much longer I can wait - I need you so bad right now. The front door is unlocked. Hurry.
In any other situation and without context, I would have assumed that she was in serious trouble, but I was almost sure that it wasn’t the case now. There was a wink emoticon, and we had been busy warming each other up for the last couple of minutes. It was a lot more explicit than the last few vanilla messages though - or was I reading too much into it? She meant sex, right? Maybe not. Maybe she was just taking a hot dish out of the oven, and I needed to arrive before it got cold. Maybe. I texted her back, but I didn’t get an answer.
I looked up to see where we were - a seven minute drive away from her apartment - and just captured how an oblivious driver flat out pulled out of a small alleyway, forcing our car onto the pavement while slamming the brakes. Asshole. I only stop for hot chicks, proclaimed his bumper sticker - the total douchebag level at least checked out. Fortunately, we were both unharmed and quickly back on our way, but unfortunately, that didn’t last very long. Two crossroads further, my driver pulled over onto a bus stop, checking his mirror in the process, and sighed. “Yeah, I think we got a flat tire.”
Yet another delay. I stayed in the car while the company driver got out, and dialed Jess’ cellphone number, to let her know that I would arrive at her place later than expected. Her phone rang a couple of times, then I got her voicemail. I tried calling her again, same result, so I texted her, and got out of the car to see how the repairs were going. Turns out that there was no spare tire, and my driver had called the leasing company’s road assistance. I idled on the sidewalk for a good minute, and then made an impulsive decision - I chose to walk to her apartment. Waiting around while Jess was waiting for me was killing me inside, and while a fifteen minute walk could hardly be called heroic, I hoped it would be at least a little bit romantic. I said my goodbyes to the driver, gathered my belongings, and went on my way.
“Chloe?”
It was only a quarter of an hour later that I realised that my projected fifteen minute walk would be a little longer in time. Three blocks to go and I picked up my pace. Jess wasn’t responding to any of my texts, but I would be with her soon anyway. Finally.
“Chloe! Oh God... CHLOE!”
“Chloe, I’m serious, are you there? I think he’s late, and I really need to pee now! Please?”
“CHLOEEEEE... Fuck... CHLOE!”
“Chloe...”
“Chloe... please untie me... please... before I...”
When I arrived at Jess’ place, I found the door unlocked with a green post-it note on top of it, that said after unfolding: Welcome home sweetheart - strip to your boxers, don’t make a sound, and meet me in my room... which is exactly what I did without hesitating. Fighting the urge to rush the task, I tried to follow Jess’ instructions close to the letter. I managed to gently drop my shirt, shoes and socks into the sofa without making a single sound, but the adrenaline rushing through my body eventually got the upper hand of me. The metallic noise of my belt buckle falling onto the tiled floor filled the living room. Fuck.
“Chloe? Thank god, please please come in quickly…”
It was the first time in six long months that I heard my girlfriend’s voice in real life again, instead of over the phone, and to me, it sounded so sweet and divine, as if she was some goddess calling me from above. I didn’t even think about the possibility of her roommate being home home while I was standing in their living room half naked, I thought only about barging through her bedroom door to finally taste her lips again, and so I did.
“Well, I’m not Chloe, but I think that...”
My heartbeat stalled for a moment while I inspected the scene that I was walking into. Jess was lying on the bed all tied up, her nipples pointing through her bra towards the ceiling. Her legs - much like her arms - were spread entirely and with some imagination, I could see the outlines of her lips through the fabric of her panties. Her knees were unnaturally aimed towards each other, and the whole underside of her body seemed restless, as if something had stressed her out.
“... Jess, are you alright? Who... what... Did someone break into the apartment while the door was unlocked?”
She gave me a puzzled look, and then bursted out laughing compulsively, while I stood by her bedroom door studying her expression, not knowing how to react. Her eyes were closed and she had somewhat of a painful grimace on her face, but her smile seemed truly genuine, and I couldn’t resist grinning with her, like I was a complete idiot. Her laughter died out before mine, and she waved her butt around sensually, inviting me to come in bed with her.
“It’s a surprise for you”, Jess said, using her most enticing voice, “I’ve been - waiting - a long time for you. Now I kind of have to pee, but... there’s something else I want you to do first, something I’ve been craving for since the day you left...”
She slowly bit her lip softly and theatrically diverted her eyes towards her most intimate parts, making her intentions clear as ice to me. Although her lace panties were black, they worked as a red rag to a bull for me, and I quickly slammed the door shut before crawling into her bed, like a tiger observing its prey. I gently placed my fingers on her knee and slowly moved up her tense thighs, and she gasped, her bottom twisting and turning, my touch driving her totally crazy. I deliberately missed her crotch by just an inch, let my fingertips slip past her hard nipples, and tucked my hand behind her neck. I stared into her pleading eyes, pulled her head slightly towards me, and leaned over to passionately kiss her full on the lips. It had been so long since I touched her that I had trouble composing myself, but the feeling was mutual, as she forced her trembling lips onto mine again, harder than the first time.
I laid beside her and admired her sexy body for a few good seconds; whether she wanted it or not, there was nothing that she could do in her tied up position, and I absolutely loved being in control of the situation. She was breathing loudly, and her legs were pulling the rope around her ankles frantically, trying to press her thighs together in vain. It wasn't until then that I noticed the bulge around her waist, and realised how badly she really needed to pee. I hesitated for a second and looked into her longing eyes again, giving her a chance to confess her need to me, in case she would want me to untie her before we moved any further. As if she was reading my mind, she slowly waved her butt back and forth again, clearly having trouble to keep the rest of her body still, and pointed her eyes towards her black panties again.
She really wanted me to pleasure her first.
I swiftly moved my hand down under and slipped my fingers right into her panties, instinctively placing them exactly where I knew she liked them, it was like riding a bike. I ran my fingertips over her sensitive spots to warm her up, and gasped when I felt how wet she already was just by the anticipation of making love with me. Not that I was truly surprised, since I was already rock hard myself, without Jess even having touched my erection. She moaned and told me to hurry up, which drove me even crazier; I plucked the condom from the nightstand, and dropped my boxers. I crawled onto the bed again, and my fingers grabbed the fabric of her panties so I could remove them, but then I realised that I wouldn’t be able to pull them down as long as her legs were spread by the rope around her ankles. Taken over by animal lust, I gently moved the fabric around her vulva aside, and pointed my erection towards her. I slowed down, placed it into position, ready to burst forth, and closed my eyes.
“Stop - ah - stop... I can’t, stop, I can’t, honey, I’m sorry, I can’t, I’m so sorry!”
I immediately pulled back and opened my eyes; a tear was running down Jess’ face.
“I need to pee, I can’t hold it, please untie me, I don’t want to ruin my mattress!”
I jumped out of the bed without hesitating, and went down on my knees so that I could untie my precious girlfriend in distress as quickly as possible. Confidently, I pulled the end of the rope and assured Jess that she would be out in a second - only to realize that the knot around her ankle wasn’t a conventional one, and that the rope didn’t come loose at all. I cluelessly looked up to Jess, but she had her eyes closed and couldn’t see me - I brainlessly tried the other ankle, hoping that it would come off easier, but to no avail. Jess had dropped all pretense and squirmed around in her bed for all that she had, her knees furiously moving around, and although I felt sorry for her, I couldn’t help to be aroused by the wonderful sight. The fabric of her panties was still aside, and the enticing slit between her thighs was sensually dancing with Jess’ movements. It was a mesmerising sight for a lustful man like me, and I could have stared at it all day long, but there were more urgent matters to take care of. So I stood up, and watched Jess’ body freeze for a good second, and she whimpered, before squirming around again. A short burst of pee dripped out from between her legs; she had leaked. I had to take more drastic measures.
“Hold on Jess - I’ll be right back!”
Jess moaned and I wondered whether she had spurted once again, while I spurted towards the kitchen to grab the scissors out of the silverware drawer; it wouldn’t be the most elegant or most heroic solution, but it would be the fastest one, and that was what Jess needed at that time. But much to my surprise, all the scissors and knives were taken out of the drawer, and there was just a simple note that said:
“The greater the effort, the sweeter the reward. The easy way is no fun. Love, Chloe.”
Perplexed, I turned the piece of paper around, and on the backside there was a copy of Chloe’s girl scout knot tying diploma - a particular knot was circled in red with the instructions how to tie the rope. My hands were shaking as I tried to figure out how to do the steps backwards, but then I heard Jess squeal, desperately begging me to help her, and I decided that I would just have to learn by doing it. I rushed into her room again, dropped the piece of paper on her nightstand, and pulled the particular side of rope highlighted in the last step. Adrenaline rushed through me while I succeed; one part of the knot came loose, and I recognized the remaining part from the penultimate picture. Jess clenched her fingers, and shuddered; I could have perfectly clocked the pressure waves overtaking her, urine no doubt rushing against the tormented muscles in her full bladder.
The next step, however, seemed to be a little more tricky, and required a lot more of prying the rope, but I persistently followed through, determined to save Jess from her position before it would be too late. The problem was that, though, that when she desperately yanked her hands towards her, the rope would pull itself back into position, and I hardly gained ground. Knowing Chloe all too well, I soon realised that she had used a self-tying knot technique, and considerately asked Jess to try and keep her body under control as good as possible, to which she moaned in despair, nevertheless holding herself as still as she could.
“I’ll try, I’ll try, please hurry!”
I could only promise her to be as fast as I could; the rope prying was definitely more successful, and I could pull loop after loop from around her wrist. Ecstatic that her arm could move around a little further, she wildy twitched around again, making the last kinks in the rope harder to untangle, but after a good ten seconds of work, the knot came loose, and I scrambled onto the foot end of the bed, while Jess’ hand surged directly to her crotch.
I was now in the front row again, and couldn’t resist to take a quick glance; her middle finger was jammed between her lips, her buttocks furiously rocking around, her thighs flexing themselves. She cried out to God more times than I could count, but I knew a divine intervention wouldn’t come and save her. Just three more knots, and she could rush towards the bathroom to get the relief she so badly needed. I gently requested her to lay still again, and she complied, but compared to her wrists, keeping her ankles still seemed to be extremely hard; so urgent was her need, that she had completely lost control over her body. I had just successfully loosened the first two loops when her breathing got heavier, and her legs started jerking around even wilder. The roped tied themselves tighter again, and there was nothing that I could do anymore, except telling Jess to lay still, but she didn’t seem to listen to me any longer.
Powerless, I looked up to her, and noticed that all of her fingers were hugging her privates now, covering all of the skin between her thigh and her panties, and she shuddered a few times, before the jerking movement off her legs slowly died out. Glistening drops of pee were passing through her fingers, and soon joined their forces into a sizzling river delta; Jess had lost the battle against her full bladder and slowly but surely started wetting her bed. I hesitantly pried loose another loop, and then I realised there was nothing more that I could do; I had failed her. It would take me more than a minute to undo the rest of the ropes, and Jess simply didn’t have that time. The force of the stream coming from between her legs only got stronger, and the flood drenched the fabric of her panties, still hanging from the side, and landed into her bed.
In a last effort to save her mattress, I looked around the room for a container of some sort, and noticed an empty plastic bottle standing on her night stand. Without overthinking it, I grabbed it from the table and pressed the opening it against Jess’ fingers. It wasn’t until then that I realised that the stream of her pee was so thick compared to the small gap in the bottle, and that pissing into one wasn’t as easy as it was for boys, but Jess played along anyway, no doubt in absence of a better option. Trembling, she moved her fingertips out of the way, and a short burst of pee sprung out of her body before I forced the bottle onto her lips. After a few corrections, the piece of plastic managed to collect most of the wetness, and we both heard the satisfying sound of the stream hitting the bottom of the bottle. Jess sighed and completely let go, pee gushing out her like a waterfall, the width of flood expanding, and thick drops splashed against the side of the bottle, all over my hands. In a second or fifteen, she filled the entire bottle, and before I properly realised it, the piece of plastic overflowed, pee waving onto her intimates again. I retracted the bottle, but Jess didn’t stop at all, her mattress ruined anyway, and blissfully continued emptying her bladder into her bed.
We looked each other in the eye for few seconds after she finished, both of us unsure how to react, and then we both bursted out laughing at the complete absurdity of this situation. While I told her how much I loved her, and she told me how much she loved me, I untied her ropes, and we cuddled on the dry side of the bed. She started kissing all over my body, and then playfully pulled me out of bed. I followed her towards Chloe’s bedroom, admiring her sexy bottom as she leaped through the living room naked. We made love in her roommate’s bed out of revenge.
It wasn’t the sex best I’ve ever had, but it was certainly the hottest.
Fortunately we did it more than once that night.
THE END |
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TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS UNSPECIFIC DESCRIPTION OF SEXUAL ASSAULT
Seth Carlon never showed any real emotion. He never smiled, never laughed, never screamed, and never, ever cried. His face was just a complete blank of nothing, and he never twitched a muscle on it unless it was truly necessary for him to speak.
But, the soon-to-be seventeen year old wasn't always like that.
Seth was never loud, or was the kind that laughed too much. He was smart and quiet, and sometimes shy, too. But he would always smile and let himself have fun when he was with friends or family.
On the year of his thirteenth birthday, everything changed. Seth became withdrawn and distant, and he spoke less than he did before, which wasn't much, to begin with. By the time he turned fifteen, he was acting like an actual robot-everything was done automatically and systematically, he never stopped to rest or laugh or just relax. On Seth's sixteenth birthday, he became more than impassive, he became cold. He never seemed to care about others, and the few words that managed to escape his mouth every once in a while was always short and blunt, and more often than not, rude.
And no one, no one at all, knew what had happened. Not his classmates, not his friends, not even his family. And of course, with Seth's age and attitude, therapy just wasn't possible-he would never allow it, and his family was too worried and cautious around him to force him into anything.
Seth folded his arms. His mom was taking a hell of a long time just shopping for a pair of sneakers for him. He'd at first refused to come with her, but finally agreed to it if she let him sit in the car while she went to marvel at the hundreds and thousands of shoe designs inside the store, and probably buying herself a few bags of clothes and makeup in the process.
She'd been gone for two hours, and, if Seth had to admit it, he was dying for a piss. But he didn't let that fact get to him. Urinating was a part of everyday life, and it never crossed his mind that he might not make it. He was Seth, after all.
Half an hour later, his mom returned, indeed carrying five shopping bags, four of which contained her new clothes and makeup and shoes. Seth glared and her, tightening his folded arms around his chest. His mom, having spent three years observing his wordless actions, knew he was irritated.
"I'm sorry, Seth, there was just too much to choose from! I wish you'd come with me," she said, sliding into the driver's seat.
Seth wished he had, too. Not because of the shopping, obviously, but because his need to urinate was growing stronger and he would've preferred to go in the mall rather than sit in the car for hours feeling all hot and bothered. The drive home was at least an hour long, since they lived in the countryside, but if they met traffic, it'd probably be another half hour.
Seth crossed his legs, immediately feeling better, and looked out of the window.
"Oh, and by the way, we're gonna eat out for dinner, so we're meeting your dad, Aiden, Jack, and Ava by the gas station," his mom said.
Great, they weren't even going home.
Forty-five minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot next to Ally's Diner, which was Ava's favorite restaurant. Seth did not like his fourteen year old sister's tastes, but he would tolerate another round of meatball spaghettis and heavy hamburgers if it meant he didn't have to speak. He hated speaking. It was a waste of energy and effort to try and get people to understand him, and he knew no one ever would.
"Oh, wait. Mind if I drive over to the gas station first? It'll only take a while."
Of course Seth minded. But the grunt that he allowed as an answer didn't transfer much of a message, so his mother assumed that he was fine with it and drove off.
Maybe he could use the bathroom at the gas station, but Seth knew he wouldn't bother, because going would mean opening his mouth to explain where he was going, and he didn't want any more interaction with anyone any more than he already had. Not even his mother.
Ten minutes later, his mom parked the car beside the gas station, and left Seth in the car, because it was his typical wish to do as little as possible. However, Seth was regretting his habit, as he could feel urges pinging into his bladder. He hadn't drunk much, but it was quite some hours-ten, to be exact-since he felt the very first nudges in his bladder. It was just that the nudges had become much stronger as he was waiting for his mom to shop. And now, urges were literally slamming into his bladder in a very uncomfortable way.
His mom came walking back half an hour later, talking on the phone, and Seth cursed her silently for taking so long and using the phone, which delayed another five minutes to an actual bathroom. He changed his position, crossing his other leg over the previous one, and realized it wasn't helping as much as he'd hoped. Still, his need to pee wasn't the main thing on his mind.
Jamie didn't even apologize to her son this time, but started the engine immediately and drove back to the Ally's Diner, which, by now, had a parking lot full of cars, and required twenty minutes of waiting before they got a parking space. By then, Seth was feeling very uncomfortable, especially with the diagonally placed seatbelt he had on, which meant that it pressed down onto the right side of his bladder.
His bladder still wasn't his first priority, though. His priority was getting back home as soon as he could and back into the safe confines of his room. That, would always and forever be his priority.
Mother and son exited the car, with Jamie leading, which meant she missed the slight grimace taking over Seth's mildly handsome features as gravity took a pull on his bladder. The sky was darkening as evening took over, and Seth couldn't help but shiver as he remembered the events that had happened a week after his thirteenth birthday, continuously until after his fifteenth birthday. They headed into the restaurant and found the rest of the family seated in a round booth in a corner, having already ordered their chosen meals.
Jamie ordered Seth's usual for him, knowing he didn't like talking.
Seth was frowning as a particularly large urge jabbed into his bladder. He wouldn't call it desperation, but it was close. His abdomen muscles were starting to hurt, and he didn't like the achy feeling at all.
The food came within fifteen minutes, and Seth felt tense even as he looked at the large glass of fruit punch he usually had placed in front of him. His don't-bother attitude was quickly turning into uneasiness. He needed the bathroom, and he wanted to go back to his room. That was all he knew.
Not wanting to draw attention to himself, he ate his food and drank his fruit punch, though it was significantly less enjoyable with his pounding bladder sending constant signals that he was to release its fluids very soon.
As the plates were cleared and desserts served, Seth was trying very hard not to move a muscle. His need to go had intensified after drinking the large glass of fruit punch, and he was starting to think he might not make it, even though the fact that he couldn’t control his own body was very hard to accept.
Dessert was finished quickly, and by then, Seth was trembling, his legs jiggling unconsciously under the table. Couldn’t they just leave already? He wanted to go home. He wanted his room. Why couldn’t anyone tell he needed the bathroom?
Unfortunately for the boy, his family started chatting about random stuff like schools and relationships and the latest trends, and he of course, didn’t join in, sitting silently with his arms wrapped tightly around his torso, squirming ever so subtly to keep his bladder in check.
Couldn’t his family hurry? He had to go so, so bad. Everything hurt. His bladder hurt. His lower stomach hurt. His muscles hurt. His chest hurt. His head hurt. He felt like screaming from the pressure, but all he did was unwrap his arms from his torso and place them on either side of himself, gripping the seat with such force that he was sure his hands would leave dent marks on it.
He tried crossing his legs again. It didn’t work.
He tried squeezing his thighs together. It didn’t help, either.
His bladder was reaching its full capacity, but Seth was still too stubborn to speak up about his need. He didn’t want to. He refused to.
“Hey, is Seth okay?”
Seth squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body shaking with the tremendous effort required to stop himself from going right there and then.
“Seth?”
His family had found out. They had found out that he was not okay, but by then, he was wishing they didn’t notice him at all.
All he could hear was the pounding of his heart, his arms aching from clinging so tightly onto the seat. His will to hold on was strong, but his muscles were tired, and they wanted to rest.
Seth could feel it as soon as he lost it.
His eyes flew open, and they darted down to find a dark stain spreading across his crotch. The horror he felt was nothing compared to the sudden shock of his loss of control.
His entire family was staring at him, concerned, so he did the only thing he could think of.
He ran.
He ran and ran and ran, out of the restaurant and down the street to who knew where, the warmth of his urine rushing down his legs distinctly felt against his legs. His head was spinning, and he wanted to stop, but at the same time, he didn’t think he could ever stop.
Finally, he stumbled into an alley, unaware of the dawning darkness that he was usually so scared of. Crashing to the ground in exhaustion and shame, he tried to undo his pants with shaking, numb hands, but when he finally managed to, all he had left in him was a few measly drops.
Seth wasn’t relieved, He was suddenly aware of the pressing darkness, and the memories came crashing back to him as loud and clear as ever, sending his body and mind into overdrive. He started panicking. He could feel the sweat pouring down his forehead and drenching his shirt, his urine cold against his legs. His was alone. In the dark. And-
Seth choked out a scream as someone grabbed him.
He had undone his pants. He hadn’t done them back.
“Little kid, you shouldn’t be displaying that beauty out there and expect me not to play with it,” a voice growled down his ear. Seth could feel his throat closing up.
No, not again. No. This can’t be happening-
“Shut up,” the voice hissed. Seth didn’t know he had been making any noise except for the sound of his shallow breathing. His senses seemed to have heightened and dimmed at the same time.
“Now let me do my stuff.”
Seth was terrified. He was beyond terrified. His body shook violently, and he didn’t even have the strength to try and escape.
He could feel cold, rough hands where they didn’t belong. He could feel skin against skin that shouldn’t be touching.
He couldn’t think straight. It was happening. Again. He thought he had left those memories behind a long time ago. But this was the reality. This was déjà vu. This was what shouldn’t be happening. This was his worst nightmare alive.
Then-“Hey! Leave my brother alone!”
Then the hands were slipping away. And the man was gone.
Seth crumpled to the ground, his heart still palpitating at an alarming speed. His brain couldn’t process what had just occurred, and his was only vaguely aware that he was shaking very unnaturally. He curled up on the hard concrete ground, burying his face in his arms.
“Seth!”
It was Aiden.
His brother touched his arm, and Seth couldn’t help but jerk away from the contact. He’d had enough touching to last a lifetime.
“Hey, Seth. It’s Aiden.”
Aiden sat down beside his brother, who remained curled up on the ground, shivering.
“Take your time,” he said quietly.
And take his time Seth did. A minute passed. Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty. He didn’t move from his position. Aiden’s phone rang. It was their mom phoning. Aiden shushed her and said he would explain later. Then it was another round of silence.
An hour later, Seth finally shifted. With great difficulty, he sat up, fumbling with his pants, before half turning to his brother avoiding any eye contact, looking so small it broke Aiden’s heart.
“Seth? Can you-do want to say anything?”
Seth didn’t think anyone and asked him that through the last three years of continuous torture. Both mentally and physically.
“Hold my hand,” he whispered.
Aiden was surprised. Seth never really requested for anything. But if holding his hand made him feel better, then he would.
Seth flinched when Aiden took his hand, but let it stay. They were sitting at a distance, but this was the first contact Seth had had that made him feel comforted rather than violated.
So Aiden held his hand.
He held his hand when Seth started crying.
He held it when their family came to get them.
He held it through the entire drive back home.
He let Seth shower in privacy.
Then he held Seth’s hand throughout the night, sleeping beside him, because Seth was his brother, and though questions were swirling around his head, he knew that protecting his family was the most important. |
Extreme spoilers for Dark Souls 3: Ashes of Ariandel ahead.
“I see flame. Flame, flickering, once again. Not enough blood yet shed. My flail… bring me my flail. Ahh, Friede. What stops thine ears? Please, my flail, right away…”
I knew he’d be trouble, and now here he is, disturbing the Father. Damn Ash. I’d have killed him as soon as I saw him if he wasn’t undead. Damn Darksign.
“Ahh, oh. Bring Friede to me, please. Canst thou not see? The flame, flickering once again. Soon it will surge. I can see it, feel it...”
Oh well. Let’s just get it over with.
“Fret not father, we have no need of thy flail. Tis only the flame, quivering at misguided Ash.” The scythe’s blade is cold as I run my hand across it. It won’t be for long. “Please avert thine eyes. I will snuff out these ashes for good.”
All I do is walk forward, slowly, and the Ash comes running. I need to have a talk with Yuria about her idea of “potential”, if this is how her “Lords” behave in a fight. He comes into range, and all it takes is a few swings before he’s on the ground, fading away.
“Return from whence thou cam’st,” I tell him. “For that is thy place of belonging.”
He’ll be back, of course. But that’ll teach him a good lesson. It takes a few minutes – the fire’s just up the stairs, so at the very least he’s being smart about it and preparing himself. Maybe even poking at one of those white signs, as if it’d be any help.
Sure enough, he comes charging through the fog. Now he’s got his shield up. How cute. He thinks he’s learning.
Of course, I just walk towards him. Walking is always so much more intimidating than running.
He thinks he has an opening, so he lunges around his shield. A jump to the side is more than enough to get out of his way, and a swing to counterattack leaves him reeling. I was really hoping that’d do him in straightaway.
The Ash rolls off to the wall, and I stay behind. I bring the scythe up and pull it back, and then he can’t see me anymore. He takes a swig of that estus that undead are so attached to, and I jump across the hall to his side. The idiot runs over to where I just was, so I drive the scythe into his back.
He falls, but by some miracle he manages to pick himself up again. He tries to roll off, but I hit him with a low swipe and he fades away before he gets a chance to figure out which way was up.
“Leave us be, Ashen One.” I know he won’t listen, but at least if I tell him it makes him wrong for coming back. “Sweep all thought of us from thy mind. As thy kind always have.”
A few minutes and he’s back again, of course, but now he’s changed into some lighter armor. Roll around all you like, it won’t help you. He runs at me, I walk towards him, and he manages to actually get out of the way of my first few swings this time. Apparently rolling is helping him. He takes a swing, and I jump out of the way, but he follows up with another and nicks me right as his attack is ending. No big deal, and it’ll be back to normal once he dies anyways.
I jump back across the hall and turn invisible again. He hasn’t learned, so he runs at me, and I jump over his head. He’s on the floor in one strike yet again. This Ash is stubborn, though, and he gets himself out of the way before I can finish him. A dose of estus, and he rolls in for some attack. I catch him with the scythe-blade as he’s getting up from a roll, so he has to pick himself up off the ground again. He manages to lift himself directly into the path of another swing. Oh my, where did that come from? Down he goes again, fading away.
I’ve got a few minutes to myself again – good time to think, though perhaps not the best time to notice my body making requests. But it’s no concern; this Ash has to give up some time, and I can outlast him. Especially since I’m restored to peak (almost, anyways) condition every time he dies. I’d always wondered about that – that and the fog doors, the damn things.
He comes back, of course. This time he’s not running around, he’s rolling everywhere. I guess he figures that counts as an improved strategy. Not improved enough, though – it didn’t work last time, and it sure isn’t going to work again this time. One swing goes over his head while he’s on the ground, then a follow-up catches the back of his leg. He stumbles for a moment then lashes out, and I just take the hit and move on with a strike to the head. I don’t know how, but he survives, though he’s staggered. A strike to the ribs snaps him out of it and he rolls away, drinks some estus – they’re so reliant on that stuff these days – then he throws a knife. I can feel it fly past my head, then I jump back and turn invisible again. He runs forward and takes a jab at where he thinks I am, so I leap over him again and prepare to finish him.
I have to give him credit – he is learning, a little bit. He rolls out of the way at the last second, either because he just happened to feel like rolling just then or he could tell it was coming, but either way the massive swing I’d just taken at him missed completely, and I almost hit the back of my own head with my scythe. He runs in for another poke while my weapon is out of the way, but I just take it and hit him around the head while he’s busy tiring himself out swinging his sword. He drops to the ground and fades away yet again.
Perhaps if this were any other time I’d be admiring his persistence – he’s an idiot, no doubt about that, but a persistent idiot. That’s respectable, but… right about now I’d really prefer one of those guys who comes in, dies once, then gives up and spends the next few days lurking around with a soapstone trying to figure out how to kill me without actually needing to risk anything. Those people, they’re clever. And, well, they’d give me some time alone. Not that it’s necessary or anything, but still, it would be nice. Don’t want to have any distractions when I’m fighting.
This one, though, he’s back again, and he keeps coming back. Even on a good day I hate these types – he rolls out of the way of a swipe, and then I jump over him as he tries to counter – they get really boring really quickly. Usually – I hit him in the head with the blunt side of the scythe, but he manages to stab my leg in return – there’s a bit of a rotation. One guy dies, another comes in, then maybe the first comes back. Not with these people. These people, they just – he runs over to Father Ariandel and starts throwing knives, but I just jump back, fade away, and while he’s trying to get over here I swipe my blade across the ground and freeze the stone beneath him – well, they just don’t stop coming. Kill them once, they try to figure out what they did wrong – he tries to roll out of the way, but the ice has slowed him, so I drive the shaft of the scythe into his head while he’s down and watch him dissolve – and then they come back and try to not do that again.
Or, well, most of them try to learn. This one not so much. They all get mad and quit after a while, though – I just have to last longer than he does, and that’s simple enough considering I almost never get tired. Sure, there are… other things that could, eh, impair my skills, but… That’s not a problem yet. Not one I have to care about, anyways. Maybe I should stop thinking about it.
T-there are more important things. Yeah, like the fact that he’s back again. But like every time before, this shouldn’t be a problem. Just a swing and h- I fucking hope for his sake he was just flailing that shield around. Now there’s a sword in my chest and I’m on my knees because why the fuck wasn’t I watching his left arm? Stupid. Just one stupid mistake that I’m not going to make again. At least, I’d better not, because the feeling of getting run through wasn’t the only pain from that…
Come to think of it – he’s got his shield up in front of him now, but I just hit him around it because he doesn’t understand what a scythe is – I’m rather consistently amazed that I can survive something like that. My, eh… There might be some parts of me that wouldn’t be able to last through too many of those, but I still feel fine overall. Sure, it hurt like Izalith, but I’m in good fighting condition otherwise. Barely even lost any blood.
And, well, even if I did die, it’s not like that’s a problem. I bet he doesn’t even know I’m every bit as undead as he is – got the damn Sign to prove it, even if its location means I’d rather not need proof– and that I’ll just be back in someone else’s world, even if I might not be in his ever again.
I’m sure he wouldn’t care. He’s just running around poking at me and trying not to get his ass frozen again. He’s actually getting pretty good at finding me when I’m invisible, so I’ll give him credit for that. I’m still beating him into the Abyss, though. He has to know one lucky shot doesn’t give him a chance, right?
That estus sure does give him a bit of favor, if he can use it properly – he just tried to drink it a second ago, but I smacked him before it could do anything – but it’s nothing I can’t handle. It is rather annoying, though. His supply is a little smaller than we could get back in my day, no doubt a tradeoff for not needing to sacrifice bits of yourself to get more, but it’s more potent. Probably just because they ran out of Firekeepers to shove into those things so they’re using something more plentiful, and a lot of it.
If he’s not going to drop dead any time soon, though, I’ll have a real attrition war on my hands here. He was dumb with the drinking once, but he figured himself out quickly enough. I’ve been counting, he’s had four doses already, plus the one I stopped – I really shouldn’t be thinking about drinking that stuff, though; if there’s one thing about it I remember it’s that it goes right through you, and, uh, that’s not a convenient thought right now – so he’s still pretty well-stocked, I figure. He’ll just keep dodging, I guess, so I have to hit him enough to make him run out.
For now, though, I get out of the way and turn invisible again. A jump over his head when he gets to where I just was, then… Wow, okay, I didn’t expect the pressure to get that intense already. S-surely just from the landing. Still invisible, I press my legs together for a moment, and I’m fine enough once again, so I take a swing.
I miss. He decided to run away once he realized he had no idea where I was, and it just so happened that he chose the exact moment I’d decided to cut his head off. So, his neck wasn’t where it should have been, and now I look like an idiot and have to spend time bringing my scythe back into position.
He’s actually smart this time, and he takes advantage of that opening, runs over, and… of all the things he could have done, he kicks me. Exactly the thing I needed right now, thanks… I’m sure it’s not the chance he expected, but now I’m bent over dealing with making sure various internal fluids stay internal – I’d definitely be reeling from that anyways, but this takes just a little bit longer to get under control than just getting the air kicked out of you. Whatever the reason, he’s got an opportunity, and he takes it.
And, apparently, I greatly overestimated my condition. I get hit in the jaw with the guard of his sword, and then I just see a blur of what I can only imagine is the ceiling.
Then there’s a horrible pain in my neck and I can’t see anything at all.
But then I wake up. Two things about this situation are definitely not right. First, I am very warm and very wet. That’s… not a good sign. Second, once my vision comes back I can see that everything is fucking on fire, and there are the sounds of Father Ariandel thrashing about behind me. Then the feeling comes back, and fuck everything my head hurts. Okay, third thing not right: this is a pool of blood I’m in right now. My blood, as in all of my fucking blood is on the floor. And if this pressure coming back is any indication, this pool is just my blood. So now there are two problems. I apparently didn’t come back to life properly, or the Father’s done something, and I’m stuck here fighting this same idiot some more, and I could really use a piss that I’m not going to get to deal with any time soon.
The pain in my head fades – that’s the worst part about dying, you wake up feeling like, well, like you died – and I move to pull myself up. Plant the scythe on the ground, push up off of it, then work up to standing again. At some point, I was apparently set on fire, too, but it’s reduced to a few embers by the time I’m upright. Then it’s just a matter of getting the scythe back into position.
Ariandel is the first to act, and his idea of action is smashing that vessel of his on the ground. I take the opportunity to swipe up a sheet of ice, then I jump over to get behind the Father.
The Ash seems to focus mainly on Father Ariandel, who is himself busy flailing wildly trying to crush the Ash like the bug he is. I can feel a little bit of pain every time Ariandel gets hit, like it’s me taking those hits, too. This won’t be something I can just wait out, so as much as part of me would greatly prefer that I just hid in a corner for a minute while Ariandel solves the problem, I can’t do that. Every second I waste is another second he’s left blindly crawling around trying to accomplish anything at all.
So, as much as it pains me to, I jump around to get into position, and while the Ash is distracted I hit him with a series of winding strikes – he doesn’t roll away until after I’ve finished beating him up, and once he’s in the clear, he takes a drink. That’s six, unless he had one while I was dead.
I throw another sheet of ice at him, but he’s already done drinking and out of the way by the time it reaches him. He’s… completely ignoring me now. Going only for the Father. Considering how much this is starting to hurt, I have to do something about that. And if I can’t distract him enough to get him to face me instead…
A jump back and I fade out of sight, then take a knee, as much as my body would prefer I didn’t. I really don’t know how this escalated so quickly – I have to stop and work to get things under control before I search my belt and pockets for… where the fuck is this thing? I know I have it… A few more seconds of pain from within and without before I find what I was looking for. It’s just a bundle of cloth and a rock, but it’s my bundle of cloth with a rock in it, and I need it right now. I squeeze the talisman as tightly as possible and hold it up to my head, and soon enough, it’s glowing. A warmth envelops my entire body, even beyond the heat of the flames, and I feel reinvigorated.
That is, until he runs over and slices into my arm. I’m sent staggering back, with a third type of warmth showing up now – this time only briefly, thankfully. I toss the talisman back into the depths of my robes and swat at the Ash and trip him up while he tries to run away. He falls to the ground, and I take another swing at him, but he rolls out of the way of that one and gets to his feet. He strikes me again, then rolls off, straight under Ariandel’s vessel. The Father makes a valiant attempt to crush the Ash, but the pest is too fast for him and is off to the Father’s side, where I can’t see him, but I can still feel what he’s doing.
For just a moment, I press my legs together again – this is pretty bad now – then jump over to where I can see the Ash. I throw some ice at him and leap across the room to him, striking him across the back. He stumbles, but rolls aside and takes another drink, and I step back for a rest.
Things aren’t going my way at all. First I die, then I come back and everything’s worse than it was before, and now the Father is very likely going to die and there’s nothing I can do about it. Not when I’m in this condition – I plant the scythe between my legs for a moment, hit by a sudden, powerful wave, but fortunately nothing else comes of that – and certainly not if the Ash is going to ignore everything I do and try to strike the Father down anyways.
If only I coul-
“Aah…”
“When the Ashes are two, a flame alighteth. Thou’rt Ash, and fire befits thee, of course...”
Alright, no, I’m mad now. Kill me, kill Ariandel, you’re going to get what you deserve. I pick myself up and draw the extra scythe I’ve had on my belt the whole time. I’m still dying inside, now more than ever, but nothing matters right now besides killing this bastard. Glorious abyssal flames are at my feet as I rise, and then I immediately jump into action. Wave the scythes and spin just so, and a swirling pillar of dark fire propels me upwards, then a downward strike has me crash down into the Ash with yet more flame.
He’s gotten himself out of the way, but no matter. One scythe and then the other, an unyielding assault on the Ash. These blades are quickly polluted with his blood, and still he fights on. He rolls back and drinks in the moment I take to rest, but I immediately resume the assault and leave him running. No openings. He’s not going to get a chance.
The second assault finishes, and I immediately drag one scythe across the ground, and when I lift it, a great wall of dark fire erupts and consumes everything in front of me – the Ash, unfortunately, not included.
Let’s see how good he is at dodging what he can’t see. A step back, then I fade and jump over him. He keeps getting close, but every time he does I move farther back and fade away again. Then another jump, a deep breath, and the larger scythe carves into his back. He falls flat on his face, and yet he refuses to die. He gets up, rolls away, drinks, and then covers his sword in golden tree sap or whatever the fuck that is. I don’t give a fuck. I just want him dead.
His weapon is sparkling with the Great Lord’s gift, and he charges at me. One strike I deflect with the smaller scythe, but he attacks again faster than I anticipate, and I feel the sting of the blade and the surge of lightning through me. I’m sure that’s made things a little warmer downstairs, but I still don’t care. A strike to the face with the blunt side of the larger scythe gets him to back off, and I unleash another assault on him. He takes a hit, then another, then gets himself out of the way to drink again.
Then he pulls his sword up by his head with two hands, moving into a great lunge. I try to deflect with the smaller scythe, but still the lightning on the blade hits me, even if I’m not pierced by the metal itself. Another surge of pain and another involuntary release, and I’m right back to throwing fire at him. Swipe a scythe across the floor for a fire wall, slam the other onto the ground for a burst of flames.
And yet he keeps running, while I run out of time.
I’m not going to win this, not if I keep trying things the way I have been.
There is one thing, one weapon he couldn’t possibly have seen coming, but I only have one shot at it.
By the Lords, I hope I still remember how to do this.
I drop the smaller scythe, then the larger one, and charge directly at the Ash. He puts up his sword to run me through, but it’s too late for him.
I swat the weapon aside with my left hand – fortunately, the enchantment has worn off – and then grab him by the mouth. My right hand grabs his neck, and as he falls to the ground in my grip, and I fall to sit on top of him, I feel him struggling. I press harder with my left, and the resistance slows, until it stops altogether.
I’m breathing heavily as I sit up and pull away from him. As soon as I lift my hand off of his mouth, he starts to dissolve again, and I’m holding a black sprite – I can feel it writhing for a moment before I crush it. It makes a satisfying cracking sound as I absorb its power, and I’m overcome by a great, soothing warmth. I let my hands fall to the ground, shut my eyes, and take a deep breath as I let the humanity flow through me.
When I look again, I see a pool on the floor below me, and as the humanity’s effects fade, I can still feel a lingering warmth down my legs. I’m left staring in disbelief for a moment – truly, I have no idea how this actually happened, but I don’t have much of a choice but to surrender to it, so I just watch the pool grow until it reaches my hands. Then the warmth in my legs starts to fade, and I move so that I’m sitting on my feet.
This wasn’t exactly how I’d intended for this to happen, especially considering I’m either going to have to find a way to get new clothes without leaving this room, or just surrender to the concept of fighting either half-naked or half-soaked.
The one consolation is that I’m fairly sure the Ash won’t be back any time soon.
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This was a DeviantArt request which was pretty interesting to do. So yeah.
It had been a good thing that the Tender Taps and his marefriend Apple Bloom had gotten so much sleep, because this day was to be jam-packed for Tender’s dancing career, and Bloom’s fellow Crusaders had allowed her to take the day off to support him. However, Tender’s deep slumber was abruptly ended by his bladder practically throbbing inside him. He quickly grabbed his crotch and started squirming around to keep control of himself. His movements stirred Bloom beside him and she wrapped her forelegs tightly around him in a sleepy attempt at a morning cuddle.
“Sorry to wake you Bloom, can you let me up? I gotta pee, like now.”
“Five more minutes…” Bloom murmured, still half-asleep and oblivious to the situation.
Tender groaned, wrapping his legs around each other and grinding his flanks into the bed. “No seriously, I’m actually gonna piss all over us. I can’t fucking hold it.” He gasped as a wave of desperation hit him and he squirmed harder.
When Bloom didn’t answer, Tender tried to worm his way out of her grasp, but her Apple strength prevented that from happening. Suddenly, a spurt of pee escaped him and he squealed, gripping his dick harder to stem the flow.
Finally, Bloom was awake enough to notice her coltfriend’s distress. “Shit, sorry,” she said as she reluctantly let go of him. He bolted out of the bed and power-walked to the bathroom, a hoof still between his legs ans his flanks shaking violently. He didn’t even bother closing the door before he made his way to the toilet and released his pent-up urine, loudly sighing with relief as it gushed out of him. After finally finishing and flushing and washing his hooves and such, Tender walked back into the bedroom, smiling contently.
“A morning pee never felt so good,” he joked, before he noticed Bloom was staring at him blankly with a deep blush on her face. “You okay?”
Bloom blinked. “Uh...yeah.” She brought her forelegs out from under the covers.
“I’m not mad at you, it’s not your fault you were half asleep. Besides, I made it,” Tender reassured her, rubbing her shoulder affectionately.
“Yeah, thanks,” Bloom replied with a sheepish grin. “So uh…should we get ready for today or…”
“Yes, we should,” Tender grinned back.
-
The couple decided to eat at a breakfast nook that was just a few blocks from their house, wanting the most energizing meal possible for Tender’s busy day. Bloom even insisted her coltfriend have a second cup of coffee for an “extra energy boost” and plenty of water to “stay hydrated,” and naturally he agreed that was a good idea. When they were almost done, Bloom told Tender she had forgotten something and left, returning a few minutes later when the check arrived.
Over the years, Ponyville had expanded beyond the small, quiet town it once was and into a bustling city not unlike Manehattan, meaning there were plenty of big buildings that Tender had to visit today and taxi carriages to take them there. So he and Bloom boarded one of these taxis to head to his first destination, where he would be a guest teacher for a class of aspiring dancers. Tender was more of a performer than a teacher himself, but he couldn’t say no to the offer considering that a lot of the foals in the class were huge fans of him, and he loved meeting his fans. The foals were excited to meet Bloom also, considering she was a Cutie Mark Crusader and being popular with foals was part of the job.
The class went by smoothly without too much difficulty; these foals were quick learners and Tender was more than happy to have worked with them. As he and Bloom left for their next destination, which would be a meeting to schedule future performances, she gave him a bottle of water to replenish his energy.
When Tender settled into the taxi, he felt that fullness in his abdomen indicating that the coffee from earlier was starting to go through him. Of course, he had drank two cups of coffee this morning for some reason, which made the urge worse than usual. Why did he have two cups again? What was the point? He shifted slightly before crossing his legs, regret filling him almost as much as that damn coffee. Well, surely there was time to make a quick pit stop before the meeting.
-
Tender started to walk briskly to the building he was to go into, eager to find a bathroom quickly before the meeting started, but he was stopped halfway by Bloom who was attempting to catch up to him.
“Whoa, slow down,” she chuckled. “We ain’t in no rush.”
“I actually gotta piss,” Tender replied as the two headed toward the meeting room.
“Your meeting’s gonna start in two minutes,” Bloom said. “There’s no time. You can wait ‘till after, right?”
“Well, yeah. But I thought you said there was no rush.”
“Yeah, but…didn’t want you to get so far ahead of me.”
“I guess that’s fair,” Tender waved goodbye as he entered the meeting room, sitting in one of the corner chairs so he could squirm a bit more without being too much of a distraction. More liquid had been filling his bladder since the taxi ride and the extra caffeine was doing nothing but irritate him. But, he thought as he crossed his legs again, it’s just a one-hour meeting. Bloom’s right, I can wait that long.
That was easier said than done.
The first fifteen minutes were fine, really. Tender was able to stay relatively still and actually pay attention to the meeting itself. But it was around the fifteen minute mark where his urge intensified and he was left shifting around in his seat every so often. By the time fifteen more minutes had passed, he couldn’t focus on anything at all other than his bladder, and he squirmed harder to hold it in, uncrossing and recrossing his legs.
He started to worry over whether or not he would actually be able to hold it for the rest of this meeting. No one was allowed to leave, so he either had to hold it or have an accident all over the seat. That was too embarrassing for Tender to think about for too long, but it was starting to become more and more of a possibility. Tender made sure no one was looking, and he slid a hoof down to his crotch, crossing his legs over it and continuing to shift in his seat. And thankfully, it helped, his bladder actually seemed to calm down a little and he was able to make it through the rest of the meeting without any difficulties.
As soon as the meeting ended, though, he was one of the first out the door, where Bloom was waiting for him.
“Be right back,” Tender told his marefriend, but she stopped him before he could take another step.
“I hate to break it to ya, but I was checking out the bathrooms earlier and you won’t be able to use them,” Bloom said, shrugging.
“Wait, really?” Tender walked over to where the bathrooms were only to see very crudely drawn “Out of Order” signs on each of the doors.
“Seriously?” Tender groaned, bouncing in place to contain the liquid aching to get out.
“Well, we should go ahead and get to the restaurant then,” Bloom said, taking him to the taxi that would take them to lunch.
-
This taxi ride was the bumpiest taxi ride that Tender had ever been on. Or, maybe it just felt that way because he had to pee so badly. Either way, every tiny bump sent him cringing and contorting himself to stay dry, his hoof never leaving his cock. For some reason, Bloom thought this whole ordeal was funny, but she was still able to comfort her coltfriend and reassure him that he could make it.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Tender headed for the bathroom only to find it closed for maintenance for the next hour. He groaned and doubled over against the pressure, trying to calm himself down enough to be able to make it through lunch. He took a few deep breaths before sitting down to eat with Bloom, legs crossed and hoof tapping.
“You definitely aren’t having the best of luck,” Bloom smirked, slurping her drink audibly which caused Tender to squirm in desperation.
“Good thing I have some time to go before we have to leave,” Tender replied. “I’m nearly bursting over here.”
Even so, Bloom insisted that Tender have some more water to drink so that he could stay hydrated. He reluctantly drained his glass, motivated by the knowledge that he could finally piss after lunch was over.
Except by the time he finished and returned to the bathroom, there was a line. Well, these ponies had better hurry up because Tender only had ten minutes before he had to leave.
He tapped his hoof and shook his flanks against the pressure, crossing his legs against any intense urge that came up. As the minutes passed by, he became more and more nervous as he realized he probably wasn’t going to be able to go; there were too many ponies and they were taking way too long. His fears were confirmed when the ten minutes were up and he was still the third pony in line. Reluctantly, he left to catch up to Bloom.
“I can’t believe it. You still couldn’t go?” she asked him as they boarded another taxi.
Tender could only give a pained moan in response.
Of course, now was the time where he had an actual scheduled performance, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to do it when he had to pee so badly. He just hoped that maybe there would be some time before he had to be onstage.
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Tender cantered as fast as possible into the building where his performance would take place; the faster he reached the changing room, the more time he could have to take a much-needed leak before he put on his uniform. Unfortunately, he was stopped by a very energetic fan.
“Hey Tender Taps!” the orange pegasus exclaimed. “How ya doing?”
Not wanting to be rude, he stopped to address her. “I’m doing well. Just have a performance soon, so –”
“Well, I know that! I’m here to see it! I bet you’ll do great,” she put an arm around him with such force that it jarred his bladder slightly. The one which he definitely would not be able to empty before the performance at this point. He bit back a sigh of frustration and smiled at his fan.
“Thanks, well I gotta get into uniform. See ya,” he said before continuing on the way to the changing room.
“Kay, see ya!” she called after him.
This was not good. Tender was either going to have a terrible performance or he was going to piss his pants in front of everyone, and he wasn’t sure which was worse. He decided that he would just hold it for as long as he could, and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
Of course, he had the routine down via muscle memory, and was naturally and effortlessly executing all the steps. The only problem was trying not to visibly cringe during every pang from his bladder. He rocked his flanks as subtly as possible, and he was tapping his hooves anyway considering this was a tap dance. Nonetheless, he spent the whole time just waiting for it to be over.
Finally, it was over, and he took a hasty bow before bolting back to the changing room. His bladder felt like it was about to spill over any second, and there was no way he could last through any more delays. He entered the changing room and was about to finally enter the bathroom when a force knocked him against the wall to start a make out session. It was Bloom (thankfully her and no one else), but there was seriously no time.
“Hey, sorry,” he cut her off. “I still gotta pee. Badly.”
“Oh, well now that you mention it,” Bloom said before going into the bathroom and locking the door.
Shit.
“Hurry up! I’m gonna explode!” Tender called after her, grabbing his crotch and bouncing around the room until he was hit with another urge and a small leak escaped. He gasped before crossing his legs and shaking his flanks until the urge passed, but he knew the next leak would break the dam. And it was right there.
“Bloom, I – fuck! I’m gonna piss myself, I can’t hold it, hurry up…shit!”
Bloom opened the door just as Tender lost complete control. His already dark pants turned a few shades darker as rivulets of urine stained them within a matter of seconds, and then a puddle started growing rapidly around his hooves. He became lost in the moment, moaning in near-orgasmic relief and content that the pressure bothering him all day was finally gone. As the last of the urine escaped his bladder, he felt another kiss.
“That was hot as hell. All that shit I went through today, it was worth it.”
“Wait, what do you mean?” Tender cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
“Well, maybe I oughta explain it to you like this,” Bloom said, before putting on her best Rainbow Dash impression: “Gotcha.”
“Wait – this was a prank?” Tender couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face.
“Have you ever pranked someone before?” Tender asked sleepily to his marefriend as she turned off the lights and crawled into bed with him.
“Can’t say I have,” she replied before yawning, her mouth open so wide that Tender found it to be adorable. “Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were always the pranksters. I’ve never considered it myself.”
“Would you be willing to…you know, prank me one day?”
The request took Bloom a little by surprise. “Why?”
Tender blushed deeply before muttering, barely audibly, “It kinda turns me on.”
Bloom chuckled before wrapping a foreleg around the pony she loved, especially when he became all vulnerable like this. “Never knew pranking could be a fetish. But I’ll humor you.” She pecked Tender lightly on the muzzle as sleep started to take over.
“Thanks. I’m sure I’ll love it,” Tender replied as the two dozed off in each other’s arms.
“I knew you wanted me to prank you someday,” Bloom explained. “And seeing you so desperate this morning, it turned me on. I knew I wanted to see it again, except with you…not making it. I got Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo to help, too. Makin’ signs and stuff, as well as Sweetie’s hologram-producing spell and Scootaloo’s acting skills. So…did you like it?”
Tender didn’t have to say anything. The large bulge that now rested in his wet pants was all Bloom needed to know. She tackled her coltfriend to the ground, pulling his pants down and sucking passionately at his hard cock, bringing him to his latest overwhelming relief of the day.
As they lay there together, they both knew: this was happening again. Why would it not?
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I wrote this ages ago and found this in a docs file, and I didn't try very hard. It isn't entirely my idea, and in this story sex and omo (not much holding, just wetness) are very closely linked. If I get enough support I might write another chapter, or another story altogether if I get a good idea or recommendation from someone. I love the idea of being able to piss wherever I want and not having to clean anything up!
Katie was just a normal girl, age 18. She was just wearing a tshirt and some tight jean shorts. It just turned summer break and she was walking through a thrift store when she saw a peculiar device. She thought it looked interesting, so she went through the check out and bought the item. It looked like it had some sort of microphone and button on it, somewhat like a voice recorder. She held it up to her lips, and said, “I wish I had one thousand dollars.” She felt a sort of bulge in her pocket and looked down. Inside her pocket, was 10 100 dollar bills! She felt so amazed! She went home to try out this new device and see what it was really capable of.
She arrived at her house and sat down, just wondering what to do. She said into the device. “I wish I had my own house!” It seemed as if nothing happened, until she had an idea. She opened up her phone, and said, “Google, take me home.” Her phone started directing her across the street. She hopped in her car and went there! In her pocket, she found a key. She knew exactly what it was for. It fit the lock! The house looked absolutely beautiful, fully stocked with luxuries and furniture and food! It was completely empty except for her!
She sat down on the couch she saw as she walked in. She suddenly felt the strong urge to pee. She was about to try to find a restroom, but then she sat back down. She really had to piss, but she had a few ideas. No one at all could see her, right? She thought about it for a second, and then she started to let out a small stream, until soon she was letting it all out full force into her pants. It felt so good to release all that piss onto herself, without even getting up. She sat back and relaxed onto the couch, still pissing full force. It was so warm and wet. She put her hand in her pants and started to touch herself, as she kept on pissing. The couch was absolutely covered. Her stream of piss went on for a really long time, until it slowed down and she let out the last bit of piss.
She felt so relieved as she closed her eyes and just thought about how amazing that felt. She moved her legs around a bit in the enormous puddle of piss she was laying in. She then held the device up to her lips and said “I wish this couch was completely clean.” She suddenly felt the wet couch change from under her, and then it was all dry. Her pants and shirt were still absolutely soaked, but she almost liked it. She got up and closed all the windows, then she pretty much threw her clothes out onto the floor until she was completely naked. She loved the feeling! She went out to explore the rest out the house, without her clothes of course!
There were three whole floors to herself. Floor one was where she was at, in the family room with a tv and a couch. There was also a kitchen, along with two more random rooms and a garage. Katie grabbed the whole jug of lemonade from the fridge and continued on. Floor two had three bedrooms and a bathroom, pfft, who the hell needs those? Floor three was pretty much just one room, but it looked like the ultimate area to just hang out all day. It had a nice big tv, a couch, a fridge, and a bed. Katie drank the whole gallon of lemonade by this point, so she just threw the trash across the room and jumped in bed. Her naked body felt so good against the sheets, she jumped under the covers and fell asleep instantly.
She woke up a few hours later. It was about midnight, and she had to pee really badly. She got up to go to the restroom until she realized where she was. She jumped back under the covers. She had to pee so bad it burned. Katie tried to hold on to it to challenge herself, but she just couldn’t. It started to come out of her full force onto the bedsheets! She absolutely couldn’t resist moving her hand down toward her crotch and rubbing her pussy. She started to rub it faster, until she stuck one finger inside and then two. She was touching herself for six whole minutes as she was pissing full force onto the bed the whole time. She came so hard and squirted so much along with the piss on the bed. She went back to reality and opened her eyes. How in the world was she still pissing? She thought she must just be feeling things but she grabbed her crotch and piss was still coming out full force. Piss was almost spilling over the sides of the bed! She absolutely loved it, but she was amazed! This was way more than she drank! Still pissing, she got out of bed and stood up. She put her legs together and felt the warm piss flow across them and onto the carpet. She still felt very full, and it was so relieving to keep going. She layed down on the floor and just relaxed while the stream slowly stopped. Everything was absolutely soaked! She pissed for almost 10(it's not meant to be realistic) minutes! It felt so good!
She jumped back in the bed and layed in the wet warm puddle of piss she created. Next to her bed was that device. She pressed the button and said, “I wish this mess was all cleaned up.” She felt the bed go from soaked to just like new and there was no longer a huge puddle of piss on the floor. She got up from bed and layed down on the couch, still completely naked from yesterday. She thought about how worried her parents must be, but she just told the device to make them not worried any more. She went to get her clothes, which were still on the floor and still soaked. She pressed the button on the device once more, and said “I wish my clothes were like new again.” She then put them back on.
It felt so different having clothes on, she loved being naked but she couldn’t be like that in public. She was going to try to go to the store to buy some more things to add to her house, with the money the device gave her, but then she thought about something. What if she needed to use the restroom in public? She asked the device to give her a pack of diapers just her size! They then instantly appeared sitting on the table next to the door. She took her pants off, threw her her panties away and put one of the diapers on. It felt very comfy, so she put back on her shorts. She liked it way better than her panties. Katie wanted to try it out, so she sat back on the couch and gave herself a full bladder with the device. She could instantly feel the pressure from her bladder building up inside her, so she let it all flow out. It started out with a small stream until she was going full force in her diaper. It was so relieving to know that she never had to get up to go to the restroom, all she had to do was let it all out anywhere she wanted, and no one would know! She layed there for 2 minutes or so, just letting out all of her piss, yet her diaper was still completely dry on the outside.
Edited March 29, 2018 by Lydia0
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Hey Guys, this is my second story on the Girls of hbe pirates of the Caribbean Universe, this time I will add more parts to the story based on the events of the movie, (hopefully! Someone remind me!) I have tried to stay as true to the movies as possible! C and C welcome and appreciated!
WARNING: Poop desperation and Messing is included, reader discretion is advised if you don’t like it!
Elizabeth Swan, was dreaming.
She was dreaming of the day she met Will Turner, it was a manic day, first she was chastised for singing by a sailor, I mean who cares if it was a pirate song? Really!
Before spotting a boy floating on a raft, next to the boat. She quickly sounded the alarm and the unconscious boy was hauled aboard by the crew, she remembered crouching over him and wondering just who he was, when she felt her full bladder. She immediately awoke to her in her underwear, in her early twenties and crossed her legs and moaned softly.
Elizabeth then got up and crossed the room to where the the chamber pot was kept, noticing her bloated stomach as she walked and figured it would be a good idea to use the privy before starting the day, but as she reached for the pot, she was entranced by the medallion she had taken from Will, all those years ago.
As she picked up the medallion she was interrupted by a loud knocking from the door. She quietly cursed at her father and hurriedly put on a dressing gown and opened the door to her father and maids.
“What are you doing still in bed at This hour?!” He cried, before throwing open the curtains. Elizabeth inwardly groaned at not being allowed the privacy of the privy, before brightening up at the fact her father presented her with a dress.
Elizabeth quickly thanked her father and hurried to undress with her maids, hoping to quickly use the privy, having no secrets from her maids. However as she threw off her clothes and stood there, naked as the day she was made. The maids produced a corset, and immediately started fastening it too her, stating that they were late and had no time to get her ready, Elizabeth gasped, and almost buckled at the knees as massive pressure was placed on her bladder and bowels, bringing her from a state which she could endure for hours to one which demanded a pot to empty herself now. As these forces were so quickly pushed upon her she had no choice to bob down and place her hand deeply into her womanhood briefly to regain some sort of control, as she did this, her personal maid noticed and moved her hand away before replacing it with her own, surprising Elizabeth and creating a warm feeling down below, electing a small moan from Elizabeth as the raised her arms to let the others place her dress over her shoulders.
“Why must I wear this father? “ Elizabeth asked, peeking her head round the modesty cover in her room. And as her father cheerfully replied it was the latest fashion in London, Elizabeth dryly replied:
“Then women in London must have learned how to not breathe!”
‘And not need to use the bathroom!’ She thought, as the dress descended the maid removed her hand and the abated feeling of her full bladder and bowels increased to worse than they were before. Elizabeth grimaced and the maid simply replied
“Sorry Mi’lady” and smiled with sympathy. If she was not so laboured she might have noticed the youngest maid being unable to keep still and jiggling, her tight dress not leaving much to the imagination with her movements. And as Elizabeth was hurried out she exclaimed
“I’m sorry, I cannot hold it any more!”
Before hurrying over to the chamber pot, pulling it forwards and squatting.
Her moans of relief and the sound of running urine tortured the flustered Elizabeth to no end.
As she hurried Elizabeth quickly stopped to flirt with Will, who had come to the governors house to drop off a sword he had made. She quickly told him of her dream before her predicament returned and she hurried on to the ceremony, Hoping to find some place to relieve her pent up fluid and waste before it was too late.
As they arrived at the fort, Elizabeth scanned her surroundings, but saw nothing, her desperation quickly mounting from a 7 to an 8.5, she was led to her seat and quickly sat down on her heel.
‘At least that will help me hold that’ she thought, but her hopes were dashed as she was told by her father to sit as a lady would.
The ceremony was torture.
Elizabeth slowly realised she was most likely not going to make it, her bladder had started to push on her corset, making her breasts jut out and her constantly need to shift in her seat, this didn’t help her quivering buttocks however, and she had to routinely stop and shove her ass into her seat to stop the waves of desperation from her rear overwhelming her.
Elizabeth Gasped and placed her hand firmly into her lap as a couple of drops leaked into her small clothes, and a small fart escaped her, pushing her poop to the very edge of her sphincter. No longer able to keep still Elizabeth was all but ready to excuse her self so she could retain her dignity when the ceremony was over.
She tried to immediately head to the nearest Privy she knew of, but was cornered and steered away fro there by the newly promoted commodore Norris,
Her bladder couldn’t take this, and started spurting into her underdress, as she was lead to the balcony over the cliff the Commodore proposed.
This was so unexpected to Elizabeth that she only just managed to hold onto her Bowels as her bladder poured out of her. It streamed out of her womanhood before soaking through her saturated underwear and snaking down her legs and pooling at her feet.
It was lucky the party was so loud and her dress was wide and hid most of the sound and mess from Norris’ eyes, and what little sound he heard he put down to the waves down bellow.
The pleasure of the relief and the deadly heat proved too much for poor Elizabeth
Who whimpered
“I.. I can’t breathe”
Before fainting and plummeting over the side and down the cliff, into the ocean.
The next thing Elizabeth knew she was having her corset cut open, and she immediately coughed up half the ocean.
She stood up and immediately noticed that she miraculously had a wavering control of her bowels, which would only remain for a few more minutes judging the pressure on her shaking behind, whilst her bladder she noticed to her horror, was almost unbearably full, due to the numerous cups of wine she had drank over the course of the day, as was expected of her, and due to her having wet her self already, her tired pussy quivered in time with her ass with barely contained desperation.
As she turned to thank her rescuer, a roguish looking character, she noticed a team of soldiers sprinting towards them, with her father and the commodore leading them.
The commodore immediately clapped the man in irons, as Elizabeth meekly protested, whilst trying to hold back the tides inside her, begging to be released.
As the pirate was finally cuffed, he threw the chain around her neck and dragged he towards him, using her as a shield.
This was too much for poor Elizabeth, her tired bladder emptied again and poured back down her legs through her see through and skimpy underwear and through the boards of the dock and into the sea. Whilst this was happening, her quivering bowels finally gave way, and a thick log pushed its way into her now destroyed underwear, making her groin uncomfortably warm, as her poop continued to fill her panties, her see through shift turned brown and started to slowly bulge, along with the crotches of several soldiers as they got a good long look at the governors daughter. Elizabeth was shoved into her father by the pirate as he issued a quip of a one liner, saying
“Gentlemen, this is the day you almost caught, Captain Jack Sparrow!” And legged it.
As she was stood upright, Elizabeth looked down and herself, and felt that unfamiliar tingling feeling in her womanhood again, looked up and Smiled, knowing just how to get rid of it, and who to help her.
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Fair warning this chapter contains nudity and gets slightly sexual towards the end, if this isn’t your cup of tea don’t worry, the next bit lacks all of that! As always C and C welcome! Enjoy!
As the soiled Elizabeth was wrapped in a guards cloak to try and preserve what little modesty she had left, and stop her shivering, a runner was sent back to the governors house for a carriage and a hot bath to be prepared for the governors daughter.
As the carriage arrived, a large flask of tea was pressed into Elizabeth’s hands in an attempt to warm her young body. Elizabeth, not really thinking properly, quickly downed most of the flask, and within 5 minutes, her poor exhausted bladder was comfortably full and she was shifting slightly in her seat. The door to the house was opened by Elizabeth’s maids, who immediately grabbed her by either arm and led her up to her chambers, from there they pulled the cloak off her, and one of the pair went downstairs to return it to the guard. Leaving Elizabeth and her personal maid in the room, the maid lifted Elizabeth’s shift over her head, leaving her stood there in the tiniest of modestly coverings, which being white, and wet, weren’t actually being modest, or covering anything from view. Including the massive bulge of brown mass in Elizabeth’s crotch, which was trying to escape from both the front and back ends, after Elizabeth was forced to sit in her mess in the carriage.
The maid removed the covering of her breasts, letting them spill down, her nipples erect due to the cold, and.. other.. reasons.
The maid moved lower and paused, before reaching out and squeezing the large mass at Elizabeth’s behind. Elizabeth gasped, and muttered
“I’m not overly sure this is quite proper, the door is open after all!”
The maid quickly stood up, closed the door the other maid had carelessly left open, before moving back to Elizabeth and slowly pulling her panties, for want of a better word, down.
Once they and most of the mass had been removed, the maid put them to one side and returned with a warm cloth.
“W..what are y..you going to d..do with that?” Elizabeth Shivered
“I need to clean you Mi’lady, before the bath, or you will get a rash, and we don’t want that do we?”
Stated the maid.
She went behind her and crouched down and slowly ran the cloth down in between her buttocks, before removing the cloth and plunging it into the pitcher of warm water and repeating until she was satisfied it was clean.
Elizabeth had closed her eyes at this and was trying to stay as still as possible and ignore her bladder, as she almost jumped as she felt the cloth start caressing her womanhood.
“W..what are y.y..”
Elizabeth started, but was cut off when a soft moan escaped her lips, she was starting to have that tingly feeling return, when the maid halted, placed the cloth into the water with a slight wince, and said
“All clean now Mi’lady”
The maid stood up and walked over to the bath, leaving Elizabeth staring longingly at her as she went.
As the maid picked up the water jug and poured it into the bath, the closed her eyes, crossed her legs and adopted a pained expression whilst bobbing down, which Elizabeth correctly guessed meant she was labouring under her own waters.
By the time the bath was full, Elizabeth was starting to feel uncomfortably full, but determined to let nothing get in the way of her bath.
However, the maid was getting pretty frantic, and was struggling to keep still, waddling around and placing a hand into her crotch when possible. As soon as she had finished, the maid almost begged Elizabeth to run to the privy
“Please Mi’lady” she moaned
“I’ve started to leak, I cannot wait much longer”
Elizabeth decided to have a small moment of fun and ordered the maid to help her into the bath, Making her remove her hands briefly to help her up, and noticing the small squeak that escaped her companion as she did so, once that was completed and Elizabeth had made a rather loud entrance to the water, she granted this request, chuckling slightly as the maid all but ran out the door, but stopped once she noticed the tiny puddle where the maid was standing.
Elizabeth relaxed into the bath, closing her eyes and smiling as she tried to ignore the somewhat urgent messages from her exhausted groin.
However after 15 minutes of bathing, this was becoming impossible, and a hand was buried in her privates once again.
Elizabeth had decided this had gone on long enough, and called for her maid.
Once she appeared it took all of Elizabeth’s strength not to commit very sinful actions to herself right there.
The maid stood shaking with both hands buried deep into her crotch, her dress pulled up to try and increase the pressure into her crotch.
“My dear what is this? I thought you had gone to the privy?”
Asked Elizabeth, that tingly feeling driving her crazy.
“Mi’lady I tried, there was a queue, it was so long! I was just at the front when you called me”
The maid moaned.
“I’m terribly sorry, please fetch me my chamber pot as fast as possible, and then you will be free to use the privy”
Elizabeth replied.
As she said this the maid’s expression dropped to one of abject terror, realising that she was unlikely to last that long. But her duty was stronger than her bladder, and so she hobbled off to fetch the chamber pot from the next room.
As she did this, Elizabeth rose from the bath, then gasped as her bladder, now subject to gravity and free from the waters of the bath and quickly forced a spurt past her now two hands, keeping them warm, and trickling off her alongside the rest of the water, making her need all the worse.
The maid returned and placed the pot on the floor, crouching and emitting a soft hissing sound as she did so. The maid’s eyes went wide and she buried both hands into her crotch with a force so sudden, it took Elizabeth by surprise.
“Pp.. please Mi’lady, I wouldn’t normally ask, but please let me use it first, I cannot hold it any longer!” She cried
Elizabeth was torn on the one hand, she wanted to let the maid save herself from embarrassment and use the privy, however she knew she wouldn’t be quick and was extremely desperate herself, which was punctuated by another spurt into her shaking hands.
“F.. Fine, but you must be q.. quick “
Elizabeth stammered as there maid rushed forward and squatted over the small pot.
The maid moaned loudly in relief as a torrent poured out of her urethra, he legs nearly buckling in relief as it happened. Droplets of piss running down her legs and dress and onto the tiled floor.
Elizabeth however, was starting to lose it. Further sounds of relief and the maid forcefully voiding her poor bladder into the rapidly filling pot, Her naked body was shaking violently and she was writhing around with both her hands buried firmly into her crotch, this wasn’t enough however, and a small stream was slowly winding its way through her hands and snaking its way down her legs.
“I can’t wait any longer, please hurry!”
Elizabeth cried, as the stream slowly thickened.
The maid did the only thing she could do, and thrust both her hands into Elizabeth’s crotch and clamped down as hard as possible. Elizabeth gasped and involuntarily thrust her hips forward into her maids hands, the tingly feeling almost unbearable.
However even this reinforcement proved too little, and with a sigh of both contentment and resignation, Elizabeth fully lost control of her bladder for the third time that day, and the stream turned into a flood. Her large puddle was met by the maids as her own ocean continued to flow over the top of the rather small pot and form a puddle on the floor.
After a couple of minutes both their streams wound off and the maid stood up and embraced the woman, trying to soothe her and leading her back to the still warm bath but as she stopped, Elizabeth grabbed her bum and kissed her, softly grinding against her leg.
The maid paused briefly, before taking one look at the perfectly formed and naked girl in front of her and kissed her back, slowly tracing her hand down towards Elizabeth’s soaking pussy.
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This is a french language short story/fable I found on google books and hand-typed. I don't know how the author is and they're probably dead since it was first published ~1923. It's about a french princess capable of pissing incredible distances ... until she's deflowered. Is anyone willing to produce a translation? I'm pretty sure it's actually originally Russian?
La Princesse Qui Pisse Par Dessus Les Meules
Un paysan mourunt laissant trois fils. De retour chez eux après l'enterrement de leur père, les trois jeunes gens se concertèrent. Le d́efunt n'était pas riche et il ne laissait à ses fils que sa maison et une petite pièce de terre. Après avoir bien discuté, on convint que l'aîné abandonnerait la maison et le champ à ses deux frères et qu'il irait par le monde chercher fortune. S'il réusissait, il reviendrait aussitôt trouver ses cadets pour leur faire partager sa bonne chance, mais s'il n'était pas de retour dans un an et un jour, le deuxième frèe partirait à sa recherche. Ceci bien entendu, l'aîné embrassa ses frères et s'éloigna. A la sortie du village, il trouva deux routes. Dans son embarras, il jeta en l'air un liard qui tomba face - c'est ainsi qui'il se décida. Il marcha longtemps sans recontrer autre chose que des auberges et des fermes où il passait la nuit pour reprendre sa route le lendemain. Enfin, après quinze jours de marche il arriva devant un château magnifique.
"Ce sera peut-être ici que je trouverai la fortune," se dit-il. "Entrons dans ce château et demandons y du service."
Mais toutes les places étaient prises. En s'en allant, il rencontra le propriétaire du château, qui était le roi du pays. A la demande du roi, le jeune homme lui raconta pourquoi il se trouvait dans la contrée.
"Je n'ai pas d'emploi à te donner dans mon palais; mais j'ai quelque chose de mieux à te proposer. J'ai une fille comme on n'en voit nulle part. Elle pisse par dessus les plus hautes maisons. Tous les médecins que j'ai appelés n'ont pu la guérir et c'est dommage car elle est de toute beauté. Si tu peux l'empêcher de pisser par dessus les meules que tu élèveras, ta fortune sera faite; je te la donnerai en mariage. Sinon, tu iras rejoindre dans leur prison les imbéciles de médecins et de charlatans qui ont essayé avant toi de réussir dans ce que je leur ai proposé. Tu as bien compris. Vois si tu te sens capable d'arriver à ce résultat"
Le jeune homme réfléchit quelques instants et accepta la proposition du roi. Ce dernier le fit entrer au palais et, après lui avoir donné un habit de médecin, le fit dîner avec sa femme et sa fille. La princesse était merveilleusement belle et la paysan ne pouvait rassasier sa vue de tant de perfections. On lui donna un appartement au château en attendant le jour de l'épreuve.
Dès le lendemain, le jeune aventurier, choisit un vaste champ et y fit apporter cinq ou six cents voitures de foin. Puis il prit cent paysans et leur fit élever une énorme meule.
"Si la princesse réussit à pisser par dessus ce tas de foin," pensait-il, "j'y perds ma raison."
Et il alla dire qu roi que sa meule était prête. Le lendemain, la princesse arriva et se mit à rire en voyant la meule. Elle releva sa robe et pissa bien au-dessus de l'enorme tas de foin. Le jeune homme resta atterré. Sur l'oredre du roi, on le saisit et on l'enferma dans un souterrain avec les médecins qui avaient tent́ l'aventure avant lui.
Un an et un jour après le départ de son frère aîné, le deuxième frère partit à son tour et prit le chemin suivi par son aîné un an auparavant. Après avoir marché quinze jours, il trouva le château dans lequel il entra pour demander une place de domestique. Le roi le vitet lui fit la même proposition qu'au frère aîné. Il accepta. Bien reçu par la famille de la princesse, il se voyait déjà le gendre du roi et bàtissait projets sur projets pour l'avenir. Il choisit une vaste plaine et y fit apporter six mille voitures de foin. Puis il prit mille ouvriers et leur fit élever la meule.
Le jour suivant, la princesse vint auprès de la meule, partit d'un grand éclat de rire, releva sa robe et ... pissa bien plus haut que la meule.
Et le deuxième frère alla rejoindre son aîné dans le souterrain qui servait de prison dans le palais du roi.
Le cadet la famille s'ennuyait fort de ne pas voir revenir ses deux frères.
"Pour sûr, il leur est arrivé malheur dans leur voyage," se disait-il. "Ce serait mal à moi de ne pas partir à leur recherche et de ne pas les aider s'ils sont dans le malheur! Il quitta donc le village à son tour. Le hasard lui fit prendre la même route que ses frères et il arriva devant le palais du roi qui retenait prisonnier ses deux aînés. Il entra au palais, vit le roi et accepta la proposition qui lui fut faite.
Au dîner il trouva la princesse adorable et la princesse le trouva charmant. Il s'en aperçut et résolut d'en tirer parti. La nuit il ne fit que rêver à la princesse et il se réveilla de grand matin. Il put réfléchir alors tout à son aise.
"Tout de même", se dit-il, "si je parvenais à dépuceler la princesse avant l'épreuve, elle ne pisserait peut-être plus aussihaut. Je suis sûr que tout dépend de sa virginité. Je vais essayer de ce moyen."
Le jour venu, il se leva et alla se promener dans le parc du château.
La princesse n'avait pu dormir de toute la nuit. La figure du jeune homme lui troittait par la tête. Elle s'était levée au point du jour et était allée se promener dans le parc où elle rencontra le paysan.
Ce dernier ne laissa pas échapper l'occasion; il s'avança vers la jeune fille et lui dit qu'il se mourait d'amour pour elle. La princesse se laissa facilement persuader et une heure après elle avait perdu sa virginité. Elle rentra au palais; le paysan se promena jusqu'à l'heure du déjeuner et rentra comme si de rien n'était.
Puis dans l'après-midi, il fit conduire une simple voiture de foin dans un coin du parc et dit au roi qu'il était prêt pour l'épreuve.
Quand le roi accompagnant sa fille arrive près de la petite meule du jeune homme il s'écria que l'épreuve n'était pas sérieuse et il lui conseilla de construire une meule bien plus haute. Mais le paysan affirma que la tas de foin suffisait et le roi dit à sa fille de pisser.
Qui fut étonné? Ce fut le roit et la princesse quand celle-ci ne parvint qu'à pisser dans ses bas, tant le charmant endroit où le jeune homme avait travaillé avec la jeune fille d'étroit était devenu large.
Jugez si le paysan fut satisfait! La princesse, sans le laisser voit était tout aussi joyeuse. Et le roi dut donner sa fille au jeune homme. Les noces furent splendides et les jeunes paysans devenus princes vécurent depuis fort heureux. |
This was fun to translate!
"The princess who pissed over haystacks"
A peasant died, leaving his three sons behind. Upon returning to their house after the burial of their father, the three youths came together to plan. The dead man had not been rich and he had left his children nothing but his house and a small plot of land. After a discussion, they urged the oldest to leave the house and field to his two brothers and go out into the world to search for fortune. If he succeeded, he would return straightaway to find his two younger brothers to share his luck, but if he had not returned within one year and one day, the second brother would leave on his own journey.
Having listened to this, the oldest embraced his brothers and set off. At the exit from the village, he came upon two roads. In his predicament, he threw a coin in the air and it landed face-up -- this was how he decided. He walked for a long time without encountering anything besides the inns and farms where he passed the night before continuing his journey the next day.
Finally, after fifteen days of walking, he came to a magnificent castle. "Perhaps it will be here that I find fortune," he said to himself. "I'll go into the castle and ask for work." But all the jobs were taken. When he was leaving, he met the owner of the castle, who was the king of the country. At the king's request, the young man told him why he had come to this land.
"I have no employment to give you in my palace; but I will propose something better. I have a daughter like no woman you have ever seen. She pisses above the highest houses. All the healers I have summoned have not been able to heal her -- a shame, because she is extremely beautiful. If you can stop her from pissing above a pile of haystacks that you build, your fortune will be made; I will give her to you in marriage. If not, you will be imprisoned with those idiotic healers and charlatans who tried before you. You understand this. See if you are able to succeed where they failed."
The young man thought for a few seconds and accepted the king's proposal. The king entered the palace with the young man and, after giving him the costume of a healer, had him dine with his wife and daughter. The princess was marvelously beautiful and the peasant's eyes could not be satisfied. He was given rooms in the castle while awaiting the test.
Early in the morning, the young adventurer chose a large field and had five or six hundred carloads of hay brought there. Then he took a hundred peasants and had them build an enormous pile.
"If the princess succeeds in pissing over this pile of hay," he thought, "I must have lost my wits."
And he went to tell the king that the pile was ready. The next morning, the princess arrived and began to laugh when she saw the pile. She lifted up her dress and pissed well over the enormous pile of hay. The young man was left dismayed. At the king's orders, he was seized and shut away in a dungeon with the healers who had tried before him.
One year and one day after the oldest brother left, the second brother left on his journey and took the path that his older brother had followed one year before. After having walked fifteen days, he found the castle and went in to ask for work as a servant. The king gave him the same proposition as his older brother. He accepted. After being well-received by the princess's family, he could already see himself as the king's son-in-law, and constructed plans upon plans for their future. He chose a large plain and had six thousand carloads of hay brought out. Then he brought a thousand workers and had them build a heap.
The next day, the princess came to the pile, let loose a great burst of laughter, lifted her dress, and pissed much higher than the pile.
And the second brother went to join his older brother in the dungeon of the king's palace.
The youngest of the family was becoming very worried at his brothers' absence. "Certainly, they must have encountered misfortune on their travels," he said to himself. "It would be wrong of me not to leave in search of them and not to help them if they are in trouble!" So he left the village for his journey. Luckily, he chose the same road as his brothers and arrived at the king's palace where his two older brothers were held prisoner. He entered the palace, met the king, and accepted the proposition.
At dinner, he found the princess lovely and she found him charming. He noticed this and resolved to use this to his advantage. That night, he couldn't help but dream of the princess, and he woke early. He could then think at his leisure.
"All the same," he said to himself, "if I manage to take the princess's virginity before the test, she may not piss as high. I am sure that all depends on her virginity. I will try this way."
When day came, the peasant got up and went to walk in the castle's gardens. The princess had been unable to sleep all night. The face of the young man had been running through her head. She had woken at daybreak and had gone to walk in the gardens, where she encountered the peasant.
The peasant did not let the chance go; he moved towards the young woman and told her that he was dying of his love for her. The princess was easily persuaded and one hour later she had lost her virginity. She returned to the palace; the peasant continued his walk until lunchtime, then returned as if nothing had happened.
Then in the afternoon, he took a single carload of hay to a corner of the park and told the king that he was ready for the test.
When the king arrived with his daughter and saw the young man's little stack, he cried out that the peasant was not taking the trial seriously and advised the young man to build a much higher pile. But the peasant affirmed that the pile of hay was enough and the king told his daughter to piss.
What a surprise this gave the king and the princess when she could not piss past her feet, as the lovely place where the young man had entered the young woman had gone from narrow to wide.
And was the peasant satisfied? The princess, without letting anyone see, was overjoyed and the king gave his daughter to the young man. The wedding day was splendid, and the three peasants became princes and lived happily ever after.
[Note: I'm not a professional by any means! I may have mistranslated parts of this, and it is awkward in places. The second-to-last paragraph is especially bad; I'm unfamiliar with 1920s French sexual euphemisms and in the interests of accuracy went with the most direct translation that made any sense. Apparently losing her virginity stretched her vagina, which *totally* happens and that's *obviously* where urine exits the female body, so she couldn't produce the same strength of stream.] |
Found an official english text on wikisource
A peasant died and left three sons. On their return home from the interment of their father, the three young men took counsel together. The dead man had not been wealthy, and he bequeathed to his sons only his house and a small piece of land.
After much discussion, it was decided that the eldest should leave the house and land to his brethren, and go forth into the world to seek his fortune. If he succeeded, he would return forthwith to his brethren that they might share his good fortune, but if he did not return within a year and a day, the second brother should set out in search of him. This agreed, the eldest embraced his brethren and set forth.
Sallying from the village, he discovered two roads. In perplexity, he tossed a coin in the air, and as it fell, so he made his choice. He journeyed long without encountering aught but inns and farms, where he spent the night, renewing his quest on the morrow. At length, after travelling fifteen days, he came to a magnificent castle.
"'Tis here perchance I shall find fortune," quoth he. "I will enter the castle and seek service within."
But all the offices were filled. Going forth, he encountered the owner of the castle who was king of the countryside, and at his request the youth related his purpose in coming to this domain.
Quoth the king:
"Employment I have none to offer thee in my palace; but I have a better proposal to make. I have a daughter of the like not seen elsewhere on earth. She pisseth over the most lofty houses. All the physicians I have summoned cannot cure her, and it is a sad pity, for she is of surpassing beauty. If thou canst prevent her from pissing over the haycocks which thou shalt erect, thy fortune is made. I will give her to thee in marriage. If thou failest, thou shalt go join in their prison those imbeciles of physicians and charlatans who have already sought to succeed in this my proposal. Thou dost understand? See then if thou believest thyself capable of this achievement."
The youth, having taken counsel with himself for several moments, accepted the king's proposal. This latter, leading him within the palace, set him to dine with his wife and daughter. The Princess was a marvel of beauty, and the peasant could not satiate his eyes of her perfections. He was apportioned a chamber in the castle, what time he awaited the dav of his trial.
On the morrow the young adventurer chose a vast field, and thither caused to be borne five or six hundred loads of hay. Next he took a hundred peasants and set them to erect an enormous haycock. If the Princess doth succeed in pissing o'er this heap of hay," he thought, "I am mad." And he went to tell the king the haycock was ready.
On the morrow came the Princess; and she fell to laughing when she saw the haycock. She raised her robe and pissed high o'er the heap of hay. The youth was thunderstruck. On the order of the king, they seized the youth and cast him into a dungeon with the physicians who had essayed the venture before him.
A year and a day after the departure of his eldest brother, the second peasant set forth in his turn, taking the road followed by his brother one year before. Journeying fifteen days, he, too, came upon the castle, and, entering therein, demanded the work of a servant. Him also the king saw, putting the proposal he had made to his elder brother. Which proposal the youth accepted.
Well received by the family of the Princess, he pictured himself already the son-in-law of the king, and built project upon project for the future. He chose a vast plain, and thither caused to be borne six thousand loads of hay. Next he took one thousand labourers and set them to erect the haycock.
On the morrow the Princess approached the haycock, gave vent to a great shriek of laughter, raised her robe, and—pissed high o'er the haycock.
And the second brother went to join his elder in the dungeon of the king's palace.
The youngest peasant was sore pained in that his brethren returned not.
"Assuredly they have suffered some mischance in their travels," quoth he to himself. "'Twere ill of me did I not set forth in search of them, and render them aid in their misfortune."
He, in his turn, quitted the village. Chance took him by the same road as that taken by his brethren, and he came to the palace of the king who held them prisoner. He entered the palace, saw the king, and accepted the proposal made to him. At table he found the Princess adorable, and the Princess found him charming. This he perceived, and resolved never to quit her side. All night he dreamed of the Princess, nor did he wake till the sun was up. Then he fell to leisurely reflection.
"All the same," said he to himself, "if I succeed in taking the maidenhead of the Princess before the trial, perchance she will not piss so high. I am convinced that all dependeth on her virginity. I will attempt this method."
When day came, he arose and went to walk in the castle park. The Princess had not slept the whole night long, ever seeing the countenance of the young man. At daybreak she arose and went to walk in the park, where she encountered the young peasant.
And this last did not let slip the occasion; he approached the young girl and avowed that he died of love for her. The Princess was easy of persuasion, and one hour afterward she had lost her maidenhead. Then she re-entered the palace, the youth walking till hour of the morning meal, when he, too, entered the palace if naught had happened.
At noontide he caused to be borne into a corner of the park a single load of hay; then told the king that he was ready for the trial.
And when the king, accompanied by his daughter, approached the tiny haycock which had been erected by the young man, he cried out that the trial was not serious, and he counselled the peasant to construct a much loftier haycock. But the peasant affirmed that the heap of hay was sufficient, whereat the king ordered his daughter to piss.
Who was the most astonished? Truly the king and the Princess, when the latter only succeeded in watering her stockings, for the charming channel, wherein the young man had laboured with the girl, from being narrow, had grown great.
Judge, though she did not let the youth perceive it, was likewise satisfied. And the king gave his daughter to the young man, their nuptials were celebrated, the young peasants became princes, and all lived happily ever afterward. |
Part 1
Patsy and Tim were childhood sweethearts. They'd known each other since primary school, been dating since they were 13, and now, at the age of 21, they were engaged to be married. Life was good, they had similar interests, the same friends, they loved each other intimately, and although they were quite private, the sex was amazing. Patsy had been brought up to never discuss such things, sex was fr the bedroom, and your private parts, should be just that, private. Tim was the only person she'd ever had sex with, and since she could remember he was the only person, along with her gynocologist, who'd seen her naked. Tim felt truly honoured about this, as he knew that she was stunning. She was tall, and although she wasn't supermodel thin, he found her little belly sexy, it meant that her boobs were a perfectly formed 34C, her legs were long and sender, and her peachy round ass was just perfect.
The only thing that they disagreed about was football. Tim was a diehard fan of a local, football none-league team, following them home and away, and this took up his every Saturday. Patsy just had no interest, and whilst it frustrated her, that was just the way it was. She was left to her own devices on a Saturday, whilst Tim went off with his football friends. It'd always been that way.
It had transpired this year though that Tim's team had gone on a great FA cup run, they'd made it to the second round (Which Patsy didn't think sounded very good, but apparently it was), and they had drawn, at home against another none league team, from somewhere near Plymouth. Whilst none of this made any sense to Patsy, when the third round draw was made, it came out that they would play Manchester United, if they could win this next game. Tim was beside himself with excitement, and Patsy obviously enjoyed seeing her man happy!
Over the next week the club had made the announcement that they were running a lot of promotions, and were laying on free coach travel down to Plymouth, family, and couples tickets were heavilly reduced, and season ticket holders could take a guest for free! Well, the whole region was buzzing with anticipation, and the club was selling tickets fast. They had 700 to sell, and they looked like doing it. As it was all free, and it obviously meant so much to Tim, Patsy decided to go along. Tim was beyond excited, he was sure she'd enjoy it, and it was going to be a party atmosphere. He'd tried to get her to come to football for so long, it was going to be great.
When the big day came around, it turned out that the club was taking 9 supporters coaches, one full of local youth teams, as well as one full from the local high school. The others were just the usual fans, as well as lots of extra wives, girlfriends, and families. Kick off was 8 O'clock, and it was about a 5 hour journey, so the coaches were leaving at 13:30. Tim and Patsy met some mutual friends in a local pub at 11:30, for some lunch and a few drinks before they set off!
Arriving at the pub, they were met outside by Michelle, a rather vulgar girl that, to be honest, Patsy didn't have much time for, she was in a leather jacket, crazy tight jeans, smoking a fag, with a pint. Unfortunately, she was going out with Mick, Tim's best mate, so they'd have to put up with her.
"There you are guys" she shouted, "what a fucking day this is going to be, great to see you her Pats, fuck me, you look fit in that, get yourselves in there, Mick has got you some beers in".
Patsy cringed, she was wearing one of Tim's old football shirts, and a pair of grey leggings, she was fully aware that it was tight and it showed off her every curve, but Tim had insisted she looked great, and needed to support the team, so she'd gone with it. Not only that, did she say Mick had got the beers in? Surely not a pint, girls don't drink pint's, she thought, but, sure enough, as they walked into the pub, there were 2 pints sat waiting for them. She groaned inwardly. I mean she loved beer, but, she was a girl, there were ways girls were meant to behave, she'd been brought up well, and she considered herself to be somewhat of a lady. Mick greeted her enthusiastically,
"Patsy babe" he started, "Tim said you were coming, he was well excited, you're one of the boys today, you look great"
She could see that people were making an effort to include her, so she decided to make a effort back, if just for Tim's sake. In the next 2 hours the pub got busier and busier with football fans, the beers were flowing, and the atmosphere was building. There were now 9 people in their group, Tim and Patsy, Mick and Michelle, and then Nigel and Karen had brought their 3 teenage children, 19 year old Justin, 18 year old Carl, and their 17 year old daughter Molly. Patsy really enjoyed Karen's company, and was naturally chatting to her. She discovered that Nigel and the boys were regular football fans, whilst her and Molly would normally spend their Saturdays shopping. Molly, was a typical teenage girl, face full of make-up, Tight denim hotpants, and a cleavage revealing top. She looked ready for a night out, and had no issues getting served at the bar.
When it was time to leave, they'd had 3 pints each, so the girls headed off to the toilets first. It was a big pub, but it was so busy there was a small queue when they got there, giving the girls chance to chat.
"I fucking love football days" started Michelle, in her usual brash manor, "but fuck me, last time I went it was a proper bladder buster, on the coach home we were stuck in traffic, I thought I was going to piss myself, honestly I did, I had to squat behind the bus as soon as we stopped",
"Ewwwwww" said Molly, "you had a wee in the street, didn't everyone see you?"
"Probably" laughed Michelle, "honestly though, I had no choice, my fucking knickers were wet as it was, how I didn't piss myself on the bus I'll never know"
"I could never do that" said Molly, "You'd end up all over Facebook, that's just nasty"
"Quite right" said Karen, "Girl's don't wee in public, they just don't"
"I could never be that desperate that I did that" added Patsy, "It doesn't matter how bursting you are, you can always wait until you reach a loo".
"Well I fucking couldn't that day" laughed Michelle "It was pop a squat or piss myself, that was my only option"
As she spoke a cubicle became free, and she went in, leaving Patsy, Karen and Molly, looking at each other in disgust. "I can't believe she just told us that" whispered Karen, "its absolutely disgusting"
They all had their wees, washed their hands and headed outside to meet the boys. They arrived at the pick-up point and found a line of 9 coaches. We're all on coach 7 said Tim as he led them there. They got on and headed towards the back, they were about 3 rows down from the back seats, Patsy and Tim sat together, opposite Nigel and Karen. Justin and Carl sat behind them, with Mick and Michelle sat directly behind Patsy and Tim, That meant that Molly sat on her own infront of them. Patsy felt sorry for her and tried to make conversation.
Soon they were on their way, with all 9 coaches leaving in unison, the men all chanting football songs, and a thoroughly party atmosphere. It was only a few minutes until cans of lager were being handed out, and everyone was once again drinking. Patsy spent the first 20 minutes or so chatting to Molly, but she had then put her headphones on, and started messing with her phone. Patsy settled in and started chatting to Tim and Nigel, trying to get into the spirit of the day. By the end of her first can, she was starting to feel a little tipsy, and had to admit she was actually enjoying herslef. She looked at her watch, they'd been on their way for 45 minutes. She thought, on a coach journey this long they'd have a couple of breaks, she was starting to feel like she needed a wee, but told herself that they'd be stopping in the next half hour, so she started on another can.
Half an hour later, and Patsy was really feeling a need to wee now, she had been watching the services signs and knew there was one coming up in ten miles. That was only a couple of minutes away she thought, and she would most definitely welcome a toilet pitstop. She had finished her second can now, and was starting to feel a little bit drunk, so she refused a drink next time they were offered.
"Are you OK" said Tim, hugging her, "You've gone a bit quiet"
"Yes babe" she said, "I'm fine, are you having fun"
"I am" he beamed, "I can't beleive you're here" he squeezed her thigh, "The two things I love most in the world, Wanderers and you, are coming together, its going to be a great day, I really hope you enjoy it"
They carried on talking, and had a little kiss, until Mick and Michelle yelled out,
"Wahey, get a room guys, there's no smooching on football days"
Patsy burned red with embarrassment, she'd never have kissed anyone in public sober, and now she'd been caught she realised she was a bit drunk. To make matters worse, as she sat, mortified, she noticed to her horror, that they were driving past the services. Her bladder protested, she'd been convinced they would be stopping, now everyone thought she was a slut, she couldn't make it worse by admitting she needed a wee.
She tensed up and convinced herself they would definitely be stopping at the next services. They passed a sign a few minutes later saying they would be in 12 miles. A quick calculation said this would be about 10 minutes. She was going to be bursting by then, but she'd be fine, there was no need to make a fuss.
The next few minutes passed agonisingly slowly for Patsy, who was becomming painfully aware of her need to pee. Since she'd started to think about it her need seemed to have grown remarkably quickly, and she was definitely feeling quite bursting. Why had she drank so much before a long journey, she thought to herself, it was just stupid, she was becomming very uncomfortable indeed. The motorway they were on was very well signposted and they past signs that read Services in 8 miles, then 5, then 3, then 1. Her bladder seemed to respond to each one of these as her relief grew closer and closer.
"Come on, come on" she thought to herself, sitting tense and rigid, "just another few seconds", but to her absolute horror, no, worse than that, her terror, the bus just continued on its way, it was not stopping!
Her bladder screamed, her mind raced. This could not be happening, what was she going to do, she'd been couting down the seconds til she could get some relief, and twice it had been denied her. She could have cried at that moment, as she felt so helpless, when Tim said "what's the matter babe, you're very fidgety."
She felt a terror rising from the pit of her stomach. Had it been that obvious, had she actually started to pee dance. Oh God, what was she going to say, what was she going to do . Girls didn't talk about their need, and they certainly didn't make a show of themselves in public. She'd known Tim for as long as she could remember, they were soul mates, but she'd never, ever, even dreamed of discussing toilet matters with him. It just wasn't what girls did, and that was that,
"Oh, erm, I could do with stretching my legs, thats all".
"Ah, is that all" said Tim, "I was a bit worried for a second"
"Will there be a stop soon" she enquired, trying to sound nonchalent, but longing to scream and demand a toilet stop in the next few seconds!
"There better fucking had be" interrupted Michelle, "I need to piss like a fucking racehorse back here, that fucking beer has gone right through me"
Patsy's mind whirred again. She was both shocked and appalled at Michelles brazen admission, and her brash, unladylike manner, but she was also delighted that she wasn't the only one desperate for the loo.
"we'll be stopping soon" reassured Tim, "theres always someone worse off than you isn't there, Michelle always makes a fuss on these coach journeys."
10 minutes later, and Patsy's need had risen to new heights. She couldn't beleive how quickly her bladder was filling, the beer seemed to be having an efffect unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her knee was jigging up and down none stop now, as she tried to press her thighs together as tight as she could. Michelle had been getting more and more vocal about her need, and Karen had now also aditted she was bursting. Molly's ponytail could be seen jigging up and down too.
"Do you not need to go, Patsy?" asked Karen
She wanted to cry, YES she wanted to go, she wanted to go more badly than she'd had to go in years. Her bladder felt like a rock as her most intimate area burned and throbbed and demanded all of her attention. "Erm, no, I'm OK" she lied.
"Well I'm fucking not, I'm fucking desperate" slammed Michelle, "its fucking stupid", she got up and walked down to the driver. No-one could hear her from back here, but Patsy was shocked to see her pressing a hand between her legs and dancing around, making a real show of herself.
As she returned to her seat, she said, he's stopping at the next services. There were whoops of joy, as people echoed their satisfaction at this. "It better not be far" said Karen, "its getting urgent", "Oh mum, I need to go really bad too" added Molly.
It was another 10 minutes until they finally reached the services. Ten minutes during which Patsy's desperation had grown intensely, she was almost in tears she needed to go so badly. Her legs were jigging up and down none stop and her private parts were screaming at her. She hated to even think it, but she was worrying deeply that she might not make it to a loo when they did stop. The thought was almost to horrifying to imagine. She HAD to wait, she just had to.
She clearly wasn't the only one who's need had grown. Michelle had grown more and more vocal as the services approached, and many of the guys were openly complaining. Even Molly had been constantly checking how much longer, making no secret that she'd be running to the ladies when they stopped.
As the coach pulled into the services, it became apparent that all of the coaches were stopping here, and so, as they were on coach 7, as they pulled in they could already see people from the other coaches dashing accross the car park. "Come on, come on" shouted Michelle, "I'm literally going to piss myself in a second, hurry the fuck up".
As it did park up, there was a mad desperate scramble. Patsy almost cried with relief as she tried to stand up, but she was stopped by Tim.
"Might as well wait a second" said Tim, "I think some of the girls are desperate to run it to the loo, better let them go first. Michelle sounds like she's on the verge of leaving a puddle"
Patsy almost broke down and pissed her knickers on the spot. She HAD to get out, NOW, literally every second was vital. She tried to push past him, but he stopped her, as Michelle dashed past, both hands pressed into her crotch. Karen stood up, and Molly dashed out, holding her tight denim shorts up, as it became apparent she'd undone the button at some point during the journey. A tear formed in Patsy's eye, as she said out oud, for the first time in her adult life,
"I need the toilet too" Her face burned beet red, but her bladder screamed and thrashed around inside of her, "Please Tim, I must hurry to the ladies". "What? Why didn't you say something?" asked Tim, but Patsy was like now like a woman possessed, desperately trying to push past him. Her need was even worse now she was standing,
"Please" she stammered, "Please Tim, I NEED to get out NOW".
He'd never heard her speak like that, and was genuinely worried. She couldn't even stand up straight her stomach hurt so much.
Tim sheepishly moved aside, and started speaking, but she couldn't even hear him now. Literally her whole world was centred inside her knickers, and the desperate struggle to keep them dry. Every second now was vital. She pushed past him and hobbled down the coach. As she stepped down to the car park, she felt her control slipping, and a frantic spurt escaped her tightly clenched pee hole. "No, no, no, oh god, fuck no" she stammered as she thrust her hand hard into her crutch. This could not be happening, she was literally wetting herself, in public, with nowhere to go. She saw Molly and Karen running accross the carpark, but there was no sign of Michelle anywhere. She couldn't take her hand away for a second now. She was hobbling accross the carpark, in a fully fledged pee dance, clutching her frantic, aching pussy. She was going painfully slowly, but she had to almost keep her legs crossed as she walked.
Finally she made it to the main enterence, she was in so much pain now, she hardly knew if she was weeing or not. She almost walked into a middle aged man as she dashed into the door. Where were they, oh god, where were the toilets. He vision was blurring, as tears welled in her eyes. Her bladder screamed, she didn't have time for any delays. She couldn't think straight, as she hobbled inside.
"Where are they?" she said out loud, "Where are the toilets, oh god, where are they?" The man she'd almost collided with put his hand on her shoulder. "The toilets are just down there love" he said, pointing to her left, "You look like you're in a bit of a hurry there". She almost died of embarrassment, she didn't even realise she'd been talking out loud, but at that moment, she was very grateful for the help. As she frantically hobbled in the direction he had pointed Patsy was dismayed as 4 young girls dashed past her, "Quick, I need to piss so bad" said one.
As she rounded the next corner she saw the sign she needed to see so badly. In huge black letters "LADIES", "Oh thank God" she gasped out loud, as she tried to hurry towards it. She thought about the glorious relief lying just round the next corner. This was a huge mistake though, as her need swelled almost incomprehensibly and her bladder forced a huge gush of pee out into her panties. It was much more serious than her earlier spurt, and almost floored her as she dropped to her haunches trying to regain control. "UMMPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, as thugh someone had punched her in the stomach. She pressed both hands hard into her frantic, quivering vulva. Her legs were shaking as another spasm passed over her. She fought hard to control it, but felt another quck squirt escape her. She started to cry as she stood up and ran for the toilet.
The ladies room was a typical services facility, huge, with approximately 30 stalls, but she was absolutely horrified to see there was a queue. This couldn't be happening. Not now. She joiined the back and started pee dance furiously. It was absolutely chaos. There were approximately 20 women waiting, all making a huge fuss, and the sounds and smells that filled the room were just an abject mixture of joy and sheer relief, and utter, indescribable, frantic desperation. "Please, please, please hurry" gasped the girl who'd run past Patsy in the corridor, as a group of girls entered the room and started to voice their dispeasure, to her right Patsy heard the sound of a frantic gushing deluge hitting a toilet as a girl obviously found relief. Up ahead a toilet flushed and a desperate scramble of about 6 girls tried to ran for the vacant cubicle.
Her head was spinning, as her bladder throbbed again, she could feel a trickle of pee starting to come out, she just couldn't clench hard enought o contain the ocean of pee any more. She heard a toilet flush, and, like a woman possessed she just ran past the line. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm peeing, it's coming" she garbled as she sprinted. She wasn't lying, she was out of control now. The girl at the front tried to block her, saying how long she'd been waiting, but as the cubicle opened Patsy just charged at it. The girl at the front can't have been more than 13, but Patsy physically pushed her, hell, almost threw her out of the way. People were shouting at her, but all that mattered was a wee. She tried to start pulling down her leggings, as she dashed in, and bolted the door. She was now peeing full force as she yanked them down and literally threw herself at the toilet.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" She gasped as she could finally relax, and her pee came gushing out of her at an incredible force. "Oh my god yes, oh I needed this" she gasped as her stream gushed and gushed and gushed like a firehose into the toilet below. Her legs were shaking as her pussy covulsed as what felt like gallons of pee flooded from her.
"Oh it feels so good" she gasped, as she peed and peed and peed. After about 45 seconds her pee stream dwindled down to a gentle trickle and she began to become aware of her surroundings. She was lightheaded with relief, as the room spun and her frantically distended bladder slowly returned to relaxed state. Her whole body tingled as the terrible, desperate pain subsided and was replaced with sheer joy.
It was another 50 seconds before she finally stopped peeing, and she became much more aware of the sound of the room. It was perfectly clear that there was still a queue of desperate ladies waiting for relief, so she stood up and quickly pulled up her knickers, not wanting to hold up the queue any longer. It was only then she became aware of how wet thet were. As she pulled up her leggings it quickly became apparent she'd had a full blown accident in her desperate scramble to the loo. Grey leggings were absolutely the worst thing she could have worn too. there was a sizable wet patch around her crotch, but her ass was soaked, with lines running down the back of both of her legs.
She was almost in tears when she heard someone bang on her cubicle door. "Please let me in" begged the girl outside. Jen opened the door and was faced with the young girl she'd pushed aside doing the most frantic pee dance you've ever seen! "Oh, thankyou, fuck, pee now" she stammered as she pushed past her. An older woman started to shout at her about how disgusting she'd been, pushing a shoolgirl aside for her own gratification, but Patsy absolutely did not need to hear it. She knew how disgusting she'd been, she was mortified as she walked past the woman, who was still queuing herself. The scene was still chaos, but Jen hardly even cared as she wandered aimlessly out of the ladies.
Back in the hustle and bustle of the main services she immediately heard a young boy declare "That lady has wee'd herself", the wet spot on her leggings clearly painfully visible, so she dashed into the outdoor clothing shop and bought a pair of utility pants. It was the best she could find, and they were painfully overpriced, but she absolutely could not get back on the coach with everyone knowing she'd started to wet herself!
To be continued...... |
After noticing the extreme lack of Tharja fictions on this site, I decided to write my first fiction. I think this is sort of in character for her, but the only person I ever supported her with was Henry, so you can be the judge of that. For context, I decided to use Female Robin. Any criticism welcome.
Today had been a fairly good day for Tharja. She had performed admirably well in the day's battle, to the point where the Shepherd's commander, Chrom, had even complemented her. Not that she cared though. There was only one person who she wanted to impress.
In her tent, Tharja was doing what she did every night, studying and practicing various hexes, when she felt a slight urge for the bathroom.
"Ugh" Tharja groaned as she got up and made her way out of her tent, but as soon as she got outside she stopped dead in her tracks. She saw it, Robin's tent was open, and the best part... no one was inside.
Tharja couldn't help herself. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, she stepped into Robin's tent and began snooping around. It was like she was a kid in a candy store. She ran her hands along Robin's books, peered into Robin's drawers, and even tried on Robin's famous cloak. All of these things- endowed with Robin's wonderful scent.
When she saw Robin's desk she began to lose it. Her mind began to flood with thoughts of Robin doing naughty things. Maybe one day, Robin's desires were too strong and she placed the corner of the desk in between her legs, moving back and forth as she...
"Thanks for the help, Robin."
"It was no problem, Chrom."
The sound of Robin returning back to her tent snapped Tharja out of her fantasy.
"Crap!" She exclaimed, "I was in here longer than I thought."
Tharja looked around, desperately searching for an exit, but to no avail. The only way out was through the front, and there was no way she could go through there without being seen. So she decided to go with plan B. She jumped behind some of the boxes in the corner of the tent and hid.
When Robin entered the room, she payed no mind to the boxes, instead pulling a chair up to her desk. She grabbed a pen and notebook and got to work, seemingly writing strategies.
Behind the boxes, Tharja was being reminded of the reason she left her tent in the first place - she needed to pee, and now it was getting bad. She had her legs pressed together, her hands had taken position in her crotch, and there was a sort of buzzing pain in her bladder that refused to go away. There was no sign that Robin was going to leave any time soon, so unless she wanted Robin to find her curled up in the corner in a puddle of urine, she had to do something and fast.
It was then when Tharja came up with her own strategy. She quietly casted a hex to speed up Robin's bladder. That way, Robin would need to leave the room soon. All Tharja would have to do is outlast Robin.
An hour passed and Tharja was absolutely dying. It took all the strength she had not to wet herself right there. However, her plan was beginning to bore fruit. She could see Robin's legs bouncing up and down, a sure sign of a filling bladder.
"Man, what's with me? I went right before I talked to Chrom," Robin complained to herself as she rose from her desk and walked out of her tent.
Finally, Tharja could see the light at the end of the tunnel. All she had to do was make it to the bathroom and she'd be safe, easy as pie. However, she quickly realized this would be anything but easy.
As soon as she stood up from behind the boxes, she felt a spurt of pee run into her leggings. "Gods no, please," Tharja pleaded as she doubled over. After gaining control of herself, she began to check the damages. There was only a small golfball sized wet patch at the crotch, and she needed to make it to the bathroom if she didn't want it to get any bigger. With newfound determination, she hobbled out of the tent making her way to the bathroom
It took all of her strength, and her wet patch had grown a little, but now she stood outside the bathroom. Finally, relief was so close. She grabbed the door knob and... "Huh?" Tharja's eyes went wide with horror as she realized the door was locked.
"Don't worry, I'll only be a minute" Robin's voice came from the other side.
It was like Tharja's life flashed before her eyes when she realized the fatal flaw in her plan. She was the one who put Robin in the bathroom. This was the last thought that went through Tharja's head before the dam burst.
Her dark leggings began to grow a shade darker, and the thin material they were made of proved no match for the torrent of liquid rushing from her womanhood. Many streams of pee began flowing down her legs as another poured straight down into the dirt below. Her legs gave out and she sat in the dirt for what felt like hours, pissing herself like a little girl.
Eventually the streams died down, and Tharja was left sitting in a pool of her own urine, when a sound snapped her out of it. It was Robin pulling up her pants. She couldn't let Robin see her like this. As she heard the door opening, she quickly crawled to the other side of the bathroom.
"Okay, it's all... huh?"
"I guess they don't need to go anymore." A confused Robin said as she returned to her tent.
Sighing with relief, Tharja took what little solace she could from the fact Robin didn't see her. Her shoes squished with every step as she made her way back to her tent for some dry clothes. |
Hello, readers. This is a part of my new Couples Series: A collection of short stories that focus on normal couples who partake in various holding games. Each one will be standalone and completely unrelated to each other.
This particular story features: [Female Desperation] [Clothed Wetting] [Pad Wetting] [Male Peeing]
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Couples Series: Amara and Jason
Amara yawned and rolled over in her bed, placing a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “You awake?” she whispered, rubbing his arm gently.
“Mmph, yeah,” Jason mumbled, flopping onto his back and looking into Amara’s shining brown eyes. “What time is it?”
“Ten,” Amara answered. “I’ve been awake for like half an hour. I’ve already put clothes on. I was waiting for you to wake up naturally, I know you love sleeping late on Saturdays, but I’m getting really squirmy.”
Jason perked up quickly, turning in the bed to face her. He slid his hand between them and pressed gently into her belly, feeling hardness and warmth as she moaned and pulled away from him. “You still good for the plan today?” he asked her. “It’s pretty daring.”
“Oh, I can’t wait!” Amara chirped. “I’ve always wanted to do it, but I’ve always been too shy to do it alone. With you right there, I’ll be able to keep my courage up.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to hold with you?”
“No, not this time,” Amara exhaled. “I’ve never done anything like this before, and I want you in proper shape to stop me from panicking.”
“Fair enough,” Jason said. “Maybe I’ll fill up for you at home tonight?”
“Sounds good,” Amara giggled. “Alright, I’m really desperate. Gotta get up and drink, then get the heck out of here before it’s too late.”
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Amara and Jason were a happy couple. She was twenty four, he was twenty three, and they both shared many interests - They enjoyed the same movies, the same books, they shared the same liberal beliefs and the same childfree lifestyle. They were perfect for each other, and their relationship was made even stronger by the fact that their sexual desires matched up just as well as their personalities. They both loved holding in their pee for as long as they could, and they both loved torturing each other while they were desperate. Today’s game was Amara’s own idea.
“Jason, I wanna try something really ballsy,” she had said the night before. “I wanna drink like two liters of water before bed so I wake up super desperate, and then I wanna drink another liter and go for a long walk together. All the way around the park, it’s gotta be close to three miles.”
“You tripping?” Jason had responded. “You’ll soak yourself in front of everyone.”
“I know it’s really risky,” Amara insisted, “But I’ve fantasized about being really desperate in public for years now, and with you I finally feel like I can be brave enough.”
“You’re really willing to have an accident out in the open?” Jason had asked with concern in his eyes. “People around here might recognize us, are you sure about this?”
“I think I’ll be able to hold it though,” Amara stated. “If I’m outside, with people everywhere, I’ll have enough incentive to hang on a lot longer than I usually would. You should be excited, you’ll get to see me more desperate than I’ve ever been. I figure I’ll wear a pad so if I just dribble a little bit it won’t show. I know how you love that.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Jason agreed enthusiastically. “Alright, I’m in.”
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Back in the present, Amara slid her legs off of the bed and stood up, moaning and wiggling her hips. “I didn’t think drinking two liters would have me so desperate in the morning,” she complained, placing a hand on her bulging belly. “Maybe it’s just because I’m still tired. Once I wake up more I should be able to control it better.”
“You’re really incredible, you know,” Jason breathed. “Most people would have wet the bed by now. I know you have a big bladder, but if you drink another liter before you leave...you’re REALLY sure you want to do this?”
“I am,” Amara said adamantly. “I need to do this or I’ll never be satisfied. It’s one of my biggest fantasies. I want to make sure I drink enough that I’ll absolutely lose control at some point soon, I want to really have to fight and struggle to keep it in. It has to be real.”
“I love you so fuckin’ much,” Jason groaned, reaching out to take Amara’s hand. She slapped at it playfully, then gripped his wrist and pulled. “Come on you lump, get up. Go pee so we can get out of here.”
“Aye, fine… Go drink your liter, I’ll meet you by the door.”
“Gotta get my B.C. and a pad first,” Amara said, following Jason to the bathroom. He pulled the waistband of his pajama pants down and began relieving himself in the toilet while Amara dug around under the sink. She soon came up with a small pink square, and groaned as she watched Jason pee. “That makes it so much worse,” she hissed, crossing her legs tightly and bouncing up and down. Jason just grinned at her as he finished and flushed the toilet. Amara reached into the medicine cabinet next, withdrawing her circular case of birth control pills and she tucked it down the front of the purple sweater she was wearing.
Amara was also wearing thick, light blue leggings, the sort of thing that would display a wetting very prominently. Jason knew that was part of the fun for her; it wouldn’t be as risky if she was wearing black jeans or if she just wet her panties under a skirt. She slid the leggings down to her knees, along with a pair of purple cotton bikini panties. She put the pad in place, made sure it was stuck on tight, and then pulled her clothes back into position. The shape of the pad was slightly visible through her tight leggings, just a small bulge right between her legs. “I’m ready. Oh God, I’m so turned on right now. I can’t believe I’m finally going to do this!”
“I’m really happy for you,” Jason said with a wide smile. “I know how it feels to have a lifelong fantasy come true. I felt the same thing when you first let me push on your bladder till you burst. I just hope that nothing goes wrong with this.”
“It’ll be fine,” Amara muttered dismissively. “Alright, enough lollygagging, we gotta go now.”
Jason grinned at her. “I’mma get dressed. Head downstairs, I’ll be there in a second.”
Amara nodded and turned away, leaving him alone in the bedroom. As promised, he joined Amara downstairs in a timely fashion. He was wearing a green hoodie and black sweats, the perfect getup for a walk. They headed into the kitchen where Amara pulled open the fridge and took out two half-liter water bottles. She withdrew her pills and stuck the one marked ‘SAT’ in her mouth. Jason looked on, rather impressed, as she chugged down both bottles inside of thirty seconds. “Damn, Amy, you’re not messing around, are ya?”
“Nope!” Amara chirped, still wiggling her hips. “Even with how great of a holder I am, there’s no way I’ll be able to last long with three liters in me. It’s gonna take over an hour and a half to get around the park at walking speed. Probably quite a bit more since I’m sure I’ll be slowing down a lot the more desperate I get. This is gonna be a serious fight.”
Jason just smiled as he held the door open for Amara, and a minute later, they stood at the entrance to the park. It was a large, rather generic park, a street and a walking trail circling the entire thing. They loved living so close to it, and it made for a great view from any of their windows. Other walkers and bike riders moved past, completely unaware of the bulging bladder hidden under Amara’s sweater. On such a nice day, there were at least a couple hundred people in the park, and that was only what they could see from the entrance.
With a squirm and a soft moan, Amara steeled herself and began to walk at a quick pace. Jason kept up, walking right beside her, his neck craned to watch all of the little desperate movements she made. They walked on and on, passing a playground, a baseball field...and the only restrooms in the park. As they passed said restrooms, Amara released an extended sigh and crossed her legs for a moment before she shook her head and kept moving forward.
Half an hour into their journey, Amara was already getting somewhat frantic. Every breath she exhaled came out as an audible moan, and every couple dozen steps she would stumble forwards as she tried to press her legs together. “How are you doing?” Jason asked softly, wrapping his right hand around Amara’s left. Her skin was burning hot, and he knew that she was physically straining.
“So desperate,” she whined. “The liter I drank is already hitting me hard...my belly feels so tight against my waistband. I’d slide my pants and panties a little lower to get them off my bladder, but then the pad would get all loose.”
“Speaking of the pad, is it still dry?” Jason asked next.
“Yeah. I’m fighting as hard as I can not to leak. I don’t want it to fill up slowly, I want it ready in case I really start spurting later.”
“Good, good,” Jason said. “You mind if I have a little feel?”
Amara smiled and shook her head. “Of course not. Turn towards the trees though so it just looks like we’re hugging…”
She turned to face the treeline that hid the park from the road, and jason wrapped his arms around Amara’s waist. He placed a hand on her belly and prodded her gently, feeling the taut skin and the solid organ beneath it. Her bladder was really round, and with every soft touch, Amara gasped and gripped his arm tighter. “I just wanna give it a huge squeeze,” Jason whispered in her ear. “I won’t, though. As much as I love watching you wet, I’m very curious to see how this goes.”
Amara reached up and rubbed his shoulder. “You’ll see me soak myself one way or another, either out here or back home. If I do make it back, I’ll put on something nicer to give you a better show.”
“You look amazing right now,” Jason said. “I want to see you pee like that, no matter where we are.”
Amara smiled and stepped away from him. “We have to keep moving, I’m on a serious time limit. And no more touching my bladder, even soft rubs make it really hard to hold on.”
“As you wish,” Jason said with a comedic bow.
They continued on, passing a well-populated tennis court, and soon after...the public pool. It was empty due to the somewhat chilly weather, but the exposed water seemed to send Amara into a fit of desperation. She yelped suddenly and doubled over, drawing weird looks from a dogwalker who had just passed them. She flushed red and bounced in place, obviously struggling with the choice between restraining a leak and maintaining her dignity. Jason placed a hand on her shoulder. “You alright, Amy? Remember, just say the word and I’ll find somewhere for you to pee.”
“No,” she gasped. “Don’t say things like that...I have to hold on, no matter how bad it gets. Like I said, it has to be real.”
Jason nodded and stood by as she squirmed in place and held herself. It took almost a full minute for her to stand straight again, and at that point her whole body was shaking with effort. “Gottagetawayfromthepool,” she ranted breathlessly. She took off at almost a jogging pace, her moans fully audible. They weren’t just moans of desperation, they were obviously full of pleasure, the kind of moans a woman made moments before she reached orgasm. Jason cringed slightly as he ran after her.
“You gotta try to quiet down,” he mumbled as he caught up with her. “If people hear you moaning like that, they’ll think… I dunno, they’ll think you have one of those little vibrators in you or something.”
Amara sighed and closed her mouth, which only had the effect of turning her moans into loud, sexually-charged humming. Despite her desperation, Jason knew that she was horny beyond belief. She got frisky enough every time she had a normal pee, but this, a “lifelong fantasy” as she put it, must have her completely out of her mind.
Jason, surprisingly, was managing quite well. Amara was absolutely hot right now, but his concern for her was trumping his physical attraction to the situation. Guess that’s how I know I really love her, he thought with a grin. She really is brave. I just hope she’ll know when to quit if she really does start wetting herself…
It took ten minutes for them to get out of sight of the pool, and as soon as the glistening blue water left her vision, Amara stopped and began breathing heavily. “I’m surprised you could jog with such a full bladder,” Jason panted.
“I do it a lot, on the treadmill,” Amara responded. “It feels amazing, my bladder bouncing around like that. I have a hard time peeing while I’m moving though, so it’s all good. I mean, I CAN if I’m desperate enough, but I don’t have much trouble holding it either. Stopping though...that’s not easy.” The truth in her words was apparent. She had her right hand held tightly between her legs, her left held in a fist clenched at her side. “Ugh, when I hold myself I like to squeeze a finger right against my pee hole, but the pad doesn’t let me get all up in there.”
“Too bad, so sad,” Jason quipped, putting on a false frown.
Amara pouted at him, then giggled slightly. “Jason, I’m so desperate,” she muttered. “We’re not even half around the park yet and I feel like I’m on the verge of an accident…”
Jason opened his mouth to offer help, then remembered that she’d said she wanted no such thing. He pursed his lips for a moment, then changed his strategy. “You can do it, Amara,” he said lovingly, placing his hands around her arms. “You’re really strong, it’s just a full bladder, I know that you can put up with it for a little longer.”
“I’m so close to leaking,” she whimpered. Jason could feel her shivering as he held her. “I already feel a little damp, like around my lips, and it’s not just because I’m so fucking horny…All the pressure feels like it’s right there behind my pussy...”
“You know it comes in waves,” Jason told her. “I know you feel like you’re about to burst, but if you can just hold on for a minute, you’ll feel a bit better.”
Amara looked Jason in the eyes and nodded, still squirming in his grip. He could feel her warmth through her clothes, she was absolutely radiating heat. Her face was flushed and sweaty, and her eyes were unfocused and worried. Jason was fighting every manly instinct that he had; every fiber of his being wanted to offer her help, protection, to ask if she was alright...but he knew that wasn’t what Amara wanted, and he fully respected her wish to push her limits without a safety net. “We...we have to keep walking. The more time I waste squirming in place, the more desperate I get. Don’t let me stop again, or I really won’t make it…”
Jason patted her arm in confirmation and guided her along the trail. She was obviously trying so hard to hide her desperation, and for the first time that day, Jason felt himself growing hard at the sight of her rocking her hips as she walked. It wasn’t something she normally did, and he knew that it was an effort to squeeze her legs together with each step. Three times inside the next twenty minutes, Amara gasped and stopped just for Jason to grip her hands and force her to keep walking. She was now releasing a sort of desperate, high-pitched whine that was driving Jason up the wall. His penis was pressing hard against his boxers and sweats, uncomfortable and compressed.
Amara took notice, as he was walking almost as awkwardly as she was. “Hey, don’t tell me you need to pee too already?” Amara whispered.
“It’s not that,” Jason mumbled. He took her hand once more and guided it to his front, and she felt how stiff he was through the layers of cotton.
Amara broke out into a smile and giggled genuinely. “I can’t wait to deal with that when we get home,” she said, giving it a quick squeeze.
Jason grunted and pulled away. “I don’t wanna do it in my pants before we even get home,” he sighed.
“I’m probably gonna do somethin’ else in my pants first, anyway,” Amara moaned.
“Don’t talk like that,” Jason encouraged her. “You have to hold it in. You don’t have any other choice. If you wet yourself out here, dozens of people will see it.”
“I...I know,” Amara whined, rocking her hips with greater intensity. “God, I feel like there’s a fuckin’ bowling ball in me. My belly’s harder than your pork.”
“P- Pork?” Jason choked out, uncontrollable laughter bringing him to a halt. “Where the actual fuck did that come from?”
Amara came to a stop as well. “What, never heard- Oh, FUCK!” Amara opened her mouth wide and forced both hands between her legs, twisting them together. Jason, even ten feet behind her, heard it clear as day. A huge, powerful hiss began emanating from Amara as she doubled over, panic in her eyes. Jason sprinted the four steps it took to reach her, but by the time he was there, the hissing had already stopped.
“Shit, fuck, I’m okay. Stopping short like that just made me lose all control for a second.” She spread her feet a little and patted herself between her legs, exhaling in relief as her crotch seemed dry. She gave herself a couple more pokes, and then a grin spread across her face. “Dude, you gotta feel this.” She grabbed Jason’s hand and pulled it between her legs, and he pressed against her gently. Her pad was completely saturated, thick, soft and squishy, and so, so warm. It was very visible too, a huge bulge stretching out the crotch of her leggings. “It feels so nice down there. And I actually feel like I can hold it a little longer now that some came out.”
“Good,” Jason muttered absentmindedly, still squashing the pad between his fingers and her body.
“You really like that, don’t you?” Amara purred.
“Yeah,” Jason responded, pressing up closer to her.
“You know, I dunno if I’ve ever told you, but ages ago when I first noticed you getting all turned on whenever you knew I was wearing a pad, I was sure that you had some kind of period fetish. I thought you were weird as fuck until you explained that you were just fantasizing about me filling them with pee.”
“Wait,” Jason guffawed, letting his hands fall to his sides. “Let me get this straight. A period fetish would be ‘weird as fuck,’ but a fetish for holding in pee until you wet yourself is totally normal, eh?”
“Well, it’s been normal for me since I was a little girl, so I guess. Why pads though, specifically? I get that you love anything that’s soaked in my pee, but why not diapers? They could hold so much more.”
Jason shook his head violently, making a sort of ‘Nnnyyyooo’ noise. “Nuh-uh, Amy. Diapers can only be associated with babies and the elderly, both of which I don’t want much to do with. Just that thought turns me off of them completely. Pads however, I can associate them with femininity, adulthood, and the fact that you’re definitely not fuckin’ pregnant.”
Amara exhaled a soft laugh, resting her head against Jason’s chest. “We should start walking again...I’m still dying to pee, and all the wetness down there certainly isn’t helping.”
Jason nodded and took Amara’s sweaty hand again, and they continued their long trek. Amara was walking easier now, the dramatic sway of her hips from earlier no longer present. She still squirmed now and again, but she seemed to be in control. However, they both knew that wouldn’t last for long.
Sure enough, half an hour later and two thirds of the way through the park, Amara was absolutely frantic again. Her butt bounced up and down as she walked, her thighs squeezing together and her balance waning with each step. Jason was basically holding her up, trying to disguise the situation by appearing to be hugging her around her shoulder. He knew that it would be a lot easier to support her by her waist, but the pressure would undoubtedly cause her to lose control.
For the past fifteen minutes, they had been drawing the eyes of passerby, Amara’s yelps audible for a dozen meters. Not only this, but she was openly holding herself almost constantly and cursing in frustration at the fact that she could not force her hand directly against her urethra. There was simply no hiding it anymore; anyone who saw them would know beyond any shadow of a doubt that Amara was on the verge of a full-on accident at the age of twenty-four. Jason’s face was beet-red from embarrassment, but he never faltered or complained, knowing that this was what Amara wanted.
“I just spurted into the pad again,” Amara whispered suddenly and urgently. “It feels so thick and full, anything else that comes out of me will almost definitely leak out the sides…I’m not gonna get home dry, Jace, I’m just too desperate.”
“We’re so close, Amy,” Jason encouraged her, gripping her hand tighter. “If we keep up a solid pace, we’ll be home in half an hour. I know it hurts, but you can take it. Please keep holding on.”
Amara whimpered and leaned against him as they kept walking. “I don’t think I can. I’ve never had to go so badly in my life. The pressure is so intense, and I know that the pad won’t hold anything else...it’s really gonna happen, I’m gonna pee myself in front of a bunch of people and there’s nothin’ I can do about it.”
“Like I said before, it’s only a full bladder,” Jason said, trying to keep his voice calm and supportive. “You know what the source of the pain is, and you know that it can’t really hurt you. You don’t feel any pain in your sides or back, right?”
Amara whined and shook her head. “No, it’s just all in my belly and right behind my vag.”
“Then you’re fine. You can hold it as long as you need to. Just think about it logically rather than letting yourself be flustered by the sensations. You know what it is, you know why it’s happening, and you can control it. Don’t panic, don’t worry about wetting yourself. As long as the pain is only in your bladder, you can keep holding on.”
“I love you so much,” Amara barked suddenly. “You’re always here to support me through all the nutty shit I do. If you say I can hold it, I just can’t help but believe you. I’m not gonna pee. I’m NOT gonna pee!”
With a loud groan of effort, Amara picked up her pace, forcing herself to walk normally and stand straight. Jason smiled widely and kept up with her, whispering encouragement to her every step of the way. They passed benches and water fountains, none of which were in use thankfully, and after a few more minutes, it came into view. The sign that marked the entrance of the park, and with that, they were no further than a couple hundred meters from their front door.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Amara chanted as she pushed onwards towards the entrance. Her vocabulary had severely deteriorated within the last five minutes of their walk, reduced to a series of cursewords and desperate moans. The two of them had the full attention of everyone near the entrance of the park, and Jason fruitlessly covered his face with his left hand. Amara was definitely causing a scene, her condition painfully obvious to anyone and everyone.
“Are...are you okay?” a blonde woman asked as she passed with a small dog.
“The restroom is just over there, you know,” a man on a bike offered as he rode along.
“Mommy, does she have to pee?” asked a small girl as her mother dragged her away from the area.
Amara ignored all of them, her mind fixated on only one thing: Getting home and emptying her tormented bladder. They passed the sign, and as they cleared the treeline, their home came into view…
And Amara stopped short, her mouth open in disbelief and her body vibrating from head to toe.
“Ooooohhhhhh,” she moaned, drawing gazes from a few people who were walking into the park. “No...not now, not here, so close…”
“Come on, Amy, it’s RIGHT THERE!” Jason nearly shouted, grabbing her shoulder and pointing at their house. “A hundred more feet, come on, you’ve got this!”
Amara took one more step...and she began wetting herself with the force of a burst hydrant. The hiss sounded for two seconds as the pad soaked up the very last of its potential, and then Amara’s pee was streaming down both of her legs and splattering onto the concrete below her. She let her arms fall to her sides, and she stood up straight as any hope of maintaining her dignity flowed down the creek. Her pee thundered down her leggings, darkening both of her thighs to a near-black shade. The liquid soaked her butt and the front of her crotch as well, the only dry spot being a single line traced right between her legs that was protected by the pad, but even that was flooded in time.
A dozen bystanders lurked nearby, but luckily none of them were laughing, they just seemed either dumbfounded or concerned for her. Amara seemed to have shut down, fully accepting her fate as she emptied herself on the sidewalk. Jason felt like melting into the ground, but he knew that he had to get her home. Fully aware that she would continue peeing for well over a minute, he did the only thing he could think of.
Amara gasped as Jason scooped her up in his arms and began sprinting towards their house. Her pee splattered all over his shirt and legs, but he didn’t care in the slightest. She wrapped her arms around his neck to lighten herself, burying her face in his left shoulder. By the time they reached the door to their home, his pants were just as soaked as Amara’s. She continued to wet herself as he transitioned her into a sort of fireman’s carry so he could dig the keys out of his pocket, and fifteen seconds later, they were inside.
Jason set Amara down, her pee now soaking the hardwood floor of their entrance hall. They looked each other in the eyes for just a moment, both knowing what was going to happen next. Jason’s hands flew to Amara’s sides, tearing her leggings and panties down. She stepped out of them, her pee spraying across the wall for a moment, and Jason threw the clothes along with the heavy pad far away from them. Wrapping his arms around Amara, he lowered her to the floor. She gripped his pants now, sliding them down his thighs...and revealing another pair of sweats, light pink and very tight on him. His fully-erect penis was pushing hard against the fabric, women’s sweats not being at all designed for such a thing. She barked out a laugh, placing her wet hands over her mouth. “It’s no wonder you were so uncomfortable out there. Why the fuck are you wearing my sweats, you absolute pinecone?”
Jason sighed and smiled. “I know you wanted to do what you did today with no way out if you wet yourself, but I just had to do something to help you if you lost control early on. I figured that I’d hide a pair of your pants so you could change behind a tree if you wanted to.”
“You’re...so friggin’ sweet,” Amara moaned, leaning against Jason’s crotch as her stream of pee finally slowed down. She gripped the waistband of the pink sweats and pulled them just far enough down that Jason’s Johnson was set free. “Come on, I’ve been waiting for this all day. Just...keep those sweats around your legs, it’s actually kind of hot…”
*****
Thank you for reading, everybody. There will be many stories in the Couple’s Series, but like I said in the beginning, it will always be different characters in different places with different personalities and different kinks. The only themes that will absolutely be present in every one of my stories is extreme desperation and bulging bladders. If something in here wasn’t for you, it doesn’t mean the next one won’t perfectly match your interests. Have a good one, and see you next time.
-B.L.
Edited April 2, 2018 by Bulge_Lover
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Author's note: Yes, this is hinting at a Digby story, one I already wrote. You can find it here if you prefer male omorashi.
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The town of Waifus, a small, peaceful village, only accessible by train or boat. It was calm and soothing to look at, but the residents were still unknown. After all, Isabelle had only just moved to this town with her brother Digby, she didn't have the chance to meet the citizens, especially with her new job keeping her busy. As soon as she got off the train, the elderly mayor Tortimer offered her the position of his secretary, while seemingly thinking she was someone else. Still, it made the employment hunt a lot easier, and it was work she was suited for.
Unfortunately, it was very much busy work, in both senses of the term. It was a lot of tedious small projects, things like reading through citizen comments, keeping the flyers on the announcement board current, organizing all the zoning regulations and ordinances, very dull tasks. And very prolonged ones as well, ones that kept her at her post at town hall, oblivious to the passing of time.
However, she was still canine, which meant she had one nagging feeling always ready to bring her to her senses. “Mmgh,” she quietly groaned as she shuffled through the papers on her desk. “Perhaps I had a little too much to drink this morning.” She scraped her paws over the wood-paneled floor, pressing her legs together and rubbing them against each other, the friction of the opposing fur heating her thighs.
There was no doubt in her mind, Isabelle needed to pee, and one quick glance at the clock hanging on the wall behind her told exactly why. “Wow, it's already 2 in the afternoon?” Last time she had seen the time, it was 11 in the morning, which meant she had worked through her usual lunch break, when she would usually take the time to use the restroom. “Well, I suppose now's the time.” She stood up from her chair, stretching her body with arms in the air. Her stomach growled, reminding her of her hunger, but that was a second priority at the moment. She faced a small door on the left side of the room, housing the toilet, eagerly walking over to relieve herself.
About halfway to her destination, the main door into town hall opened, drawing Isabelle's attention and halting her movement. She couldn't just leave one of the town's residents waiting while she did her business, so it would have to wait for now. And she'd need to wait for a while, as the arrival was a slow one. The mayor Tortimer hobbled in, his cane clicking as it hit the floor with each step, incredibly sluggish due to his species and age. Isabelle breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't require her attention, and wouldn't be an obstacle.
At least, that's what she thought. “Oh, Isabelle! Good timing, I have a task for you!”
“What is it, Mayor?” Already, Isabelle's pee break was forgotten, a request from the mayor was much more important.
“See, I got a letter from the safety bureau, claiming that we need a fire hydrant in our town. So I'll need you to scout around and find the best place to have it constructed.”
“A letter? I don't remember seeing a letter like that.”
“Yes, I received it last year. The inspector will be coming next week, and it'll need to be built by then. I may have been expected to act sooner, but this old brain forgets a lot! Heh heh horf,” Tortimer chortled, descending into a cough. “We could be facing a large fine if we don't have that hydrant, so you ought to skedaddle.”
Isabelle looked between the mayor and the toilet door multiple times, her mouth shifting into a teeth-clenching grimace. She really needed to pee, and visiting the bathroom now would eliminate that specific worry. But the mayor had specifically said she needed to make haste, taking her break would be a blatant act of disobedience. And if the little doggy was anything, it was obedient. With that realization, the doubt washed from her mind, and she steeled herself for the task at paw. “You can count on me, Mayor!” She ran out the town hall door, eager to get her job done, and fast.
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“Uhn,” Isabelle complained, gripping her clipboard in one paw as the other pressed down on the front of her skirt. She was quickly beginning to realize that neglecting that bathroom visit was unwise, and the desire was only growing more and more painful as time passed. And she was still scouring the town, looking for a suitable place for the public works project. The possibility that she might not last long enough was large enough to be worrying now.
Of course, the thought had long occurred to her to go back to town hall for a quick minute, but what would that mean for her? It would mean she wasn't competent enough to do her job without having to run for the toilet with her tail between her legs. She had just started this position, now was not the time to admit defeat.
It wasn't an aversion to using any bathroom, but if she wouldn't use town hall's, what other options did she have? Her and Digby's house wasn't actually in Waifus, hence her habit of curling up in the corner and sleeping under her desk, so that absolutely wasn't an option. And all that isolation left her no time to become friendly with the residents of all the houses she could see around her, she wasn't about to introduce herself dancing at their doorstep.
As Isabelle carefully looked around, something beyond all the houses suddenly caught her eye: the abundance of trees. While she had never done it herself, she had heard the stories of using trees as a spot for an emergency pee, stories that were resurfacing and prodding in the face of her current need. She was ashamed to admit, she gave more thought to the idea of using a tree than anything before. If only she could do it without being seen, no one would have to think any less of her.
Problem was, it all hinged on that condition of being unseen. Waifus was small, with over a dozen homes in close proximity, and all but four were occupied. And, from her current vantage point, none of the houses had their lights on, meaning their owners were out and about. Chances were high she'd get caught doing that gross, immoral, and illegal act. She'd never hear the end of it, and that was the best case scenario. It wasn't worth the risk.
“Hm? Hey, that's a face I haven't seen much of!” Hearing that shout, Isabelle froze, the only motion she could make was moving her paws off her crotch, to not appear desperate to whoever had placed their attention on her. She couldn't even immediately turn her head to face them, needing to wait for a couple more seconds to pass before she could loosen up enough to do so.
She finally got the source of the yell in sight, but even then, she didn't know who she was talking to right away. He was an eagle, a blue hue to his feathers, she knew she had seen him before, but she just couldn't place his identity yet. Being distracted was certainly not helping matters. Thankfully, he spoke before she was put on the spot, closing the distance between them. “I know I was at your welcoming party, but I haven't introduced myself yet! My name's Pierce,” he introduced, full of confident energy.
Just from the way Pierce opened the dialogue, Isabelle already had that awful feeling in the pit of her stomach, overlapping with the existing stress of her bladder; he was the type to ramble about himself. And as the minutes passed, her fears were confirmed over and over, as Pierce began going on about himself in a misguided attempt at introduction. She couldn't even hear what he was saying over her mental cloud, all she could gather was something about exercise, something that wouldn't be interesting at her best. But now, it was agony on top of agony, begging him to please be quiet so she could move on with whatever she was planning to do.
Of course, she wasn't saying anything, she was too polite for that, but she was thinking it, begging for it, quite violently. But what good would it do? Even if she was left alone, that didn't magically gift her a bathroom. At best, it meant she could have her accident in private, an outcome that still meant she would be caught. After all, she'd have to return to town hall, where her shame would absolutely be witnessed. There was no way out.
“Hello? Earth to Isabelle?” Scared for her hygiene's sake, Isabelle forgot that she was talking to someone else. Who had apparently not asked a question of her until now.
“O-oh, I'm sorry.” While it was difficult, she brought herself back to the external world, to hold a conversation the same way she hoped she could hold her urine. “What were you asking about?”
“I was asking, what are you doing outside town hall for the first time? Decided you needed some fresh air?”
“No, I'm actually out on work. The mayor wants a fire hydrant built, so I'm scouting out a proper location for one.” Just as she could somewhat convince herself that she could make it through okay, she had to talk about fire hydrants, and all the unfortunate, water-based implications that naturally came with it.
“Oh, no rest in the mayor's office, eh? Have you talked to Lyle yet?”
“Lyle?” Maybe she had heard the name mentioned in her time in Waifus, but what it signified currently rang no bells. It could also have been that feeling that her bladder was about to explode under her skirt distracting her.
“Yeah, the guy who runs the Happy Home Academy with Tom Nook. They're the guys you need to talk to about land stuff. Lyle gets incredibly particular about the aesthetics of the houses, and he'll get mad if you disturb the delicate balance he's worked to create.”
Suddenly, it hit Isabelle. Or rather, two things did. The first was another pounding from her bladder, incredibly painful and forceful, twice as hard as anything she had felt up to now. And, standing directly in front of Pierce, with his attention squarely on her, she couldn't do anything to hold. Not being able to press down on her crotch or cross her legs to keep a solid grip turned out to be a mistake, as it allowed her pee to overpower her for a brief moment. A small, warm spurt finally escaped her body, dripping in and dampening her underwear, thankfully out of sight. Somehow, she found the will to resist going all-in on holding herself as soon as she felt the wetness, but it was physically impossible to stop her irises in her eyes widening in response. She was grateful for the miracle of that tiny dribble being all that trickled out, even if it came with the knowledge that the rest was sure to follow if she didn't find a toilet or acceptable substitute.
However, the tension was eased by the second realization. Of course she had heard the name Lyle! Happy Home Academy, that's where Digby worked, Lyle was his boss! It wasn't all good, it meant her next trip involved the walk up to Main Street, but she couldn't care about any of those tiny negatives. After all, it gave her perfect justification to visit that strip of stores, ones that were sure to have public restrooms. She just needed to make it up there. “Okay, well, I should be on my way then,” she exclaimed, blatantly trying to leave right now.
Thankfully, Pierce didn't seem to mind. “Alright, I should get going too. I promised Yuka I'd come visit her today. Hope to see more of you in the future!” The bird waved goodbye, running out of sight, presumably towards Yuka's house, where exactly didn't matter in the slightest to Isabelle. The point was, he was gone, and she was alone. The logical next step would be making a beeline up to Main Street, either to finish her duties or, much more likely, use one of the store's bathrooms.
Instead, Isabelle doubled over, dropping her clipboard, paws buried between her legs, forcing her denim skirt into her crotch with painful force. The small wet patch on her panties wasn't enough to transfer into the outer layer, but her body seemed intent on eliminating that tiny comfort. The mere act of physically acknowledging her desperation was enough to cue another spasm from her bladder, trickling into her clothes, barely breaching the outwardly visible garment, creating a dark speck of a tiny stain, invisible to the naked eye unless one was really looking for it.
“O-oh...no! Please no!” Isabelle begged, on the verge of tears from her bladder about to burst, clutching and scraping with all she had. She steeled herself for what seemed like the impending accident, but it never came. She stayed reasonably dry, still able to hide her leaks. “W-wow...phew...” It was hard to believe, but she had avoided wetting herself for now. That was good news, it gave her...maybe a few more minutes before the floodgates erupted in her pants.
Now, there was no chance of her removing her paws. If she did, that would only hasten the golden river, to a more approximate “immediately”. Instead, unable to move her legs more than a few degrees at a time, she had to settle for hobbling very slowly north. Even that simple act couldn't be free of agony, or rather, not so much the movement itself, though the jittering and wobbling certainly wasn't doing her any favors. The problem was the path she was taking, one that required crossing one of Waifus' stone bridges over a flowing river that cut through the town. “Oooohhhhhhhh,” she moaned, tightening her grip to the point she could slightly feel her claws. She took the risk of waddling away faster, taking those extra squirts, just to avoid having to listen to the stream. “Maybe I really should have used a tree...”
It was too late to turn back now, however. She had already crossed the train tracks that separated the town and Main Street, and the strip of stores was in sight. This was actually her first time up here, despite her brother's place of employment, which meant she had no idea where to start. First off, she had a hard time identifying the businesses present, aside from the convenience store closest on the right. One of the stores on the left didn't even look open. “Now, which one has the best chance of having a toilet?” She bounced on her heels, whimpering and whining as she rubbed her thighs together, feeling that horrible well of desperation edging closer to escape.
“Ungh, I can't!” Isabelle knew she only had minutes before her accident, there just wasn't the time to meticulously ask each store's owner if they had a bathroom, that was a one-way trip to standing before them with pee streaking through her leg fur. She had to pick one and just hope for the best, whatever the safest option would be. Or, that would be the correct course of action, but her chance of even properly considering the choices before her was too much to bear. She'd be going with the easiest store to make it to, which was the convenience store right on the corner.
She stumbled over to the mat laid out in front of the door, leaning her body onto the glass sheet to push it open, a tactic that provided her no progress. Instead, the door slid to the side automatically, almost causing her to fall forward without the support. “Wah,” she cried, moving her balance further towards her tail to avoid a spill that would lead to another spill. It only barely succeeded, slowing her down even further as she limped inside.
She could no longer divert her gaze, firmly staring down as she was hunched over, the only marks she had to indicate movement were the legs of tables passing by. She was making physical progress, even if it was extremely slow, but that wouldn't mean much without one of the store's workers to help her. “Ooh, a new customer!” That was the cue, but Isabelle only saw the assumed storeowner as he approached within a foot of her, a small, large-eyed tanuki stopping by her lower paws. “I'm Tommy! If you're looking for my brother, Timmy, he works at night. What do you want to buy?”
“I...I don't need to buy anything,” Isabelle strained, choking back the tears of strife. “I just...I need to use your bathroom!”
Tommy didn't miss a beat, like this was all rehearsed. “I'm sorry ma'am, but our bathroom...”
“I'll buy something if I need to, just let me use it first!”
“My apologies, but the bathroom isn't open to the public. Store policy.”
“Please, can't you make an exception, just this once? I'm begging you!” Isabelle forced her eyes shut in the strain, now that even looking Tommy in the eyes was too much of a distraction.
“We can't. They're the rules our uncle gave us, and told us the most important thing was to follow them. He'd get mad at us if we started breaking them.”
“Please...please...” She couldn't make a case, all she could do was accept the denial, and move onto the next store down the list. Maybe, just maybe, she could make it next door, where they just might be more accommodating. She just couldn't waste even a second.
“Isabelle? What are you doing up here?” Oh no. She recognized that voice, that tone, how could she not? After all, it was only her brother.
That was the only turn of events that could have shaken her from her funk, if only for a brief moment. “Digby?!” She couldn't stand up, open her eyes, do anything to appear the tiniest bit normal. Not that it mattered, this was hardly the first time she had been so openly desperate around him.
As such, he knew just how to react in this situation. “Are you okay, Isabelle,” he called, concerned, rushing to her side. He placed one of his paws on her back and another above her stomach, though not attempting to forcefully straighten her. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
She wasn't embarrassed about her need, at least not to Digby, she would have appreciated his help. It was just too late now. She was at the end of her rope, there was just no hope left to spare. Isabelle needed to pee, and she needed to pee right now. “I...I...I can't...not anymore...” She didn't have anything more to say, but even if she did, it wouldn't have been heard over the sound that followed.
While the room watched Isabelle, waiting for what happened next, everything was silent, save for the warbly, quiet music over the store speakers. That all changed a second later, and it all started with a light hiss. The first outwardly visible change was the front of her skirt, tucked between her thighs, turn a dark shade of blue, as a gold stream began seeping between her paws' toes. While her fur was already a hue that could be considered yellow, it had nothing on the deep, saturated tone of the urine she released, making its path down her legs very obvious and eye-catching. It all pooled on the tile floor beneath her, spreading rapidly and rippling violently, the stale, pungent stench wafting up into their sensitive noses.
“Ooh...ahhhhh...” She knew she was holding it to her limit, that her bladder was filled to its brim, probably well past it, but she wasn't expecting just how good it would feel to finally let go. That cramping in her abdomen losing pressure, that warmth spreading over her crotch, heating her thighs as it relaxed her muscles, letting her large ears flop down to the sides of her head. She would have collapsed in the relief when her knees gave out, if Digby didn't still have his grip on her, keeping her steady.
Right, Digby. Him being witness wasn't the most awful thing, twins did tend to see some pretty awkward stuff happen to the other, but it served as the perfect reminder to bring her down from her high. It was bad enough that she had an accident as a full-grown dog, but doing so in front of both her brother and someone she had never met before was...awful. She was supposed to be a close aide to the mayor, yet here she was, acting like a puppy that hadn't been properly housebroken.
Well, she was acting like one, but the bladder capacity she was displaying spoke otherwise. It was splattering down loud, in a heavy volume, but it just kept coming, on and on. That was the benefit of always being too distracted in her work to use the bathroom in a reasonable time, but that was hardly a positive right now, when it meant she just wouldn't finish. A blush broke out on her muzzle, visible beneath her fur, as it really sunk in just how badly she was demeaning herself.
Just before it could cross the threshold of being unbelievable, approaching a minute, Isabelle's pee stream diminished. It didn't stop, the downpour continued for another fifteen seconds after that, just at a slower pace. And finally, it was over, leaving the room eerily quiet in its wake. With no relief left washing over her, all the secretary could focus on was the gross after-feeling. Her legs were still hot, the room lukewarm enough to not chill the urine quickly, all the wetness matting her fur together. And it still smelled. That was all she could think about, purposefully ignoring Tommy staring at her like the pathetic mess she was.
She couldn't stay in her own world forever, unfortunately, because she wasn't alone. “Hey, you're going to have to clean this up,” Tommy accused.
“I'll take care of it,” Digby quickly assured, guiding a mentally distant Isabelle out of the store. She stayed unresponsive, only hearing the mechanical sound of the automatic door whirring open as the two exited the building, all the while refusing to adjust her gaze from her soaked legs. At least out here, it was just the two of them. “Are you alright, Isabelle?”
Several seconds passed with no sound besides heavy breathing and the light wind, chilling her drenched fur, her legs shivering in the cold. Digby waited patiently for a response, until Isabelle finally replied. “Was it...was it bad?”
“Yeah, pretty bad. I guess it's no surprise that you waited to the last minute to use the bathroom,” Digby chuckled. “Are you going to be okay until you get off work?”
“I'll be fine. I can at least use my vest to hide it.” She slipped her green vest off, tying it around her waist, leaving nothing on her top but a white shirt. She looked uncharacteristically stark. “You didn't have to do that much for me. It's my mess, I'll clean it up.”
Digby waved his paw dismissively. “I'll do it. If I take longer at the store, that's longer I don't have to be at work. Not all of us can have such engaging work as you.”
“Oh, my job's nothing special. Just a little embarrassing to use the bathroom there when I was sent out...” Her voice trailed off as she remembered what she was doing prior to her toilet hunt. “That's right! I was sent to talk to Lyle to ask about where we can place a fire hydrant in the town.”
“I don't know how much help he'll be, but that at least sounds close enough to our department. If you're going to hang around up on Main Street, then, do you mind helping me out with the cleanup? I know I offered, but I'm not really looking forward to it.”
“Of course! I can't keep hoisting this cleanup job on you forever.”
“Well, you were always too upset to do it yourself when you were younger. See, you've grown up plenty.”
“But I'm not going to be satisfied until I'm done with accidents entirely, like someone my age should be!”
“Hey, don't feel bad about it. It can happen to anyone.”
“I suppose. But not everyone has a brother to help them out of a tight situation like this.”
“Of course. You'd do the same for me, I'm sure.” Digby gestured back to the store, allowing his sister to go first, so they could erase the evidence of her shame. Until just before they crossed the threshold where the door would open, when he stopped her with another question. “Actually, I've got something I'm curious about. You said you were looking to install a fire hydrant, right? Let's say it was already there. Would you have used it?”
Isabelle had to think that question over. The idea of a fire hydrant was incredibly tempting to her, for whatever reason. “I don't think so. I'm just not cut out to do my business where anyone could see me. I would have used a tree if that was the case.” She didn't quite feel comfortable sharing how close to that line she was, however.
“Yeah, I'd need to be ready to burst before I tried something in plain view like that.”
“Hope for your own sake that you never reach that point. It's uncomfortable, in all sorts of ways,” Isabelle warned, as if it needed to be said, before laughing it off. Digby smiled, seeing that his sister wasn't really affected by the incident. After all, the two had each other's backs, this wasn't the biggest deal with that net of comfort. Isabelle was an adult, she could move past this. Though, she was starting to figure training herself to be a little more bold wouldn't hurt. Probably better to answer nature's call somewhere a bit inappropriate than go through that ordeal again, if it was unavoidable. What else could a little dog do? |
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Chapter 3
I had only five minutes until my interview. I had just had an embarrassing accident in my car and I didn't know what else to do, so I called my girlfriend Jade. So many times throughout our relationship she had been the voice of reason when I was freaking out and I hoped she would have some magical solution for this impossible predicament.
"Hi babe," she answered almost immediately. "What's up? Isn't your interview in a few minutes?" she asked. I choked up with tears in my eyes not sure how to tell her.
"Um... Yeah I'm supposed to go in soon. But uh... I kind of had... an accident," I told her as calmly as I could in between sobs. "Oh my god! Are you okay babe? Did you call an ambulance?" I didn't know how to tell her. I was afraid that she would be too embarrassed to be with me anymore.
"No, I'm okay. It's not that kind of accident..." I told her, hoping she'd fill in the blanks. "I don't know what you mean," she responded confused. "It wasn't a car accident," I said l, trying one more time. "Be clear. I don't understand," she said, still perplexed. "Do I really have to spell it out?" I asked angrily. "Well, i drank a lot of coffee this morning and there was a lot of traffic and I had to pee really badly and when I parked... I sort of... went in my pants. I couldn't help it! I didn't expect to piss myself today but it's my own fault and I don't have a change of clothes and I don't know what to do," I explained as my heart raced a mile a minute. ''Oh," she finally responded. She thought for a minute before expanding. "I have an idea! You call them and tell them you had an accident but don't say what kind. They'll think it was a car accident and probably be understanding. I'll race over there with a clean pair of panties and dry pants. Don't worry babe, hang in there!"
Jade was a quick thinker in tough spots as always. I dialed them and told them about my accident and as she suspected, they were sympathetic and told me that as long as I was okay, they'd take me whenever I got there. I have to say, I didn't expect it to work, but I was glad it did. Everything might still be okay, minus my pee-soaked clothes and the strong scent of coffee-tinged urine that permeated my car and my nostrils. I had nothing to do but sit in my pissed pants until jade arrived with a clean set.
30 minutes later
As I sat in my car pondering my situation, I suddenly felt an urge to poop, as coffee often instills in me. I brushed it off when I saw Jade's car arrive in the parking lot. She spotted me and pulled up next to me.
"Hi babe! I'm sorry you've had a rough day but I brought you some new clothes and I know you'll look sharp and kill the interview," she told me as cheery as ever. Overcome with emotion from my taxing start to the day, I could barely muster up the words to thank her.
"You're the best. You probably think I'm such a loser for this," I said as she handed me the bag of clothes. "Don't worry about it! It happens to everyone, including me. You can still make something of today, and I'll be the only one that knows," she said with a cheeky smile. I wanted to ask her about accidents she had but it would have to wait. I slipped on the pair of purple bikini style panties she brought and pulled the grey pants on over them along with a clean pair of socks and dress shoes. It wasn't exactly perfectly matching but it looked professional enough. I thanked her again before she drove away and just hoped they wouldn't smell the pee on me.
It was time to go in, so I headed into the building across the street and told the receptionist I had arrived. I sat in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity until they called my name.
"Alexa Chen?" a pretty young woman called out. I stood up, almost too quickly, and shook her hand eagerly. My heart continued to beat rapidly as I felt my need to poop suddenly increase. I tried to push it out of my mind but my desperation was increasing rapidly.
"Go down the hall to the right, Ms. Brown will see you shortly," she told me as I stood gingerly, trying to prevent another accident. I must have looked so stupid. I tried to calm myself and walked past her smiling until I reached the room she showed me and nervously took a seat. The door opened just a moment later.
"Hi! You must be Alexa. Nice to meet you. I'm Angela Brown, I'll be conducting this interview," said the young woman who'd entered the small room. "I'm sorry to hear about your accident. I hope you're okay," she said sympathetically.
"I'm okay, thanks," I responded, awkwardly shaking her hand. She then launched into a series of basic interview questions and I did my best to answer while trying desperately not to shit my pants.
"Relax! Don't be so nervous. This is just a formality. You seem well put together and professional, so don't worry too much," she said trying to calm my obvious nerves. I looked at her in the eyes while clenching my ass cheeks together as I felt a strong urge to poop again. My face went red, hoping she was oblivious to my straining. "Why did you leave your last job?" she asked me. I snapped back to reality and tried to answer.
"Oh, you know. I just needed a change of scenery. You can call my references there if you like," I managed in between clenches.
"I already have, actually. They had nothing but nice things to say," she informed me. I forced a smile as my need seemingly tripled. Luckily, it seemed as though the interview was coming to a close as she gave me further details on the job. I was sweating profusely and tightly clenching my fists, as I anticipated my salvation. However, I knew I would mess my pants right here and now if she didn't hurry up.
"Did you have any questions for me?" she chirped enthusiastically, while I looked like a ghost. Had the situation been different, I would have thought of a clever question to ask her but my mind went blank.
"Um... I think you answered everything," was all I could muster. She stared blankly at me.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I must have looked like a ghost. I let out a small fart. It was crunch time, if I didn't get to a toilet now, I was definitely going to soil my pants right here. I hoped she didn't hear me letting out a bit of gas.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a rough day... with the accident and all," I said, blushing again. She looked at me and giggled but didn't say anything.
"I'm just glad you're alright. I'll let you go home and get some rest. We will be in touch," she said with her hand extended. I slowly stood up, continuing to hold in my poop. As I stood up, I stumbled forward a bit and nearly lost my balance, at which she giggled again before quickly covering her mouth and apologizing. Suddenly I felt my poop surge toward the opening and I knew there was no stopping it now. I was so close but at the last moment before leaving, my stomach began to rumble uncontrollably as I winced and I think she started to figure out what was happening. I couldn't hold back the rush any more as my tired sphincter gave in and I silently groaned as a mass of solid poop filled my panties. An audible crackling sound could be heard as I unmistakably pooped my pants in front of my potential employer. I shut my eyes as I continued to mess myself. I could feel a sticky bulge forming in the seat of my pants. An awkward silence then filled the room when my shameful accident finally concluded.
"I don't even know what to say," Angela said, avoiding eye contact. "I've never had someone poop their pants during an interview," she said, completely stunned.
"I'm so sorry. I really had to go and I didn't want to be more late than I already was. This has never happened to me. I know I probably didn't get the job, but please give me a chance. I won't let you down!" I pleaded, with the horrible mess still sitting in my underwear.
"Despite your situation and everything that's happened to you today, you gave a good interview. That's what I'm going to consider when picking a candidate. Accidents happen. We will definitely be in touch," she replied. I was surprised. "And don't worry, this stays between you and I. The restroom is down the hall and to the left if you need to clean up, which I'm sure you do. I'll let you get out of here."
I thanked her and carefully walked to the bathroom hoping no one would be able to tell I had completely shit my pants. I did my best to empty out the contents of my underwear in the toiled and clean myself up. Thankfully, none of my accident touched my pants. I threw my panties in the trash and left as quickly as I could and drove home. I was beyond embarrassed but couldn't help but think that somehow I still had a chance. |
Chapter 4
I had just suffered the most embarrassing few hours of my life and there was no avoiding what had happened. I had peed and pooped in my pants on the day of an important interview. Of course the messier of the two accidents happened right as I finished my interview in front of my potential boss. She saw (and smelled) the whole thing. How could I ever live down this shameful day? I wasn't sure that I could but at least she told me I gave a good interview despite the circumstances. That had to be worth something, right?
After leaving the interview, I hopped in my car and got ready to leave the scene of the accident. As I sat in my surprisingly clean pants, sans my soiled underwear, I contemplated how I was going to face Jade. I'm sure she would be sympathetic based on how helpful she was after peeing my pants before going in, but I was still too embarrassed to face her and tell her that I crapped my pants not long after she brought me clean clothes. I debated hiding it from her but she had a way of finding out the truth.
I continued to contemplate these things in my emotional state as I sped along the interstate, happily leaving the complex in my rearview mirror for the time being. I pulled into our driveway and took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. I finally stood up, ready to enter. Or at least as ready as I could be. I pulled on the handle and entered to find Jade sitting on the couch watching TV in just a tanktop and green panties. She smiled at me as soon as I entered despite the fact that I looked a complete mess.
"Alexa! How'd it go?"
I tried to look at her without bursting into tears, but I was unsuccessful.
"Aww, it's okay! Accidents can happen to anyone. But more importantly, how did the interview go?"
I wanted to tell her but I was unsure what to say. She came up to me and wrapped me in a hug, which I tried and failed to avoid. I choked up and tried to speak but decided to stay silent until I could control myself. She looked in my eyes and subtlety wrinkled her nose.
"I'm sure you'd like to shower. Don't worry, I'll get it going for you," she said sincerely. It seemed she was onto me. She broke the embrace and left to run the shower for me. I decided I would try to hide my dirty pants while she was in the bathroom. I ran into my room and shoved them under the bed. I considered burning them later to dispose of the evidence.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself as I prepared for what I hoped would be a therapeutic and long shower. I just wanted to relax and clear my mind. Jade stood in the doorway of the bathroom as I entered. I wanted to avoid her. She seemed like she wanted to say something.
"I'll just get in now," I said, trying to bypass whatever was on her mind.
"Okay. You can tell me how it went later. I know you're upset but I'm sure you crushed it," she beamed. I still couldn't tell if she knew I was hiding something. I felt terrible in every sense of the word, but I didn't want to deal with any of it now. I awkwardly slid by her and closed the door behind me and sighed. I let my towel whisper to the floor and stepped into the shower. I let the hot water wash over my unclean body and did my best to empty my mind. I enjoyed the feeling of it caressing every inch of me and wished it would never end.
What felt like a 15 minute shower quickly turned into a nearly hour long affair. I hadn't realized how long I'd been in for and didn't care until a knock on the door brought me back to reality.
"Babe, you've been in there for almost an hour. Why don't you come out now?" Jade shouted through the closed door.
"Just a few more minutes, I really needed this," I pleaded like a kid late for school.
"I know today was rough, so I made you some hot tea. It'll be here when you're ready," she said. She was truly the best. Better than I deserved. I finally shut the water off and stepped out. I dried off and came back into the living room in my lounge clothes. I took a seat at the table where Jade had left my tea.
"So how did it go?" she asked me.
I paused and took a deep breath before answering. "It went pretty well, I think." She looked at me like she was waiting for me to say more. I knew I had to admit my accident but I continued to avoid it.
"You know you can tell me anything," she said in a supportive but slightly irritated manner.
"What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb. I could tell the wasn't buying it.
"Do I have to force it out of you? It seems like you're leaving something out."
"Well..." I began. "The interview was going okay. The coffee..." I stammered, unsure how to continue. "Well, the coffee kind of... upset my... stomach. Everything was going fine but it dragged on and..." I blurted out between sobs. "I couldn't hold it anymore and I pooped in my pants right in front of the interviewer, okay? Are you happy now??" I yelled. I didn't mean to lash out but all my emotions came to a boil and I simply couldn't hold them back. Much like my bodily fluids.
An awkward silence filled the room as I avoided eye contact after my outburst. I finally met her gaze after the dust settled.
"I'm sorry. I know you didn't want to talk about it and I feel bad for bringing you to this point, but I could tell you wanted to tell me. When you went in the shower, I went to the bedroom and I could smell something off and I found your pants with a little stain on them. I just wanted you to be able to tell me. You know I wouldn't judge you. I mentioned before that I've had my share of accidents too, so I'd be the last person to judge," Jade said sternly after the long pause. "I will tell you about them if you'd like."
"I'd like that," I told her.
"Where to start?" she said to herself as she searched her brain. "Well, one of the worst I can remember was my freshman year of high school. I was wearing bright red skinny jeans on the day of a prentation that I had prepared endlessly for. I'd been nervously chugging water all day and hadn't even noticed how badly I needed to pee. I wanted to leave and use the bathroom but by the time I decided to, it was my turn to present. I went in front of the class and started to draw a blank on everything I'd studied because I needed to pee so bad. My brain and mouth seemed to shut off at the same time and I could hardly face the crowd when all of a sudden I felt a tricky of warmth dampen my panties. I crossed my legs and tried to stop it, but before I knew it, I was peeing full force into my bright red pants as the whole class watched. I felt my whole crotch grow warm as my pants darkened and pee flowed endlessly down my legs. My face went bright red and the whole class sat there stunned," she mused, almost as if it was a fond memory. "I ran to the bathroom and sat there for a while until someone finally came to get me. I just went home after that and had to tell my mom I wet my pants over the phone. She wasn't too happy," she laughed. Her laughter had always been infectious.
She looked up again, as if in serious thought. I hadn't expected more but it seemed she wasn't done.
"I've pooped my pants a few times in public too," she told me. "I'll never forget the time it happened during a track meet during my junior year. I was running a relay race in tight running pants and I hadn't had the chance to use the bathroom during the long meet. The lines were way too long and I didn't think it was that bad. It just came out of nowhere while I was running and what I thought was just a fart very quickly turned into a very noticeable load in my pants. I'm serious," she snorted with laughter, "there was a huge bulge in my pants, and everyone could see. I wanted to die. I just kind of waddled off to the bathroom hoping no one would notice but of course there was still a line. I found my bag and tried to change but everyone already knew I had shit my pants anyway. I have plenty more where that came from if you're interested," she said with a grin. I had to admit, I was kind of interested. |
Chapter 5
After my conversation with Jade in which she told me of two very public and embarrassing accidents she had suffered in the past, I felt encouraged and began to feel like a closer bond was being established between us. I had never imagined beyond my wildest dreams that we would truly become close over stories in which the two of us had soiled our pants. Go figure.
After the events of this long day finally drew to a close, I was somehow able to find some peace and get some rest. I unbelievably was able to fall asleep fairly quickly despite all of the stress I'd undergone a mere four hours earlier. Unfortunately, once I did fall asleep, the subject of pee was not far from my mind and succeeded in drifting into my dreams.
All of a sudden, I find myself in handcuffs in the back of a police car with no earthly idea how I wound up there. I've never had a history of sleepwalking but the last thing I can remember is falling asleep in my bed, so that's the only explanation I can come up with. To make matters worse, I am absolutely bursting to pee.
"Excuse me, officer. Why the hell am I here?" I demand of the faceless person driving the squad car.
"I think you should ask yourself that question, but if you insist, I'll say that you were drunk and disorderly to put it kindly," she retorted.
"Well, I doubt that, but can you please pull over? I really need to pee!" I plead with the female officer whose voice sounds strangely familiar.
"Not going to happen. That's why I arrested you in the first place. You were outside a bar with your jeans and panties around your ankles about to urinate in public. I'd make sure you haven't gone in your pants already, or you'll be paying for my upholstery," she shot back almost immediately. I immediately felt a slight damp sensation in the seat of my panties and cursed under my breath upon discovering it.
"Please pull over! I'm already a little wet back here and I don't want to have an accident!" I tried again.
"You want to add another count of public indecency? I don't think so. You'll have to hold it, or piss in your pants like a like a little girl and suffer the consequences. Just let go in your pants like the immature kid you clearly are," she responded, likely with a smirk.
I didn't want to but could already feel my crotch growing unmistakably warm as I leaked in my pants again. I was so close to wetting myself yet again in a situation that was somehow worse than the one I'd found myself in not long before. I debated my options and I knew what I had to do.
"Good idea, I'm just going to pee my pants. Better than holding it! You can't do anything to me," I decided confidently as I prepared to cede control of my bladder and let nature take its course in my unwilling panties and jeans that remained the last barrier to my salvation. I held my breath and just let my warm urine flow down my legs, as my jeans darkened. I let out an audible sigh as I did so, completely at peace with my decision to piss my pants voluntarily despite years of training not to do so.
"Babe! Wake up!" I hear as I'm suddenly jolted awake from my deep slumber by a startled Jade. Oh. I must have been dreaming. That makes sense. "You had an accident," she informs me, as kindly as possible.
"Huh?" I stammer in a state of confusion. "You wet the bed," she tells me again. Still piecing together what's going on in my half awake state, I rub the crotch of my blue silk pajama pants to confirm that they are indeed soaked with my now cold urine. I can feel my saturated panties clinging to my every fold. There was hardly a dry spot on the sheets either. As it turns out, when I voluntarily wet my pants in my dream, I involuntarily soaked my sheets and panties in my bed while asleep. I let out a deeply embarrassed sigh while Jade did her best to comfort me.
"It's okay, Alexa. I wet the bed well into my teens. Hell, I still do it now every once in a while. It's just an accident, no big deal. I'll clean up for you," she says, wrapping me in a hug. "I have an idea," she says with a devilish grin. "I kind of have to pee too. Would it make you feel any better if I go in my pants right here too? That way, you're not alone."
"I don't know..." I trail off as I consider it. Before I can make up my mind, I hear Jade sigh in relief as she empties her bladder into her own pants right next to me. She seemed almost too happy to do it.
"Too late! I already wet my pants." She really is something else. I watch with an intrigued look on my face as she lets go control and just wets herself like it's no big deal. "Feels kind of good, doesn't it? We have to wash the sheets anyway, so don't even worry about it. Just hop in the shower and I'll join you in a minute my love!" she says in a surprisingly cheery tone. I peel off my now clammy urine-soaked pants along with my underwear and hand them to her while blushing madly. She doesn't seem to mind as she scampers off to the laundry room with her own pee stain clearly visible on her pants. Time to clean up.
Edited April 12, 2018 by tuffstough
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Here's the sixth chapter! This one contains some minor sexual content but nothing explicit or too graphic and some messing at the end.
Chapter 6
After suffering the most embarrassing few days of my life and bonding with my wonderfully supportive girlfriend Jade over our unexpectedly parallel life experiences, I was experiencing a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On top of the emotional aspect, I couldn’t help but wonder if the accidents I had suffered over the past few days were more than merely coincidental. All I could do was hope to make it through this day dry and watch my liquid intake in hopes that these accidents were just isolated incidents. It was perplexing, as aside from early childhood and the two random and easily explainable accidents I’d has as an adult, I had never had trouble making it to the bathroom like this. It was certainly something I’d have to monitor.
“Good morning!” Jade beamed, looking as cute as ever in her usual sleep attire consisting of a simple tank top and panties with a cup of coffee in hand. I didn’t understand how she could be so cheery when I had interrupted her slumber by soaking our bed with my urine just hours earlier. Just about anyone else would have had a more dour expression given the circumstances, but not Jade. Somehow she was as bright and cheery as ever. “Feeling better?” she asked, still smiling.
“Yeah, I guess,” I shrugged in response. She planted a kiss on me as I tried to avoid the subject. I couldn’t help but smile. “I’m just embarrassed about all these accidents I’ve been having. It just seems like they came out of nowhere and all of a sudden I have no control over my bodily functions. I just hope it doesn’t become a regular thing,” I confessed to her. “I barely ever wet the bed as a kid and now I wake up soaked. I just don’t understand why this is happening now.”
Jade studied me for a moment. “I know, it’s kind of freaky and embarrassing but I think you’ll be fine. If you have any more accidents, maybe you should go see a doctor,” she suggested. I sighed as she pulled me into another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. “Why don’t you relax and take your mind off it?” she whispered seductively as she touched me through my panties. I could feel myself getting incredibly turned on as she gently massaged my clit through my underwear which she knew drove me wild. I moaned in ecstasy as we slipped off to the bedroom. I threw her onto the bed while she looked at me wildly with defiance. I joined her and slowly started to bite her playfully all over as she dug her nails into my back.
“Babe, I wanna try something new,” she said as we continued to make out passionately and massage each other’s bodies. She opened up the drawer on the nightstand on her side of the bed and produced a pair of handcuffs and some rope. “Handcuff me behind my back and tie me up as best as you can so I can’t use my hands. I want to be at your mercy,” she begged as she slipped on a sexy pair of tight pink shorts that she knew drove me wild. I chuckled at the thought of it. “You’re such a cliché,” I said, nudging her playfully. I then spent the next fifteen minutes trying to tie her up just right. A bondage expert, I was not.
“Finally,” Jade said. “You can’t let me out for any reason. Just tease me, babe,” she begged again. Having her tied up and helpless turned me on endlessly. She writhed around in just her bra and shorts moaning desperately for satisfaction but I wasn’t going to give in that easily. I slowly nibbled and ran my tongue along her legs until I made contact with her shorts which I pulled down slightly to reveal her panties which were soaked with desire. I tickled her sensually until she groaned. I gently massaged her clit and brought her to the edge of climaxing, but she would have to wait. “I have other things to attend to. The house isn’t gonna clean itself. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit, so don’t go anywhere,” I said cheekily. I could tell she was feeling a mix of agony and ecstasy and that she was reveling in every moment of it. I watched her struggle in her tight bonds for a few moments before winking at her and leaving the room with the door open.
I attended to the dirty dishes that had piled up in the sink over the last few nights. As I let the water run, I couldn’t help but notice that my bladder had begun to make its presence known. A very sudden and strong urge to pee caught me by surprise as I briefly leaked a small spurt of urine in my previously dry panties. “Fuck, not again,” I muttered to myself. I crossed my legs in desperation as I tried to focus on the task at hand instead of the growing ocean of pee in my suddenly full bladder. I tried to finish the dishes in a rush before I pissed my pants again. I leaked again into my slightly damp panties before deciding I needed to head to the bathroom to avoid another accident.
I ran through the door to see a horny Jade still struggling and moaning. I then remembered how much coffee she drank earlier this morning and figured she had to pee as well. Briefly forgetting my own needs, I knelt next to her and kissed her passionately. “You must be dying to get off,” I whispered.
“You know I am,” she snapped back, biting my lip. I grabbed her by the wrists and climbed on the bed to mount her. As I did so, I heard her gasp. “Babe, please don’t sit on me,” she pleaded.
“Why not?”
“Ummm… I kind of have to pee. Really badly,” she answered.
“Well, you should have thought about that before you had me tie you up. If you have an accident you’re going to pay,” I said as I continued to sit on her. I was too driven by my own need for pleasure to pay attention to my bladder before another sudden spurt into my panties reminded me of my need.
“You need to pee too, I can tell,” she said slyly. “Or did you already go in your pants?” she asked gesturing at my crotch, which to my horror, featured a significant wet spot. “Looks like you have to go worse than I do, check my panties if you want,” Jade boasted. I lowered her shorts, and to my surprise, there was no evidence of even a slight accident on her underwear.
“Well, your little dry spell won’t last long,” I said as I pressed on her bladder which elicited a very desperate groan. As I suspected, it had caused her to pee in her shorts a bit. She had leaked just enough to cause a visible pee stain on her own pants.
“I have an idea,” Jade said with an imaginative grin on her face. “Why don’t we see who can hold their pee the longest? If you somehow don’t pee in your pants before I do, you can use the toilet. If I win, I guess I’m still at your mercy since I’m still tied up. I hope you’ll do the right thing and let me pee and then get me off afterwards, but it’s up to you. And since I can’t use my hands, you can’t either.” She clearly wasn’t much of a negotiator, but given her position, it really wasn’t up to her.
“Deal,” I responded after pretending to muse on it for a few seconds. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but I hoped she was as desperate as I was. I watched her continue to struggle and couldn’t deny how much it turned me on. Holding back my pent up pee was an exceedingly difficult task, especially with a soaked pair of panties and reasonably wet leggings reminding me that I wasn’t far from completely emptying my bladder into my clothes, which was a feeling I had unfortunately become accustomed to over the past few days.
“You can’t win. Wouldn’t it feel much better to just let go and wet your pants? Your warm urine will feel so good when you relax your bladder and let it flow and soak your legs. You know it would you'd feel a lot better if you just relieved yourself in your pants,” she taunted me.
“No fair! I’m going to lose it if you keep that up,” I whined back at her as I leaked once again.
“I never said we couldn’t use our words,” Jade winked at me. She had me there.
“Two can play at that game. When I was washing the dishes, the warm, wet water from the sink running over my hands only increased my need to pee. I bet you would have wet yourself if you were in my position. You wouldn’t have been able to handle the sensation of the water splashing in the sink. I bet you would have given up and just let your pee flow through your pants and run down your legs into a big, wet, yellow puddle at your feet. You poor thing,” I teased her back, drawing out every pee reference as long as I could. It seemed to work, as she squirmed even more desperately than before.
“Ugh, you bitch. I’m going to wet the bed if you keep that up,” she retorted. I watched her writhe as I tried to contain the ocean’s worth of urine. “I’m desperate, but you’ve already nearly lost. Look how much you’ve peed,” she gestured at my soaked pants. My pee had snaked down my left leg just above my knee but I was still holding on. I continued to wriggle around as I regained some semblance of control despite my pee-soaked panties being a lost cause at this point. As I looked back at Jade again, I noticed her own pants were a bit more wet than they were when I pressed on her bladder. The sheets were a little wet now too.
“Looks like you’re not far behind me. Give it up, you’re going to pee your pants, I can tell. Come on, the bed is wet. You’re done!” I taunted, while I spurted yet again in my pants. I felt my butt grow warm as I tried to cut off the flow before I completely pissed my pants. I tried to squeeze my pee hole shut and was able to do so briefly before a steady stream of urine flowed out of me, soaking my panties and my leggings as it ran down my legs and culminated in an expanding puddle at my feet.
“So much for that,” Jade teased as she watched in awe as I continued to empty my strained bladder into my pants as I hung my head. I couldn’t believe I had wet my pants again, although I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. “Looks like someone had a little accident,” Jade said, still staring at me as I somehow continued to urinate in my pants. “There! I win, now please let me go before I pee the bed, please. You don’t want to clean the sheets do you?”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” I said. “Cleaning the sheets is a small price to pay. I don’t think you have much longer before you have an accident of your own anyway.” I watched with glee as Jade continued to suffer. She tried to hold back her pee for as long as she could but I could tell she was about to burst. She leaked in her shorts again and fervently tried to hang on. She clenched her teeth and curled her toes but it was all too much. She let out a defeated sigh as a pool of urine formed under her butt and soaked her pants as well as the bed as she let go control of her bladder.
“I guess we’re even now,” she finally said after she stopped peeing full force into her pants. I heard her stomach gurgle as she let out a fart and giggled. “Now please let me out before I poop my pants too!” she pleaded with me. I agreed and began untying the rope but quickly realized that I had tied them a little too tight. “I’m serious! That coffee went right through me and I really need to poop.” I continued to do my best to untie it but it wasn’t coming undone.
“I’ll get some scissors. I know there’s some in here somewhere,” I said as I started to rummage through the clutter in the room. I looked over at her and knew she would soil her pants if I didn’t hurry up.
“Please hurry. I’m like two seconds away from messing my pants, I’m serious,” she begged again. “This is hopeless, I can’t hold it anymore,” she said almost crying. I went back to the rope and tried frantically to untie it but it was no use. I heard an all-too-familiar crackling noise as she could no longer hold her poop in. She groaned as a stench filled the room as poop filled her panties and shorts for what felt like an eternity. I felt horrible, even though I truly didn’t mean to make her mess her pants. I glanced over at her and saw the picture of embarrassment, as for the first time, Jade had pooped in her pants in front of me. “I can’t believe you made me shit myself. I feel disgusting. Please hurry up and get me out of this mess,” she demanded.
“I’m so sorry babe, honestly. I didn’t know you needed to poop until you mentioned it. I’ll go get some scissors from the kitchen,” I said. I rummaged through the kitchen drawers and finally found a pair.
“I really didn’t plan on crapping my pants but, to be honest, I sort of planned this whole thing so I could have an accident in front of you. Just not to this extent. I didn’t know how to say it outright, but it kind of turns me on and if I’m right, I think you enjoyed holding it with me and peeing your pants,” Jade said in a cute and shy manner.
“This whole thing has brought me more embarrassment than I need, but in this setting, I sort of enjoyed it too. When you told me about the accidents you had in the past, it made me feel funny. I was intrigued and I wanted to know more. I just hope I’m not becoming incontinent or something, because the urge to pee just sort of came out of nowhere again and suddenly I was practically pissing my pants before I could stop it,” I said. I finally cut her out of her bonds and unlocked the handcuffs. When she stood up, I couldn’t help but stare at the load in her now significantly brown-stained shorts. I started the shower and beckoned her to come in the bathroom. She waddled towards me and unbuttoned my own soiled pants and peeled them along with my panties off my glistening legs. I then followed suit and slowly pulled down her poop-filled shorts carefully, so as not to get any on her.
“I think we have some unfinished business,” Jade said, pulling me into a kiss as we stepped into the shower. I had no idea where our relationship was going, but I had to admit that I liked it.
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Chapter 3
Amanda's bare clear legs were crossed tight at the front of the line. She could not stop bouncing. Sometimes crouching down till her butt hit her feet just to deal with the he pulses. Her hands over her face as she could not emotionally deal with this issue that was now physically painful. She knocked and yelled, "Come on! It's been like 25 minutes! Please, there's a freaking line out here."
Chris was crouched down with his back against the wall pulling on his handsome hair. His eyes shut from the pain and impending humiliation of wet pants. "I can't." He whispered to himself.
Meanwhile everyone else in line squirmed for their lives as they felt they might start any second. Darla on the other hand had her legs crossed and back bent over which stretched her light tan pants tighter over her butt. Digging into her bloated bladder. She wanted to cry. Hell a couple tears already came out. "Oooooohhh!" she moaned. Her belly feeling like it would pop from her bladder. "I'm gonna pee my pants!" She turned red, blushed at the cheeks. This was all humiliating enough. She did not need to have an accident on top of it.
Inside the bathroom Jess remained with her foot stuck in the toilet. She could barely pull anymore as her bladder only ached from being so full. Between her drinks earlier, the dancing which helped push it through her body, and now the dripping faucet and feeling of toilet water, she was ready to blow any second. She unzipped her jeans and stuck her fingers inside of her to plug up. Grind her teeth, sweated in terror, squirmed in agony. The leg of the foot in the toilet was numb and felt like little needles in it. The other one which pushed against it to hold in her pee, and keep her standing up, that leg was bound to give out as well. Her legs were tired, and becoming like jello. She heard Amanda knock ten times fast and hard. Jess said, "JUST WAIT ONE MINUTE!" She heard everyone's moans outside the door as she could only imagine their desperation was worse than hers.
Paul was now holding his crotch tight with both hands. Legs tight together, ankles crossed as he bounced and shook. He felt like his bladder increased in size every half minute. It was painful now. Like holding in a rock. He ran up to the front of the line, wrestled with the door handle, then knocked with fury. "Come on! It's been half and hour. We're dying out here."
Erin and Emma watched as they had their arms crossed around their torso's and legs crossed in their pretty, short dresses as well. "Oh my GOD!" Emma said in a roughed-up voice. "Come on Erin, you were my ride here. Let's just go to your house, pee, and come back. I'm not going to make it much longer."
Erin blushed and bounced. She moaned, "Oh, but if we go downstairs all the guys will see us squirming like little, helpless girls. It's embarrassing."
Emma was shocked. Her eyes wide, lips trembled as she felt rage. "Are you fucking kidding me? More embarrassing than pissing your panties in front of all these people?" She bounced around in a circle with her eyes closed, trying to contain herself. She had not been waiting longer than Erin, but seemed worse off. It was not like Emma to hold in her pee this long.
"Are you ok?" Erin asked her friend.
Emma whispered. "It's just...mmmmmm...I have to go the other way as well." She then rubbed her belly. Emma had to pee AND poop.
"You couldn't do that one before you came here? You don't do that at a party."
"Whoever is in the bathroom now clearly is! Besides, I think it was the steak bites they put out. They took them out of the oven and wanted me to taste test. I saw it was all bloody so they put them back in to cook. Raw meat always caused me issues. My stomach feels like it's on fire."
"For the love of-." Erin stopped herself, locking her knees together as she felt a couple drops almost escape, but she caught them at the last minute. She sweat so much she had to wipe her head every few seconds. Things were VERY serious now.
They saw Paul back off against the door, still holding his crotch. He bit his lip as the pressure became explosive. "Ah fuck this!" With that, he went downstairs. "I'm going in the bush. Forget this crap." As he reached the end of the stairs down, he walked through the crowd of people. His legs crossed on the upper half, trying to hold himself without getting noticed. But the crowd danced and bounced around. Paul kept getting hit from left, right, all around. Each hit making his bladder pulses each become like electricity. He froze as a couple spurts stained his boxers underwear. His eyes teared and body shook from the anxiety. There was not much time left. This could NOT happen here.
He made it out the front door, ran to the back of the house but started to get another spurt, then another, each popped out one after the other. It was now or never. Still on the side of the house, Paul pulled down his shorts and boxers down, and let out a long, hard, hot piss. "Oooooooh..." he said in relief. The stream hit the side of the house and he smiled and closed his eyes, still pissing, very relaxed.
Then, lights shined on him. He turned around shocked, his crotch aimed at the police officers with their flashlights.
"Hands behind you back, now!" the officer said. Paul, with his shorts still down around his ankles, legs shaking, could not believe this. The officer handcuffed him, and pulled him away. "We got a call about noise complaints, but what you're doing is a sexual offense."
"Wait, officer please," Paul said, so very worried. Paul was pushed towards their cruiser, and everyone saw through the windows Paul's naked, shiny ass. They laughed so hard it could be heard through the glass windows. Some came outside to take pictures. As Paul's heart raced from the humiliation, and likely court date, he watched the officer tell everyone to go back inside as his partner through Paul in the cruiser (pulling his shorts up first). But it was too late. The damage was done. His reputation was over.
Meanwhile inside, everyone in line was bouncing around more than ever. Chris wrapped his arms around himself bouncing up and down till his ass touched his back ankles and then back up. Amanda cried tears that flooded her cheeks and turned them red. She felt her pee pushing out through her weakened crotch muscles. There was not much time left for these two who had been waiting the longest.
Emma's belly made a huge growl that made her freeze, eyes widened in terror, as everyone turned to her and made her blush. Her ass cheeks squeezed tight, sweat on her forehead, and the butterflies and nerves did not help the burning, huge pulses of pressure that were overcoming her. Would she really shit her panties in front of everyone? The fear drove her nuts.
Until next time....
Edited April 10, 2018 by Rick Dixon
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This is my first piece of omo writing, I hope classic whovians can enjoy! Inform me of any mistakes or improvements you might have noticed, and if you liked it and want to see more, let me know!
Adorned in a fresh new pair of bright blue skin-tight jeans and a low-cut white cotton top, purchased in a vintage clothing shop on New Earth (in New New York, of course) emerging from the endless stream of corridors into the main console room, came a particularly bright and jovial Peri.
"Ah, Peri!" the Doctor cheerfully exclaimed, eyes fixed on the controls as he danced around the console tapping buttons and flicking certain switches, only to occasionally rectify his mistakes with a bit of uncertainty.
"Good morning Doctor, what are we doing today?" said Peri curiously, in her soft but familiar American accent. Her eyes were wide as she focused on the blonde curls laid upon the Doctors head, faintly reminiscing on her time with the Doctor, both versions, still wondering how this could be the same man she initially traveled with before that traumatic change. It didn't matter much, she'd taught the "new" version of the Doctor to stop being so stubborn and arrogant, and likewise he had taught her to be a bit more ruthless in encounters with the various villainous monsters she faced.
"Really? Morning already? Perhaps I should take a break, I've got a busy day ahead of me."
"Don't you mean we have a busy day?" Peri corrected him, smiling at his forgetfulness.
"Oh no not you, you're stay here in the Tardis, where it's safe. I've got some galactic business to attend to, much too dangerous for the likes of your human kind." He punched in the coordinates and had already set the dematerialisation in motion. The familiar groan of the Tardis always delighted and tingled Peri's curiosity.
To his surprise, Peri agreed with him, stating she would enjoy some time alone to have a break. This caused the Doctor to look up at Peri, finally noticing her, and her bust to which he perhaps stared a little too long for her to not notice.
She had done this on purpose, to see whether or not the alien man was interested. Of course she was not interested in him, and she guessed that he was not interested in her either, well apart from her figure, which she had made extra bouncy and noticeable. Her nipples poked through her shirt nicely. The same went for her "vintage" jeans, which curved nicely around the bum and tightened in the crotch area, driving any man, or indeed a few women, mad with desire. Any normal man at least.
The Tardis landed and as the Doctor prepared to go out he explained his absence may be slightly lengthy, as he was to meet some old friends of his, of which he'd like to catch up with. Just before stepping out he took one last glance and the American, idly pacing around the console, and remarked, "Those jeans must be a tad size too small" to which was met with a stern but loving glare from his companion as he proceeded to exit the spacecraft. Peri secretly liked the fact that the Doctor had noticed her... features, to say the least.
An hour passed when Peri decided to have a wander around the seemingly endless array of corridors. She felt a slight stirring in her bladder, but she could hold it for a while. After all she knew where the toilet was.
Passing the corridors she found a few rooms unoccupied, one of which looked a bit like a child's room, badges strewn across the floor and a chest filled with what she presumed was just space stuff. She left it be, after all the person who owned that room might come back one day. She somehow doubted it.
A few hours passed with scarcely a change, apart from the now quickly growing urge to urinate, it had gotten to the point several times where she had to place her hand over her crotch for fear of leaking. Deep into the Tardis interior now, Peri had found herself lost, and in desperate need for the toilet. Her pace quickened as she darted left and right into rooms that to her misfortune were not a toilet.
Another hour slowly passed by and Peri had still not found herself near a toilet. She presumed the Tardis was playing a cruel trick on her, not letting her find a toilet where shepherd would have if the Doctor was here. Her hand was now constantly pressed against her bladder, bursting with hot pee. She jumped, hoping it would ease the desperation only to do the opposite as she involuntarily let out a few drops of urine into her panties, showing only a small blotch of dark contrasting her bright blue jeans. She bent over slightly pushing both hands against herself. Briefly she appreciated how her breasts had bounced nicely when she jumped, and indeed bent over she peered under her top, admiring her bust and nipples which poked out of her top invitingly. Peri also noticed her bottom must've looked flattering to anyone behind it.
15 minutes had barely made any progress with Peri, now struggling to walk without legs crossed, her arm leaning againsed the circular panels of the corridor wall. Letting out a soft moan, a thin stream of pee trickled into her trousers creating a tennis ball size patch around her crotch. Aware of the danger she was in, Peri asked aloud to be next to a toilet, alas in vain. Oh where was the Doctor at this hour? He could have helped, Peri no longer cared about the embarrassing patch on her crotch, she desperately needed to relieve herself. At a few points she considered letting go, which gave her a strange sense of arousal at the thought, unconsciously grabbing a breast with one hand running a finger across her nipple. She made an attempt to stand up straight which proved to be a huge mistake, jettisoning a larger and longer stream of hot piss spreading across her crotch and bum and thinly trickling down her legs.
She managed to control herself by crossing her legs and jamming her fists against herself stopping the flow, not before she let out a moan of pleasure, that felt amazing! Her bum was mostly wet and her crotch glistening, she glanced at her hand which was now nicely wet and shiny. Feeling that now she had everything under control; the damage wasn't too bad as there wasn't much sign of it on the floor yet and her legs had only a thin stream either side.
Another thirty minutes passed, Peri still desperate and Abby this point unmoving, doing everything she could not to let go which she so desperately desired. Her bladder was completely full and about to burst she felt. The thoughts of letting it all go right here right now into her cotton panties and down her legs had made her slightly horny too.
Without warning, the whole Tardis lurched sideways, hurling a cross-legged bursting Peri to the other side, back slamming into the corridor wall. The Tardis quickly readjusted itself, but by then it was too late.
Her bladder suddenly relaxed, Steaming hot piss filled her panties and continued to flow warm urine down her legs like a river, creating a large expanding puddle of pee which surrounded Peri and flowed over her bare feet. As Peri slowly slid down the wall, she continued wetting herself and it showed no signs of stopping. Warm, wet wee spread across her bum and in her crevasse, a pleasure sensation also continued to fill Peri, better than a hundred orgasms. Nothing at this precise moment could feel better than now, sitting in her own piss, and continuing to urinate herself more until eventually the stream slowed down and became a thin trickle. Peri let out another soft moan. She was in ecstasy.
Not a few minutes later, still sitting in her own puddle of pee, did she hear the doctor making his way towards her. She didn't even bother moving.
"Peri? Is that you? Sorry about the wait, and I thought something was wrong the way the Tardis felt like it was laughing at its own joke. Ah, there you are, and it seems as though the Tardis has been playing a very cruel joke indeed. I'm sorry Peri, I should've come back sooner, then you might not have been in this mess."
Peri slowly got up, drenched in piss, at some point her wet hand must have washed some of it on her shirt, because it was too, fully soaked through and you could see her breasts shirt or not. Peri didn't mind. "You don't seem that surprised that this happened Doctor"
"Oh no no no, this has happened many times before with many of my companions, you're not the first and you certainly won't be the last. Get yourself and those clothes washed and we'll never speak of this again. I'll make sure the Tardis takes care of the mess on the floor"
Satisfied with the response, Peri noticed, or she thought she'd noticed, a slight bulge when the Doctor was looking at her. Whether it was her beautifully shaped breasts or her glistening wet patch or her bum she could not say. But she was glad she was still impressive to an alien even in this mess. She proceeded to make her way back to her room, peeled off her clothes and jumped in the shower, tenderley cleaning herself. Her last thoughts in the shower were that of the realisation that she secretly enjoyed her experience wetting herself like that, and secretly hoped it would happen again, or give her an excuse to mess herself again. |
“Hey, babe.”
”Sarah! How’s it going?”
”Good, I guess? I just got out of lecture, and I really have to pee. I might be a couple minutes late, the only bathrooms in this building are on the other side.”
”That’s alright, take your time.”
”Thanks, Matt. Love you, see you in a bit,” Sarah hung up and put her phone in the back pocket of her skinny jeans.
She left the lecture hall in a haste, her empty water bottle in hand to throw away later. Sarah made a lot of bad decisions leading up to this point:
- She had a huge cup of coffee on her way out the door because she spent the whole night studying.
- She skipped her morning pee because she fell asleep on her couch ten minutes before lecture started.
- She didn’t excuse herself after her bladder filled up halfway through lecture, so she probably didn’t retain any of the information because she was too focused on keeping her bladder in check.
And that’s why she is where she is, speedwalking to the restrooms on the other side of the building with an overfull bladder threatening to empty its contents into Sarah’s jeans.
She approached the restrooms, her lower abdomen aching for release. Elated to finally empty her bladder, Sarah hobbled as quickly as possible to the door of the women’s room.
”What?!”
There was a sign taped to the door: “CLOSED FOR CLEANING. CHECK BACK IN 15 MINUTES”
Sarah stared at the door in disbelief. A wave of desperation crashed over her, sending a sharp pang through her bladder. She doubled over, crossing her legs to hold back the piss threatening to escape.
She called Matt again, running out of options.
”Hey, babe. Oh, fuck.”
”You alright?”
”Yeah, I just really have to pee. The restrooms are closed for cleaning. I don’t think I’ll make it if I walk to the restaurant and go there. It’s bad.”
She held a hand in between her legs, pressing down hard on her crotch.
”Can you, I don’t know, find a public restroom? They’re all over, right?”
”There’s bound to be a line. I don’t know, I guess— shit!”
Pee spurted out of her, but she quickly got it under control.
”I just peed a little. Babe, I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”
”It’s that bad? Do you want me to pick you up?”
”Uh.. Uh, sure. I’ll be in line at the public restroom by McDonald’s, okay?”
Sarah hung up again, gathered her things, and hobbled out of the lecture hall. She tried her hardest to walk straight and not give away that her bladder was two seconds away from bursting, but the desperation was getting to be too much.
Another wave hit her. She moaned under her breath and sat down on the park bench in front of her, crossing her legs tightly and leaning forward. Scared that she’d leak if she moved, she stayed in that position and called her boyfriend again.
”Hey, change of plans. I’m at the park. I sat down and I think I’ll piss all over myself if I stand up again. Can you pick me up there?”
”Yeah. You’re not gonna piss in my car, are you?”
”Not if you hurry up. Oh, fuck.”
”What?”
”It hurts, babe. Hurry up.”
She hung up. She couldn’t sit still. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable. She unbuttoned her jeans and got a good look at her bulging bladder.
Soon enough, a car pulled up. Matt got out and opened the passenger door so Sarah could quickly get in. She hobbled into the car with a hand in between her legs.
She squirmed with both hands holding herself in the passenger seat. The seatbelt pressed uncomfortably on her bladder.
”Try to find a restroom with no line,” Sarah ordered, knowing she didn’t have long until her bladder gave up.
”I’ve been looking. There’s lines everywhere.”
”Then can we try to go home? I can’t hold it for much longer.”
As Matt pulled onto the first urban road past the city, Sarah let out a loud groan and started stomping her feet. He watched a wet patch spread across the front of her jeans as piss leaked out of her aching bladder.
With both hands on her crotch, Sarah finally got it under control.
”Oh, fuck me! Please pull over. I can’t hold it. I can’t. Oh, my god.”
Matt sped past houses and found a stretch of road simply surrounded by open fields. He pulled over and stopped. Sarah unbuckled, opened the door, gasping as the climbed out of the car.
She tried to pull down her jeans, but her bladder simply couldn’t wait. She started pissing full-force into her jeans, the warm liquid hissing out of her and streaming down her legs. She moaned, unable to contain herself as relief and pleasure overtook her.
”Oh, fuck, that feels so much better.”
She finished peeing after a minute. She felt oddly cozy in the warm wetness around her legs.
”Nuh-uh, you’re not sitting in my car like that. Take off your pants and panties.”
“I’m not getting naked—!”
”I’ll watch and make sure there’s no one around, come on.”
Sarah stripped from the waist down and sat back down in the passenger seat.
”Let’s go home and get you pants. And then we can finally have dinner, huh?”
”Yeah..”
Sarah kept finding herself playing with her lady bits. She was getting wet for a different reason this time. She drew circles around her clit, teasing herself. By the time Matt pulled into their neighborhood, Sarah was fingering herself, letting out loud moans and calling out Matt’s name. He told her to stop until they got home, which had her a whole other kind of desperate.
He pulled into their driveway, gave Sarah his jacket to cover herself with, and walked with her through the door. As soon as the latch shut, he pinned her against the wall and fingered her slowly and pleasurably.
”Fuck,” she moaned, kissing his neck. “I might have to start pissin’ myself more often.” |
What Happened to Ella Marsh?
“Ella, would you come in here, I’ve got the bath running.” a female voice called out from the bathroom in a flat monotone pitch.
Wake up! Please wake up! Not this dream again, please!
As if on cue, dream Ella lifted her head out of the bucket before wiping the vomit from the corner of her chin with the back of her hand. It was another rough night thanks to the chemotherapy. Her legs shook as she slowly stood, trying to resist the urge to vomit from the effort. She grasped the bedpost to steady herself and surveyed the damage. Regurgitated chicken covered her nightgown, as well as the bed covers. This had almost become a nightly ritual.
“The bath is ready.”
“Coming!” Ella yelled back in response.
Don’t go in there! Wake up!
Ella took one shaky step, then another, holding onto every surface she could along the way for support. She stopped for a moment, taking in her frail form in the mirror. Her eyes were sunken. Her skin gave off a ghostly white glow. Her cheekbones protruded from her face. And of course, her bald head. She slid her hand over the top, missing the black curls that had been there two months before.
She turned her attention once again to the light coming from the end of the hall. Ella’s heart hammered as she inched forward. In her mind she wanted to stop and turn back.
Her feet had other plans. They propelled her body forward despite the owners objection. She stood in the doorway to the bathroom as the feeling of dread washed over her, more intense with every passing second. She felt a hand tighten around her arm and she let out a yell of fright.
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“Hey, you, it’s time to wake up.” Ten year old Ella jumped and let out a startled moan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Rose said, with a slight smile. Ella turned to see the nurses hand still on her arm. She breathed a sigh of relief as she began to come to her senses. “Were you having a bad dream?” Rose asked. Ella nodded her head. “I’m sorry, sweetie, do you want to talk about it?” Ella shook her head. It had been almost a year since she had last spoken.
She sat up in bed and looked around her hospital room for what she hoped would be the last time. She was going home with a new family today. As if reading her mind, Rose asked.” Are you excited?” Ella made a “so-so” motion with her hand by turning it side to side. “Nervous?” Ella pinched her fingers together leaving a small space in between. “It’s not going to be the same here without you.” Ella smiled slightly. It had taken nearly six months to find someone willing to take her in givin her medical history. Nobody wanted a child with cancer, even if she was officially in remission. Not to mention she came with more baggage than an airplane.
Rose ran her fingers through the short stubble on Ella’s head as Ella leaned her head toward her. She loved the sensation of fingers on her scalp. “Heather and Danielle will be here in the next hour, so let’s start getting you ready. First I need to check your vitals.” The small girl held out her left arm as the Rose placed her middle and index fingers on the inside of Ellas wrist. “Pulse is good.” Rose said before writing the number 76 on the whiteboard next to the large letter “P” Next came her blood pressure. Ella stared at the words written on the board as the navy blue cuff began to fill with air.
“Daily Goals”
Eat at least half of every meal.
Draw a picture.
Take medication.
Use the toilet at least once a day
“Long Term Goals”
Gain twenty pounds
Talk with Words not gestures.
Become famous artist
Use bathroom unassisted
Ella squirmed as the nurse finished with her vitals. “Looking good, kiddo.” Rose said as she wrote down the results of her blood pressure. “Breakfast will be here soon, but before that.” Ella gave her a pleading look, but Rose shook her head. “I know you don’t like it, but you need to start getting used to it. “
Ella could feel the tears starting to fill her eyes. She waved her head from side to side defiantly. Rose sighed and sat on the edge of Elle’s bed. “I wish you would tell me what’s going through your mind.” Ella shook her head again, letting the tears spill down her cheeks. “How can I help you if you don’t tell me what the problem is?”
Chair, Ella signed with her hands. She was starting to fidget more.
“I know you want the chair, but you need to start using the restroom.”
Ella stuck her palm out facing forward to indicate NO!
“Yes, look at me” Rose said. “You’re going home with your new family today. The chair isn’t going with you. What will you do when you have to go to the bathroom?”
Hold it.
“Forever?”
Yes.
“I think you’ll have an accident before forever comes. Do you like having accidents?”
No, gross.
“Those are your options now. Bathroom or accident.” Ella sniffled as she placed a hand in between her legs. “C’mon, take my hand. You can do it.” Ella cried silently as she placed her free hand inside Rose’s. “That’s a good girl. You’ll be in and out in less than a minute.” Rose pulled her to her feet and led her across the room to the closed bathroom door. She frowned as she felt the cold sweat in the young girls hand. Out of curiosity, she stopped and checked her pulse. 130 bmp and rising. “Honey, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Nothing’s going to hurt you in there.”
Ella shook her head, nearly bawling.
“What if I let you use the chair in the restroom. Would that help?” Ella shook her head no. She tried to turn and run, but Rose held her by the arm. “Don’t run away. We’ve been through this at least ten times now. The sooner you go in there and take care of business, the sooner you can leave.”
No! Please no! Ella mouthed.
“Then tell me what it is you’re so afraid of. Is it using the toilet? Does the toilet scare you?” Ella shook her head, still trying desperately to pull away. “Is it the flushing noise?” Ella shook her head again, closing her eyes tight as Rose opened the bathroom door. Rose sighed as Ella became dead weight. She looked in the small unit bathroom for some possible sign or clue as to what would cause her such fear. There were no shadows lurking in the corner, not a single sign of bugs. Just a sink, toilet, and bath surrounded by white linoleum tile on the floor with a cream color wallpaper.
“Are you going to try to bite me again if I pick you up?” Rose asked. “Do I need to put your mouthguard in?” Ella didn't respond. “Honey, open your eyes. It’s okay.” Still no reply. “Will you walk to the toilet at least?” Rose sighed in defeat. This was as much progress as they had made in the last week. At least she wasn’t clawing and biting anymore.
Rose bent down and picked her up with minor difficulty. At a mere 55 pounds, Ella was severely underweight and malnourished. The cancer treatment had delayed her growth, but as for her behaviour, Rose was at a loss. Did she somehow correlate bathrooms to being sick? Was her mind reliving the memories of chemo nausea when she stepped inside? No, that wasn’t it. She was fine using the portable commode, or what she referred to as the chair, but she had spent many nights with her face inside its pink bucket regurgitating her stomach’s contents.
“I’m gonna set you down now, okay?” Rose lifted the girls hospital gown up and set her down. She tried to back away, but Ella still clung to her sobbing. “I need you to let go, I promise I won’t leave.”
Ella shook her head, heaving and sputtering for air while clinging to the front of Roses scrubs. It broke Roses heart to do this to her, but it was what the Doctor wanted. Exposure therapy.
“You’re fine. You’re fine. I’ve got you.” Rose whispered, rubbing the top of Ella’s head. The poor child was shaking now, and she doubted Ella would relax her body enough to pee anytime soon. She tried to distract her by talking about other things. She asked her what she was most looking forward to, but her question went unanswered. Her questions always went unanswered. She tried turning the faucet on, but it only seemed to heighten her anxiety.
Five minutes went by, followed by ten. The hospitality staff had already come and gone, leaving Ella’s breakfast to grow cold on the table. “Anything?” Rose asked. Ella shook her head from in between the crook of Roses arm. “How about I get you back into bed then?” Ella nodded enthusiastically. “I think you gave it your best shot, but you’re just having a rough morning.”
Rose grabbed her waist and lifted her back up. She peeked inside the toilet bowl, but it was as she expected, not a single drop. She set her back down on her feet outside the bathroom after closing the door, and Ella scampered off towards the bed, trying to put as much distance between her and the door as possible. Rose figured by the time she calmed down and finished her breakfast she’d have to go again. But then what? Repeat the process until something finally happened? And what if Heather and Danielle showed in the middle of one of her fits? They were aware of her issue, but what if it really hadn’t sunken in yet?
“Go ahead and eat your breakfast. I’m going to go grab a few things.”
Chair, Ella signed looking hopeful.
“Dr. said no more chair, remember?” Rose said giving her a sympathetic smile. Ella let out a barely audible whimper. Rose took a quick glance behind her to make sure they were alone before leaning in close. “I’m not going to make you go back in there today, I promise.” The look of relief washed over Ella’s face, followed by confusion. Rose backed out of the room instructing Ella to eat.
Ella looked down at the soggy looking toast and scrambled eggs. She poked at the eggs briefly with her plastic fork before taking a single bite of each. She pushed her plate aside resisting the urge to “ accidently” dump it on the floor. The morning's events left her feeling a bit ornery.
She reached by the side of the bed for her art supplies and pulled out the picture she had been working on. She wanted to have it done before her new foster mom, Heather, arrived. She had just finished putting the finishing touches on the horses mane when Rose came back pushing a cart of tubs and washcloths for her “bath”.
“Is that all you’re going to eat?” Rose asked with a disappointed scowl. Ella just shrugged before placing her colored pencils and picture back in the shelf by her bed.
Rose pulled the curtain around Ella’s bed giving them privacy. She helped Ella out of her dirty hospital gown, leaving her naked. “Go ahead and turn on your right side.”
Ella frowned. This was not part of her routine. Was she about to get a shot in the butt? She tensed up expecting the worst, but instead of a needle she felt something hard and plastic cup her bottom half. Once instructed, Ella rolled back with the plastic pan resting under her. Once her brain registered what it was, she gave a slight push to get her bladder to start emptying.
“He only said no commode,” Rose said with a wink. “Cheating I know, but I didn’t think you’d mind too much.”
Ella grimaced slightly, feeling the urine run down the inside of her thighs and down her butt cheeks, before finally settling in the pan below. It was one of her least favorite methods, but her need to go outweighed her disgust.
Rose nodded her approval at the sound of sloshing liquid. Ella didn’t mind the noise, in fact, she preferred it. She let the noises her body made speak for her. Rose didn’t have to ask if she’d gone pee yet when it trickled and drummed in the hollow basin. Even now she didn’t care that Rose watched her trying to squeeze out the last little bit before wiggling the droplets off her bottom . She had grown so accustomed to Rose’s presence when it came to her personal needs. Rose was the only one Ella trusted, and that trust had taken a long time to build.
Ella gave the signal she was done.
“Try and go number two.” Rose said. “You have a long drive ahead of you.”
Ella scrunched up her face, and made a show of effort. She found they asked less embarrassing questions this way. Since nothing was going in, nothing was coming out so Ella signed she was ready again.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before they get here.” Rose said. She rolled Ella off the bedpan before dumping the contents in the toilet.
Ella listened to Rose talk about all the fun she would be having in her new home while she wiped her down with a warm, wet washcloth. It would be a six hour car ride from the hospitals’ children center she was staying at to her new family’s house, but Rose insisted it would be worth every minute.
As Rose was helping her into a shirt, she commented on the picture Ella had been drawing. “You draw pretty well for your age.” Ella shrugged. She knew it was the only thing she did well for her age. She had missed the last two years of school, and the only way she could communicate was through baby sign language. She hadn’t always been like this. She used to talk, but something had changed. Was it from the cancer, or was it something else? Had something happened? She couldn’t quite remember.
Ella looked down as Rose was putting socks on her feet.
Pants.
“We’re gonna hold off on that until I talk to Heather and see what she wants to do.” Rose explained. Ella gave her a puzzled look. “I’ll just cover you up with the blanket until then.”
Ella passed the remaining time working on her picture. She was admiring her artwork when there was a knock on the door and in walked Heather. She beamed at Ella and Ella smiled back shyly. Danielle, Heather’s twelve year old daughter, came in after her giving a small wave. The group exchanged pleasantries and idle small talk until Rose suggested Ella show Danielle some of her pictures while herself and Heather talked.
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Rose led Heather down the hall and into the small conference room.
“Are you all ready to take Ella home today?” Rose asked.
“Oh yes, we’ve got half of Danielle’s room cleaned out and made a space for her. Danielle’s not too happy about having to share a room, but she’ll get over it. How’s she been doing? Have you been able to make any progress?”
“We’ve been trying, but we haven’t gotten far. I wanted to bring up a few issues we’ve been having. You understand she’s non-verbal?”
“Yes, and we’ve prepared for that. I know she’s only ten, but I decided to go ahead and get both her and Danielle cell phones. That way she can communicate through text if need be. So was she born non-verbal?”
Rose shook her head. “Only for the last year. I was also working pediatrics when she was brought in during her chemo treatments. That girl could’ve talked your ear off, but then when she came back, she was completely different.”
“Did something happen? Was it the cancer?”
Rose shook her head again. “Her dr. thinks it’s all psychological. It’s some kind of post traumatic disorder.” She paused for a minute as she thought of the best way to explain. “You know her mother commited suicide, right?”
“Oh no, I didn’t know that.” Heather said frowning. “I knew she had passed away but…”
“Right in the middle of Ella’s treatments. She was never the same since, so I think a large chunk of her behavioral issues stem from that.” Rose said before letting out a sigh. “But for the life of me… the bathroom thing, I just can’t figure it out. She acts like going in a bathroom for anything is going to kill her. She’s terrified.”
“I’ve never heard of a child being afraid of bathrooms, but hey, a mailbox closed on my fingers once when I was little. Wouldn’t go near one for two years.”
“Ella was in the house when her mother shot herself.” Rose said grimly. Heather covered her mouth.
“Did she see… anything?”
“She must have, she hasn’t spoken ever since. You don’t walk away from something like that without a few screws loose. I’m really happy to see her going to a real home now. Maybe that’s what she needs, some stability.”
Heather nodded. “Poor kid.” The two women sat in silence for a minute. “Any ideas how we should handle the bathroom situation?”
“I’m not going to sugar coat it. It’s going to be rough at first. I’m hoping she’ll move past this if she’s put in a routine. She hasn’t been able to go alone yet; she’ll honestly cling to you the entire time and cry. I’d suggest start slow, give her time to adjust to her new surroundings. Maybe set up a camping toilet somewhere if you don’t want to deal with accidents.” Rose said with a shrug. “Or you could jump right into it, if she has to go she uses the bathroom.”
Heather bit her lip. “It’ll be like potty training all over again.”
“In a way.” Rose admitted. “To be honest, I’d stick with plan A. Give her time, and you can always encourage her to use the bathroom, but I don’t think it wise to force it. The dr. has been trying to force it, and she’s only taken a step back. She’s very young for her age.”
Heather nodded again. “And what about the car ride? Six hours is a long drive.
“Well that’s up to you. It’s your car. I wouldn’t trust her to speak up, and I’d be quite shocked if you actually got her to use a toilet on the drive back. Like you said, six hours is a long drive. I think we should diaper her.” |
Chapter Two“Thank you.” Heather said, accepting the luke warm cup of coffee from Rose. She sipped on it periodically as she weighed her options. Heather had heard Ella’s story from a friend, and her heart had broken for her. Now she began to realize how little she actually knew about her. Sure, Heather had talked to Ella’s case worker on the phone, but the information she had received seemed incomplete now. She had come to collect this girl only knowing a small fraction of her backstory. Her mother was deceased, her father wasn’t in the picture and she had previously had leukemia. That was all she was told. So why was she only now being told Ella had obviously witnessed some kind of horrific trauma? Had Ella walked in to find her mother's deceased body in the bathroom? Had she heard the gunshot and come to investigate? Is that why she wouldn’t talk? Heather shuddered as she pictured a young girl coming across her mothers brains splattered across the bathroom. Would Ella ever be the same again? And then, the toileting issues. This she had not expected. She was way past the stage in her life where she was willing to change diapers. She hadn’t had to change a diaper in ten years! And babies were one thing, but a ten year old? Heather sipped on her coffee again trying to take it all in. Was Rose trying to dissuade her from taking Ella?“I just want to make sure you’re prepared.” Rose had said. Prepare her? More like making her second guess herself. Heather felt more like a witness on the stand, with Rose as an attorney poking holes in everything she said she had planned. “A cell phone isn’t a good idea, it’s not good for her to rely on that for communication.” “No top bunk, Ella is prone to nightmares and could roll off.” “Ella doesn’t like watching tv, maybe try a board game night instead of a movie night.” Every Friday night was movie night, it was Heather and her daughters time to curl up together on the couch and relax. Who was Rose to come in and tell her to change just because they were adding a new member of the family. “Is there anything else I should know?” Heather asked, trying to keep the mild irritation out of her voice. Rose stayed silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. “I’m sorry if I’m being pushy.”“I could be wrong, but It’s almost like you don’t want me to take her.” Heather admitted. “No no, it’s nothing like that!” Rose said, waving her hands back and forth. “ My biggest fear is that, you’ll take her, decide you can’t handle her and bring her back. It would crush her. She’s been through so much. I want her to have a stable family. ” Rose paused and twirled a finger through her brown curls. “Ella is...” She paused again, seemingly fighting to find the right word. “Young for her age.”Heather nodded. She took another sip as an awkward pause filled the small break room. “How young?” “Well, she’s two years behind in school, but since she came back. I don’t know, I’m not a psychologist.”“If you had to guess.” “Six or seven. The stress you know, of whatever happened. Finding a good child psychologist in your area would probably be a good first step.” Heather nodded. This she agreed with. “Have social services been by yet?” “Yes, all the paperwork's been signed. Charlie, Danielle and I are ready.”“Shall we then?”…………………………………………………………………………….Ella was a tad bit anxious when Heather and Rose hadn’t returned after ten minutes. Once half an hour had passed, she was down right convinced Heather had decided she didn’t want her anymore and Rose was just stalling for time. It had taken less than five minutes to show her new foster sister her drawings she kept in a binder. Danielle had nodded politely and smiled at all the right times, but Ella had the sinking suspicion she wasn’t as “good for her age” as the staff made her out to be. With every turn of the page the possibility was looking more and more likely, Ella decided. Ella looked at her drawings with a more critical eye and let out a small sigh of disappointment. With only a limited number of crayons, a dull handful of colored pencils and a blue pen, he pictures were anything but professional. Three months ago, on the one year anniversary of her hospitalization, Rose had bought her a box of 64 count of crayons. The big box that every kid dreamed of having. The one that even had a sharpener on the back! Ella had her suspicions it was less out of the goodness of her heart, and more to get her to stop stealing them from out of “Kids Korner” where they kept all the games, toys and coloring books. Ella had made the mistake of bringing them with her where another nurse forced her to share. The small children promptly broke them within the hour. Those crayons had been one of her sole possessions and she was inconsolable as a result.“Kids Korner” was supposed to be a playroom of sorts so the kids could interact instead of feeling trapped and isolated in their rooms, but all Ella saw it as was a breeding ground for germs, and ever since the crayon fiasco she harbored a dislike for small children. Remission or not, she didn’t trust her immune system enough to risk it, lest she end up the in ICU again with walking aspiration pneumonia. Rose said she got it from throwing up so much she had breathed it into her lungs and that’s what “aspirating” meant. Ella had written on a piece of paper she thought it meant “butt sweat” and showed it to her. It had taken Rose almost a solid minute to stop laughing and explain “ass” and “perspiring” were two separate words and were not usually used in the same sentence. It had from that moment on become their inside joke to say, or in Ella's case write, that “it was so hot in here she was aspirating”. “What are these?” Danielle asked, flipping through the very back of Ella’s binder. Most of her pictures were realistic images ; Animals, sunsets, people, but these were different. Ella didn’t show these pictures off, and she couldn’t really explain why she had drawn them, but when she was in a bad mood she went to town with that black crayon making nonsensical patterns. Ella shook her head and reached for the binder back before putting it back in the cubby hole. Anyway, she was done showing off her childish doodles, although a part deep inside (well maybe not THAT deep) longed for the praise and attention she gardened when she showed them off. “So, uh.” Danielle stammered. The passing seconds were becoming more and more awkward. Ella pointed to the tv, then to Danielle as a way of asking what her favorite shows were, “Oh, you want to watch tv?” Ella tried to shake her head “no,” but Danielle reached for the remote and turned it on. It took Danielle all of ten seconds to realize she only got channels 1 through 10. Three of those were nothing but static, one was a local news station, two were public access channels, another two in Spanish, and one that played nothing but “Judge Judy” and “People’s Court” reruns. Danielle settled on the only one that seemed bearable, Family Feud with Steve Harvey. On three separate occasions Steve told the “Roger’s” family they couldn’t say that on television, and all three times their answers were on the board. Danielle laughed the hardest when the question “Name something that gets passed around” and a contestant answered “your mom.” Ella didn't understand what was so funny, but she grinned when Steve threw his cue cards in the air and walked off the stage. Just when Ella had almost given up on getting to go home with Heather, a knock on the door announced their return. A nervous excitement filled Ella's stomach, This was it, she was finally leaving this place! No more sick little kids, no more IVs, no more shots, no more doctors, no more Ro- her heart sank a little. No more Rose. She looked at the plump, middle aged, Hispanic woman fondly. Ella would miss her most of all. She tried not to think about it as Heather began collecting what few possessions Ella had. “Hey, Danielle,” Rose said, handing her the now packed box. “Why don’t you load this in the car while we finish getting your new sister situated.”As soon as Danielle left, Heather pulled up a chair and Rose stood next to her bed. She felt Rose gently place a hand on her shoulder and heard her whisper, “Please don’t fight.” Ella gave them both a quizzical look. “We have a long trip ahead of ourselves, and I know your having some. . . problems.” Heather said. Her smile was kind, but Ella saw it was one full of sympathy. Something was about to happen, something she knew she wasn’t going to like. “I know it’s going to take time to work through them and it’s going to take time for you to trust me, so we figured it would be best if for the car ride, and maybe a little longer, if we didn’t push you too hard.” Ella was confused. What were they talking about? She looked to Rose who was holding a piece of clothing in her hand. She set it on the bed before drawing the curtain around herself and Ella. “Lay back, hun, I’ll get you situated and then you can head out.” Ella did as she was told, It wasn’t until a skirt was removed and a diaper fell out that she put two and two together. The were going to put her in a diaper for the car ride! She sat bolt upright and backed as far as she could from Rose while shaking her head. “ Ella, please.” Rose said. Ella shook her head again while hugging her knees to her chest, She pointed to herself and signed “toilet.”Rose smiled, but had her doubts. “Will you or are you just saying that?” Ella didn’t respond, just continued staring at the floor. “Can we trust you to speak up?” Ella signed toilet again. “She’s driving, how will you get her attention?” Ella tapped Rose on the arm and signed toilet. Rose thought about it for a moment. “Alright, prove that you’ll use the toilet right now and I won’t diaper you.” Ella stared at her then slowly shifted her gaze to the closed bathroom door. Ella scowled. Feeling determined to prove them wrong, she got out of bed only stopping once she reached the door. She looked back at Rose, sending her a pleading look. Rose only nodded and said, “go on”. Ella took a deep breath and opened the door. She took one step inside and froze. Ella felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her legs felt paralyzed. She had to do this or else she’d be in a diaper in front of her new family. She just had to… Ella hung her head in shame and walked back before collapsing on the bed in a fit of tears. She couldn’t do it. “Shh. Shh. It’s okay.” Rose said rubbing her back. “See, it will be better this way. Less stressful for everyone.” Ella didn’t respond, just continued to cry into her pillow. “No more tears, little one. This is supposed to be a happy day.” Rose gently lifted her up and put her on her lap, periodically bouncing her as one would a small child. Ella wrapped her hands around Rose and buried her face into her. “Danielle doesn’t have to know. It can be our secret.” Heather said. Rose waited for Ella’s sobs to turn into sniffles before lifting her up and putting her down on her back on the bed. “You better behave now. You wouldn’t want the monster to come out.” Ella quieted down almost immediately and gave her a look as if to say, “you wouldn’t”. “Duh nuh.” hummed Rose. She continued humming as her hand inched her way closer. “Duh nuh.” Ella slowly backed away. “Duh nuh..Duh nuh Duh nuh Duh nuh.” Her hand shot forward as fingers made their way across Ella’s ribs. Ella let out a squeal of laughter as she tried to curl into a ball to fend off the attack. Rose finally stopped after a good minute, leaving the girl panting and gasping for breath albeit with a large smile on her face. “Okay, it’s time to calm down and get this over with.” Rose said. “Lay out straight.” Ella reluctantly stretched her legs out and laid back down on her back. She winced as she heard the crinkling. Sure, it wouldn’t be her first time being diapered here, but that was different. She had pneumonia then and couldn’t control her bowels when she coughed. She was too sick to even feel embarrassed when an orderly walked in and nearly gagged at the smell. She vaguely remembered Rose scolding her about not telling her she had had an accident. Several accidents actually, but she really didn’t care that she was lying in her own waste. She was that sick. She had fallen back asleep while Rose was trying to do damage control and woke up in a diaper. It hadn’t bothered her then, but now. . . Ella could feel her face burning as Rose lifted up her legs and slid it underneath her. She had no fever to distract her, no pounding headache or nausea. All she could feel was the soft material under her butt and the hyper awareness of her foster mother just a foot or two away. Was she having second thoughts? What did she think of her now? Ella could feel Rose rubbing powder in between her legs and butt. She didn’t mind Rose doing this, but the thought of Heather changing her made her eyes sting with fresh tears. “What happens at the hospital stays at the hospital” Rose would say when Ella had been a new patient. Of course she had been embarrassed then, for a little while at least. She had gotten used to having no privacy rather quickly, but this felt different. Wrong even. She would be leaving the hospital in it. She was going out into the real world, and in the real world, ten year olds didn’t need diapers. “All done,” Rose said finishing with the tapes. Ella couldn’t even put her legs together. “It won’t, you know, leak in her booster seat will it?” Heather asked. Ella’s mouth hung open. Booster seat!? She mouthed the words to Rose. Wasn’t that for little kids? She hadn’t needed one since she was five! “Just give her a change at the halfway point and you should be fine.” Rose said to Heather, before turning to Ella. “You’ve lost a lot of weight kiddo, and you haven’t grown like a normal ten year old. You don’t want your new mom to get a ticket do you?” This, Ella thought, was not a good start to her new life. She shook her head as she finished getting dressed. Danielle had come back in the room and was standing in the doorway waiting.“I have something to give you before you leave.” Rose said. Ella watched her open a closet and come back out with a wrapped box. Ella’s eyes grew big as Rose handed it to her. She smiled as she tore at the paper. Her smile turned into a wide, beaming, grin as she revealed the contents. A large 83 count set of art supplies. It had colored pencils, oil pastels, watercolors, brushes, a sketch pad and drawing pencils.Ella flung her arms around Rose’s neck as Rose laughed and returned the hug. In a voice so small she wouldn’t have heard if the room hadn’t been absolutely silent, Ella said, “I’ll miss you.” Rose eyes prickled with tears. She had spoken! “I’m gonna miss you too.” and with one more hug farewell, Rose watched the small girl leave with her new family. She only hoped she’d never have to see her here again. |
Ella’s heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. She was leaving! She was finally leaving Loma Linda Children’s Hospital and going home! When was the last time she had even been outside? Was it months? Maybe it was even years! She couldn’t remember, she was just so happy to be leaving.
She stepped out the elevator with her new family and had her eyes set on the front door, when a sudden thought flashed through her mind. She looked down at the medical bracelet still strapped to her wrist. Would they even let her leave? She eyed the security desk wearily. What if they thought she was making a break for it? It wouldn’t be the first time security had chased her.
Ella could clearly remember the incident. It had been the first night in the hospital after her mom died. She had been lying in bed, still numb from shock, when Rose had begun to undress her. She had taken Rose’s hand when offered and let her guide her into the restroom for a bath, and that’s when it hit her. As soon as she took just a single step in the doorway, a sudden indescribable terror had washed over her. She had never felt such a strong fight or flight reaction before. With adrenaline coursing through her, the only thing she knew was that she had to get away. Without knowing just what she was running from, she bolted, catching Rose off guard. She had run down the hall in all her nine year old glory, dodging nurses and staff along the way. Ella vaguely remembered a man cackling as she streaked by and he shouted, “We got a runner!”
After a brief lock down of the facility, they finally found her cowering in the closet some 10 rooms down the hall. She had never forgiven Amelia Masterston for shouting at the top of her lungs. “She’s in here! “She’s in here!”
Ella walked closer to Heather as she tried to paw at the bracelet. They were getting closer to the front door where she saw two large ,white pillars standing opposite ends of the door. To Ella, they looked like the kind of things in stores that prevented shoplifting. Ella was certain they would buzz and screech if she were to walk through with the bracelet still on her wrist. If these were like store alarms, did that mean Ella had to be rung up and paid for?
Maybe Heather already had a receipt for her in case the alarm went off. But what if Heather was shoplifting her? She imagined her new foster mom shouting, “Run! Every women for themselves!” if they got caught. Ella doubted she’d be able to keep up, but she got ready to run if need be as they neared the white electronic pillars. She held her breathe, expecting the worst, but as she passed by them, nothing happened. She let out her held breath and relaxed. Maybe Rose had already rung her up when they they left to talk. She wondered for a brief moment how much Heather had paid for her, but all thoughts of human trafficking left her mind when the double automatic doors swung open.
Ella was finally free! Freedom was beautiful! Freedom was hers! Freedom was… holy crap… freedom was hot! As soon as Ella walked outside she was greeted with a blast of sweltering San Bernardino heat. Ella had been used to being in the air conditioned confines of the hospital, and had completely forgotten how hot it could get here.Within a few minutes of walking she could feel her upper thighs beginning to chaff from the diaper. She hoped she wouldn’t have to walk much farther. She felt like she’d either melt or collapse at any moment. Just as Ella was wishing she was back in the cool comfort of her hospital room, they stopped in front of a grey minivan.
“It’s a rental,” Danielle said. “I wish it was ours. It even has a DVD player in the back. Hey, mom, do that thing with the doors.” Ella looked on expectantly as Heather pressed a button on the key fob. Ella watched in amazement as the side door slid slowly open by itself.”Neat, huh?” Ella nodded in agreement. Her mom’s car hadn’t even had automated windows.
“We need to let the van air out; it’s gonna be hot inside.” said Heather.
Danielle jumped in the back and jumped back out with a, “Nope.” Heather got in the front and started the van’s engine.
“I’m going to let the AC run for a bit.” said Heather. “Can you give Ella something to drink from the cooler? Maybe one of those Carnation Shakes and a bottle of water.”
Danielle led her to the open trunk and rummaged around in a large, red ice chest before producing a few drinks. Ella accepted the can and bottle of water, but instead of opening them, she held them up to her face as a makeshift ice pack. “Right!” said Danielle as she did the same. “It’s supposed to get up to 114 degrees here. No thank you! It’s not nearly as hot at home.”
Ella was thankful for that. She tried to recall what town they said they lived in, but she couldn’t remember. Santa something or other. All she knew was that it was going to be a long long drive.
“Let me help Ella get situated and then we can go.” She heard coming from the front. Heather turned off the engine and climbed out of the front seat. Ella walked back to the open side door and peered in.
She frowned while staring at the booster seat. She had hoped it would just be a little thing she could sit on and hide with her body, but this looked more like a full on car seat. Ella let out a defeated sigh before setting her drinks on the back seat and crawling over. When she sat in it ,the first thing she noticed was that she was much higher as she looked out the van window. It almost felt like sitting in a bus or a truck.
Heather climbed in behind her and started fiddling with the straps. “Ella,” Heather suddenly whispered. “Rose is right. I don’t want you to worry or be stressed. We can worry about’ what we’re going to do when we get home. For right now, I want you to just take it easy. I know it scares you, sweetie, that’s why I’m not going to force you right now. Especially not out in public while we’re just getting to know each other. And I know you’re not thrilled about this arrangement, but I think it’s for the best. You don’t need to be embarrassed if you end up using it, that’s what it’s there for. Just let me know when you need a fresh one. I’ll check and see how you’re doing when we stop.”
Ella felt her face flush with embarrassment. She hadn’t been planning on using it. She could control her bladder just fine. There was an awkward pause as Heather seemed to struggle to find her words. “But I have to admit, I’m out of practice… with the other kind of...you know. I’d really appreciate it if you let let me know if you have to...really go. Wet diapers is one thing, but…I know it scares you, but, if you’d be willing to try. Even if you can’t, we can figure something out.”
Ella quickly nodded her head. There was NO WAY she would willingly do that in the car. There would be no hiding that kind of accident. Heather looked relieved. More than relieved even, like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “We’ll figure something out for you.”
Ella didn’t know what she meant by, “something” but it sounded better than sitting in her own waste for god only knew how long while Danielle held her nose and shot her dirty looks.
Heather handed Ella her drinks back, “Doctor Richmond says he wants you to drink three of these a day.” she said, holding up the can of meal replacement shake. “They're supposed to help you gain weight since you don’t seem to like to eat.” Ella scowled as she looked at the can in her hands. “They're surprisingly not bad. I had one the other day.” Ella was doubtful. “It’s very hot, so I want you to stay hydrated.” Heather pointed to the shake and bottle of water. Please drink those before we make our first stop in LA.” Ella opened up the bottle of water and took a swig. “Good girl.” Heather praised, rubbing her hand through the girls short hair.
“Would you like your art box up front with you?” Ella nodded her head eagerly. Heather reached into the back and handed it to her, but not without a warning of, "absolutely no paint." Ella tore into the box, quickly retrieving the drawing pad and as many colored pencils she could fit in her lap before setting the rest of the contents by her feet. Once Danielle had climbed into the seat next to her, Heather slid the door closed and climbed back up front. Ella watched out the window as Heather backed out of the parking spot and drove onto the main road. As much as Ella detested the fact that she still needed a booster seat, she had to admit it was fun riding so high up off the ground. It felt like she was soaring over the open road and towards her new home.
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Once they had hit the freeway, the excitement of looking out the window quickly turned dull. The scenery of tall buildings had almost at once turned into a monotonous desert scene. Ella tried to entertain herself by counting cactus, but soon there were too many to count. Instead she began counting Denny’s. In the last hour she had counted six of the big, yellow signs off the freeway.
Danielle had zoned out almost as soon as they had hit the road, her attention completely transfixed to the Dvd player. Ella had given her several glances in the hope they would make eye contact and could have a conversation, but she had soon given up on the idea. She tried to follow along with the movie, but as usual, she soon grew restless and bored. Movies and tv had never been able to hold her attention for long.
Ella reached for her water bottle, but found it empty. In an attempt to please her new mom, she had guzzled it down within the first ten minutes. She eyed the health shake. Was she really that thirsty? She was. She pulled the tab and gave it a sniff. When nothing foul reached her nostrils, she tentatively took a sip. A slightly off after taste, but it really wasn’t that bad. She’d had worse in the hospital. She sipped on her shake as she tried with one hand to draw the scenery on her sketch pad. Her cactus ended up looking more like pitchforks she thought, but it was something to pass the time.
Once her shake was gone, she let the empty can fall to her feet. With both hands free, she was able to put her full concentration into her drawing. Ella would switch on and off between gazing at the landscape and trying to recreate it on paper. It was still mostly cactus, but at least now they weren’t so uniform, nor did they look like they should be held in the hands of an angry mob of villagers. Next she drew a billboard with with a little fork and knife symbol next to a gas pump. Over it she drew a sign for Denny’s. It seemed only fitting since they had passed one in almost every town they seemed to drive by. It wasn’t until she made a second smaller sign saying “Rest Stop Next Exit” did she notice her bladder give a small twinge.
Great, she thought to herself, not even two hours into the drive. She’d have to hold it until… until… how long would she have to hold it? Until they stopped somewhere? And then what, actually use the bathroom like a normal person? She laughed bitterly to herself. Wouldn’t that simplify her life. Not a single shrink, psychiatrist, or hell, even herself knew what the problem was. She’d just have to distract herself until the feeling went away.
Ella threw herself back into her drawing, only periodically looking up at the screen when Danielle let out a chuckle. She was so focused she hadn’t realized the movie had finished and her foster sister had begun watching her draw. Ella had been particularly focused on a single cacti stalk with a pair of nearby boulders when Danielle’s voice made her bolt upright.
“Are you drawing a dick?”
“No!” Ella said loud and clear. Danielle’s eyebrows shot up.
“Oh? So you can talk.”
Ella turned to the very back of her sketch pad and ripped out a page before writing her response. “You surprised me is all.” Danielle looked at it puzzled.
“So you don’t talk on purpose?” she asked. Ella shook her head.
“Words get stuck in my throat and won’t come out.”
“But… But you just said ‘no’. I heard you.” Danielle insisted.
“You scared it out of me.”
Danielle read the note, a feeling of annoyance rising inside her. Little kids and their lies. Did her mom actually buy this bullshit? How long was she going to pretend to be mute for? Clearly she could talk just fine. What else was she lying about? Danielle wondered to herself as she flipped through the binder of movies she had brought with her. Her age probably. She couldn’t be ten, there’s was no way! She had a seven year old cousin bigger than her. Not to mention she was 90% sure Ella was wearing a diaper. She had seen a peak of it under her skirt when she had gotten into the van.
“How about you let Ella pick the next movie.” Heather said, glancing at them from the rear view mirror as Danielle was in the middle of sliding her next choice out of its sleeve.
Ella tried to sign, ‘ no thanks’, but the binder had been thrust into her lap before she could object. She halfheartedly flipped through the pages trying to find something she recognized. Worried she was taking too much time, she hastily pulled out a dvd and handed it to Danielle.
“Heh, haven’t seen this in forever.” Danielle said before sliding it in and pressing play.
“Whatcha girls watching?” asked Heather.
“Mulan.”
“Dishonor on you!” said Heather.
“Dishonor on your family!” Danielle replied.
“Dishonor on your cow!” They said in unison before bursting out in a fit of giggles.
Ella’s gaze went from Heather back to Danielle with an expression of mild confusion. “Haven’t you seen this before?” Danielle asked. Ella shook her head. “What? Where you been living?”
Ella wanted to answer, “the hospital” but instead shrugged and sat back in her seat as she tried to take her mind off her uncomfortably full bladder. Ella found she was more amused by Heather and Danielle singing all the songs than she was by the actual movie. It wasn’t bad though. She assumed she would have enjoyed it more if she hadn’t of had to pee so bad. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs by mid movie, and by the time the credits were rolling, she could hardly sit still longer than a minute or two.
“Ella, are you okay back there?” Heather asked. Ella gave her the thumbs up, even though she felt far from it. “Are you girls about ready for a break? I know I could sure use a break from driving.”
“Yes!” Danielle said. “My butt hurts.”
Heather took the next exit and pulled into a Denny’s parking lot. Ella would have found it humorous had it not been for her current situation. Heather shut off the engine and the automatic back door began to slowly slide open.
“Bathroom!” Danielle called hopping out of the van.
“Go on ahead of us. We’ll meet you inside.” Heather said. Danielle wasted no time in scampering off into the diner without a single glance back. Heather came around and began to un-clip the harness securing Ella in. “You okay back here?” she asked. Ella shrugged and fidgeted in her seat. “Need a change?” she asked in a lower voice. Ella blushed but shook her head again. “You sure? It’s okay if you do, we’ve been on the road for a while.” Ella looked away.
Heather offered Ella a hand up and they both exited the van. “Do you want to try and use the bathroom before we sit down and order lunch?” Those were her only choices now. Face her fears and use the bathroom or have an accident in the diaper and have to be cleaned up by Heather. With her heart thumping she nodded her head. “That a girl.” Heather praised as she took the girls hand and led her inside. Rose must have told her she had a tendency to bolt, Ella thought.
Ella gripped Heather’s hand tighter as they neared the door that said, “Women,”. “Oh, honey, it’s okay. It’ll be okay.” Heather whispered, feeling Ella’s hand begin to sweat. “Would it help if you closed your eyes and I carried you?” Ella shook her head. That’s what Rose usually had to do, but Ella doubted it would help. She began to breathe harder as Heather opened the bathroom door.
“What’s wrong?” Danielle asked stepping away from the sink as she dried her hands with a paper towel.
“She’s scared.” Heather said, as Ella had stopped walking and stood transfixed to the spot.
“Of what?”
“The bathroom.” Heather replied.
“Uhh, what, why? That’s weird.” Danielle said.
Ella could feel hot tears begin to prickle in her eyes. All she had to do was walk in and sit on the toilet. She had done it a million times in her life, so why?
“Aww honey, it’s okay.” Heather said lifting her up. She was astonished at how light she was. “It’s okay, you don’t have to worry about this right now.” Heather whispered. Ella buried her face in Heather's shoulder and let out silent sobs. “Can you go get us a table please, I’m just going to take Ella outside for a minute.”
Danielle shrugged and walked to the hostess booth as Heather walked back to the van. She opened the side door and set Ella down on the seat. Ella squirmed and planted herself on the edge. “Ella, honey, don’t do that, it’s okay.” Heather said, leaning over her. “Do you need to..umm… GO go?” Ella shook her head. “Then what’s the problem? Just go ahead and go if you need to.”
Ella picked up a pencil and wrote in the back of her book. “It’s gross and embarrassing.” Heather couldn’t argue with her there.
“I know, but if you can’t use the bathroom, you don’t have any other options.” Heather said. She waved a hand through Ella’s hair and down her tear streaked face.
“I tried.” Ella mouthed.
“I know you did.” Heather said. “Tell you what, how about we walk around the building a bit, and after a lap, we come back and I can get you cleaned up. Or, if you want some privacy, you can stand on the other side of the van by yourself, take a deep breathe, and just relax and get it over with.”
Ella thought about it for a moment, until she realized she didn’t have a choice. She wished she could just take the stupid thing off and squat beside the van, but it was a busy parking lot, and people would wonder why she couldn’t go a couple extra feet inside and use the bathroom. She sniffled and got up out of the van, before motioning that she’d be on the other side. “I’ll be here if you need me.” Heather said.
Ella paced back and forth for a bit before stopping. Was she really gonna do this? A spasm from her bladder told her she didn’t have a choice. She looked left and right to make sure no one was watching her. Once the coast was clear, she leaned her back against the van, spread her legs a little, shut her eyes tight and let nature take its course. |
Ella stood helpless as her body’s need took over. She was as still as a statue, horrified and unable to move a muscle as the garment between her legs did little to absorb her emptying bladder. She knew she was in trouble mere seconds after beginning to relieve herself. Urine had began to stream down the left side of her thigh, down her leg and into her socks and shoes. She could do nothing about it as a puddle began to form at her feet. Her body was not willing or able to stop despite the pleading of her mind.
It wasn’t until she had finished did the tears begin to fall. She was soaked from the waist down. Either the diaper had been too loose, or it had shifted to the side from all her squirming. Ella didn’t know what to do. After a full minute of standing shell shocked, Heather had begun to ask if everything was okay. Everything was not okay. All she had was the clothes on her back, and now they were ruined. She couldn’t go into Denny’s like this.
“Ella, I’m coming to check on you.” Heather said. She knew it had only been a matter of time, but Ella just couldn’t get herself to go to her, so after five minutes, Heather had come to see what the problem was.
“Oh.” Was all Heather had said. Ella hung her head. She didn’t say anything or make any attempt to communicate with her new mom. Ella’s face grew warm. Without warning, Heather had lifted up her now ruined skirt. “This did not work as planned, did it?” She gave a light tug and the diaper plopped off onto the ground. Ella looked down at it, most of it hadn’t even been used. “Did you try to take it off before you went?”
Ella shook her head. She wanted to tell Heather it was loose, but as usual the words wouldn’t come.
“I won’t be mad if you did, just tell me the truth.” Ella shook her head again, feeling a tad bit annoyed. She pointed at the diaper, moved her hands apart to show it was too big, but Heather didn’t seem to understand. “Well, let’s see if we can get you cleaned up.”
Ella stripped off her shoes and socks after being prompted to do so and watched as they were unceremoniously thrown in the back. After a few seconds, she audibly whimpered and jumped from foot to foot. The hot pavement had began to quickly scald the bottoms of her feet. Heather stopped searching the trunk and rushed to pick her up.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking!” Heather said. She set Ella down feet first on the carpet. Ella began to whimper in pain. “I know, I’m so sorry, I’ll get you off your feet in a second. Shoot, where is it?” Heather said. She quickly tore through the contents in the very back before pulling out a blanket. “I got it!” She hurried back around and draped it over the back seat, motioning for the teary eyed girl to lay down. Ella did so, whimpering as Heather examined the bottoms of her feet. She could already tell blisters were forming.
“Oh, Ella, I’m sorry. This is a rough day, huh?” Ella sniffed and nodded. The tears finally subsiding as the burning settled down into a dull throb. “I’ll bet you’ll feel better once you’re cleaned up.” Ella blushed, feeling her skirt slid off her body. Now naked from the waist down, with only Heather partially blocking the view from the outside world, Ella shut her eyes and pretended it was Rose. She was used to this kind of treatment from Rose, but that had been in the privacy of her hospital room. She jumped a little as a cold, wet wipe ran up and down her leg, but she quickly relaxed as the coldness felt heavenly compared to the scorching outside air. Ella didn’t even care that Heather had now reached more private areas. She just laid limply on the seat, letting Heather move and position her as she saw fit. Part of her wanted to ask if Heather would rub one up and down her back, but a clean wet wipe of course. The temptation was too much, once Heather had finished, she rolled onto her stomach and pointed at her back.
Heather chuckled and obliged. Ella was practically drooling as the cold wipe went up the back of her shirt.
“Allright, it’s time to get you dressed. Flip back around.” A pang of sadness filled Ella’s chest, but did as she was told. Heather opened up the diaper as Ella looked away, feeling embarrassed once again. “Will you promise to keep this one on?” Another surge of annoyance rushed through her, ruining her small moment of bliss. She reached down for the note pad and a pencil and began to write a note.
“I didn’t try to take it off. It was too big.”
“Ah.” Heather said in realization. Looking at the new diaper as she taped it between Ella’s legs, she lightly tugged at the straps and gently moved the crotch as it easily slid off to the side. “This is a bit big on you.” Heather agreed. Ella nodded, happy that Heather finally believed her. “It must have moved when you were squirming against the seat.” Ella nodded again in agreement. “So I guess we need to keep you from moving.”
Heather went into the back again and came back with a pair of shorts and flip flops. These are Danielle’s. We spent the night in a motel last night on the way up here, so she has a spare set of clothes from yesterday. They will probably be a bit big on you though.” Ella didn’t mind as long as she didn’t have to go out in public in just a shirt and diaper. Once dressed, she sat up to meet Heather’s gaze. “Ella, here’s what needs to happen for the time being.” Ella looked at her, worried she was about to be scolded. “You’re going to have to pee is small intervals. Do you understand what I mean?” Ella shook her head. Intervals? “Sorry, it’s been a while since i’ve been around small children. Like, in small amounts. Don’t hold it until you can’t anymore, the diaper can’t handle it; It doesn’t fit you right. Since we don’t want a repeat of last time, and it’s really not fun having to hold it, just relax every so often and try to pee. Let it absorb in small amounts, do you get what I’m saying? Don’t wait until you have a full bladder.”
Ella nodded, but was unsure she could do it. She definitely didn’t want to disappoint her new mom, or ruin her new sisters clothes.
“Danielle’s probably wondering what happened to us. Let’s get some lunch.”
Heather hadn’t been joking about the shorts being too big for her. She literally had to hold them up by the waist to keep them from falling down as Heather carried her into the diner.
“Aren't those my clothes?” Danielle asked when Heather set Ella down in the booth.
“She needs to borrow them for the time being until we go shopping.” Heather answered.
“What took you guys so long? I’ve been waiting for like twenty minutes. The waiters been by like three times to ask if I’m ready to order.”
“Sorry, we had some things that needed taking care of.” Heather said picking up the menu.
“Here,” Danielle said sliding a kids menu and crayons over to Ella. Ella frowned, she hadn’t ordered off the kids menu since she was like seven. As an active soccer player, she had had a high metabolism and ate like a horse, but that had been before she had gotten sick.
Ella thought fondly of going out for pizza after a game with the team. She hadn’t sat in a restaurant in what felt like years. She briefly looked over the menu, but nothing really struck her fancy. She didn’t eat much anyway. Instead of deciding on something to eat, she worked on the word search as Heather and Danielle talked about what looked good. When the waiter came by, Heather ordered a cobb salad and Danielle chicken strips. Ella merely shook her head when asked what she wanted.
“Ella, aren't you hungry?” Heather asked. Ella shook her head. She felt too emotionally exhausted to eat. “You’re not feeling car sick, are you?” Ella shook her head again, only for Heather to order a kids cheeseburger for her and a cup of milk.
While her new family seemed to be lost in conversation about the school Danielle went to, Ella continued working on the puzzles on her menu. Once she had finished those, she flipped over the page and began doodling patterns. She wasn’t paying much attention to what she was doing, just filled the page with little different colored squares as a way to pass the time.
Once the waiter brought the drinks did Ella notice how thirsty she was. She eagerly reached for the cup that was handed to her and began gulping it down. She wasn’t really a fan of milk, but the cool liquid soothed her parched throat. In less than a minute, she had downed the kids drink portion and looked around the table for something else to quench her thirst.
“How many soda’s did you drink while you were waiting for us?” Heather asked. Ella looked up, noticing for the first time just how many empty cups were on the table.
“It’s hot.” Danielle shrugged, sipping on the brown liquid in her glass.
“Why don’t you drink some water instead,” Heather said. “Soda is just going to dehydrate you faster.” Danielle wrinkled her nose, and Ella shuddered. She remembered what it was like being dehydrated from getting sick too much. Dehydration meant I.V. fluids, and I..V. fluids meant a needle. Ella reached for the unclaimed glass of water that was closest to her and began to down it.
“So what school will Ella be going to?” Danielle asked in between sips of her soda.
“I’m not sure we can get her into a school right now.” Heather said after a pause.
“Why not?” Danielle asked. “Is it because she’s not potty trained?” Ella nearly choked on her straw.
“Something like that.” Heather admitted. Ella felt her face blush bright red. She wanted to say she was to potty trained, but her throat closed up once she tried to summon the words. She almost never had accidents unless she was sick! She could use the bathroom just fine as long as it wasn’t...in the bathroom.
“So that's why she;s in a diaper?” Danielle asked bluntly. Ella’s mouth nearly dropped open. Why were they talking about her like she wasn’t here?
“Just for the ride home, i’m not sure what we’re going to do once we get there..” Heather said.
“I’m not changing diapers!” Danielle said wrinkling her nose.
Ella began furiously scribbling on the page. “I don’t need diapers! I don’t have accidents!” She shoved it into the middle of the table feeling frustrated.
Danielle seemed to relax at first, but asked with a smirk, “So then why are you wearing one now? And why are you wearing my clothes?”
“Because they made me!” Ella wrote.“I can use the bathroom just fine!” she lied.
“Then why were you crying earlier?”
“Danielle, please knock it off. Don’t antagonize her. She’;s in a new environment and has trouble speaking up when she needs things, that’s why she’s dressed the way she is.” Heather said.
“You just admitted she wasn’t potty trained.” Danielle said back.
“Look, can we not discuss this here. It’s a complicated situation.
She just needs time to adjust to her new surroundings.”
Ella hung her head, twirling a crayon in her hand. Her eyes burned from the tears that wanted to break through her defenses, but she fought them back. She had to prove to her new sister she wasn’t some little kid. Heather seemed to sense she was upset, as she felt a large hand begin to stroke her head. “It’s okay, she just doesn’t understand your situation. Don’t worry about what she thinks.” Ella heard whispered in her ear. Ella shrugged and pretended it didn’t bother her, even though it did.
Once the food came, the others dug at their meals, but Ella merly picked at her fries. They were good, but she didn’t really have much of an appetite. Butterflies seemed to fill her stomach to the brink. She was going to live with these people who were practically strangers, one who thought she was just a little kid. A sudden pang of despair filled her chest. She missed Rose already.
“Will you at least take three bites of your hamburger?” Heather asked. “The doctor wants you to gain some weight, remember?” Ella nodded, feeling a bit relieved. As long as she didn’t have to eat this huge thing at once. If this was only the kids size, she’d hate to see how large the regular portion was.She took a small bite, surprised at how much better it tasted than anything that was served to her at the hospital. Was this what flavor tasted like? She took another bite and then another. Soon she had consumed half without even realizing it. Ella felt like she was going to burst. She hadn’t eaten this much in years. She pushed her plate aside, and leaned her head against the wall.
“You did good!” Heather said, nodding approvingly at the dent she had made in her meal. Ella gave her a weak smile and closed her eyes, a sudden wave of exhaustion hitting her like a ton of bricks. She was just about to doze off, but stiffened when she heard Heather whisper in her ear, “It’s been thirty minutes, have you gone yet?.” Ella blushed, but shook her head. “Please try. If you think you’ll need a change before we get back on the road let me know. I don’t want you to leak in the rental.” Ella didn’t think her face could glow any brighter. She was used to bluntness in the hospital, but for some reason this felt different.”
Ella looked away from her, pretending she hadn’t heard anything. Instead, she picked up a french fry and dragged it through the ketchup making circles on her plate. “Would you rather give the bathroom one more try?” Ella dropped her french fry. She froze at the thought of going back in there, despite wanting to prove to Daniel she was potty trained. Ella dropped her head in defeat and gave it a small shake. “I want you to go one more time before we leave. You too, Danielle.” Heather said raising her voice.
“Huh?” Danielle asked, looking up from her phone.
“Bathroom, go.” Heather said pointing towards the back of the restaurant. “We’ll be driving through that stretch of desert again. I don’t want any accidents because you drank half your weight in soda.” Danielle seemed to grumble in embarrassment, but got up and headed towards the bathroom.””We’ll meet you back at the van!” “
“There, will that make it easier?” Heather asked, turning back to Ella.” You’ve also had quite a bit to drink.” Ella didn’t respond. “How about while I’m in the restroom, you head back to the van and wait for us? Would you rather try alone?”
Ella nodded her head eagerly. Maybe she could just say she went while outside. She scooted herself out of the booth once Heather stood up, the diaper crinkling under her. Ella walked briskly back to the van, wincing at the dry heat wave that met her face once she opened the door. Once there she stood debating on what to do. Maybe she should do as Heather asked, and at least try. She inwardly groaned. All this thinking of peeing had made her actually have to pee. She glanced around, spotting a large bush. Another thought of ripping the damn thing off and squatting behind it crossed her mind. She had peed off the side of the trail several times when hiking with her mom.
Her heart ached as she thought of her mom. She usually tried to avoid thinking about the past; it hurt too much.
“You all ready?” A voice asked behind her. Ella jumped a little and turned to find Heather and Danielle. While her new sister hopped in the front this time, Ella was suddenly lifted into the air, blushing as she felt a hand go down her shorts. “Ella,” Heather said more sternly. She slunked down and buried her head in Heather’s shoulder. “I’m trying to be as patient with your situation as I can, but if you won’t use the diaper I’m going to have to take you into the bathroom whether you like it or not.”
It was like a switch had suddenly been flipped. Ella cried and tried to force her way out of Heather’s arms, thrashing and clawing at anything she could reach. “Ella! Ella, stop! I’m going to drop you! Calm down! Please! I take it back, I won’t force you! Please calm down!” Heather tightened her grip around Ella until she could hardly move. Ella’s breathing was erratic as she continued desperately to get away.” Please calm down, I’m sorry,” Heather whispered, trying to rub the thrashing girls back. “Shh. breathe, Ella.” Heather continued to rock her back and forth. “I think you’re having a panic attack.”
Ella continued to cry, but no longer fought Heather’s arms. It had only been a few hours and she was already in trouble. What if Heather didn’t want her anymore? What if when they got back in the car, she drove her back to the hospital?
“It’s ok. It’s ok.” Heather said. “Does it really scare you that much?
Why? What happened to you, little one?” They remained silent. “Tell me, what do you want? If you won’t use the bathroom or the diaper, then what?” Ella moved and Heather let her down. If it would make her new mom happy, she’d do it but first- Ella made sure no one was looking before she let go of the waistband on Danielle’s shorts. letting them fall to the ground before stepping out of them. She walked a few steps over to the grass and sat in it. At least if it leaked, it wouldn’t make such a mess. She gave a small push and relaxed. The crotch of the diaper grew warm as she watched it expand. She was pleased to feel this time it hadn’t leaked. In fact, it hardly felt as if she had gone at all other than feeling a little heavier around her waist.
“Was that so bad?” Heather asked. Ella shrugged and stood back up. Her face burned as Heather knelt down and began poking and prodding at it. “I think this will work this time. I only have one spare left, so let’s make this one last a bit longer. Remember, no squirming and go in small amounts every so often. Ella frowned at the thought of being stuck in a wet diaper the rest of the way, but said nothing. Once she was buckled back in the booster seat, Danielle hopped in the back beside her and they were off. Now with a full stomach and empty bladder, Ella quickly drifted off to sleep. |
Ella woke with a start and gasped for air. A distant voice echoed in the back of her mind. “Let mommy make it all better.” She struggled to remember what she had been dreaming about, but it quickly drifted away like sand running through her fingers. In seconds it was gone completely. She felt an unsettling chill run through her.
Mommy, why did you leave me?
Ella quickly forced her mind to other things, but it kept going right back where she didn’t want it. Back to the day of the fight between her soccer coach and her mom.
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She had been seven years old, long black hair tied into a ponytail that swayed in the wind. She ran up and down the field, dribbling the ball between her feet and around the orange plastic cones before stopping when she came to the end. She felt utterly exhausted. Ella used to be able to run these drills with ease, but now she struggled to find the energy to even stand after running only a few laps. Her face gleamed with sweat. She pulled up her shirt a little and wiped it away. She hurried over towards the cooler, her mom and coach in serious conversation nearby. They were off to the side, talking in hushed whispers. She filled a little paper cup and took sips, pretending not to notice.
“Look I’m not accusing you of anything,” Her coach was saying. “but some of the other parents and I have started to grow concerned. She’s just not the same player she was last year.”
“She’s just been feeling a little under the weather lately.” Diane said.
“Look, I need to ask, has everything been ok with her home life?”
“Yes, everything’s fine. I don’t know what you mean.” Diane said sounding confused. “She sleeps more. Usually passes out after school and practise.”
“Well, is there any reason she might be depressed? Sleeping a lot could be a sign of depression, or using it as a way to escape a bad situation at home maybe.”
“She’s seven!” Diane said, raising her voice. “Maybe she’s just coming down with something. She’s not trying to escape from anything!”
“Mrs. Marsh, please, it’s just, the others and I have been noticing some bruising on her and-”
“SHE’S SEVEN!” Her mom yelled back. “Of course she has bruises! She plays sports, climbs trees, goes hiking! Are you trying to imply I am abusing my daughter?” Ella had never seen her mom this mad. She looked down at the massive purple and green bruise that wrapped around her knee cap and half way down her leg. She had fallen last week riding her bike. Another brown and green one roughly the size and shape of a dollar splotched across her forearm. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten that one, but she was positive her mom had nothing to do with it.
“I fell off my bike.” Ella said speaking up. They both looked at her.
“I am a good mother!” Mrs. Marsh hissed through gritted teeth at the coach before grabbing Ella’s hand and leading her towards the car.
“Mom, we’re not done with practise!” Ella said.
“You are now, I’m taking you off the team!”
At first Ella had thrown a fit. She liked playing soccer, and going to away games. She basked in the praise every time she scored a goal, and loved going out to eat with the team after every win. She was so mad, she hadn’t spoken to her mom for the rest of the day, even though she hadn’t really been enjoying it this season. She wouldn’t admit she was kind of relieved she’d no longer have to struggle as she fell behind her other team mates. Last season she had been one of the best players, but this season, she spent more time on the bench during games than not. Who would have known not playing soccer was the least of her problems.
The real trouble came just a week later. Her mom had scheduled her a doctor’s appointment after school. Bribed with the promise of ice cream, Ella held still and tried not to cry when her blood was drawn. An hour later, with a large smile plastered on her face, she held her half chocolate half vanilla cone in hand, relieved now that the worst was over. She’d never have guessed that the very next day she would be told she had cancer.
Ella hadn’t really understood what that meant, but her mom had immediately broken down in sobs. At first she thought she had done something wrong, but the next thing she knew, she was being held in a vice like grip. Her mom rocked her back and forth, “Not my baby, please no, not my baby.”
She remembered her whole team coming to her first chemo appointment, coach and all. They had all signed a giant get well soon banner that took up half the wall. Her coach had spent most the time begging her mom for forgiveness and told Ella her spot on the team would be waiting for her once she felt better.
Ella had originally thought the worst part was the IV. She hadn’t had a clue what this was going to do to her. All she had understood was that she would be coming to the hospital everyday for a needle. It wasn’t until an hour in to her treatment did the nausea hit her and without warning, she projectile vomited on Ernie Miller. Once her mom wiped her down with a washcloth, she distinctly remembered her whispering, “I didn’t like him anyway.” She had gotten many letters that week from classmates wishing her well and congratulating her on her aim. Apparently her mom was not the only one who didn’t like him.
The nausea had quickly replaced her fear of needles. Unable to keep anything down, the pounds had begun to fall off her frame, leaving behind a ghost of who she had been. On the days her mom would have to leave for work, Rose would come up periodically and keep her company. She had really talked her ear off back then. So why couldn’t she talk now? She also remembered Rose helping her steer her IV pole into the bathroom. Had she been scared then? She didn’t think so.
She found it mildly unsettling she had to pee with an audience, but soon she had become so weak she needed the help. Once she had even wet herself just from the effort of walking and left a trail from her bed to the bathroom. Ella had mumbled an weak apology, shaking and hanging on to the older woman’s arm for support, but Rose told her not to worry about it. From then on, Rose would pop in every couple hours and have her use a bedpan.
Sometimes on the weekends she would fall asleep in her bed at home, and wake up from a nap only to find she was now in the living room being held and gently rocked in her mom’s arms. Diane would then lightly run her fingers through Ella’s hair, trying to hide the clumps that came out as she did so. Sometimes it was her humming that would wake her up, but on other days it was her sobs. She started going to work less and less, and soon she was at home taking care of Ella full time. Diane would drive her to chemo first thing in the morning, and then they’d have the afternoon just the two of them. Ella’s favorite would be to curl up with her mom in the Lazy Boy recliner and be read to, letting the rocking of the chair and her mom’s voice lull her to sleep.
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Ella jumped when she felt Danielle grab her hand. Her new sister looked at her with mild concern in her eyes.“What’s wrong?” she asked.
What? Did she have something on her face? Why was she looking at her like that? Ella rubbed at her face, surprised to find fresh tear streaks. Had she been crying? She turned her face away and dabbed at her eyes. Why had she been crying? She dried away the evidence, and tried to plaster on a fake grin. No wonder, Ella thought. She had been thinking of her mother.
“Ella, are you ok back there?” Heather asked. “Do you need a change?” Ella blushed, but shook her head. “Are you sure? You’ve been asleep for a while. I can get off at the next exit an-”
“Yes please!” Danielle nearly shouted. Ella looked over at her to find her legs crossed.
“I told you not to drink all that soda.” Heather teased. “We’ve got another diaper back there if you need it.”
“Ha. Ha.” Danielle said sarcastically.. “Please, can you get off at the next exit?”
“No can do.” Heather said.
“What, what do you mean? Don’t joke like that.”
“I’m serious. Read the sign.” Heather said. Danielle groaned as she saw the Road Work warning signs and Freeway Exit Closed Ahead. What was worse, traffic had come to a complete stand still.
“You’ve got to be kidding. Just my luck!” For every couple minutes, the van seemed to only move an inch. It was Karma for her earlier comments, Ella thought. When she had noticed the clock in the dashboard, it had been nearly three hours since they left the restaurant and she hadn’t gone at all either like she was supposed to. Heather was sure to check if she had gone. She felt kind of bad for getting to pee while Danielle was suffering, but she didn’t want to find out what would happen to her if she again hadn’t done what she was asked. So Ella closed her eyes and pretended she was asleep as she tried to relax as best she good. She had only meant to let a little bit out at a time, but once she had managed to get a stream going, it wouldn’t stop. She felt the diaper expanding underneath her shorts as she anxiously watched for leaks. She felt a little begin to pool under her butt, but compared to last time, it was nothing. It may not have leaked a lot, but this diaper was definitely done for.
She cringed. It felt gross to sit in it. Everytime they hit a bump, the unabsorbed liquid seemed to slosh against her. Whatever discomfort she was feeling, it was nothing compared to Danielle, who had taken to squirming and holding herself.
Ella managed to pick up her drawing pad off the floor with her feet and managed to get close enough her hands to grab. She pulled the pencil out of the ring on the side and began to draw the grey Honda next to her. She began to make a few lines when she suddenly stopped and doubled over in her seat. Her stomach making its displeasure with her hamburger known. What had she been thinking? Her stomach wasn’t used to greasy foods! She let out an audible groan that surprised both Danielle and Heather. She had to go and she had to go now! Her stomach continued to groan as she liquid pressure trying to escape her backside. No! Not in the car! Not in the middle of traffic! Her eyes began to water.
“Ella, what’s the matter? Are you feeling sick?” Heather asked, looking at her through the windshield mirror. Ella held up two fingers. “Did you have an accident?” Heather asked worried. They had made a deal that she wouldn’t do that in the diaper, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep her promise. Ella shook her head, her eyes wide and pleading. Ella was pretty sure Heather had swore. “Not now.” Heather moaned.
“What’s wrong?” Danielle asked continuing to squirm herself.
“She needs to go number two, and by the looks of it, badly.”
Dannielle scrunched up her face. They couldn’t keep the windows rolled up if she did that in the car, but they’d melt if they rolled them down. Danielle looked around outside before speaking up. “I’ll take her on the other side of the barricade.” she said pointing at the roadblock that went at least waist high. There’s some shrubbery over there.”
“I don’t know.” Heather said, looking over and biting her lip, but Ella was already trying to unbuckle herself.
“I really gotta pee, mom. And I really don’t want to smell dirty diaper all the way home.”
“Fine, but stay close! Don’t wander off.” Heather agreed. Ella was already out of the car seat before Heather had even pressed the button to open the door. “Help her over the barrica- never mind.” Heather said before Ella launched herself over with ease, before she and Danielle raced towards cover. Danielle squatted down with her shorts around her knees almost as soon as she reached the plant. By the time Ella had managed to catch up to her, Danielle had already finished and was pulling her pants back up.
Ella let the shorts drop as she hurriedly stepped out of them, revealing the diaper underneath. She desperately tried to pull at the tapes, but they wouldn’t come undone. She whimpered, she didn’t have much time left. Just when she thought she was going to have an accident, Danielle came at the nick of time, and with one strong tug, the whole thing fell away. She barely had enough time to point her butt in the bush before showing the desert ground exactly what she thought of this heat. Danielle had quickly turned around and pretended to be fascinated by the distant horizon.
Once Ella was sure she was done, she reached over and plucked the diaper off the ground, using the driest part she could to clean herself. Once she was satisfied she wouldn’t track any residual back into the car with her, pulled the shorts back up and they headed back to the van. It had only moved about ten feet in their absence.
“You girls feel better now?” Heather asked.
“Trust me, you did NOT want Ella to do that in the car.” Danielle said. “I feel sorry for that bush.” Ella felt her cheeks grow red.
“I’m sorry you had to do that, Ella, but we appreciate it. Do you think you’ll be okay now?” Ella nodded and patted her stomach, relieved it was no longer doing flips. “Do you think you’ll need another diaper? We should be home in another 2 hours, if traffic ever clears up.” Ella shook her head. “Are you sure? I can still get off whenever I get to another off ramp and help you.” Ella shook her head again, glad to be rid of it. She had made sure to pee in the desert earlier. “Well let me know if you change your mind. I called Dad and sent him to the store with a list of supplies to pick up for you before we get there.”
“So you really don’t need diapers, right?” Danielle whispered to Ella as she finished buckling her back in. Ella shook her head. Danielle seemed the breathe a sigh of relief. “Cause you know, we’re sharing a room and everything. I was afraid it would smell like dirty diaper.” Ella shook her head again. “So why are you wearing them now?”
“Just for the car ride.” Ella wrote on the side of the page.
“So, what happened back at the Denny’s? You were freaking out outside the bathroom.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Ella wrote, before closing her notebook.
“O...kay” Danielle said with a bit of attitude.
The rest of the car ride went by in silence, Danielle watched another movie, and Ella went back to sleep. The day so far had been exhausting. It seemed she had only just closed her eyes before she found herself being shaken awake.
“We’re here!” Heather said. “Welcome to your new home, Ella!”
Ella’s eyes went wide taking it all in. The outside lawn looked like a professional landscaper took care of the place. A bed of small colorful flowers lined the walkway leading to the green front door. The house itself was a modest size, but Ella thought it was perfect compared to the hospital. The inside had dark hardwood flooring, and the biggest tv Ella had ever seen. She looked around taking in all the furniture and family portraits.
“Hi, I’m Charlie,” a red headed man said suddenly, making Ella jump as she scooted closer to Danielle. “A little shy, but that’s okay! I only bite a little!”
“Ignore him.” Danielle said, rolling her eyes playfully. “And don’t laugh atl his lame jokes, you’ll only encourage him.”
“I’m hurt!” Charlie said, feigning insult. “Oh, the stuff is in the girls room by the way.”
“Oh good, thank you for picking that up by the way.” Heather said, giving him a small peck on the lips before heading down the hall.
“Was it hot out today?” Charlie asked Ella. She slowly nodded, while Danielle groaned.
“I thought I was going to die!” she exaggerated.
“Honey! What’s this?” Heather called from the back of the house. Charlie and Danielle went to investigate, so Ella tagged along behind them and peaked into the room. Sitting atop the bed amongst the pile of clothes, was a small colorful chair of some sorts.
“Oh, that’s the portable commode you asked me to get.” Charlie said matter of factly.
“This isn’t a portable commode, this is a training potty.” Heather said, raising her eyebrows.
“Yeah, you said we needed to work on that with her.” Charlie said. “So I got a training toilet.”
“This is for toddlers.” Heather said stifling a laugh. “I think she’ll be too big for this. I meant the medical commode, the pink thing with the rails so you can move it.”
“They wanted over a hundred bucks for that. Seemed awfully expensive for a temporary problem. “ Charlie said. “That was ten.”
Danielle snorted. “It has butterflies on it.”
“C’mon, Ella, have a seat.” Charlie said patting the top of the chair.
“What am I going to do with you?” Heather said shaking her head. “Out, both of you. I’d like to talk to Ella and get her ready for bed.”
Ella was relieved when the two of them wished her good night, and headed out the door.
“Would you like to soak in the tub for a bit and get washed up?” Ella quickly shook her head. “So it’s not just the toilet then, is it?” Ella didn’t answer, but stared at the floor instead. “ I guess it would be too much to ask tonight to give the toilet a try as well.” Ella bit her lip refusing to make eye contact. She wasn’t ready for all this the moment she walked inside. “Well, I had planned on having something ready for you so we could start slow and work our way up to it, but as you can see.” Heather waved her hand at the children’s potty and Ella couldn’t help but smile. It was kind of funny.
“Well, the bathrooms down the hall to your left, when you feel up for it. For now though...Do you want another diaper for tonight? I got some just in case. I’m sure they’ll fit better than the last ones.” Ella quickly shook her head no. “Well, if you’re not going to wear one to bed, I want you try going...somewhere.” Heather said. Ella picked up the plastic toilet and opened the lid. “I think you’re a little too big for that.” Heather chuckled. Ella agreed and set it down on the floor. She sat on the bed, beginning to feel sleepy. She wanted nothing more than to lay down and close her eyes. She didn’t care at this point. Ella pointed at the package of diapers.
“Ok, were both tired, we’ll start working on this tomorrow.” She pulled a pull up out and laid it on the bed. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go grab a washcloth.” Ella stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes, only opening them once she felt her shirt getting pulled over her head.
“Here, this will probably help you sleep better.” Heather said running the warm wet rag over her chest and down her stomach and arms. “Let’s get all that sweat off you.” Once Heather deemed her front half cleaned, she had her roll over onto her stomach and did the same for her back. Ella stiffened once she felt her shorts being pulled off but didn’t fight. She tried to think of all the things she would draw tomorrow while Heather cleaned her lower regions. Next she tugged the pull on up Ella’s legs and helped her into a long night shirt. Heather rubbed the top of Ella’s scalp as Ella settled under the covers. “Welcome home, Ella ,I think you’ll be happy here. Good night.”
Ella was fast asleep before Heather had even finished closing the bedroom door. |
While Ella had quickly fallen asleep the night before, she had not stayed asleep for long. Recurring nightmares still plagued her dreams, leaving her with a looming sense of dread. She could never quite recall the images her mind whipped up in the night, but they were enough to make her uneasy. It always started the same. Her mother’s voice calling her from the bathroom, and the never ending walk down the hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. Usually after that, nothing. This time was different though.
Ella hugged her knees to her chest as she recalled the voice still ringing in the back of her mind.
“Let mommy make it all better.”
It was soft, gentle, and a little unnerving.
Ella had awoken to a chill creep down her back she was sure had nothing to do with the weather. Now she sat up, with her back against the headboard, watching the sun begin to slowly trickle in as she listened to the caws of the crows perched in the trees. She found their calls calming. It was a reminder of her freedom. She had forgotten what it was like to listen to the early morning birds, or perhaps she had never taken the time to appreciate it before now. Her usual morning greeting had consisted of only the incessant beeping of the clothespin like device that had fallen off her finger at some point in the night.
Ella looked down at her arms in realization. There was nothing tethering her to this bed. No cords, no iv’s, no blood pressure cuffs. She could get out of this bed if she wanted to and explore. She took in her surroundings. While Ella had the bed underneath the window, Danielle’s was pushed up against the opposite wall, with its owner still fast asleep. A small bookcase and two nightstands separated their beds. A cell phone sat charging a top piles of papers and empty cups on Danielle’s nightstand while Ella’s was bare. She pulled open each of the drawers to find them all empty. A few shopping bags full of clothes and a torn package of diapers leaned against her bed, along with a trash can.
A thought occurred to her. She reached up to the waistline of the diaper and pulled it down, before pulling it back up. Her bladder had been nagging at her, ruining her good mood despite waking up from another nightmare. She had two options. She could get up and try and use the bathroom on her own, or wait for Heather to tell her what to do. Ella was so used to having to wait for one of the nurses to tell her where she would pee depending on what medications they had given her. All Ella had to do was tell them she had to go. Sometimes they’d bring a bed pan, while other times they’d disconnect her from the monitors and help her onto the chair. Sometimes she’d even use the bathroom, but that was rare and usually involved a fight.
“You know most kids only put up this much of a fight when they’re about to get a shot.” Rose had once said while she nursed a scratch to the face. “You’d think we were asking you to march to your death rather than sit on the toilet for a few minutes.” It wasn’t the toilet. It had never been about the toilet.
Ella knew if she wanted a fresh start she’d have to get over it; whatever “it” was. Maybe it would be easier without the added pressure of another person. With her mind made up she slowly and quietly got out of bed and tiptoed across the room. Wearing just a t shirt and diaper she snuck down the hall, pausing only once she reached her destination. Her heart fluttered as she looked into the dark room lit only by a nightlight. She could see the outline of the toilet ahead. She could do this! All she had to do was run in, pee, and run back out. No one was up yet, she wouldn’t even have to close herself in.
The fear began to set in like vines coming up from the floor and wrapping around her legs. No matter how much she struggled to move forward an invisible barrier kept her in place. She wanted to cry. There was nothing there! All she had to do was move forward a few steps, and yet, she couldn’t. She wanted to do it, and yet, part of her would rather swim through an ocean full of sharks.
“Ella, what are you doing?” Heather asked.
Ella jumped feeling startled by the sudden appearance and began to leak. She crossed her legs, attempting to gain control. Her heart beat frantically and a feeling of guilt began to overwhelm her. Had she not been allowed out of bed?
“Were you trying to use the bathroom?” Heather asked sounding hopeful. Ella nodded despite not being able to get past the doorway. Heather flipped on the bathroom light and held out her hand, but Ella shook her head. She had lost control the moment Heather had scared her, the evidence of which had begun to run down her legs. Heather let out a defeated sigh and wrinkled her nose.
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up before anyone else wakes up.” She grabbed Ella’s hand and begun to pull her toward the bathroom, but Ella stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide as if seeing some kind of invisible monster. “If you’re scared, you could wake up Danielle or I to come with you. You don’t have to wait until it’s too late.” Ella shook her head, and began to back away. “Maybe things will get easier once you get adjusted to your new surroundings. You’re in a new house, with a new family. I don’t blame you for being scared.”
Heather bent underneath the sink and retrieved two wash cloths. She ran one of them under the faucet and dropped the other on the floor by Ella to mop up the small puddle. Next Heather grabbed a trash bag and handed it to Ella. “Go ahead and pull that off and put it in the bag.” Seeing that the hallway was empty, Ella awkwardly pulled down the soiled diaper and dropped it into the bag leaving her in nothing but a t-shirt. Heather then traded the bag for the wash cloth with instructions for Ella to wipe herself down and meet her back in her room while Heather threw the bag away outside. Ella quickly cleaned herself before hurrying back into bed and hid under the blanket.
Ella had a feeling Heather was annoyed with her. She curled into a ball and waited, time seeming to tick by more slowly. Just when she thought Heather wasn’t coming back, a light flicked on overhead. She could hear Danielle groan and roll over.
“Go back to sleep, I just need to help Ella with something.”
Danielle grunted her approval and retreated back under the covers to block out the unwelcome light.
“What to do.” Heather mumbled to herself before grabbing another pull-up. “Go ahead and pull this on. Maybe they’ll fare a little better during the day rather than overnight.” Ella held it up, trying to tell the difference between the front and back. She gave up after a few attempts before lifting up her butt and sliding them on. “Try not to wait so long next time. If you’re scared just come get me. Or Danielle.” She added.
“Hey.” Danielle mumbled. “What are you volunteering me for?”
“Ella needs help in the bathroom at the night.” Heather said.
“She has diapers.” Danielle groaned back.
“For emergencies. We want her to use the bathroom like a big girl so she can get back into school.” Heather said looking down at the other lump.
Ella cringed. Why were they talking to her like she was a little kid?
“I need you to be a good big sister and show her there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Heather said, before clearing her throat. “I was hoping you’d take her with you and-”
Before Heather could finish Danielle threw off the blanket and sat up. “No.” she said flatly. “If you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting…”
“I was hoping she’d... follow your example.” Heather said. “Please.”
“Mom, that only works for toddlers! She’s ten! Not really what I had in mind when you said you wanted me to bond with her! I thought you meant I’d be doing her nails or something.”
“And you can. “ Heather said with a grin. “In the bathroom.”
“Then why don’t you, ‘show her there’s nothing to be afraid of’.” Danielle said with air quotes. “You’re her mother now.”
Heather stammered. “Because I’m an adult...and it’s different...it would be...inappropriate. Besides I think it would work best if it was someone around her own age. ”
“The answer’s still no, and it’s not like she’d even be willing to follow me in, right, Ella?”
Ella nodded and pointed at Danielle to show Danielle was right.
“See, she said she would! That settles it!” Heather said, but both Danielle and Ella were on their feet protesting in their own way. “I’m kidding. Calm down.”
“What makes you think that would even work?”
“The nurse taking care of Ella said she tried just about everything in the hospital. Even bribery.”
“What did she do? Hide in the bathroom and wave a candy bar out the door?”
Pretty much, Ella thought. She looked around until she found her sketch pad and art supplies at the foot of the bed. She couldn’t explain with words what it was she was afraid of, but maybe she could draw it. She furiously scribbled as the two of them argued back and forth. Once she finished a rough sketch, she took a black crayon and filled in some of the blanks. As Ella finished, she held it up.
Danielle and Heather looked it over, both of their faces creasing in concern. “See this is why I want you to show her there’s nothing to be afraid of!” Heather insisted.
There on the canvas was a sketch of a bathroom, but in the center stood a tall black silhouette with many arms reaching out of the drains towards the girl who was held in place by an additional pair of hands coming up out of the ground.
Ella wasn’t sure why she had drawn what she had, the idea just popped into her head and she needed to get it out. She had only meant to draw the hands holding her in place, but the rest just seemed to flow out.
“What is that supposed to be?” Danielle asked. “Slenderman?”
“I don’t think so.” Heather mumbled quietly. “Look at the hair. It’s a woman.” |
“But why do I need to go to the doctor too?” Danielle grumbled as they rode in the car. “I’m not sick.”
“I know you’re not, but you need a physical to play soccer, and since I need to bring Ella in I figured it would be easiest if I brought you along too.” Heather said. Danielle grumbled something else from the front passenger seat Ella couldn’t quite make out before moodily staring out the window.
Ella inwardly groaned and scratched at her neck. She knew it had something to do with the picture she had drawn. She had only meant to show them she felt paralyzed while standing in the doorway. Drawing all the other stuff just felt right at the time, but now she was regretting it.
They pulled into a parking lot across the street from a park. Ella had to crane her neck a bit to see out the window. Since the booster seat had come with the rental, it had been returned with the car. She didn’t want to admit it, but she kind of missed sitting higher up. Now she struggled to keep the seat belt away from her neck which was irritated and itchy. Once she had freed herself from the restraints, she gave the side and back of her neck a few good scratches before she took a look at where they were heading.
This area looked a little shabbier than where they had come from. The parking spots all had faded lines. Ella could hardly tell where one spot ended and another began, but Heather had seemed to have figured it out. As they walked, Ella had to avoid stepping in crater sized pot holes and nearly tripped over a chunk of asphalt. She checked her pockets to make sure the miniature notepad Heather had given her to communicate with was still safely tucked away along with a pencil.
Ella frowned when she saw the building they were walking towards. It was large, reddish brown, and designed to look like wooden planks. The color reminded her of dried blood. It felt ominous.
“Mom, I’m not getting a shot, right?” Danielle asked.
“That’s up to the doctor.” Heather said, before turning to face Ella. “She’s afraid of needles.” Danielle shuddered. “Last time it took three people to give her one little shot.”
Danielle scoffed. “There was nothing little about it.”
“One itty, bitty, teenie, weenie shot.”
“That was a huge fricken needle!” Danielle protested.
“She cried the entire time.”
“Mom! Seriously! It was huge and painful. That lady just jabbed it into my arm!”
“She wouldn’t have had to jab it into your arm if you hadn’t been struggling to run away.”
“I was like seven or eight.”
“She was ten.” Heather whispered to Ella who grinned. While not a fan of them herself, Ella had grown accustomed to them over the years. Shots were nothing to blood draws, and blood draws were nothing to ivs. Nowadays, she hardly even flinched. She would be glad to swap fears with Danielle.
Ella was surprised to find that the inside of the building was quite a bit nicer than the outside. From the street, Heather opened a door that led into a courtyard. Lots of plants and flowers grew on either side of a man made waterfall and into a pond that trickled underneath a red bridge. A few ducks swam by underneath them while they were crossing over. Ella would have found the area relaxing if it wasn’t making her have to pee.
Heather had told her that morning she wouldn’t force the issue when they were in public, but in exchange, she’d have to make an effort at home. Rose would have been proud of her for trying on her own, but Heather wanted more from her than peeing herself in front of the doorway apparently. Ella had felt discouraged. She thought she was trying her best, but after needing another change before they left that afternoon, Heather seemed frustrated. While it was tempting to just go in the pull up, she didn’t want to put her in a bad mood, even if Heather had said she could. The idea of being introduced to a new doctor in a wet diaper didn’t thrill her either.
Once inside, Heather ushered her and Danielle to a couple of seats before making her way over to the receptionist desk.
“Hi, can I help you?” a voice asked that Ella couldn’t see.
“I’m here to check in my daughters. Danielle Graceland and Ella Marsh.”
Ella’s heart thumped. Heather had called her her daughter! She couldn’t help but smile a little.
“What are you so happy about?” Danielle asked. Ella shrugged and tried to catch more of the adults conversation.
Heather appeared to be writing a check and talking in a low whisper to the lady behind the counter. She strained to listen, but frowned when she made out the words, “difficult to handle” and “in over my head.”
“So, are you like, afraid of getting sucked down the drain or something?” Danielle asked. Ella gave her a puzzled look. How old did she think she was? Five? She shook her head. “Then what’s the deal with that picture?” Ella shrugged again. “So are you really scared of the bathroom?” Ella nodded. “Why? That’s weird.”
Ella sighed and pulled out the notepad. “Wish I knew.” She wrote back.
Danielle bunched her eyebrows up in confusion. “You don’t know why you’re scared? Didn’t you draw some kind of she demon in our bathroom?”
Ella shrugged again before writing her response. “ It just does.”
“What if you closed your eyes?”
“Makes it worse.”
“Why?”
Ella ignored her. She didn’t want to talk about it. Instead of answering anymore of Danielle’s questions, she busied herself as she tried to scratch her backside by rocking back and forth in the chair. What she really wanted to do was stick her hand down the pull up and scratch, but she’d have to make due with this.
“Ella, are you okay?” Heather called out from the front desk. Ella gave her a thumbs up and tried to sit still. “I don’t know what to do. Even if I took her back...” Heather said turning back to her conversation. Ella pretended to be interested in the magazines on the table next to her.
“Hold off on that, the doctor will want samples from both of them anyway.” the receptionist said.
“I can’t promise you I can get either of them to cooperate. Danielle’s about as scared of needles as Ella is of a toilet.”
Ella wanted to protest. She was not afraid of toilets!
“Let me talk to the nurse practitioner, she might have an idea.” The receptionist got up and left so Heather came back and joined them in the seats. They sat in silence for a few minutes before a door to the back opened.
A woman in medical scrubs in her mid thirties appeared and propped the door open with a stopper. In her hand was a small, white, specimen cup. “Oh, Danielle, I have something for you.” Danielle got up and took the cup from her. “I assume you know what we want from you.”
“Yeah.” Danielle mumbled.
“First door on your left. Put it on the counter when you’re done. We’ll let you know if you’re pregnant or not.”
Danielle snorted and disappeared down the hall.
“You are so grounded if you are!” Heather yelled after her.
“Hi, you must be Ella!” the nurse said. Ella nodded but sunk down into the chair. “Don’t worry, honey, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I don’t bite.” Ella gave her a weak smile. “My name is, Paige, i’m the nurse practitioner here for Dr. Lawson. It’s nice to meet you, Ella.”
Ella nodded her head again, unsure what they wanted her to do. She looked nervously between the two women who seemed to be whispering to each other.
“How would you like to play a game while we wait for Danielle?” Ella shrugged before Paige brought out a large strip of gauze from her pocket. “Would you mind moving those chairs back? Yeah against the others is fine. Perfect.” she said once Heather had opened up a large space in the waiting room. “The object of the game is to not get caught by the one who’s blindfolded. One person will keep the blindfolded person from walking into anything, and the other will try to escape. Does that sound fun?”
Ella nodded. She had never heard of doing anything like this in a doctors office.
“How about we have Heather be ‘IT’ first. I’ll guide her by the arm, and you try to escape. I’ll set my timer for three minutes, and if you can avoid getting tagged, you win.”
Ella watched curiously as Paige blindfolded Heather with the gauze.
“Ready or not here I come!” Heather said, stretching her arms out like a zombie as Paige led her towards Ella.
“You better move or she’ll get you and you’ll be it!” Paige said.
Ella quickly scooted back away from the two as Heather blindly groped the air.
“I’m close, I know I am!” Heather said as she reached in the completely opposite direction. Ella smiled and side stepped away again before bounding to the other side of the room.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Danielle asked standing in the doorway of the waiting room.
“We’re playing tag.” Heather said walking to the sound of her voice. “And you’re IT now.” she reached out and tapped Danielle’s arm before peeling off the blindfold. Ella silently laughed as Paige tied the blindfold onto a very confused looking Danielle.
“Seriously?” Danielle asked giggling. “For real?”
“Come get us. You’ve got three minutes.” Heather said as Paige took Danielle’s arm. Ella smirked and danced around the room weaving in and out of Danielle’s reach. She didn’t think she had ever had so much fun in a doctors office before. Soon she and Heather had managed to trap themselves in a corner with Danielle inching her way closer to them.
“Age before beauty.” Heather said before lightly pushing Ella into Danielle.
“Hey!” Ella said as she gently collided with her sister. She was surprised the words had come out.
“I told you she could talk!” Danielle said. She ripped the blindfold off her face. Ella looked sheepishly at Heather, but Heather merely smiled.
“She’ll talk when she’s ready to.” Heather said.
“All right, Ella, you’re turn to be blindfolded.” Paige said. Ella grinned wide as Paige tied the cloth over her eyes. She attempted to make a beeline to where Danielle and Heather had been standing, but Paige had begun to spin her around and around until she didn’t know what direction was which. She giggled as she staggered forward, now out of breath, with Paige leading her by the arm. She reached out waving her arms left and right.
Ella stopped laughing as Paige continued to guide her straight. She didn’t think the waiting room was this long. “Oh no, they moved left!” Page said. Ella eagerly turned left, grasping at the empty air as Paige led her on. Suddenly they stopped. Ella was about to reach for the blindfold, but Paige began to spin her again. She giggled as she gasped for air, her side hurt from laughing so much. She wobbled a little once she stopped spinning, now tired and disoriented. And then it happened so suddenly Ella’s brain didn’t have time to process it. She felt her pants and pull up unceremoniously yanked down to her knees before Paige had lowered her onto something cold, and hard.
Alarm bells began to ring inside Ella’s head. She had been blindfolded and led into the bathroom! The familiar feeling of panic began to rise in her chest. She tried to bolt, but Paige was holding her down by the shoulders. She was crying now and fighting against her, but she was no match for Paige’s grip.
“Shh, shh, Ella, it’s okay. We just need a urine sample and then I’ll let you up. It’s okay. I’ve got you, nothing’s going to hurt you. ”
Ella was bawling now, fighting with all her might. She couldn’t breathe! Something was reaching for her in the dark! She ripped the blindfold off and met Paige’s eyes. How could she do this to her?
“Aren’t you tired from all that running around?” Paige whispered. Ella was tired although she continued to fight, but with every second that passed she felt weaker and weaker. Despite the adrenaline, she knew she couldn’t win. Ella slumped against Paige’s hands and cried.
“Let me up!” Ella pleaded.
“I’m sorry, Ella, but I can’t let you up yet, but good job on using your words. Heather says you don’t talk much.”
“You’ve gotten farther than I have.” Heather said coming from the hallway. “Any luck?”
“No, she’s too uptight. Something in here definitely has her freaked out. Would you mind turning on the faucet? Maybe that will help. I think she’ll bolt if I let go.”
Ella whimpered at the sound of the rushing water and shut her eyes tight. “The hardest parts already over, honey. You’re already in here, and the more you struggle the longer you’ll be stuck here. This is the easy part, all you have to do is pee. You’ve done it thousands of times. You just need to calm down a little and relax. Try and match my breathing, okay? Take a deep breath in through your mouth...and exhale. That’s it. A few more times. Take a deep breath. Good job.
Now picture you’re on an island. You’ve just woken up from a nap. You’re so groggy and the warm sand is so comfy. You sit up and listen to the waves…”
Ella tried to picture herself on the beach as Paige whispered in her ear. She was shaking less and less. Her breathing was evening out. She pictured the waves crashing on the shore as Page continued to whisper. “You’re so comfy, but then you realise as you sit and listen to the waves you have to pee. You have to pee more and more with every passing second and with every wave that hits the shore.”
Ella found herself unconsciously jiggling her legs as she listened.
“You begin to feel desperate, but you don’t want to get up. You look left and then right. You’re all alone. And then you realize... you don’t have to get up. You’re in a bathing suit, and no one’s around. You can just rinse off in the water later when you’re not so tired. Your eyes are so heavy and your bladders so full. The temptation builds with every crashing wave until it all becomes too much to bare. You spread your legs out in the sand and give in…”
Ella looked down at the sudden realization of what was happening. Her legs, that were cinched tight in a ball a moment ago, had relaxed and opened in time with the story. Imaginary Ella, who sat on the beach peeing into the sand, had become real life Ella, sitting on a toilet peeing into a plastic tray tucked underneath the seat. She sighed in relief as the weight inside her drained away. She hadn’t realized she had had to go so bad.
Once she had finished, she tapped Paige on the arm. She wanted to get the hell out of here. Paige was skeptical at first, but once she saw the full tray between Ella’s legs, she let her go. Ella tried to make a break for it, but tripped over her pants still around her knees. Heather had caught her mid fall before she hit the floor. She jumped back up and streaked out the bathroom and into the hallway uncaring who saw her.
“You did good, kid.” Paige said dumping the trays contents into a specimen jar. “Now I’m just going to test this an-” She stopped mid sentence as Ella began to take the opportunity to scratch at the part of her butt that had been driving her crazy. Ella suddenly felt a hand pull up the bottom of her shirt. “Uh-oh, mom.”
“What?” said Heather taking a look. “Oh no, are you serious?”
“Afraid so. She’s covered in them.” Once Ella had managed to hoist her pants back up, she took a look at her skin in the better lighting. Little, red, raised bumps covered her arms. “Poor things got the chickenpox.”
“But don’t they vaccinate for that now?”
“Not if she was undergoing chemo. We need to go over her records. She might need the MMR as well.” Ella shrugged.
“Well speaking of chickens.” Heather said looking at the door of the room Danielle was waiting in.
“You’re not the only one facing your fears today.” Paige said giving Ella’s shoulder a gentle pat. “Someone needs some blood work and a tetanus shot.” |
Only took me a year to update this...
Chapter 8
Sitting in nothing but a paper gown was bad. Listening to Heather and Danielle fight was worse. All illusions of what a mother daughter bond should look like quickly dissolved before Ella’s eyes .The tension in the air was so thick she could feel it wrap around her lungs and begin to squeeze.
“Why can’t I see the doctor by myself?” Danielle demanded. She stood in the corner, arms crossed and still fully clothed.
When the medical assistant had led them in and handed them each a gown, Ella had wasted no time stripping down. Danielle had merely scoffed at the idea.
“Because I said so!” Heather hissed. The reasons seemed to change every time Danielle asked the question. At first, the answer had been because she was too young, then it had switched to the doctor being male. “He’ll be here any minute. Get changed!” An exacerbated Heather growled.
“I’m not changing in front of you guys!” Danielle protested.
“Nobody cares what you look like in your underwear! Why are you pretending to be shy? I caught you streaking down the hall last week!”
“Mom!” Danielle whined, drawing out every syllable. “I don’t want to change in front of her! I’m on my...you know.”
“So what! You’ve seen her in a diaper! I doubt she cares if you're in a pad!”
“But it leaked…” Danielle mumbled.
Heather groaned and swore under her breath. “Just get changed!’”
Ella looked from Heather to Danielle as they glared at each other, each silently fighting a battle of wills. Danielle was the one to finally cave. She grabbed the gown off the table and spun around while mumbling under her breath. Ella was at first relieved in a way when she had seen the bulge in Danielle’s underwear. At least she wasn’t the only one who needed some kind of diaper. Perhaps her situation wasn’t that weird. Speaking of weird though, she eyed Danielle’s underwear for a second before she inwardly gasped and looked away. She could feel the color draining from her face. What she had thought was a tie dye design was none other than splotches of blood.
Ella groped blindly in the air until she felt Heather’s arm. She anchored herself to the woman, ignoring Heather’s worried concerns and waited until the room righted itself again. Her stomach began involuntarily doing somersaults. She stared at her bare feet as she felt a hand press against her forehead.
“Poor thing,” Heather said. “You’re running a fever.”
Why was she worried about her? Couldn’t she see her daughter was bleeding? Her mind flashed back to the time she had pneumonia. She had been coughing up blood then and it had caused a panic. Was it like that? Was she hurt? What kind of disease did she have? Was she terminal like Ella had been once labeled? She looked up at Heather with a face full of concern and panic.
“I know, being sick is no fun, huh?” Heather said. Ella shook her head and pointed at Danielle.
“What’s wrong?” Ella silently mouthed.
“I ask myself that everyday.” Heather grumbled. “ Don’t worry about her, she’s just being ornery because she knows she’s getting a shot.” Ella shook her head and pointed more frantically.
Heather hadn’t seen! She didn’t know Danielle was sick! “What’s wrong? I don’t understand.”
“Did little Timmy fall down the well?” Danielle threw in sarcastically.
“Danielle!” Heather hissed before turning back to Ella who was now pulling the notepad out of her shorts pocket that were on the floor.
She’s bleeding!
Heather looked at the note perplexed until realization dawned on her. “Don’t worry about that.”
Is she sick?
Heather smiled a little and shook her head. “No, she’s not sick.” Ella looked at her puzzled.
“What? What’s wrong?” Danielle asked. She got up and looked at the notepad before burying her face in her hands. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to get changed! This ones on you! I’m not telling her!”
Tell me what? Ella thought.
“There’s nothing wrong with Danielle. I promise. How about we worry about you. You’re covered in chicken pox!” Heather said as she attempted to change the subject. Ella wasn’t taking the bait.
Why is she bleeding?
“I’ve had her for one day. One day and I already have to have this conversation.” Heather moaned.
“If you just would have listened to me and-” Danielle started but was cut off with a glare.
“What’s happening to Danielle is perfectly normal. She’s not hurt or sick, she’s just growing up is all.” Heather explained. Ella cocked her head to the side confused.
“I’m fine, I’m just on my period.” Danielle said.
What’s a per Ella had begun to write, but jumped when the door had suddenly swung open.
“Miss Danielle!” An elderly man said walking in and giving her a handshake. “Hop up on the table and have a seat!”
Ella noticed the color of Danielle’s face drain as she did what she was told.
“Wish she’d listen to me like that.” Heather said. Danielle rolled her eyes.
“Uh-oh! Has someone been giving their mom trouble?” Dr. Lawson asked.
“When is she not?” Heather said.
“Stop it.” Danielle grumbled.
He smiled as he glanced through a small white folder. “Looks like someone’s headed into their teenage years So let's see here. You are here for a physical, yes?”
Danielle nodded as she hugged the paper gown to her chest.
Convinced that Danielle was ok afterall, Ella picked up the notebook she had dropped and began using the spiral edges to get at the hard to reach itch on her back.
“Don’t scratch.” Heather whispered to her before taking the notebook away. Ella frowned as she tried not to focus on the crawling sensation in her skin. She examined her arms. How had she not noticed all the red bumps that now coated every inch of her skin?
An audible moan coming from the table made Ella lookup. The doctor was filling out a form and Danielle looked none too pleased about it.
“Blood work.” Heather whispered as he tore off the form and handed it to her. “We’ll go get this done as soon as we get out of here.”
“No.” Danielle whimpered. “Please no.”
“The sooner you get it out of the way the sooner you’ll feel better,” Dr. Lawson said, He put down the thin chart and picked up a much larger collection of paperwork. “Now who is this little lady?” He wheeled around on his stool and slid in front of Ella. She blushed and slid down further into her seat.
“This,” Heather said placing her hands on the cowering girl's shoulders, “is our foster daughter Isabella, our newest edition to the family. We just picked her up yesterday.”
“Congratulations, how long will she be staying with you?”
“Well, depending on if things go in the next couple of weeks, hopefully permanently.” Ella frowned at this. What did Heather mean by If things went well? Was she or wasn’t she part of the family?
“Ah, I see.” He said. “Well it’s very nice to meet you, Isabella.” Ella reluctantly took his extended hand and shook it. “Well according to all this paperwork you’ve had quite the childhood so far, poor thing.” Ella merely shrugged. “The good news is, according to your latest labs, your blood count looks normal. Very good. Very good. What’s not so good,” He said, before stretching out her arm. “Is this.”
“Twenty four hours with us and she’s already picked up some disease.” Heather said, sounding depressed.
“Not to worry, she probably picked it up at the hospital. Just bad timing really. Unfortunately, nothing I can really do for her. It’s one of those things where it’s just going to have to run its course. I can prescribe an ointment for the itching though.” He explained while examining her arms.
“There was something else I wanted your advice on.” Heather said. “ A few things really.”
“Go on.”
“I haven’t been successful in getting her to use, or even go in, a restroom. Not even the one at home. I really don’t know what to do.” Heather said.
“Yes, I read about that in her chart. Some kind of toilet proximity anxiety disorder.”
“She drew this this morning when I asked her about what she was so afraid of.” Heather said, pulling the picture out of her purse. “What do you think it means?”
He studied the picture a long while before responding. “I think I agree with her original psychiatric assessment. Isabella most likely endured some kind of emotional or physical trauma that’s being repressed and is manifesting in the form of an irrational fear of restrooms. My suggestion would be finding a good psychiatrist and family therapist.”
Heather bit her lip. “You don’t think she was abused in that way, do you?”
“Unfortunately, it is possible. I could give her a thorough examination if you’d like. Check for any signs of sexual abuse. I imagine they would have done that in the hospital, but I’m not seeing any notes or findings in the information they faxed over.”
“If you wouldn’t mind. I’d feel much better knowing just what we’re dealing with, but God, I really pray she wasn’t.”
Ella watched a bit apprehensive as Dr. Lawson opened the door and yelled, “female exam!” down the hall. She liked the situation even less when he donned latex gloves. It was never a good sign when someone put on latex gloves. “Danielle, you would mind trading places with Isabella please. Thank you.”
Ella stood, feeling awkward as she watched Dr. Lawson lower the table. “Go ahead and lie down on your back. Paige will be coming in just a moment, ah, here she is.” The nurse practitioner from earlier stuck her head in. “Please come in, I need to examine Miss Marsh here.” Once she heard the door close he continued. “Isabella, would you be okay if I took a quick look? I promise I will be very gentle and very fast.” She looked at him uneasily. In her experience, whenever someone said they’d be gentle, they were usually far from it. She looked at Heather, looking for some kind of sign as to what she should do.
“It’s okay, Ella, go on. He just wants to make sure you’re not hurt anywhere.” Ella grimaced, but nodded her consent before lying on her back.
“Now i’m just going to push your gown up a bit, there we go.” She heard a sudden ripping noise as her soggy pull-up was taken off and thrown in the trash. She grimaced as the cold air chilled her bottom half. “Is she having trouble controlling her bladder and bowels, mom?” He asked as he took some wipes from a drawer and began cleaning her.
“I’m not sure to be honest. The hospital sent her home in diapers and she’s been using them so far, well reluctantly.” Heather answered. “I think it’s because she’s afraid.”
“I wouldn’t suggest it.” The doctor said, throwing the wipes away. “I think it will do her more harm than good. She might regress, or become dependent on them. Our end goal is to get her used to the idea of the restroom. We want to show her, no matter what may have happened in her past, she is safe. What we don’t want is to encourage her to go whenever, and wherever she is.”
“So then what do I do if she won’t use the restroom? We can’t have her having accidents all over the house.”
“Well, there’s a good chance there will be accidents. Bed wetting is quite common in children following a big life change. So if you wanted to keep her in pull ups overnight, that would be understandable, but for the day, it would be better to use some kind of container. A bucket even would be better than a diaper. As long as she is associating a specific item and place she can...eliminate. I think the key here is safety. Maybe once she feels safe and in a routine, you can begin moving closer and closer until eventually you have her inside the bathroom. Then ultimately she won’t need it.
It’s like someone who avoids public restrooms because of germs; it all comes down to their personal safety. Even I have avoided quite a few unsanitary gas station restrooms in my time. Eliminating waste, across all species, drastically requires letting your guard down and for some unknown reason, Isabella here does not associate restrooms as a safe place where she can let her guard down.”
“That’s an understatement.” Heather said. “She bit me when I tried to take her this afternoon.”
Danielle let out a snicker.
“Just give her time to adjust to her new surroundings.” Dr. Lawson said before turning his attention back to Ella. “Now, Isabella, I’m going to press around your stomach. You let me know if anything hurts.” She closed her eyes as he pressed around her upper belly and sides. “Good, you’re doing good so far, oh- Does this hurt?” Ella nodded, wincing as he pressed again below her belly button.
“What? What is it?” Heather asked as he continued, more gently to feel around.
“Do you know when your last bowel movement was?” Ella blushed and stared at the ceiling.
“Umm, yesterday, on the way home.” Heather said, looking to Danielle for confirmation.
“Did she soil herself?”
“No, uh, we were stuck in traffic. Danielle took her to some bushes on the side of the road.”
“So you do know when you need to go one and two?” Ella nodded. “So how did you handle taking care of business in the hospital? Were you in diapers?” She shook her head. “Did you use the toilet? No? How about a bedpan?” She turned her hand side to side. “Sometimes?” She nodded, before making a circle with her arms and holding on to imaginary handles. He looked puzzled for a moment before realization dawned on him.
“Good good, it’s what I thought. And you had no trouble with this, correct? No fear?” Ella shook her head again. “So do you think you could use that at home if you had the option over diapers?” This time Ella nodded her head eagerly. “What if it was in the bathroom? Is it the toilet you're scared of?” She shook her head. “So you wouldn’t use it if it was in the bathroom?” She shook her head again.
“Isabella, when was the last time you spoke? More than one word. When was the last time you had a verbal conversation?” She thought about it before lifting up a finger on one and two in the other. “One to two years ago?” She nodded. “Why is that?” She shrugged. “If I gave you something to write with would you explain? Are you just feeling shy?”
Ella motioned in the air like she was writing and Heather gave her back her notepad and pencil.
Words won’t come out. Even when I want them to.
“So you do want to communicate? It’s not that you won’t talk, it's that you can’t?” Ella nodded.
“But I’ve heard her talk.” Danielle said. “I’ve heard her say ‘no” and, ‘hey’”
“Well, let’s focus on one thing at a time here. Isabella, I’m going to take a quick peek at your privates. I promise I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just going to make sure you aren't hurt anywhere, ok?” Ella nodded. She counted the ceiling tiles as she felt herself being spread open, and then it was over. “I didn’t see any sign of external injuries or scaring, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t abused, unfortunately.” He said to Heather. “90% of sexually abused kids won’t show any external signs.”
“That’s very high.” Heather said.
“Alright, I just need to check one more place. Can you turn on your side and get into the fetal position? Yeah, just like that. I’m going to do the same thing with your back side, just a quick peek and… done. Good job, Isabella. The hard parts are over.”
She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him pulling off the gloves.
“Now then, let’s talk about the first issue. Your belly. When you last went number two, was it normal?”
“N-oo-oo!” Danielle answered for her. “Explosive. It was nasty! Nothing’s going to grow there now!”
“Shush.” Heather said.
“No, this is good to know. When was the last time before that?” Ella shrugged. She didn’t keep track. “You don’t remember? Ok, so I felt quite a bit of stool in your colon and I think that’s what’s giving you belly pain and giving you the runs. Do you need to go number two?”
Ella shook her head.
Please don’t make me go back in there, she thought.
“If we brought in the commode you used in the hospital, do you think you could go if you tried? We have one.” She shrugged. “Would you be willing to try?” She grimaced a little.
“Better you go here than at home where we don’t have one.” Heather pointed out. She had a
point, Ella decided, before nodding her agreement.
“According to her chart they did give her a laxative in the hospital a couple days ago, but it sounds like nothing happened. They made a note that they suspect she’s been purposefully holding it. Sounds like she might have enupresis. I’d like to prescribe some laxatives, but not if she’s just going to hold it in. She might start having fecal leakage if she doesn’t clear the blockage.”
Heather wrinkled her nose. “I hope she goes while we’re here. I’ll have Charlie swing by the pharmacy and get a portable toilet, but that won’t be until later tonight.”
“Well, if she doesn’t go on her own, I can have Paige administer a you-know-what.” He said before mouthing the word to her. “It’s pretty compressed.”
Heather grimaced as Ella looked from Heather to Dr. Lawson.
“Here you go, hun.” Paige said wheeling in the all too familiar commode. “Hop on up.” Ella was about to obey until she realized a problem. Four problems in fact. She shook her head taking a few steps back. She motioned her hand around the room. Sure she was willing to try, but was the audience really necessary? She could probably go in front one, but four people? Even she had boundaries.
“How about you and Danielle go work on that blood work downstairs? Leave Isabella here with us, hopefully we’ll be all situated by the time you come back.”
“I guess that would work. Are you okay with us leaving for a bit, Ella?” Ella nodded her head and gave the thumbs up, just to make sure she got the point across. “Well, alright. And if you feel she needs it, go ahead and give it to her. Better to get it over with I guess.”
“We’ll give you some privacy.” The doctor said, leading Danielle and Heather out.
Give me one what? Ella thought as the door shut leaving her alone with Paige, “This doesn’t scare you, right?” Ella shook her head, shifting from one foot to the other. Now that it was in front of her and most of the crowd had dispersed, she realized just how badly she had to pee.
“You were pretty freaked out back there earlier, so how about you show me you can sit on it before I go work on paperwork for a few minutes. You look like you gotta go.”
Ella shrugged as she opened the lid, revealing the few inches of water Paige had already put inside. She bunched up the paper gown toward her stomach and sat down on the plastic seat. Ella inwardly cringed as urine trickled down almost immediately. She had meant to just sit, only going once Paige had left, but it seemed muscle memory had won out in the end.
“Good job, that was a lot easier than earlier. I didn’t even need to turn on the faucet. You must have really had to go.”
Heather had been practically forcing water down her throat.
“I’m going to step out for a bit and give you some privacy. The doctor wants you to try and go number two. I’ll be back in ten minutes to check on you.”
They sure were making a big deal about this Ella thought. As long as they didn’t make her go in there though she was happy. And she tried. She really did. She didn’t want to be desperate to do that at Heather’s. She didn’t want to have that kind of accident, and she had promised.
Something Heather had said flashed back in her mind. If all goes well.
What had she meant by that? She would be a permanent member of the family if all goes well. What if she had that kind of accident after she had promised not to? Then that would mean things had not gone well. Would Heather drop her back off at the hospital for doing that?
Ella redoubled her efforts, but still, she couldn’t go. She couldn’t do as Heather wanted. Then came the knock and Paige came back.
“Hey there, any luck?” Ella shook her head and stared at the floor.
“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” Paige said, squatting down next to her. “Are you not feeling well?”
Ella sniffled and wiped at her face. She had gotten herself so worked up she had started to cry.
“Here.” Paige said, handing her the notebook and pen. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
I don’t want to go back to the hospital!
“You’re not going to go back for this. We’re going to give you some medicine to make your tummy feel better.”
They were going to give her laxatives. Those wouldn’t work for several hours. She would be back at Heather’s by then and then… If All Goes Well… She’d have to go number two and… she couldn’t go in the restroom. ..If All Goes Well… She wouldn’t be able to hold it. She’d have that kind of accident. She’d break her promise. If All Goes Well...
Ella burst into uncontrollable sobs.
“I know the medicine’s not going to be very fun, but it’ll be worth it. I promise.” Paige said. She tried to rub Ella’s back, but the girl shook her head and continued to write.
It’s going to make me have an accident after I promised I wouldn’t! Heather is going to take me back to the hospital and leave me! I don’t want to go back!
“Ella, no! Why do you think that? She isn’t going to change her mind and take you back. Especially not over an accident.”
She said I would be a part of her family only if things went well. I tried to use their bathroom! I’ve tried to use all the bathrooms! I can’t! I can’t do it! I can’t breathe!
“I don’t know why you feel like that, but that’s why we’re here. We’re here to help you figure it out and move past it.” She placed a hand on Ella’s scalp and gently rubbed her head. “It’s gonna be okay. Moving in with a new family must be scary, huh?” Ella sniffled and nodded her head. “I can promise you one thing. The medicine I’m going to give you won’t make you have an accident at home. It’s gonna make you go here and now. It’s gonna make your stomach feel a lot better too. You wanna give it a try?”
Ella nodded as Paige patted the table. “Hop up. Lay on your side and bring your knees to your chest like you did before. That’s it, just like that.” Ella silently groaned as she heard the sound of latex gloves being put on. Just what had she agreed too? She glanced behind her and saw what looked like a bag of water connected to a hose. Ugh, an IV Ella thought, before she felt Paige lift up the back of her gown and exposed backside. All Ella had time to think was, this doesn’t seem right, before the nozzle was inserted into her rectum. She let out an audible moan as she felt the liquid begin enter. I’d rather have the IV, she thought as she grabbed her stomach. The cramping had begun. Paige had been serious when she said it was going to make her go here and now.
She wanted to go! She needed to go! Badly! She let out another moan.
“Almost done, you’re doing good, just a little bit more.” Ella didn’t think she could take it anymore. Sweat poured out of her, making the paper gown stick to her skin. Her stomach violently cramped and churned. She’d probably be even to use the toilet if they set her on it.
“Good job, it’s all done!’ She whimpered as she felt the nozzle being pulled free. “You can go sit on the bucket now and let it out.”
Ella moaned. She couldn’t move! If she moved even a fraction of an inch it would come out. Every muscle was tensed and trained to hold the fluid at bay.
“Think you can make it?” Paige asked. “Ella gave a tiny shake of her head. She wasn’t going to make it even two steps! She barely registered the sound of something being slid across the floor and before she could even process what had happened. she was lifted up and sat on the bucket just as her body said no more!
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Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door followed by Danielle, Heather, and Dr Lawson. Ella was passed out on the table, now fully dressed. The bucket was now nowhere in sight. “Did it work? Did she go?” Heather whispered.
“Ohhh yeah.” Paige said eyes opened wide like one who had witnessed a terrible battle . “She must have been backed up for weeks. She’s gonna be a bit raw down there for a bit. Fell right to sleep after.”
“Thank you.” Heather said.
“There’s something I want to show you though.” Paige said, handing Heather the messages Ella had written.
“Ella, no.” Heather said gently caressing the young girl's face. Ella opened her eyes and found Heather standing over her. “Ella, I’m not taking you back to the hospital.” she whispered, rubbing the girls back as she helped her sit up. “No matter how many accidents you might have. It’s okay. You’re part of this family now whether you like it or not. You’ve been a part of this family since the first time I met you six months ago. When I said “if all goes well” I meant with Child Services, not with you. Yes, there’s still a few hoops we have to jump through to make it official, but that’s nothing for you to worry about.” She leaned down and pressed her forehead against Ella’s before softly kissing the top of her head. “You're my daughter now and I love you.”
Ella sniffled as the tears ran down her face. “C’mere.” Heather said as she wrapped her arms around Ella and picked her up. Ella threw her arms around Heather and rested her chin on the woman’s shoulder. “I don’t know what happened in your past, Ella Marsh, but we’re going to get through this together.”
How long had it been since she had been held like this? She was the happiest she had ever felt. She was about to close her eye.s and drift back to sleep when something snapped her out of her moment of bliss. It was there and then gone in a flash. Maybe she had imagined it, but deep down she knew she hadn’t. Across the room was Danielle, and in her eyes, even if just for a brief moment was a look of hate |
Chapter 9
Danielle had been quiet since they had returned to the waiting room. If she had been angry with Ella before, she didn’t show it. Her attention was now drawn to the fold of her left arm, cradling her elbow in her right hand, as if it might pop off at the joint at any second. A small, white pad of gauze stuck to the inside crease by a clear line of tape.
“The doctor wants to follow up with Ella in two weeks since she can’t have a live vaccine yet.” the secretary said.
“You’re lucky you didn’t have to get a shot.” Danielle said, looking away from the offending injury for the first time. Ella noticed her face looked ashen and pale, as if she had been held down and tortured downstairs. She supposed to Danielle, she thought she had been.
Ella wanted to point out that she had just been violated by what felt like a garden hose, but didn’t have the energy to fish out her notebook. It hurt to walk. It hurt to sit. It just hurt. She wondered why they had bothered to check for an injury before turning her into a human water balloon and not after. It made no sense. Instead, she lifelessly gave her head a small nod at Danielle, who seemed pleased that Ella understood she had gotten off easy.
“He also suggested you pick up a tube of Lidocaine topical ointment from the pharmacy. He’s written her a prescription for that as well to help with any pain or irritation. As for the chicken pox, he suggests an oatmeal bath to help alleviate the itching.” The secretary said. Suddenly she stood and beamed at Ella.
“I heard you did really well in there!” She praised. Ella sunk down a little lower in her seat. The secretary laughed before turning back to Heather. “She’s such a cutie! How old is she?”
“Ten!” Heather answered turning to smile at Ella.
“Ten!?” the lady said, sounding shocked. “She’s so tiny though!”
They both stared at her now. Ella hid behind her arms. The sudden attention made her uncomfortable. The only people she normally interacted with were a rotating staff of regular nurses, and they usually didn’t find her so cute after she had sunken her teeth into the flesh of their arm. Rose was the only one who had been up for the challenge and she had learned very quickly to wear long sleeves.
“Well, I better get this little one home. She looks beat.” Heather said. Ella nodded, wanting nothing more than to just curl up in bed.
“Before you go, since you were such a trooper, would you like a treat?” The lady held out a box towards Ella’s direction. Ella looked blankly at her followed by Heather. Her new mom smiled and gave her a nod of encouragement.
Ella slowly stood up, grimacing as she hobbled over to the chorus of, “Aww’s,” and “Poor Thing.” Without looking, she pulled out the first thing her hand came in contact with. It was a Ring Pop.
She smiled weakly, placing her palm on her chin before moving it outward. “Thank you,” was only one of the few things she knew how to properly sign. The rest she tended to mime out the best she could. “Fake it ‘till you make it!” as Rose used to say.
Danielle rose to her feet. “Can I have one too?”
The secretary glanced up, looking surprised as if noticing Danielle’s presence in the room for the first time. “They’re for the younger kids.” She hurriedly thrust the box back under the desk and busied herself with paperwork.
“O-oh,” Danielle said softly. For a split second a look of hurt flashed across her face at the abrupt denial. Ella wondered for a brief moment if she had imagined it as well as it had come and gone as quickly as the earlier look of malice. “It-Its okay, we always go out for Baskin Robbins after.” She held up her bandaged arm for clarification.
“Not today, Danielle, I need to get Ella home.” Heather said, turning to leave. “We have plenty of junk food at home.”
Ella felt a small surge of gratitude. Unless that trip to Baskin Robbins included a scoop down the back of her pants, the thought of ice cream sounded about as unappealing as Paige walking through that door and saying she couldn’t leave until she pooped one more time. She felt even more grateful when Heather scooped her up after she saw her attempting a painful waddle.
The sour look stayed on Danielle’s face a few seconds longer than last time, before returning to its usual self, albeit with a tinge of a frown. Ella had to hand it to her; she could sure bounce back. Maybe she felt as terrible as Ella did and decided ice cream didn’t sound that great after all.
“I’m supposed to watch what I eat anyway; I've got soccer tryouts next week. Fingers crossed, right?” Danielle said to the secretary. She got no reply. Three strikes and she was out. By the time they made it to the car, Ella took back her original assessment. Danielle looked absolutely heartbroken.
They rode in silence for the next ten minutes as Ella closed her eyes, grimacing at every bump in the road. When the car stopped, she lifted her head expecting to be in their driveway, but instead found herself in the drive thru of a Walgreens.
“Will you stop sulking?” Heather said suddenly, sounding irritated.
“I am not sulking!” Danielle snapped back.
“You act like it’s the end of the world every time you have to get a simple test done!”
“I was dizzy and I fell!”
“No, what you did was put on a show!” Heather said, her voice rising.
“Everything went dark; I got scared.” Danielle mumbled.
“You’re the big sister now. You should be setting a good example. Ella put you to shame in there! I’m sure she didn’t have fun with what she had to do, but you didn’t see her crying about it. You need to start acting your age! You’re almost 13!”
Ella inwardly groaned. She wished Heather would leave her out of this. Besides, Heather was wrong. Ella had cried plenty. Heather just hadn’t been there to see it.
She stole a quick look at Danielle, who was practically shaking in her seat as she bit into her knuckles, eyes cinched tight.
That’s when Ella remembered Emily Masterson, the girl who had ratted her out to security on her first night after Ella had decided to take an impromptu run down the hall naked and hide in Emily’s closet. Ella had never considered her a friend, but she remembered Emily having to go lie down after any kind of injection. Once, they had had to get Iv’s together, and she got all sweaty and started swaying side to side. The nurses had to bring her a pint of orange juice and a cookie to make her feel better. “Squeamish” was what Rose had called her.
She thought back to how Danielle had looked in the waiting room, all quiet and pale. Her new sister may have a flair for the dramatic, but she hadn’t looked like she was “putting on a show.” Emily had fallen once, so maybe Danielle was “squeamish” too.
Ella reached into her pocket and felt the Ring Pop. Maybe Danielle needed sugar? She pulled it out and began to hand it to Danielle, but Heather’s voice startled her into dropping it on the floor.
“Don’t! She’s just upset because we’re not stopping for ice cream. She needs to learn that life will not reward her everytime time she faces a minor inconvenience.” Heather snapped.
Ella shuddered. Danielle smiled weakly at her, but she couldn’t hide the tears anymore, and Ella knew this had nothing to do with getting ice cream.
“Thanks,” Danielle mumbled, bending down and handing the sucker back. “But it’s yours.”
Ella looked at the sucker and frowned. She was confused. Sure she had had a rough time at the drs, but hadn’t Danielle too? They had both faced their fears, so then why? Didn’t it make more sense to be afraid of needles than bathrooms? They had both done unpleasant things, so why was Ella being coddled and Danielle chastised? Why had she gotten the candy? She wasn’t a little kid either. Did two years really make that much of a difference? Ella thought of the blood. Danielle’s just getting older. She shuddered. She didn’t want to get older, and yet... she had. Those two years that meant the difference between punishment and reward.. It was the same amount of time that had passed her by. If these two years were so important, just what had she missed out on?
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When they got home, Ella made a beeline for the bedroom. Heather and Danielle’s constant bickering was giving her a headache. She was itchy, sore, and overall just plain miserable. When she got to her side of the room, she kicked her shoes off, peeled off her socks, and let her too-big shorts fall to the floor with a dull thud. It felt too weird going around commando. She searched around for underwear, but was dismayed to find none. All she could find was the torn open bag of pull ups sitting on the floor by her dresser.
Figuring it was better than nothing, she stepped inside the leg holes and hoisted them up to her hips. Feeling slightly more at peace, she kicked her clothes into a pile on the floor before climbing onto the bed and letting herself fall face first into her pillow.
Her body felt like dead weight. She was so utterly exhausted, but she couldn’t seem to fall asleep. She had over shot tired, and now as a result ,was unbearably restless. She turned from one side to the other in an attempt to get comfortable. Her shirt kept getting twisted as she moved helplessly about, so without a second thought, she pulled it over her head and let it fall onto the floor with the rest of her clothes.
Ella laid spread out, wearing nothing but a Disney princess themed pull up on the top of the comforter. The stifling heat and stuffy air made the idea of getting under the covers sound about as unappealing as another round of chemo. She was vaguely aware she was running a fever, but all she could do was keep flipping and rotating her pillow in search of a cool spot to rest her burning face.
She wished she could push a button and have someone bring her a fan like she could in the hospital. Even for someone to come open the window would do. The thought of doing it herself crossed her mind, but the idea of getting up and dragging herself across the room seemed a monumental task in her current state. Rose would have had a cow if she caught her out of bed sick.
Ella remembered the last time she had been running a fever. Santa had come early that year and had left all the good little boys and girls of floor three, Influenza type A. The nurses had also given them an early Christmas present two weeks prior. Flu shots. For type B. The call buttons had been chiming like Christmas bells ringing in the holidays.
Ella had knocked a crayon off her tray and it had rolled off the bed and onto the floor five feet away. She thought nothing of it until her picture required a certain shade of blue, and only that shade of blue would do. The sea and the sky were not the same color after all. She pressed the call button and waited. And waited. And waited. No one came.
She looked across the room willing the crayon to roll back, but as it turned out, the trade off for radiation treatments was not super powers. Unless projectile vomiting on school bullies counted, Batman (who was really just Pedro from janitorial in a cheap batman costume) was wrong. She wasn’t a hero. What kind of hero couldn’t even get a crayon to roll back to them?
Her frustration level rose with every passing second. She had had a terrible few days. She was coughing up hail sized chunks of phlegm the same color of the christmas tree in Kids Korner.
Her chest ached and rattled with every cough, and as for her throat... it wouldn’t have surprised her to learn that her lung butter was the same hue as the pine needles from the christmas tree in Kids Korner because she was coughing up the pine needles from the christmas tree in Kids Korner.
Rose had told her to distract herself from how miserable she felt and snuck her a fist full of crayons. It was as if Rose had handed her a fist full of gold. Sure, Ella could get a hold of the basic eight staple colors, but in this handful was magenta, silver, blood orange, three different shades of green and two of blue. The excitement had given her just enough energy to sit up and color.
She wondered how Rose had gotten her hands on this? Word in Kid’s Korner was Steve Mason, the 13-year-old with the trach tube, could get you anything you wanted within reason. For a price. He had a fairly successful black market going on for a bit before he got moved to a different floor. Ella had even got up the nerve to slip him a note once asking for a few markers and colored pencils. She was ecstatic when he had slipped her a reply back underneath the table...that was until she read his demands. A number 10 from Mcdonalds with a large coke.
Money wasn’t the currency here. The currency was food. Specifically food from the outside. You wanted a favor? You paid for it in chicken nuggets and type 2 diabetes.
Her heart had sunk. It was an impossible request. Black market trading she had learned, was for kids who had parents and visitors. Her visitors had dried up long ago when the awkwardness of sitting in silence had become too much to bear for them. Then they sent letters. But now, even those had stopped some months ago.
Visitors, contraband, and chicken nuggets were the farthest thing from Ella’s mind. “Small steps.” and “Divide and conquer” was Rose’s advice to her. If she focused on conquering small goals, she wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed with her slow progress. Her small goal now was that damn sky blue crayon across the room. If no one was coming to help her and telekinetic powers (or lack of) didn’t help, she’d just have to get up and get it herself. She wasn’t allowed out of bed, but rules be damned.
She had made it halfway there, but froze when Rose opened the door. Ella knew she was in trouble when Rose pulled out her green key chain of a flip-flop and shook it at her before chasing her back into bed. Rose had begun muttering under her breath in Spanish. Ella didn’t have to be bi-lingual to understand what she meant. “If I had a real sandal; i’d smack you with it.”
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“I see you’ve made yourself at home.”
Ella was brought back to the present to find Danielle leaning against the doorframe staring at her spread out nearly naked on the bed. She was miserable and modestly was the furthest priority at the moment.
“Here” she heard before something landed next to her on the bed. “Mom told me to tell you to drink it.” Ella reached out her hand and groped blindly until it landed on something cold. Instead of drinking it, she drew it into a hug keeping it pressed against her chest.
“You hot or something? It’s kind of cold in here.” Danielle remarked. Ella was flabbergasted. Cold? It had to be a 100 degrees in here at least. Ella nodded, pulling at an imaginary collar around her neck. She heard the window slide open. Although there was no breeze, she found the fresh air to be refreshing.
“Oh man! Does it itch?” Danielle asked. Ella opened her eyes again and found Danielle hovering over her and examining her body as one would something gross, yet oddly fascinating. Ella nodded again before flipping on her stomach and burying her face in her pillow. She didn’t feel like trying to communicate. She just wanted to be left alone- that was until she felt fingernails begin to run up and down her back. She quickly decided she didn’t mind the company after all. In child black market standards, this kind of service would have cost her an M&m Mcflurry easily.
She had almost managed to fall asleep when Heather's angry voice from the doorway made both of them jump. Her heart hammered and she could feel the pull-up between her legs growing wet. “What do you think you’re doing?!” What little peace and relaxation she had been able to obtain was gone in the blink of an eye.
Danielle sat on the edge of Ella’s bed stammering. “Huh? Wha-”
“Look at her back! It’s full of finger nail scratches!”
“Sh-She said she was itchy! I- I was just trying to make her feel better!”
“I’m supposed to keep her from scratching! I send you up with a bottle of water and find you’ve taken what looks like razor blades to her back. What do you think CPS is going to say if they see that?”
“I-I didn’t know! I’m sorry!”
“Don’t you ever think before you act?” Heather snapped.
Ella curled up into a ball on the bed. Something that felt like hands was squeezing her lungs again. She wanted to get up and leave, but couldn’t move. She could hear Heather’s angry footfalls coming towards her. She felt a cool hand trace the bumps on her back. Any other time and place but now, she would have found the gesture soothing. Suddenly the hand went lower and made contact with the now sodden garment. She heard Heather's breath hitch.
“You’re not supposed to use these any more.” While the voice had been gentler than the one used with Danielle, it still caused her to hide her face under her arms. “I was going to bring up the mop bucket. You can just kind of, I don’t know, keep it under your bed until you need it I guess. At least until we can figure out a better idea.”
“A bucket? Really?” Danielle couldn’t stop herself from asking. “In my bedroom? It’s going to stink up my room!”
“Then just empty it!”
“Eww! No, that’s disgusting!’
“It is not just your bedroom anymore. When we decided to take Ella in we all agree-”
“No, mom! I didn’t agree to anything! You decided to chop up my room and make me share it instead of converting the office into another bedroom. Now you’re expecting me to be okay with someone taking a dump in my room! This is my space!”
“Where am I supposed to put it?” Heather said, throwing her hands up.
“Oh, I don’t know. How about the office that should have been her room in the first place!”
“I am not moving her into the office. End of discussion!”
“Then just put the bucket in there!”
“No, I work there.”
“I sleep here!”
Ella’s head was pounding.She couldn’t take their arguing anymore! She wanted to tell them they could just leave it in the backyard for all she cared. She grabbed the blanket off the top of the bed and began walking off with it while ignoring Heather’s questions about where she was going. Her nerves were completely shot.
“You need to get cleaned up!” Heather yelled after her. “Don’t sit on anything, I’ll be right there.” Ella slammed the bedroom door closed behind her and went into the next closest room. She hadn’t explored the house yet and now seemed a good enough time as any. She didn’t care if Heather chased her with a sandal later, she just needed to be alone.
The room she had entered must have been the office Heather and Danielle had been talking about. There was a desk on the far side of the room with a laptop. On the other side of the room was a couch facing a small flat screen tv mounted on the wall. She thought about snuggling up on the couch, but knew Heather would quickly find her. What she wanted more than anything was to be alone, so she made due with the best hiding place she could find. Under the desk.
She used the blanket to make herself a little place to curl up, before crawling in and sealing the entrance to her “cave” with the computer chair to hide her. She thought she had been well hidden, but Heather had immediately spotted her the moment she walked in.
“Ella, what are you doing? Come out of there.” Ella shook her head and scooted herself away as far as possible. Heather moved the chair out of the way and squatted down in front of her. She dropped the notebook and pencil in front of her before saying, “Talk to me.”
Ella shook her head. She had nothing to say.
“Ella! You’re dirty! You need to get cleaned up!”
She shook her head again as she fought to see through her tear streaked eyes. Urine had come in contact with her raw skin and was burning her. She couldn’t deal with the pain, fever and stress of the fighting at the same time. She could feel herself short circuiting.
“Ella, if you don’t come out in the next three seconds i’m going to pull you out myself!” Heather warned. “One. Two. Three.” Ella didn’t move a muscle, only continued to stare at her.
“Fine!” Heather said.
Ella felt an arm grab her, and so she did what she always did when she felt scared or cornered. She sank her teeth into the woman’s arm.
“ELLA! NO!” Heather cried out in pain before quickly withdrawing her arm and eying the damage. “You do not do that!”
“What? What’s wrong?” Danielle said coming into the room. “What happened?”
“She bit me!” Heather said. Ella could hear the mix of surprise and pain in her voice.
“Seriously? Where is she?”
“Under the desk.” Heather swore. “I’m going to go wash this.” When Heather left, Danielle followed her out before quickly coming back in and shut the door. She knelt down a safe distance away and saw Ella bundled up in the corner. Ella was prepared to bite her as well if she tried to pull her out, but Danielle didn’t.
Instead she slid a few things toward her and quickly withdrew her arms, before giving her a wink and standing back up. Her peace offering appeared to be her pillow, a trash bag, wet wipes and a clean pull up. Ella quickly pulled the loot into her den. With a bit of twisting this way and that, she managed to change, threw the used pulled up and wet wipe in the bag. The cool, wet cloth helped ease the burning and she felt grateful to Danielle. Even more so when she saw what she was about to do.
Danielle unfolded a sheet and threw it over desk, leaving Ella in semi darkness in her new desk fort.
“What is this?” Ella heard Heather ask. She could hear her approaching and stiffened.
“Don’t! Just let her be. She’s sick. She probably just wants to be left alone.”
“So why doesn’t she just sleep in her bed? Why is she hiding under the desk?”
“Because you came in and started yelling! That’s why. Remember when we got Ribbit and he wouldn’t come out of the closet for a week?”
“Ribbit is an animal! Ella is-”
“Sick and probably freaking the hell out..Just let her come out on her own when she’s ready.”
“But she’s wet and-” Ella heard the crinkling bag shake.
“Let her be.” Danielle said walking out of the room. Heather gave a defeated sigh and followed her out.
Ella felt herself finally relax in the semi-darkness. It was cramped, warm, and absolutely perfect. She drew her knees into her chest and curled back into her blanket nest. She was about to drift off to sleep when a new visitor decided to peek its head under the sheet and investigate. Ella was delighted when the tortie shelled cat rubbed up against her outstretched hand and began to loudly purr. After deciding that the stranger was friend rather than foe, the cat entered the fort and plopped down in the nest of blankets. Ella smiled as she laid down next to her new friend and stroked its fur.
You must be Ribbet, she thought before finally drifting off to sleep. |
Chapter 10
Please, stop! It hurts! I have nothing left inside of me!
Ella continued to cough and gag. Her throat burned down all the way into her esophagus. With every lurch of her stomach, her vision became spotted with black dots that threatened to eclipse everything. She was going to pass out. She couldn’t keep this up. She groped blindly in the air for something, anything, to hold on to.
“Help!” Ella croaked. She was falling. And then hands wrapped around her torso and gently lowered her onto the bathroom tile.
“I’ve got you. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Her mother sat with her on the bathroom floor gently stroking Ella’s head.
“It hurts!” Ella said in a raspy voice between gasps for breath.
“What hurts? Your throat?”
“Everything,” Ella said before letting her head fall onto her mom’s shoulder. Her joints ached. Her skin burned. There were open sores in her mouth and throat that refused to heal.
Ella didn’t have to find a clock to know what time it was. It was a little after 10:00 pm on a Tuesday night. Chemo was on Tuesdays and Thursdays and by 10:00pm, six hours after treatment, she would lose the fight to her gurgling stomach.
“I know, sweetie, I know.” She felt her mother's arm tighten around her. “I just wish I could make it all better.” Her voice was choked with sobs. “No eight year old should have to go through this. I’d do anything to make it all better.”
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Ella awoke from her dream feeling dazed and confused. This was not where she had fallen asleep, she was sure of it. Instead of being pretzeled under the desk, she was stretched out on the black leather sofa in the office, covered by the sheet that had once hidden her from view. She tried to sit up, but a weight on her chest kept her pinned down. She reached a hand up and stroked the furry lump that seemed more than content to suffocate her in the name of its comfort.
“He hasn’t left your side all evening.” a voice said startling her. The cat had blocked her view of the other occupant on the opposite end of the couch by her feet. “C’mon, Ribbit, let her sit up. You can mooch off her body heat later.”
The pressure was suddenly lifted off her chest followed by an indignant, “mrow!” Ella sat up and scooched as far away from the couches occupant as possible. The red haired man merely smiled. She eyed him suspiciously.
She didn’t have much experience in dealing with men, apart from Batman (A.k.a. Pedro from janitorial) and her soccer coach. Since her mom had stopped liking her soccer coach, Ella had decided she hadn’t liked him either. She couldn’t even remember his name now. Pedro was alright though, sometimes he snuck her a piece of candy when Rose wasn’t looking from the nurses station.
Once when Ella had been really sick, Pedro had come in her room and “accidentally” dropped a few jolly ranchers in her bed. Rose had caught him and chased him out with one of her shoes while yelling, “Get your nasty man germs outta here!” while hopping on one foot. They had both been laughing, so Ella knew he wasn’t really in trouble. Ella had been laughing too, until she had spotted them kiss outside her room a few minutes later. She quickly realized that had not been something they had meant her to see when Rose waggled her shoe at her. She had quickly pretended to be asleep after that.
“Was I surprised to find a little sleeping girl under my desk tonight.” Said Charlie. Ella studied his face, but he didn’t seem mad. “Reminds me of Danielle when she was little, used to fall asleep in the strangest of places.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes with Ella curled up in the sheet as she hugged her knees unsure of whether she should stay or make a break for it. She thought back to the dream she was having and a stab of guilt pierced her heart. Had she really been so ready to throw away her own mother in favor of the first woman who had picked her up and hugged her?
She didn’t want you. You were broken. No one wanted you. That’s why you sat alone in the hospital for so long.
She tried to shake the thoughts out of her head. She felt sick enough without the added stress.
“So, um, there's dinner downstairs if you’re hungry. I can reheat it if you’d like, we figured you’d rather sleep.” said Charlie. Ella shook her head. The last thing she felt like doing was eating. “Danielle said something about you wanting to be alone for a while.” Ella shrugged.
“I heard you had a rough day at the doctors.”
Ella shrugged again. She had been through worse. It was just different. Usually the projectiles came from the other end.
“I know it’s only been a day, but are you settling in okay? I mean, I know going to the doctor first thing wasn’t exactly the greatest welcome home celebration but…”
She gave the so-so motion with her hand. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful. She was finally in a real home with a mom, a dad, and a sister, but it had not been the dream she had expected. She wanted to bring it up, but she didn’t know how. Fortunately for Ella, Charlie had seemed to read her mind.
“Is it the fighting?” Ella widened her eyes and nodded. She was not used to being around this much conflict.
“Those two…” he said letting out an exasperated sigh. “They’re best buddies one minute and at each other's throats the next. It’s just extra bad right now with the, uh, change.”
You’re the change. It’s your fault.
“Danielle’s heading into her teen years along with the attitude that comes with it and she wants her independence. As for Heather, she still sees Danielle as her baby. She’s having a hard time letting go. We tried for years to have more children, but…” He trailed off for a second trying to find the right words. “It just wasn’t meant to be.”
But why her though, Ella wondered. Of all the kids they could’ve taken in, she was like the broken doll on the bottom of a clearance bin. Before she could ascertain why she was in the situation she was the “Thump Thump Thump” of heavy footfalls came down the hall.
Ella grimaced. The approaching footsteps was like the sound of hammers being struck into the ground to her over stimulated senses. She wanted to dive back under the desk.
Heather stuck her head in and beamed. “You’re up.” Ella sat up straight and let her feet dangle. They were still a good couple of feet from reaching the ground. She stared at her toes as Heather moved closer and squeezed in between her and Charlie. “How are you feeling? Any better?” Before she could respond a cool hand pressed against her forehead. Heather let out a disapproving moan. “Poor baby. Still running a fever.” If Heather was still harboring any ill will about being bitten, she didn’t show it, Ella relaxed, feeling the tension drain out of her as Heather wrapped an arm around her and held her close. At first, her instinct was to get the hell out of there, but she was too tired to fight.
Heather and Charlie talked amongst themselves as Ella slowly nursed a cold calorie shake she had been ordered to drink. She didn’t feel like pressing her luck with Heather anymore.. She had been given a lot of “suggestions” the past two days, but her fluid intake Heather had pointed out before, was not one of them. When that was gone, the empty can had quickly been replaced with a bottle of water. Ella frowned at the bottle before unscrewing the lid and downing enough to make Heather return to her conversation. When she was no longer being watched, she set the half full bottle aside, closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her fluid filled tummy while occasionally shifting this way and that in order to get comfortable. She could hear the water gurgling and sloshing about as she moved.
After about thirty minutes or so, Ella couldn’t really tell, Charlie got up and left the two of them alone. They sat in silence for a moment before Heather asked if she wanted to go to bed or stay up and watch a movie with them. Ella mimed that she wanted to go to bed. She wanted this day to be over with. “We’ll get you settled in a bit.” Said Heather. Ella watched as her fingers clicked over the keys on her cellphone. “Finish your water while we wait for Danielle to finish.”
Ella inwardly groaned as she took the last few gulps of water down “like a champ” as Heather had put it. She could hear distant water running somewhere in another part of the house awakening her bladder. She tried coyly snaking her hand between her legs. She couldn’t remember peeing in the pull up earlier, but it felt damp. She couldn’t risk leaking on the couch here, and what if peeing into it made noise? She couldn’t remember if it did or not. The thought of Heather hearing her pee made her skin crawl. She was so used to doing literally EVERYTHING in front of someone. She had never had privacy before. She’s changed in front of people. She peed into cups held by other people when her hands were too unsteady to hold it without dropping it. Hell, she had even had a full conversation ( Well Rose talked, Ella listened and nodded along) while having diarrhea in a hollow bucket without blinking an eye. And not the quiet kind either! The machine gun kind! Pedro, who had been mopping in the hall at the time, yelled about having “Vietnam flashbacks” from the other side of the curtain. Whatever that meant.
Now though Ella seemed hyper aware of her actions and surroundings. Now that she was out in the real world, she had a sinking suspicion this was far from normal. That she was far from normal. She tried to think back to before she had been sick. Did she know anyone in diapers Not past the age of three. Why else would the doctor try to force her to use the toilet so much? She wanted to be normal damn it!
She gave a not so subtle squirm. The running water was really getting to her now. She decided she’d hold it until she was alone in the bedroom. She’d just pee in the pull up, clean up any leaks and change herself then. At least that was what she had planned, but Heather seemed to have zero’d in on her current state.
“Do you need to go potty?” Ella inwardly cringed. Baby talk made her agitated. It wasn’t that she was being treated younger. She didn’t mind that. She was even kind of a sucker for it in the right circumstances. Did she want a lollipop after getting a shot? Damn straight she did. A sticker? Why the hell not? A bedtime story after a really long day to soothe her to sleep? Yes please!
What she despised was being talked to like she was… slow. Just because she didn’t talk didn’t mean she didn’t understand. She found it insulting so she pretended not to have heard her.
“Or are you wet?” Heather went on. Ella chose to stare ahead, grimacing as she felt Heather pull away the sheet and check for herself. “A little damp.” Ella squirmed again, moving away. “Potty, definitely.” She stood up and offered a hand to Ella.
“It’s full!” Danielle yelled from down the hallway.
“Ok, thanks!” Heather yelled back. “Be there a minute! Just need to do something first!” Ella wrapped herself back in the sheet and allowed herself to get guided out to the hallway. The bathroom was to the right and she was getting ready to dig her heels in, but Heather guided her to the left and back into the bedroom. Once they were there Heather closed the door behind them. Ella shifted from foot to foot, no longer able to hide the effect of the copious amounts of fluids she had drank. She was ready to pee in the pull up whether Heather saw or not. She seemed to have read her mind. “I know you need to go, but hold on just a minute longer. I need to know if this will work.” Ella crossed her legs and shuffled from foot to foot as Heather bent down behind the bed.
“Ta-da!” Heather set the white bucket and seat down in the center of the room. “What you’re used to is a bit out of our price for something temporary. Until we can get to the bottom of all this, hopefully this will work for the time being?” Ella nodded her approval. She looked from it back to Heather pleading. Heather took a few steps back and sat on Danielle’s bed. “Go on, show me you can use it.”
Ella lunged forward, her previous anxieties about being thought of as slow now unimportant in her current state. She struggled with the pull up, but Heather reached forward and ripped it off in one swift motion. She threw herself down on the seat just in time. The feeling of relief was pure bliss. She didn’t have to let it out in small spurts, or worry about accidents or leaks. She could sit here and pee as much as she needed and it felt heavenly.
“Were you able to go?” Heather asked. She sounded worried. Ella realised what was missing as a horrible thought crossed her mind. What if she was missing the bucket and peeing on the floor? She looked down between her legs to investigate the lack of sound, but was relieved to see her stream merely hitting the inside of the bucket and quietly flowing down. She re-adjusted herself and spread her legs a little more so it drummed noisily against the bottom of the bucket until she was finished.
“We are one step in the right direction!” Heather cheered. Elle wiped herself before standing back up. Suddenly she was met with a ferocious hug. “You did it! Good job! We will work our way up from here and hopefully we can get you enrolled back in school in the fall!” Ella watched Heather pick up the bucket and move it back behind the head board. Ella then noticed her bed was now closer to the door by several feet to make room. “It’ll be here for you whenever you need it. You don’t need to wait for anyone, or ask anyone. We’ll keep it here behind your bed so you can have some privacy. In a few days when things have settled down and you’ve gotten more used to your surroundings we’ll try for the bathroom again, okay?”
Ella doubted a few days would make much of a difference, but she just nodded along.
“Now, you know what will make you feel even better?” Heather asked with a smile. “A bath!”
And that was how Isabella Marsh became known to the neighbors as the infamous Chicken Pox Streaker of Cedar Circle. It was about to be a long summer.
Edited August 6, 2020 by SashaButters
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Chapter 11
Heather sat staring at her laptop screen. She had been staring at it for the last few minutes unsure of how to even begin to respond to the email. It was from Rose checking in on how Ella was settling in, not from her work email, but from her personal one.
Hi, Rose
It’s been good. We are slowly making progress. I can’t believe it’s already been a month!
We’ve gotten her set up with Kaiser and it’s been going much smoother than in the beginning. My insurance was a nightmare and had us running all over town trying to see this specialist and that specialist. Now she has a team of doctors in one place and they are much more accommodating to her specific needs. She’s been going to speech therapy twice a week and we run through our vocal exercises every day. It’s slow going. It’s almost like she has to physically strain to get any kind of noise or words out. They’ve checked her throat for any kind of damage but haven’t found anything.
The neurologist says he’s concerned she may have suffered some kind of TBI incident, so we are waiting on an MRI. The CT scan came back negative, but after a series of tests the doctor says she is showing lower cognitive functioning in the left hemisphere. We are working on basic addition, but she is struggling to understand. She seems to be at a first grade level. He seems confident enough that if there was an injury, it didn’t cause any permanent damage. It is simply a matter of her relearning.
Besides the speech therapist and neurologist, she has also been seeing a child psychologist once a week, and a psychiatrist every other. She’s been on an anti-anxiety medication, and it seems to be helping. She no longer bites and claws, but the panic attacks have yet to fully subside. The doctor wants to give it more time until she adjusts the dosage. Danielle says she is still having nightmares and thrashing in the night, but Ella still refuses to tell us what they’re about. She insists she doesn’t know, but I have a feeling she isn’t being completely honest about it. The psychologist says she is very sensitive, especially to what is going on around her. She picks up on any tension in the house like a magnet.
Getting her to use the restroom has still been a battle, but we’ve made some progress here and there with a lot of coaxing and a little bribery. She mostly still uses the bucket though. Her daytime accidents have been reduced to only once or twice a week, and mostly when we have been out and about. She did have one major blowout at home, and that was when Danielle had had friends over in her room. It hadn’t crossed my mind to move the bucket into a different part of the house, and Ella isn’t very forthcoming about when she needs something. I don’t think she had meant to do it on purpose. I think she had tried to wait until they left, but they never did. I found her crying in the laundry room huddled in the corner. I ended up having to hose her down in the backyard.
Hygiene has been more of a hurdle than anything so far. I knew you told me her issue wasn’t limited to just the toilet, but it hadn’t really clicked until the first time I tried to get her to take a bath. She took off streaking out the front door. She made quite the first impression on the neighbors. “”Hello, Mr. Bryant, but have you by any chance seen a naked girl run past here?” wasn’t how I had planned to share the good news of our families latest addition. I wish I could say that was the only time that happened. Our next door neighbor thinks we adopted an exhibitionist and I’m starting to think she’s right.
There’s conversations I never thought I’d have to have with a ten year old. Things like, “I know it’s hot honey, put please keep your clothes on in public.” and “No, you can’t pee in the grass; you need to wait until we get home or use your pull up if it’s an emergency.” She’s usually good about making it home in time, unless it was a rough day. She seems to be more prone to accidents under stress. She’s doing well, but they’re still a little too frequent for me to be comfortable letting her leave the house without them. Despite one of the doctors concerns, we’ve decided to keep her in pull ups for the time being. She hates using them, so I know when she’s wet, it truly was an accident.
Except for two times, Heather thought. The first was when Heather and the girls had had many errands to run that day, but they were only at their second stop when Ella had begun doing the dance. They still had to go to the grocery store, the bank, and the Verizon store. They were thirty minute drive from home and Heather couldn’t justify turning back around. It was still her first couple weeks home and Ella was having a rough start. She was still dead set again setting foot inside a restroom, and Heather knew she’d never make it all day. While she had packed spare clothes and pull ups, changing her was going to be another story. The car was too full, and the parking lot was out; she was still trying to break her habit of public nudity and didn’t want to send mixed messages. The answer came when she saw the dressing rooms.
“Danielle, you can go look at the books if you want while we finish up.” Heather suggested. Her eldest daughter wasted no time making a beeline as far away from them as possible.
“There’s something I saw that I thought would look cute on you.” Heather said. She picked up a child sized shirt off the rack without bothering to look at it and guided her into a stall before locking the door behind them.
“Pants off.” Heather said. Ella looked at the shirt in her hand in confusion, before Heather hung it up and unzipped the bag. Ella shook her head when she saw what was inside.
I didn’t! Ella mouthed silently before dropping her pants to reveal the dry pull up underneath.
“You need to though.” Heather said, dropping her voice to a whisper. It wasn’t a question. “I’m giving you a pass just this once. I know you can’t hold it until we get back home, and I don’t know if we’ll have another opportunity to change you until then. You can either be miserable all day, or you can get it over with now.” Ella looked down at her feet, something Heather noticed she did when she was embarrassed, and continued her dance.
I don’t have to go.
“You have thirty seconds to decide if that’s your final answer.” Heather said before she started her countdown. It only took fifteen seconds for Ella to begin waving her arms to stop the countdown. “Oh, what’s that?” Heather whispered, a sly smile on her face at a quick victory. “You do have to go?”
Ella slowly nodded and looked away. Heather knew she should be thankful Ella wasn’t as brazen with what came out of her body as she was with her body itself, but she couldn’t help wish Ella would just come out and admit what she needed to do and when. She wondered if that would be asking too much too soon. Beggars can’t be choosers.
I’m sorry.
“Are you sorry that you lied, or sorry that you have to pee?”
Both.
,
“You don’t need to be sorry that you have to pee, that’s normal and healthy. Everyone pees. What matters is time and place. That’s why I want you to tell me so I can find you the right time and place. Trust me, everyone tries to time it so they won’t have to go when they’re out and about, but our bodies don’t always work that way. I know you went before you left and that’s what matters. It’s okay you have to go again, it means you’re doing what I asked of you and drinking water.”
Ella nodded her head, but continued moving in place. But you said not to.
“I know I said not to use it on purpose, but right now just this once, it’s okay.”
Why?
“Because it’s more convenient for both of us if you do.”
But…
“Ella,” Heather said, gripping her shoulders. “Now or never.” Ella grimaced, before burying her head against Heather's stomach as if to hide. “There you go, that’s it.” Heather whispered encouragingly as she made sure Ella’s waist was far enough away from her. Ella may have a change of clothes, but she did not.
It only took a few more seconds of coaxing until Heather could hear Ella’s breath hitch followed by a faint hisssss. She gave her back a few reassuring rubs to keep her from crying and waited for her to finish. When all had gone quiet and Ella still hadn’t moved, Heather looked down to survey the damage. Other than a few droplets coasting down her legs, it had held up.
“That wasn’t so bad. Don’t you feel better?”
When she had offered the trash bag, and Ella had still made no move to clean herself, Heather took the initiative and pulled off the sodden garment. The ripping noise seemed to have awakened her out of her trance and brought her back to reality. Instead of handing her the wet wipe, Heather finished wiping her down front and back. When she had grabbed a new pull up and looked back up, she was dismayed to see a new trickle running down her leg.
“Ella!” Heather whispered, while wiping her leg again. “Did you not finish all the way?” Ella shrugged. Heather hurriedly stuffed the used pull up and wipes into the bag. “What about now?” She shrugged again. “Please don’t be a UTI.” Heather mumbled. “Squat.” She ordered before pressing the half full bag of dirty accessories underneath her. “See if you can get anymore pee to come out, push a little if you need to.” Heather inwardly groaned when she heard a few seconds of trickling liquid fall onto the wet wipes in the bag. “Just one thing after another with you, isn’t it? Poor kid.”
Another trip to the doctor and another round of medication forced them to confront the bath problem. When Heather had tried to take them to the pool only for Ella to refuse to get anywhere near the water, Heather thought for sure she knew what the problem was. Ella wasn’t afraid of restrooms. She was afraid of water! She was almost positive… until the very next day she walked in the backyard to find Ella and Danielle having a grand time running through the sprinklers and spraying each other with the garden hose. She stood there beaming up at Heather, water dripping from her clothes and hair. Heather sighed in defeat before returning into the house to fetch a bottle of body wash and a loofah. “Garden hose baths and a bucket for a toilet. She just wants CPS called on me.”
She looked fondly at the framed picture of her two girls. One butt naked covered head to toe in bubbles while the other chased her with the garden hose. She smiled at the memory.
The second time Heather had given her permission had been a few days ago at the movies. With thirty minutes left, her squirming and shuffling about was beginning to annoy the other patrons seated around her. When Heather had locked eyes with a mom who had flashed her a dirty look, she leaned close to Ella’s ear and whispered, “Just go in the pull-up.” With eyes still fixed to the screen, Ella uncrossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, a look of relief and contentment spreading across her face.
I’ve got Ella enrolled in a special sort of school for kids with special needs. It’s a small class size and they offer more one on one attention. She starts tomorrow, I’m nervous for her. I hear there’s another girl her age there named Kaylee with some kind of neurological disorder. They didn’t say what, but I hope they get along. I tried to get her enrolled in regular public school, but their program couldn’t meet the attention she would need, or understand her non verbal cues.
You know, now that I’ve got you here, I was hoping you could send me any information on her past, or even how I could get ahold of the police report of how they found her? I’m a little unsure of the exact details, but I thought you had said something about her being found in the bathroom. It got me thinking, what if she had been left in the bathtub? I thought maybe she was afraid of water, but then I found her playing in the garden hose. Now I’m not sure anymore. Just a theory I wanted to dig a little further on. Anything helps!
P.s. Was she always prone to streaking? I swear every time I turn around she’s naked.
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Ella sat upright in her booster seat, jiggling her legs with excitement and nerves. It had been years since she had gone to school. She smoothed her skirt down, hoping it concealed the pull-up well enough underneath. She had wanted to go without them, but Heather wouldn’t let her.
“Let’s see how you do first.” she said. “This isn’t like a regular school where I needed you 100% independent and out of diapers. There’s people here who can help you if you’re too scared to go alone or have an accident.”
Ella scowled. She wasn’t in diapers. And she could go to the restroom now. Sort of. Sometimes. With help… When there was no other option.
“Lets go over your vocals one more time.” Heather said from behind the wheel. “Ahhh.”
“Ahhh,” Ella repeated quietly.
“A little louder.”
“Ahhh!”
“I-”
“Iiiii”
“Keep holding it.”
“iiiii”
“As long as you can.”
“Iiii.” Ella chanted until she couldn’t anymore.
They followed through various notes until they pulled up in front of the school. Ella held Heather's hand as they walked inside, her heart now hammering with excitement. They walked towards the front office until they came to a locked door. Heather pressed the intercom button and announced Ella was here for school.
A lightly brown skinned woman with black hair and glasses opened the door to greet them.
“You must be Isabella!” the woman said smiling down at her. “Hi sweetie, are you ready for your first day?”
Ella nodded shyly and clung tighter to Heather. The woman, who introduced herself as Mrs. Hernandez, exchanged details, but Ella wasn’t listening. She was focused on what was behind her new teacher. A young man in his early twenties was pushing a teenager in a wheelchair down the hall and into an elevator. The teenagers' face seemed a bit different. She knew what it was, but couldn’t quite remember what it was called. She had met a girl who looked like that before. She thought it might be called Drowned Syndrome, but had a feeling it wasn’t quite right.
She was always so happy, Ella remembered from her time in the hospital. Her name was Dawn. She was fifteen, and made it a point to tell everyone they were pretty, even Ella with her bald head, and complexion so pale she looked mostly dead already. She hadn’t realized how much she had liked Dawn until she learned she had died from complications from the flu that had made them all sick that December.
“You ready?” Mrs. Hernandez asked before offering her hand. Ella nodded before turning back to Heather.
“You’ll do fine. “ Heather said. She knelt down and gave Ella a hug. “You have fun. I love you.”
Ella quietly croaked, “I love you too,” that sounded more like “I rum eww.”
She took Mrs. Hernandez’s outstretched hand as they walked inside, up a flight of stairs and went inside a door to the left. The room looked a bit different from any classroom that Ella had been in before. Instead of twenty to thirty desks, there were only eight. Two sets of three desks, and one of two. Ella was led to a set of three and set next to a girl who appeared to be around her age, but much larger.
“This is Kaylee. Kaylee, this is Ella. You two are going to be partners. Your aide, Jasmine, should be here any minute. I’ll take your backpack, how about you take a seat and get to know one another, while I get everyone situated.”
Ella nodded and took a seat next to the brunette girl, who appeared to be reading a book. She looked up briefly and Ella gave her a shy smile, but Ella’s smile quickly fell into a look of shock and hurt when Kaylee glanced her over before telling her to “Fuck off.”
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“Hello?” Heather said into her cell phone as she pulled into the driveway in front of her house.
“Hi, this is Dr. Patton, Ella’s neurologist. I was giving you a call to go over the results of Ella’s MRI.”
“Yes, thank you for calling!” Heather said, sounding eager. She had been waiting to hear back with mixed feelings of apprehension and curiosity.
“So I did notice a small spot on Ella’s scan that does indicate some sort of minor brain damage in the past. The good news is that I compared it to an earlier scan and it does appear to be healing.”
“Brain damage? What? When?..How? If she had already had an MRI before wouldn’t they have noticed?”
“It is minor, but it might explain why she’d fallen behind, or regressed in some of her milestones. I’m going to give my best educated guess and say this happened maybe two to four years ago. It doesn’t seem related to her radiation treatment. I’m not 100% certain on the cause, but it could have been caused by either oxygen deprivation, or a fall. She could have easily fallen during treatment and hit her head on something. That’s my best speculation. The good news is that she can recover from this, it’s just going to take time. The best course of action would be to continue with the speech therapy and specialized learning until she catches back up.”
Heather sat stunned for a moment as his words played over in her mind. Oxygen deprivation… She thought of her earlier theory. There was something there, she was almost certain of it…
“When you say oxygen deprivation, is it possible that maybe she almost drowned?”
“Uh, yes, that is a possibility actually. Why do you ask? Is there an event that comes to mind?”
“Well, when her biological mom committed suicide and Ella was found alone in the bathroom, I’m wondering if at the time Ella had been taking a bath. Maybe she had expected her mom to come back and get her, but had fallen asleep when she hadn’t and went under for a bit.”
“Oh wow, I didn’t know, that’s tough. It’s definitely a possibility, but I think it’s more likely she hit her head. The simplest answer is usually the correct one. Either way, give her time and you should begin to see improvement. “
“Okay, thank you for calling.” Heather said before hanging up. Simplest answer my ass, she thought. The pieces to the puzzle were almost there, and she was going to get to the bottom of it. |
Thanks! ^^
Ella sat motionless, too stunned to think of a reply, verbal or otherwise. She didn’t think she had ever been told to “fuck off” before. She wasn’t even entirely sure what “fuck” meant, but knew it wasn’t something you said when meeting someone for the first time. Ella turned and stared straight ahead at the empty desk that sat directly in the middle facing theirs. She could feel hot tears begin to prickle the backs of her eyelids as she fought to restrain them. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“Eat shit, you little bitch!” Ella heard come from beside her, followed by a noise that resembled the revving of a motorcycle engine.
Ella blinked and tried to clear her vision, but now tears were streaming down her cheeks. What had she done to this girl she had met only five seconds ago?
“Oh great,” a male voice said from across the room. “She’s in this class too!” She could hear the sarcasm dripping from his words. Ella turned around to see who he was talking about, only to realize he was looking directly at her! He was a few years older than her, maybe thirteen or fourteen and much larger by comparison.
Kaylee threw her head back and let out a loud exaggerated, “HA HA HA HA!” before sticking her tongue out.
Ella let out a choked sob before burying her head in her arms on top of the desk. She didn’t understand! She wanted to go back home! This had been a mistake.
“Hey, wake up, sleepy head.” a new voice said. Ella jumped when she felt a hand touch her back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare y- Oh honey, what’s wrong?” a woman asked when she saw her tear streaked face. Ella shook her head and wiped her face with the back of her hand.
“Go home!” Kaylee shouted, making Ella dissolve into fresh tears.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong?” the woman asked. Ella shook her head. “Did you have an accident?” Ella shook her head harder this time feeling mortified. “No? Did someone say something to you that upset you?” Ella sniffed and nodded her head. “Who? What happened?” After several seconds of gentle coaxing, Ella hesitantly pointed next to her.
“Weiners are for hopscotch and tapioca pudding!” Kaylee yelled.
The woman looked from Ella to Kaylee and back to Ella before a light of understanding flickered in her eyes. “Oh, honey, no. I’m sure whatever Kaylee said had nothing to do with you.” Ella looked at her doubtfully. How would she know? She hadn’t been there! “Right, Kaylee?”
“Huh?” The other girl asked, glancing up from her book.
“Why don’t you share a little about yourself?”
Kaylee grimaced and shook her head back and forth a few times before raising her hand like she had a question. She let out an annoyed sigh as if she’d had to do this a hundred times in the past. Eventually she mumbled something unintelligible that sounded like, “I have turnips.”
Ella looked at her puzzled before looking back to the woman for clarification.
“Kaylee, do you mind if I explain? I think it will make her feel better.” Ella doubted it, but let her go on.
“Your butt smells like spearmint gum!” Kaylee said before looking away embarrassed. “Fine.”
“Do you know what Tourette Syndrome is?” Ella shook her head. “It’s a neurological condition where her brain tells her body to move and speak on its own. We call them her “tics’. Most of what she blurts out doesn’t make much sense since they’re just words at random, but sometimes the words are arranged in a way that sounds like she's calling people names when really she’s not.”
“I think,” Kaylee said with a pause sounding a little guilty, “I might have said f- off, or something like it earlier.”
“Kaylee!” the woman said, sounding exasperated. “Why didn’t you explain then? Is that what upset you?” She asked, turning back to Ella. Ella slowly nodded her head.
“What? I didn’t mean it!”
“I know you didn’t, but she didn’t know that.”
“Sorry,” Kaylee mumbled before throwing her head back again and barking.
“Sweetie, it’s okay. I think I understand what upset you.” She crouched down in front of Ella and handed her a tissue. “Can I give you a hug?” Ella nodded and accepted the embrace.
The woman then sat down in the chair across from them and introduced herself. “My name is Jasmine, and I’m going to be working with you two. I’m here to help you with anything you might need, whether it’s with classwork or any special assistance with-”
“CHANGE MY DIAPER!” Kaylee shouted, making Ella jump. She glanced over to find the girl with her hands over her mouth, eyes wide and face growing crimson. She could hear the boy from earlier snickering and even Jasmine had a sympathetic smile.
“For some students, yes, if that’s the kind of help they needed.” Jasmine said. She met Ella’s eyes and gave her a wink. Now it was Ella’s turn to blush.
Jasmine pulled a folder out of her bag and looked over it. “Same address, let’s see, anything new that needs addressing...”
“Don’t mind her, she talks to herself a lot.” Kaylee whispered. Ella gave her a weak smile. “Sorry about earlier…” Kaylee mumbled. “I really wasn’t telling you to fuck off.”
“Language!” Jasmine warned without looking up.
“Oh, what’s the point?” Kaylee groaned.
“The point is none of the other kids are allowed to swear. We understand if it’s a tic and you can’t help it, but that doesn’t mean you get to swear like a sailor whenever you want.” Jasmine said. “We talked about this last year, remember. We don’t want another repeat of you and Brian.”
“Ugh, Brian.” Kaylee grumbled. “How’d we end up in the same class again?”
“Because you’re both mid-level and we don’t have enough kids for a second mid level class. He’s on the complete opposite side of the room, he won’t bother you.”
“He’s already complaining I'm here.” she grumbled. Ella felt a little better when she realized the guy hadn’t been looking at her, but at Kaylee. She wondered what had happened between them to make them each mad at the other's presence.
“Looks the same as last year,” Jasmine said, putting down the file. “Any new issues we need addressing, Kaylee?”
“No.”
“Any behavioral issues we need to talk about?” Jasmine gave her a coy smile while Kaylee sunk a little lower in her seat.
“No.”
“So you won’t cause me any problems this year? No throwing things at the aids you don’t like? No more Tic-O-grams?”
“They were tics!” Kaylee said defensively. “Most of them.” she grumbled quietly under her breath when Jasmine gave her a disbelieving stare.
“So I will not be hearing you call Mrs. Garcia a ‘Fat Heartless Bitch’ and ‘Queen of Ogres’ or whatever unoriginal thing the other kids come up with everytime she walks past you? And I will DEFINITELY not find other students slipping you dollar bills in your desk in return for such phrases ‘accidentally’ slipping out of your mouth?” She asked, throwing up air quotes around “accidentally.”
“No,” Kaylee grumbled, before throwing in a, “I’ll do it for free.”
“Kaylee!”
“I’m kidding!” Kaylee said smiling innocently. A look of sudden pain crossed her face before her neck craned hard to the left and she let out a loud “MRS. GARCIA IS A SLIMY BALL OF POTATO SALAD, DICK SHAPED, POPSICLE STICKS!”
The handful of kids present erupted in a fit of giggles. Ella could even see Mrs. Hernandez up front clamping down on her knuckle in order to stifle a snort of laughter. The only one who didn’t seem amused was a blond lady in the back glaring daggers in their direction. Ella took that to mean she was the infamous Mrs. Garcia.
Ella turned back around in her seat to find Kaylee slumped in her seat staring wide eyed at Jasmine. “That… that really was a tic! I swear!”
Jasmine studied her face for a second before letting out a sigh. “I know. Only your brain could come up with something like that.” she said before smiling.
Jasmine picked up another folder and read it. “Now who do we have here…Isabella Marsh.” she clicked her tongue as she read occasionally muttering to herself. “Wow, you’ve been through a lot these last few years. Ten years old, mostly non-verbal, please encourage speaking when possible.” She scrolled down the page until she saw a small hand written note at the bottom.
Student has severe anxiety. Please encourage and accompany to restroom during breaks. May try to run. Parental Consent form has been signed for cleaning and changes as needed.
“Hello, Isabella, it’s very nice to me-”
“Are you really ten?” Kaylee interrupted. “You look a lot smaller than ten.”
Ella shrugged and nodded her head
“You look like Tony, he’s in first grade.”
“Kaylee,” Jasmine warned.
“Sorry.” she mumbled back before craning her neck and shouting, “Elephants!”
“Would you like a tour, Isabella?” She cocked her head to the side as Ella mouthed something to her. “I’m sorry? Can you repeat that?” She bent her head down lower.
“La.”
“La?”
Ella shook her head. “El.” she paused for a breath. “La.”
“El la?” She nodded her head. “Oh, your name is Ella?” She nodded her head again. “Well alright then, Ella, would you like me to show you around?” After another nod, they stood up.
“Kaylee, why don’t you stay here and read? You already know where everything is.”
“Eat shit, Santa!” Kaylee said, before shrugging and picking up her book.
“What did Santa ever do to you?” Brian called back. “Did he not leave you the special helmet
under the tree that keeps you from licking windows?”
“Eat shit, Brian!”
“Both of you knock it off!” Mrs. Hernandez said. “Do you want to lose your recess on your first day back?”
“But he-” Kaylee started.
“Or would you rather have detention with Mrs. Garcia? I’m sure she’s missed both of you very much.” That seemed to silence them.
“It was one time.” Kaylee mumbled into her book.
Jasmine guided her around pointing out various things in the room. There were several pairs of noise cancelling headphones sitting on chargers that she could come grab whenever in case she ever got overstimulated. “We try to cater to each student's unique needs. We have had kids who, when stressed, can’t handle very much external stimulation. Kaylee’s condition isn’t always helpful, not that we have them because of her mind you, but if she does ever get to be too much you can always come grab a pair. We try to avoid meltdowns whenever possible. We also have PlayDough for those who feel they need to be doing something with their hands.”
“After lunch is twenty minutes of quiet time where we turn off all the lights. You can color, draw, rest your head on your desk. Whatever you want as long as you're being quiet. Over here we have a library where you can pick out something to read. We have books and magazines for all reading levels.”
Ella followed her around examining all the things she was shown. She was especially interested in the headphones. She wished she could take some home for when Danielle and Heather were going at it. Next she was led out a door onto a balcony that overlooked a playground with sand. She loved the feeling of sand running through her fingers. She was already looking forward to recess when she could go play in it.
After Jasmine finished showing her the outside area, they went back inside where she was led to another set of doors. “Here’s the bathroom. You are free to use it whenever you’d like.” Ella instinctively took a few steps back when the door was opened, as if to narrowly avoid the clutches of some unknown monster lurking inside. Jasmine shut the door without a word, and opened the second. Ella cautiously peeked inside and relaxed. It reminded her of the locker room at the gym they went to.
Heather had been thinking of joining a gym, so she had taken Danielle and Ella with her on the tour to see what they had thought of the place. Heather wanted to lose weight, Danielle needed to stay active for soccer and Ella had been told she needed to do light exercises to build her strength back up. So off they had gone to their local Planet Fitness just to check it out. Ella had lost interest a few minutes in as they walked along the rows of treadmills and exercise bikes. She hadn’t been paying attention when the female tour guide began leading them down a hallway. Ella looked up in time to see a fork in the path. To the left hung a sign that said, “Women’s Restroom,” and to the right, “Women’s Locker Room.”
Ella had hung back as Heather and Danielle poked their heads around and checked out the restroom, but had followed them to the right out of curiosity. She had never seen a locker room before. She wandered around the tiled room, in between the benches and looked at all the different stickers and locks on all the different metal cages. She could feel Heather’s eyes on her as they walked into the shower room.
“Yes, individual shower stalls! I was afraid it was going to be a room full of naked people like at the water park.” Danielle said. Heather hadn’t replied, her eyes were still trained on Ella as she peeked behind a door to check it out.
“Ella, does it bother you being in here?” Heather asked. Ella shook her head. It really hadn’t. She didn’t feel that chest crushing anxiety at all. That was all it took for Heather to sign them all up. From then on Heather had taken her every evening. Usually to work out, but sometimes just to have Ella take a shower. Heather had been ecstatic, stumped, but ecstatic. Ella didn’t see what the big deal was. She had liked bathing under the garden hose.
Ella walked in with Jasmine, who closed the door behind her while Ella examined the cabinets and lockers. She noticed one of the lockers had her name on it, so she opened it to find a change of clothes and a few pull ups inside.
“This is the changing room.” Jasmine said. “From time to time we do get kids who need more… personal care than others, and that’s okay.” Ella bit her lip and eyed the bed on the edge of the wall. It was like a bed in the nurse's office with paper covering the top. “And this room is also…” She turned a knob and a stream of water came crashing onto the tiled floor from a shower head Ella hadn’t noticed. She watched the water flow down the drain in a corner. “The floors are a little slanted, so be careful when walking in here.” Jasmine said while removing the shower head nozzle to show her. “For when wet wipes just can’t do the trick.”
Ella shuffled from foot to foot wishing Jasmine would turn off the water. She hated the sound of running water, it always made her have to pee.
“And here,” Jasmine said after turning off the water and opening another door. “This room and the bathroom are connected.”
Ella looked, but couldn’t hide the fear that darkened her face. She knew her bucket wasn’t here, so she’d have to use the bathroom eventually. Heather had been trying desperately to wean her off of it. Yes, she could use the restroom, but only as a last ditch resort. She still had a habit of holding it until the very last second, and sometimes on bad days she couldn’t work up the courage in time and ended up having an accident.
The last week or so Heather had been even more pushy than usual about it. She had been getting Ella up at the crack of dawn and making her sit on the toilet before her brain had enough time to wake up and process what was happening. Ella insisted on leaving the door open a quarter of the way, and made either Heather or Danielle promise to stand guard by the door and protect her from whatever demon seemed to be lurking in the bathroom's shadows ready to pounce.
The mornings and early afternoons were the easiest, but as the day progressed the monster that lived in the small tiled room seemed to grow more and more powerful. In the evenings, it was all but impossible. The monster, as Ella referred to it as, physically restrained her outside the door and refused to let her in. On most nights, when Heather wanted her to try, her pants were soaked before she even took a step in. After being bitten one too many times, Heather just let her use the bucket after 6pm. Until then, it was locked away in Heather’s room.
Ella called it The Monster, but Heather knew it was just her anxiety. Danielle had taken to calling it Spicy Deja vu. No matter the name Heather, Danielle, and Rose all agreed on one thing. Something, most likely at night, had happened to Ella in a bathroom on the night of her mother’s death, and that memory was trying to resurface in the form of nightmares. Even the psychologist had failed in getting any information out of Ella as to the contents of her dreams, not through talking, writing, or pictures. Finally, she had suggested that Ella truly didn’t remember, and maybe this was one suppressed memory that needed to stay that way.
“Honey, did you hear what I asked?” Jasmine said. Ella shook her head. “I asked if you wanted to try going potty before class started. You’re awfully ancy. Your file says you sometimes need help, and that’s what I’m here for.”
Ella shook her head out of habit, only to realize she had been dancing in place. Damn it! She did have to go.
“How about you try for me anyway?” Jasmine asked, offering her hand. Ella let out a frustrated moan, but took her hand and let her guide her into the bathroom. “It’s okay, we’re almost there. Just a couple more steps. You can do it.’
Ella gave Jasmine’s hand a death grip as they walked toward the toilet.
“I’ll be right over here when you’re done.” Jasmine said, as she walked toward the other room.
“No!” Ella yelled, for her anyway.
“Okay, don’t worry, I won’t go anywhere.” Jasmine said, sounding surprised. When Ella made no move to undress, Jasmine offered her a hand. “Here, let me help you with your clothes.”
She swiftly pulled everything down to her thighs and Ella sat. And then...nothing happened. She could feel her chest tightening. She tried the breathing and relaxation techniques the psychologist taught her. Still nothing. She was too stressed and it was only getting worse.
“Are you all done?” Jasmine asked after a minute.
“Can’t. Go.”
Jasmine gave a sad frown. “Is your tummy upset?”
Ella shook her head again. “Can’t. Pee.”
“Did you have an accident?” She looked down at the pull up. “Nope, still dry.” Ella tried getting up, but Jasmine put a hand up to stop her. “Give it another minute, if you still can’t go we can always try later. Maybe it was just a false alarm.” Ella was starting to panic. She had reached her limit of being able to be in here.
“Up!” Ella begged.
“Okay, you tried. You did good, Ella. I know you’re sca-”
Ella bolted, barely getting her skirt back up before she burst through the door. She sucked in a lungful of air as she stopped to breathe by her desk. Relief flooded her body as the invisible hands of The Monster stopped squeezing her chest.
“Um...Jasmine.” Kaylee said, staring at Ella.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Jasmine peeked her head around the corner of the bathroom, clipboard in hand as she finished writing a note.
“Got a problem over here.”
“What kind of problem?” Jasmine asked heading over.
“A leaky problem.”
“Oh, Ella!’ Jasmine whispered laying a hand on her shoulder. “You tried.”
Ella choked out a sob. Tears were spilling from her eyes, and urine was streaming down her legs. She couldn’t stop peeing! She hadn’t gotten the pull up on right in her haste to get out. The moment she had stopped running The Monster had pulled the cork. She could feel all eyes on her, including a set belonging to the infamous Mrs. Garcia. Her lips were pulled back
in a disgusted snarl as she glared at her.
“That’s so gross!” Brian said.
Ella began to sob for real
“Shh. Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Jasmine whispered. “C’mon, let's go back to the changing room and we can get you all cleaned up.”
Ella hadn’t remembered walking over, but the next thing she knew she was laying out half naked on the table, vaguely recalling Jasmine rinsing her lower half off with the shower head. She was now patting her legs dry with a towel as she tried to console her.
There was a knock and suddenly the door inched open. “How is she?” Mrs. Hernandez asked.
“Still pretty upset.”
“What happened? I thought her mom said she was in pull-ups.”
“She is, she just didn’t get them up all the way. She sat on the toilet for a bit, but she started panicking and bolted.”
“Her mom says she has some kind of PTSD related issues with bathrooms.”
“Huh, so what do you want to do? Should I give her another pull up?”
“Ella, do you think you’ll try and use the bathroom again today?” Mrs. Hernandez asked. Ella didn’t answer. “I think she’s had enough. Tape her. Give her the headphones and keep her lying down for fifteen minutes and see if she calms down. If she asks for the restroom later, take her, but give her the compression vest.”
“Okay,” Jasmine said before the door closed. Ella could hear cupboards being opened and closed. “I know you’re having a rough morning, but I’m going to try and help you feel better.”
More tears fell from her eyes when she felt her legs get lifted, but she didn’t fight it. This was her punishment. Jasmine was quick and gentle. Her hands moved as if she had done this 100 times before.
“We’re gonna take it nice as easy today, alright?” She had just taped up the sides when the door creaked open again and in walked Kaylee.
“Please give Ella some privacy and go back to your desk.”
“I came to see how my new friend was doing.” Kaylee said, ignoring Jasmine and pulling up the shower chair next to the bed.
“Friend?” Ella asked with a sniffle, not bothering to hide her current state of dress. She had hit her embarrassment limit already. There was no shame left to feel.
“Yeah! Brian got detention for his reaction earlier, and Garcia’s on her hands and knees scrubbing your pee out of the carpet. You’re my hero!”
“Kaylee! Out! Get out! You’re not supposed to be here!” Jasmine snapped. “Ella doesn’t need to hea-” she stopped, before shaking her head. Ella was curled in a ball, not crying, but laughing.
“Fine, you can stay until I get back, but then you’re going back to your desk and starting the Math packet.”
Kaylee watched her leave until she was out of ear shot.
“Remember that thing I yelled about Garcia being slimy potato salad, or whatever that was?” Ella nodded as Kaylee stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out a few dollars. “Snacks from the vending machine on me!” Ella let out a snort of laughter.
“Anyway, don’t feel bad about what happened. If you couldn’t tell, we’re all a little messed up here.” She whispered, before letting out a loud. “FUCK!” Ella smiled. “Not me though, I’m totally normal. You guys are the weird ones. ASK ME ABOUT BREASTFEEDING PUPPIES FOR FUN AND PROFIT!”
“Okay, You and your unhealthy relationship with puppies need to head back to your desk.” Jasmine said, standing in the doorway holding a pair of headphones. Kaylee snickered and stood up, but not before pulling her pants an inch down from the waist and flashing Ella the band of a pull up.
“Tics,” she said with a shrug as if that explained everything. “Hey, remember that kid last year who got mad Garcia took away his Switch so he pooped on the rug?”
“OUT!”
“Legend!” Kaylee said before closing the door behind her.
“I swear that girl!” Jasmine said, shaking her head. “What she means is that we have all sorts of kids with all sorts of problems come through here. You are not the first and certainly won’t be the last to leave your mark on the rug out there. ”
Ella grimaced and made a mental note not to lay on the floor here.
“How are you doing? You look like you're doing better.” Ella shrugged. “Here, just close your eyes for a bit and listen to this. I’ll be back in a bit to see how you’re doing.” Jasmine slipped the headphones over her ears and pressed play on her phone. Ella closed her eyes as Jasmine flipped off the lights and listened to the nature sounds coming through.
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Ella sat at the dinner table later that night, absentmindedly chasing a meatball around her plate with a fork. As per usual, she had taken three bites and claimed she was full. This time she was though. She had filled up on candy and applesauce during lunch. Kaylee had gotten her a packet of Peanut Butter M&ms. She wasn’t used to eating that much candy at once and had been on a sugar high all afternoon. They didn’t get much classwork done either, especially when Kaylee had unexpectedly grabbed Ella’s head in her hands and given her a large lick up the side of her face.
The three of them had sat in stunned silence looking from one person to the other before Jasmine finally asked, “Kaylee...was...was that a tic?”
“Yeah.” she said quietly sinking low in her seat before all three of them had burst into laughter. Ella had jokingly pleaded with Jasmine to switch seats with her, but she had vehemently refused.
“No way, girlie, I ain’t sittin in the splash zone.”
“So, Ella, how was your first day of school? Do you like it? ” Heather asked.
It was awful at first, but it got better, she thought.
“Yes.” she said.
“You looked like you were having fun when I picked you up. Who was that you were playing with?”
“Kay. Lee.” She croaked. She took a sip of water and massaged her sore throat.
“You’re a little raspy tonight. Were you using your voice a lot today?”
“Yes.”
“Oh good! I’m glad to hear! It’s good practice! The more you use your vocal cords the sooner your voice will come back. So Is Kaylee your friend?”
“Yes.”
“I’m happy to hear that! You could use some friends!”
“Is yes all you can say?” Charlie asked with a grin.
“Yes.” Ella said back.
“Don’t encourage him, Ella.” Danielle said.
“So what did you learn? Math, Vocabulary?” he asked, poking a meatball with a fork.
“Words.” Ella said.
“Oh yeah? What kinds of new words?” Heather asked.
“Fuck.” |
There was the clanging of dropped utensils followed by silence. Ella knew from the look on Heather’s face she was in trouble. Her lips were pulled tight and her eyes narrowed. She looked like she was about to say something, but before she could, Danielle and Charlie had broken the silence with uncontrolled gales of laughter. Her eyes shifted from Ella onto the pair of them and then back to Ella.
“That kind of language isn’t allowed in this house.” she said. Ella sunk in her seat. “I’m giving you a warning this once, but if I- Will you two stop laughing!” She snapped at them. “You’re sending the wrong message.”
“I. Can’t. Breathe.” Danielle managed to choke out through fits of laughter. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”
“Sorry, honey, it was just so unexpected.” Charlie said, wiping his mouth with his napkin as he tried to pull himself together. Ella could tell he was still trying to fight back a grin as he looked up at Ella. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” He sounded very unconvincing with his bright red face and teary eyes.
“And-and you said you were glad she wasn’t in public school so she wouldn’t pick up bad habits!” Danielle roared making Charlie lose his composure all over again. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Fu-”
“You are not too old to go over my knee young lady!” Heather said through pursed lips. “Please get yourself under control.”
“Sorry,” she said, raising a glass of water to her lips and taking a drink.
“I hope I’m not too old to go over your knee.” said Charlie. Danielle choked on her water, spilling it down the front of her shirt.
“OUT! Both of you!” She shook her head at them as they left, laughing all the way to the living room.
Once it had gone quiet again, Heather turned her eyes back on Ella. “Did you hear that at school?” Ella nodded. “Words, Ella.”
“Yes.” She croaked out.
“Who? Another student or a teacher?”
“Kay-” she trailed off, unable to get the last syllable out. Heather looked displeased.
“She shouldn’t be using that kind of language.”
Ella pulled her phone out of her pocket and began to text Heather the rest.
“No, Ella, use your words.”
“Can’t say. Too big.”
She can’t control it. She has Tur its.
“What do you mean? What’s Tur its?”
Ella wiggled around and mimicked some of Kaylee’s movements with her neck and arms. Heather looked at her as if she had just spoken Latin. She did it again, but no recognition came to Heather.
Danielle came back in, now composed and headed for the table. “Just wanted my water.”
“Do you know what she’s trying to say?” asked Heather.
Danielle watched her wiggle around before shrugging. “Maybe she’s trying to make it rain.” Heather rolled her eyes and showed her the text message. “Tur its… Tur its… Oh! I think she means Tourette’s!”
Ella pointed to Danielle.
“Ten points for Slytherin!”
“I… don’t think I know what that means.” admitted Heather.
“Yeah you do, It was on that show we watched on TV with the kids who were yelling swear words and moving their heads? You remember Leslie from soccer last year? Her little sister has it.”
“Vaguely. Is that the really tall one?”
“Yeah.”
Heather pursed her lips together. “I don’t know if I want you hanging around her, Ella. She sounds like she might be a bad influence.”
“No!” said Ella, sounding firm.
“You better not hear Leslie talk like that. She’d be so mad ”
“Well Leslie’s not here, this isn’t her sister, and I don’t need Ella picking up any more bad habits.”
“We sit to-to-geth-er.” Ella managed to say while crossing her middle and index fingers. “Par- part-ners.”
“I think I like that even less.”
“Mom, seriously?” said Danielle. “Let her have her friend. It’s only been a day.”
Heather scowled. “That’s my point! It’s only been a day and she’s already parroting what she hears her say.”
“It’s not like she said it as a swear word. She didn’t yell it while stubbing her toe. You asked her what she learned and she told you.”
“Danielle,” Heather said with a sigh, “Take Ella and go pick out a movie. I’ll join you in a minute.”
“Friend!” Ella repeated. “Friend!”
“Go!” Heather insisted. “I’m just going to clear the table.”
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Once the girls had left, Heather went to her purse and pulled out her cell phone feeling peeved the school had failed to mention what Ella would be exposed to in their care. She was young and impressionable! She scrolled through her contacts until she found Mrs. Hernandez and hit Send.
“Hello, yes, I’m sorry for disturbing you at home, but I was hoping we could talk. This is Heather Graceland, Isabella Marsh’s foster mom-”
“Oh, hi, how are you? I’m assuming you’re calling about the note I sent her home with today.”
“I’m calling about- wait, what note?”
“Oh, I sent it pinned to the bag with her soiled clothes.”
Great, thought Heather as she pinched her eyes shut and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. She didn’t tell me she brought home dirty clothes and now her backpack probably smells like pee.
“She had a bit of an episode this morning and I’m a little concerned.”
“What kind of episode? What happened?”
“Well it started when she had an accident in front of a few kids. She was understandably pretty upset, especially when a few of them laughed and made some inappropriate comments-”
“Was it Kaylee who laughed at her?” said Heather, cutting her off. “She’s actually the reason I called.”
“Kaylee Shepherd? What? No, quite the opposite from what their paraeducator told me. Jasmine said Kaylee sat with Ella while we had her lying in the changing room to rest. I heard she really calmed Ella down. The trouble had come after. Ella had fallen asleep, so we let her nap in there for a bit, and she seemed to have some kind of fit in her sleep.”
“Yeah, we’ve been trying to get to the bottom of that for a while now. My oldest shares a room with her, and says it’s been an ongoing concern in the months since we’ve had her.”
“Okay, so you are aware? Good, okay I just wanted to check and make sure she wasn’t having some kind of seizure.”
“No, nothing like that, we’ve had her checked. The doctor says it’s all psychological. It’s stemming from stress. We’re not entirely positive as to what, but we believe she sustained some kind of trauma in her past.”
“Oh, I see, and does that have anything to do with the toilet anxiety?”
“It’s not the toilet, but the bathroom as a whole, and yes, it does all seem to come together.”
“Is Ella being seen regularly by mental health specialists? If not, we do have resources to get her in touch with certain services.”
“Yes, I can barely keep track of them all! She has psychologists, psychiatrists, case workers, therapists. No one can really seem to get to the bottom of it. I keep pushing her forward so she has a better chance of catching up with other kids her age, but she still seems off from what a nearly 11 year old should be. I mean, I honestly can’t believe they’ve let these problems go on for so long! I never would have allowed Danielle to run around in pull ups at her age just because she was scared. At some point she’s just going to have to grow out of this. The doctors kept saying give it time, and i’ve given her plenty! I think it’s time I give her that final push. No more pull-ups, no more buckets. Sooner or later she’s going to figure out nothing’s going to hurt her. I think she’s ready.”
“I do have a suggestion, if I may?”
Heather narrowed her eyes, clutching the phone a little bit tighter. The silence hung thick in the air before Mrs. Hernandez spoke back up without a reply.
“If what I witnessed today is a result of exposing her to the bathroom; she’s not ready. That reaction wasn’t the result of a typical child being scared or anxious. From what i’ve witnessed first hand, and from what you’ve shared with me from the few times we’ve spoken, this is trauma. There is no quick fix, unfortunately. Making her face her fears when she is not ready may only serve to cause her more harm in the long run. While a typical person or child may get over their fears after being exposed to something that frightens them, a person with trauma may not. Something in Ella’s subconscious is telling her that whenever she goes in the bathroom her very life is in danger. ”
“What am I supposed to do? Keep her in diapers?” said Heather, sounding indignant at the very thought.
“Would that really be so bad?”
“Absolutely not! I will not have my nearly eleven year old with a perfectly functioning bladder and bowels, running around in diapers!”
“It’s only a thought. Limiting her exposure to triggering situations could lead to less flashbacks and improve her quality of life. Symptoms aren't appearing only in the restroom. Jasmine said even after only spending a single afternoon with her she could tell Ella is very anxious. She jumps at loud and sudden noises, and is hyper vigilant of her surroundings. She spends more time checking her surroundings than doing schoolwork, and any admonishment has her quick to tears. It’s common in children who have a history of abuse or neglect.”
“We don’t know if she’s been abused.” said Heather although she knew very well all signs seemed to point that way. Raising Ella seemed to come with one challenge after another. One week Ella would be scared of Heather’s mere shadow, the next Heather never got a moment to herself with Ella clinging to her like a baby possum.
On her clingy days, Ella would camp out on the couch, in the office, with her sketchbook and drawing supplies, while Heather worked on the laptop. Once Heather got off, Ella would follow her to the living room where they’d put on a movie and cuddle on the couch together. A week or two later, when Ella’s attention meter seemed to have been filled, she’d be off, either doing her own thing, or go with Danielle to soccer practice and play in the jungle gym.
Then the cycle would repeat itself and Ella would be attached at Heather’s hip as if she had never been shown an ounce of love in her life.
The therapist had also said that was a sign of trauma. She was cycling through stages of isolation, mistrusting anyone who got too close, then went looking for a “rescuer.” Heather had been confused at first. Ella had already been “rescued”, but the therapist explained what Ella was searching for was a relationship that made her feel safe. Heather tried her best, but the only one who seemed welcome during all her stages was Ribbit.
“She hates being wet.” Heather went on. “ She’s expressed to me before that she wants to use the toilet and be like normal kids her own age.”
“Well, one reason for that is she wears pull-ups, which are made to make kids feel uncomfortable so they take an interest in potty training. Another reason could be she is expressing interest because she knows that’s what you want.”
“We’ve worked so hard to get her to where she is though! I can’t just throw that away.”
“I’m not asking you too. I’m asking you to sit her down and ask her what she wants. You mentioned something about a bucket?”
“A camping toilet, yeah.”
“Maybe she’s perfectly fine with that arrangement. Maybe you just need to take one step back, not a full leap. We can always put a camping toilet in the changing room for her if need be. Just talk to her.”
“I’ll think about it.” Heather said. She had almost hung up before even discussing what she had called about in the first place. “What I wanted to talk to you about was Kaylee.”
“Oh? What about Kaylee?”
“Ella came home and dropped the F-bomb. She certainly didn’t learn it from us. I really don’t want Ella exposed to that sort of language. I hear she has some kind of thing.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t discuss private information involving the other students. We can certainly impress on Ella that whatever she may hear should not be repeated.”
“I really don’t want her around it at all. She seems like she might be a bad influence. I called to see about separating them.”
There was a long pause, and Heather wondered if her phone dropped the call.
“Is that what Ella wants? They seemed to be getting along well today.”
“No, and she’s not very happy with me, but I feel it-”
“Mrs. Graceland,” Mrs. Hernandez said, interrupting her. “While I can not go into the specifics of Kaylee’s condition, our school promises to be a safe space where kids with all disabilities can come to learn in a place where they feel accepted, understood and are taught with patience and respect. We also make it a point to teach students to accept the differences of others. We do not discriminate against our students. If Ella were to say she feels Kaylee is too much of a distraction to her learning, then I would consider moving their desks, but we will not forcefully keep them apart against their will due to a student having a certain kind of disability. We are happy to teach Ella, as we do all students, not to repeat what is overheard in her company, but as this is out of Kaylee’s control, I do not feel punishing her by taking away her friend is an appropriate course of action, do you?”
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Heather stood in the hallway feeling dumbfounded. That was not how she thought the conversation would play out. Instead of the school apologizing and having Ella moved safely away before she picked up on any new lingo, Heather had been the one to swallow her pride and apologize. Mrs. Hernandez had come to the defense of her student, and she had come swinging. Now she wondered if maybe she had jumped to conclusions about Kaylee after being told a second time how she had been there for Ella.
The phone call had also given her a lot to think about. Maybe she had been pushing Ella too hard too fast. What was the point of making Ella sit on the toilet if she was too scared for anything to even come out. Was she really just setting her up for failure?
Heather’s head throbbed just thinking about it. No matter what she did she seemed to make the wrong move. She felt like an armature chess player going up against a computer who would always win. She had gone to all the professionals, she followed the doctors orders to a ‘T’ and yet, here she was back at square one. Did she let Ella slide backwards or did she make her keep moving forward?
She cleared the table while lost in thought. Mrs. Hernandez’s words seemed to sting. “Is that really what Ella wants, or is Ella only saying it because she knows that’s what you want?” She had a sinking suspicion that was the case.
Heather spotted Ella’s backpack in the corner. She picked it up and opened it, relieved to find her soiled clothes sealed tightly in a bag trapping the odor with it. She spotted the note and pried it off.
Ella is showing an unprecedented level of anxiety when faced with using the restroom to the point she is physically unable to urinate. As a result, Ella had an accident on herself and the floor. While we welcome students in need of varying levels of personal care, we strive to limit students exposure to harmful bodily fluids. Due to Ella’s current mental state, we do not feel it is in her best interest to pursue her on file instructions of care without a doctor's written consent.
Until such time where more suitable arrangements can be made, please send Ella in more appropriate attire. Enclosed are a few garments to hold you over until more can be obtained. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to call me.
- Mary Hernandez
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Ella sat at her desk feeling confused. Heather had gone through the previous night acting as if nothing had happened. She had expected to be punished. Instead they watched movies until 9:30 pm where Heather sent her off to bed with a kiss to the forehead. This morning had been even more strange. Heather had come to wake her up later than usual. Instead of being dragged off to the bathroom half conscious against her will, she had been told to use her bucket.
Ella had wasted no time in this, eagerly bunching up her nightshirt as she sat on the seat behind her bed.
“Ella,” Danielle groaned from underneath her blankets. “Keep it down, you’re making me have to pee. Some of us have to get up and walk to the other end of the house.”
Like any good sister, Ella’s response had been to position herself in a way that made her stream as loud as possible.
Once she had finished, Heather had told her to lie back down on the bed. Without an explanation, Heather had then put her in a diaper before sending her off to school. Now she sat at her desk wondering what the hell just happened as she religiously swiped her hand behind her back to check if it was poking out.
Kaylee snickered and put her book away. “You’re just making it obvious.” Ella pulled her note book out of her backpack and began writing a response.
I think it’s because I’m in trouble.
Kaylee frowned as she read the note. “No one puts a kid in a diaper because they're in trouble. Mrs. Hernandez probably told your mom to after what happened yesterday. You were freaking out and I saw Jasmine putting some in your backpack.”
Ella realized that made a lot more sense than what she thought it was for. So I’m not in trouble for… earlier?
“Nah, happens all the time. There’s a rumor that you can’t graduate until you stain the carpet at least once. It’s like tradition or something. You just got it out of the way on your first day.”
Ella considered this before asking, So have you?
Kaylee seemed to lose her composure for a moment. “Don’t trust a fart on Taco Tuesday.”
Ella scrunched up her face in disgust before laughing. “Fuck!” Kaylee blurted out.
I got in trouble for saying that last night.
“Why’d you say that of all things? You don’t even talk much.”
Ella shrugged before writing, Heather kept making me talk. My throat was hurting and it was the easiest thing I could think of to say. Then she made me tell her where I heard it from and now she thinks you’re a bad influence. Ella thought this would make Kaylee laugh, but instead she seemed to deflate and Ella could tell Kaylee seemed hurt.
“Guess you shouldn’t talk to me then.” said Kaylee before giving her the cold shoulder.
Ella tried getting her attention, but Kaylee seemed to be looking everywhere but at her. What had she done? When all her written attempts had failed, she moved on to audible ones. When those had failed as well, Ella slumped down on her desk and rested her head in her arms.
“Good morning, class!” Mrs. Hernandez called out making Ella jump.
Kaylee let out a few barks before slapping herself in the face with one hand and swiping everything off her desk with the other. She let out an annoyed sigh as she watched pencils and paper scatter across the floor. She got up and began hurriedly collecting her things, but just when she grabbed the last elusive pencil, Kaylee would let out a yell and throw them. On the third attempt, while she was crawling under a desk, she had suddenly sprung up and hit her head with a loud thwack.
That seemed to have been her breaking point. She collapsed to the floor, clutching her head as she rocked back and forth. Ella had tried to help her, but Kaylee had moaned at her to stop and turned away from her. Ella stood helplessly by as Jasmine helped Kaylee to her feet and led her onto the table in the changing room to lie down before leaving to get some ice.
Still quietly wondering what she had done wrong, Ella picked up the scattered pencils and paper before sitting back down and setting them in a pile on Kaylee’s side. She could hear her writhing on the table and yelling an assortment of words and curses. She seemed to quiet down when Jasmine returned with ice. Ella had wanted to see if she was ok, but Jasmine had shut the door behind her.
Mrs. Hernandez had gone on with the morning announcements, picking up where she left off as if nothing had happened. When she had finished and excused the class to begin working on their assignments, Ella was forced to open her English packet on her own and start as Jasmine was still preoccupied. When Jasmine had finally emerged, Kaylee hadn’t followed.
“I see you started already, good job.” Jasmine said, taking a seat across from Ella.
Is she okay? Ella mouthed.
“She’s just having a rough morning. She wants to lie down until her head feels better. She’ll be okay.”
I made her mad at me. Ella wrote in her notebook. I said Heather called her a bad influence and now she won’t talk to me.
“So that’s what got her all wound up.” Jasmine said, more to herself. “Sometimes people say and do some not very nice things to Kaylee because of something they don’t understand. She gets punished for things that aren't her fault and it can be very frustrating for her. Nobody likes feeling unwanted.”
Ella dug through her backpack until she pulled out her sketchbook and flipped to the picture she had been working on this morning. “Friend.” Ella said, showing Jasmine the picture.
“Oh, Ella! Did you draw that?” Jasmine asked looking at the sketch of Kaylee in awe. Ella nodded and reached for her sketchbook, but Jasmine had picked it up and had begun flipping through the pages. “These are, wow! Where did you learn to draw like this?”
Instead of responding Ella made another grab for the book. If Jasmine kept going she would find her other drawings. Ella could see the moment Jasmine had gone too far. The look of awe was gone and in its place grew a worried frown.
She flipped through the back pages silently. Some were of herself, trapped by black vines holding her in place while words she associated with herself surrounded her. Worthless. Burden. Broken. Sick. Disgusting. Slow.
Another page had the words from her repetitive nightmares written over and over again, “Let mommy make it all better.” The final page held her most recent drawing in the back section. A sketch she had stayed up late drawing last night after waking with a fragment of memory previously lost to her. It was a doorway, and in that doorway leaned a blacked out figure. All except the face. With long stringy black hair and a pointed nose, he leaned in with tear filled and blood shot eyes. A face she hadn’t recalled being in her nightmare until last night. Her old soccer coach.
“Ella, who is this?” Jasmine asked, turning the page around.
Ella mumbled something that Jasmine had barely caught.
“The monster.” |
I really need to learn to keep things to myself, Ella thought, sitting on the couch in the tiny windowless room of the family therapists office. She was smushed in the middle of Heather and Danielle on an uncomfortable brown sofa only meant for two people. Susan, the family counselor they had begun seeing, was flipping through the back of Ella’s sketchbook with an unreadable expression on her face. When she finally put it down, she addressed Ella first.
“So, Ella. why did you refer to this man as The Monster?”
Ella shrugged. She was done sharing. Everytime she opened her mouth, literally or figuratively, she found herself in trouble.
“Do you remember this man from somewhere?” she tried again.
In truth she had remembered him. He was her old soccer coach that didn’t get along with her mom. What she couldn’t understand was why his face had appeared in her recurring dream. No one else had ever been there before. Just her and her mom holding each other while her mom whispered those words. “Let mommy make it all better.” She wondered for the hundredth time why words that should have been soothing made her feel the pressure of the black vines reaching around her throat and chest. Usually that’s when she’d wake, gasping and crawling at her neck for air.
Instead of her nightmare ending there, her vision had gone black and she had reappeared in the bathtub. Then the monster, with long black tentacles for hands, had appeared in the doorway wearing her old soccer coaches face, and he was weeping. She wondered if she was putting too much thought into it. It was only a dream after all. At least that’s what she tried to tell herself. As much as she wanted to believe it was just a dream, she could remember bits and pieces of that night.
She had been getting sick. Violently. It had been one of her worst nights. Thanks to the recurring dreams, she could vividly remember the pain she was in. Her mouth hurt, her throat hurt, her stomach, her bones, her muscles. Everything hurt. She remembered pleading with the empty air to “please, make it stop!” followed by her mother's warm embrace and the whispered words. And then nothing.
Try as she might, that was the only thing she could remember before waking to find herself in the hospital an orphan. So then why did she now have the feeling her soccer coach had been there? Him of all people? It made no sense! She had so many more questions now that her brain had decided she was ready for a little more of the truth. Why was he there so late at night? Why was he there, period? Why was he crying?
“Let’s come back to that later.” Susan had said after realizing getting a response was futile.
“Heather, how are you and Danielle getting along?”
Coming to family therapy had been quite different than her other appointments. She kind of liked it, since it wasn’t all about her. Sometimes she just got to sit, listen and learn things about her new family she hadn’t known.
Some of the things Ella learned were eye opening. Like the number of miscarriages Heather had had before giving up and looking toward adoption. It took nineteen miscarriages before they had discovered abnormalities with Heather's uterus, along with precancerous cysts in her ovaries, which led to an early hysterectomy in her 40’s. There lied a large portion of Danielle and Heather's conflict. When Charlie had first mentioned the change, Ella had thought he had been referring to her. Ella now understood she was not the driving wedge between them. Menopause was. It was nice to know Heather’s wild mood swings had not been brought on by the stress of Ella’s arrival.
Besides Heather’s failed attempts at having another child, Ella heard the truth to a question that had been nagging at her from day one. Why Ella? The answer had been so simple she wanted to slap herself. It was Ella, or it was nothing.
The wait to adopt an infant was years. Ella didn’t know if Heather just had the world's worst luck, or the stars were just aligning themselves in a way to keep Heather from having a baby at any and all cost, but every match had seemed to fall through at the last minute. Whether it was the agency deciding another family was a better fit after months of planning, or a mother deciding, after holding her newborn baby, to not give it up for adoption afterall. It was one disappointment after another.
Heather’s plan had then been to foster a baby instead, that was until she learned it was not a permanent placement. The thought of getting attached, and then having to say good-bye quickly put a stop to that idea. She had almost given up on the idea of raising any more kids when she had come across a picture online of an adorable, albeit sickly, looking five or six year old girl sitting alone in the hospital. A phone call later revealed that Ella hadn’t been a kindergartener at all, but nearly a ten year old!
Heather wasn’t looking to take in an older child, she already had one teenager and that was enough. She was about to turn her down, but the woman on the phone kept insisting she come down and meet her. “She is just the sweetest thing! She’s just so quiet and shy!”
The first trip, Heather had driven down by herself. She was shocked by what she saw. She was so tiny! Were they sure she was really ten? If she hadn’t been led in by Rose, she would have assumed she had walked into the wrong room.
“She’s had a hard life.” Rose had told her after their visit. “Her mother died in the middle of her treatments and she’s been alone ever since. Now that she’s in remission, we’ve done all we can for her. What she really needs now is a family.”
That had been the first time Ella had learned the truth. Ella hadn’t been chosen over all the other kids. She was the only kid. A part of her felt like she should feel hurt, but deep down she had known it to be the truth all along. She really had been the last doll, broken and alone, sitting on an otherwise empty toy shelf.
Another thing Ella had learned was the true motivation behind the sudden push of getting rid of her bucket. It wasn’t that Heather thought Ella was ready, it was that Danielle was still pissed and Susan had seemed to have taken her side. According to Susan, Danielle had every right to be upset. Not only had she lost her room, but she had been expected to put up with the sight and smell of someone using her space as a restroom. The bucket had to be moved. Instead of moving it, Heather had taken it upon herself to wean Ella off of it. This had been met with a scolding both Ella and Danielle had secretly relished.
The only people Ella fully opened up with were Jasmine and Kaylee. If Ella had known everything she shared was being put in her file and sent to Heather, Ella may not have trusted her so much. As for Kaylee, It had taken time, but she had opened up about why she was so upset. It had apparently not been the first time parents had tried to separate her from their children. Adults seemed to see her as an infectious disease there to ruin their babies innocence. Kaylee had pointed out that the kids in question, whose parents worried for their innocence, had never been all that innocent to begin with. They had just seen her as a scapegoat.
The girls had quickly made up, and soon the two were connected at the hip. Kaylee had always lent her an ear, or in Ella’s case eyes, when Ella needed to vent her frustrations, whether it be schoolwork, homelife, or Brian’s ever growing taunts at her. If there was one drawback to befriending Kaylee, it was it that it had put her on Brian’s radar.
“Worth it.” Ella had said one afternoon when Kaylee had apologized for the upteenth time for drawing a target on her back. If there was one thing Kaylee seemed to do more than tic, it was to apologize. It hadn’t taken long at all for Ella to notice Kaylee wasn’t nearly as confident as she had pretended to be on day one. By day three, she was certain that her story about making money by purposefully shouting obscenities at Mrs. Garcia had been nothing but a lie. Kaylee shrank at the woman's mere presence, and the times she did shout, her words were accompanied by such complex movements, Ella had a hard time believing those had been purposeful.
After prodding her day after day, Kaylee finally cracked and the truth had come out. She had never faked her tics, not even once. The rumor had been spread by none other than Brian.
“From what I heard, he had been caught reaching into my desk.” Kaylee explained. “I always had my lunch money in it. He got caught trying to steal, but he said he wasn’t taking money, he was giving it to me as payment for calling Mrs. Garcia a-well, I don’t remember the actual thing, but they started getting suspicious as to why I always had money.”
Don’t you always buy stuff from the vending machines here though? Ella had asked.
“Yeah, but apparently they never noticed before. I have this thing called echo-lala, or echo-something, it makes me repeat what I hear. Brian told the other kids that if they repeated stuff a bunch of times, I’d say it too. They started making a game out of it. They’d follow me around repeating crude things over and over until I ticced it. It got to the point when I’d get stressed, out they would come, and well, Mrs. Garcia stresses me out.” Kaylee said with a shrug of her shoulders. “She’d walk by, and my brain would decide, ‘now would be the perfect time to hit the playback button’.”
Didn’t you tell anyone?
“I didn’t understand that I couldn’t control it at the time. It was still kind of new to me then. I didn’t used to be like this a few years ago.”
Me neither. What happened?
“I don’t really know. I don’t remember being like this back in Texas.” Kaylee explained as they sat on a pair of open swings and gently rocked back and forth. “We moved here, I went to a new school, and then a couple weeks in… I don’t know. It felt like something was inside me trying to get out. I had to move. I had to yell. If I didn’t it would just keep getting worse until I thought I was gonna blow up or something. It started with movements, then noises, and then I was yelling whole words and phrases out of the blue! I started yelling words I had never said in my life! I must have spent a whole month grounded and in detention before we finally figured it out.”
Were you scared?
“A little bit. I think I was more angry since no one believed me.”
How did you end up here?
“I got kicked out of my old school. I kind of… kicked a guy in the nuts for picking on me. Worth every bit of trouble I got into for that.” They both giggled at that. “What about you? Who was that guy you drew in your book and why were they freaking out about it?”
It’s just a dream.
“Must be one scary dream to make you scream like that.” Ella cocked her head to the side in confusion. “On your first day, you fell asleep and started screaming, ‘MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY!’ We were surprised because they said you didn’t talk.”
I do sometimes, it’s just hard. Heather makes me talk at home. It’s just faster if I write it.
“Who is Heather?”
My foster mom. She’s kind of like a mom, but…
“Wouldn’t calling her mom be easier than Heather? Like at home since she makes you talk. If you needed to get her attention.”
Ella shook her head. She’s not my mom.
Despite having lived with them for a few months, the thought of calling them “mom” and “dad” had never crossed her mind. Everything still felt so temporary. She felt like she was intruding on their family, and she was the outsider. Except for Danielle that was. They had pretty quickly fallen into the roles of sisters by going out of their way to annoy each other whenever humanly possible. When Danielle made the room smell like nail polish remover and left her toenail clippings on Ella’s side of the room, Ella retaliated by losing a few colored pencil shavings in Danielle’s bed sheets.
Maybe that’s why Ella liked her so much. It didn’t feel like Danielle walked on eggshells around her.
They sat in silence for a moment before Kaylee asked the question that seemed to be on everyone’s mind since she came here. “Why are you scared of the bathroom?”
She thought of giving her typical answer, a shrug of the shoulders and nothing more, but she liked Kaylee. She pondered how best to explain.
It hurts my chest. I can’t breathe and everything kind of starts to go black. Besides, these are way comfier.
Ella jumped up and landed back down on her butt for emphasis. Kaylee giggled. She hadn’t been thrilled about being reintroduced to diapers again, but they had quickly grown on her. They almost never leaked like the pull-ups always had, and they didn’t immediately become super uncomfortable to remind her of her indiscretion.
The doctor said I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
“What’s that?” Kaylee asked, plopping down next to her in the sand.
Something bad happened, but I don’t remember what. The bathroom triggers some kind of episode. All I know is I woke up in the hospital unable to talk and found out my mom died. I’m not really sure what that has to do with the bathroom though. I lived there for a couple years before Heather brought me here.
“That’s...that’s insane! I’m sorry! I hate the hospital! It must have been horrible to live there.”
Ella shrugged. Some of the things were. The sickness. The loneliness. All the nights she woke up alone crying for her mother, only to remember she was gone. A lump formed in her throat. She didn’t like thinking about that time. She referred to them as “the first three”. They were the first three months after her mother died. When she woke up sick from the chemo, there were no hands to comfort her. No words of encouragement or hope, only the incessant beeping of machines.
Then Ella remembered something else; something darker than just loneliness. Her own mortality. At one point she had been told the chemo wasn’t working. She was supposed to have died.
She couldn’t remember the conversation, but she remembered the room she was in, with the medical textbooks in the bookshelf and the framed diplomas on the wall. Her mother was wailing and yet, Ella couldn’t stop staring at those diplomas, with the fancy cursive writing. What an odd thing to be so transfixed with when you were being told you had six months left to live. Why had somebody gotten an award from something called Dartmouth? What in the hell kind of a sport was that?
Ella laid down in the sand and stared up at the clouds. She had come such a long way from then. She had beaten the odds. She had beaten cancer.
A single tear escaped the corner of her left eye, racing down past her ear and into the sand. She hadn’t been alone. Not really.
A different memory played in her mind's eye. The one and only time Rose had been really
mad at her.
Rose had been trying to get her to eat, but Ella kept refusing. Her body kept rejecting everything it received.
“You need to eat something, Ella!” Rose had been trying to spoon feed her applesauce after seeing the untouched meal for the third time that day. Ella just sat there, motionless, staring at the wall lost in her grief. Rose let out a defeated sigh and dropped the spoon. “You need your strength to get better. Don’t you want to get better?”
Just let me die.
That’s when Ella suddenly found herself inches from Rose’s face, her note crumpled is Rose’s clenched fist. There was a look in her eye’s Ella had never seen before that scared her more than an incoming phlebotomist pushing their cart into her room.
“Now you listen to me, little girl! You are not going to die! No, look at me!” She grabbed Ella’s face in her hand as she tried to look away and forced Ella to meet her eyes. “You are going to wake up tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, and you are going to keep fighting. It’s not going to be easy, and it’s not going to be fun, but you are going to get better!”
The next thing Ella knew, she was being scooped up in a single sweep of Rose’s arm and set back down on Rose’s lap as she sat on her bed. Ella let her face fall on the woman’s shoulder, no longer able to contain the emotional storm that had been brewing inside her for days. She bawled into the woman’s scrubs as Rose gently rocked her back and forth, occasionally stopping to rub the top of Ella’s bald head. With every fallen tear, drip of snot and anguished wail, she could feel the terror, rage, and numbness slowly ebbing away. Ever so faintly she could feel a new emotion she hadn’t felt in months. Peace.
“We’re going to get through this, Ella, you’re not alone.” Rose whispered, before kissing the top of her head and laying the now half asleep girl in bed.
Ella’s heart ached at the memory. She knew Rose was just doing her job, but there was a certain...closeness she had felt with Rose that wasn’t there with Heather. No matter how many times Ella got in Heather’s lap, or wrapped her arms around her, she always felt so far away, no matter how physically close they were.
There was something else about that evening, hadn’t there been? Hadn’t Rose turned away a late night visitor? She had been mostly asleep at that point, but she had the vaguest sliver of a memory of a man standing in her doorway holding a vase of flowers. The vase had been there sitting on a table next to her when she woke up with a handwritten note.
It’s going to get better now.
She had originally thought they had been from Rose, but now she wasn’t so sure. What did it matter? It had been over a year ago. Who cared who they were from? But still... Something nagged at the back of her mind. Something about those words seemed so familiar.
It came to her all at once. She knew where she had heard those words! She let out an audible gasp and shot up to a sitting position. Her dream!
His lips had been on hers. She had been lying on her back looking up at him. He was crying when her eyes made contact with his.
“It’s going to get better now, Ella! It’s all gonna get better!”
Why was he there? Why had he been kissing her? She knew she needed to tell someone this time… if only she could remember his name! He had been there that night! She was sure of it! All she had to do was ask him what happened and it would all make sense! She needed to find him!
She ignored all of Kaylee’s questions as she continued to rub her lips. She jotted down what she knew on a piece of paper and tore it out. She would give it to Jasmine later. Maybe she could help her find him.
“Ella, could you come here?” Mrs. Hernandez called from upstairs. Ella frowned. Was recess already over? She looked to Kaylee who shrugged and yelled something provocative about donut holes.
Ella brushed herself off before climbing the steps, mentally running through any and everything she could possibly be in trouble for. When she stepped inside, she was surprised to find a bouquet of flowers waiting for her on her desk along with a small Amazon box. Upon closer inspection, all the personal information had been crossed out with a black marker. She examined the flowers, multicolored roses surrounded by white Baby’s Breath. She picked up the card and read:
Happy Birthday, my little artist.
Her heartbeat with excitement. Her birthday wasn’t until tomorrow, but she was already getting gifts? She hadn’t had a real birthday in over two years! She eagerly opened the box and her mouth dropped as she pulled it out. It was a tablet specifically designed to plug into a computer to draw with. She couldn’t believe the school had gotten her this! It looked really expensive too!
“Th-thank you!” she managed to get out. Her wide smile faltered a little when they looked at her puzzled.
“A man dropped that off for you in front of the building a few minutes ago. He just rang the doorbell and left it.” said Mrs. Hernandez. “Next time, tell your foster dad he’s welcome to come in and leave it at the front desk so it doesn’t get stolen.”
Ella felt her stomach tighten as she shook her head. Charlie wasn’t even in the state today. He wouldn’t be back for three more days.”
They frowned when Ella explained in a note.
“Then who?…” Mrs. Hernandez said. “Wait here, I’m going to go talk to the front desk.”
Ella’s concerns quickly vanished as she opened up the tablet and began setting it up. She had almost forgotten about Mrs. Hernandez until she, followed by the lady that worked the front office, were in front of her desk.
“Ella, can you watch this video and tell me if you recognize this man?”
She looked up to find a cell phone in front of her, and video from a Ring doorbell security camera loading on the screen. She pressed play and watched as a familiar face bent down, dropped the items, and walked away without looking back. She had only seen his face for a split second, but that was all it had taken, before a name she had struggled to remember flashed through her mind. Coach Stanley Virtamin.
She no longer needed to find him. He had found her.
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Heather hung up the phone and sat on the couch too stunned to even process what had just happened. It had been Ella’s school and Ella had just passed them a note confirming all of their worst fears.
Her blood was boiling as she was beginning to let the words sink in. The school had informed her they had already called the police before reading her the contents of the note. One line kept replaying over and over in her head.
I was lying on my back and he was kissing me.
Every word was like a knife wound in her chest. She was lying on her back and he was kissing her. The 38 year old man was kissing an eight year old girl with leukemia on the mouth…
What if Ella’s mom hadn’t committed suicide after all?
Heather was seeing red as a new theory was beginning to take shape.
She had caught him molesting her daughter…
I was lying on my back
She stood up and screamed into the empty living room.
He was kissing me
All she could see was Danielle. If Danielle had gone through everything Ella had, wouldn’t she be just as screwed up?
“Ella… no wonder… the bathroom...had it happened there? Had it kept happening there?”
She threw her phone into the couch. He had followed her here!
He better pray the police catch him, because if she saw him. She’d kill him.
She picked up the phone again, took a deep breath and made one more phone call.
“Hi, Rose. It’s Heather. She remembers.” |
Ella had only had ten minutes alone with the tablet. Ten minutes! She had been completely transfixed by the brightness and colors of its loading screen, before it had been unceremoniously yanked from her grasp. At first she thought it had been Brian. Elle was already prepared to bite him if necessary, but it hadn’t been him at all. It was Mrs. Hernandez.
“I’m sorry, Ella, but we think this might be unsafe for you.”
“No, it’s mine!” Her words sounded a lot more like “Mr. Mime!” but her reaching hands made it perfectly clear she wasn’t giving it up without a fight. It wasn’t fair! It was hers! What did they think it was going to do, blow up?
She sat in stunned disbelief as she watched Mrs. Hernandez set it into a drawer in her desk. Ella was crushed. Her mood kept cycling from anger, to sadness, before finally settling on a slim ray of hope when Kaylee suggested maybe she just couldn’t have it at school.
“Maybe it would make the other kids jealous or something. They’ll probably give it to Heather once school’s over.” Kaylee had said once Ella had filled her in. Ella’s mood lifted considerably after hearing this. It made sense. Maybe they thought Kaylee would accidentally throw it at her and that’s why they thought it was unsafe for her. She looked at the clock. Just four more hours until she got it back. She had almost been able to calm herself down and focus on her work when something completely unexpected happened.
There was a knock on the classroom door and in walked two police officers. Everyone stopped what they were doing and gaped at them. The room fell silent. Ella looked on with interest. Were they having some kind of presentation? Oh! Did they bring their dog with them? She had seen cops with dogs before.
She looked around eagerly as they talked quietly with Mrs. Hernandez by the door. She was a little disappointed when she peeked through the gap in their legs and didn’t see a dog, but any presentation was better than doing word problems in math.
“I hope they taze someone.” Kaylee whispered. “I hope it’s Brian.”
“Kaylee!” Jasmine admonished.
“What? He’ll live!” Jasmine just shook her head and got up to see what was going on. The four of them whispered amongst themselves. They now seemed to be asking Jasmine a lot of questions.
“Hey, since you don’t talk, does that mean you have, like, super hearing?” Kaylee asked. Ella raised an eyebrow and gave her a puzzled look. “What? I heard if someone loses a sense, their other ones get stronger. Like if you were blind or something…” Ella just gave her another puzzled look and shook her head. The only thing “super” being partially mute got her was super annoyed.
There was a heavy air of disappointment when Mr. Hernandez pointed down the hall and the cops turned around and left.
“Bummer.” Kaylee said. “I thought something interesting might happen.” Ella was about to agree with her, but then Mrs. Hernandez spoke.
“Ella, could you pack up your stuff and come with us? Your mom’s waiting for us in the conference room.”
Ella felt her mouth go dry. She could hear the excited chatter around her. Was she the reason the cops were here? Her fears were confirmed when Mrs. Hernandez reached into her desk and pulled out the white tablet.
Ella had a silent conversation with Kaylee that consisted of wide eyes, shoulder shrugs and shakes of the head. Once she was all packed, she gave Kaylee another fearful look before following Mrs. Hernandez and Jasmine out the door, around the corner and into a conference room. There seated at the table was Heather and the two police officers from earlier.
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By the time they let Ella leave, her hand was cramping from the amount of writing they had made her do. They had so many questions that never seemed to stop. Who was the man in the video camera? Why was he leaving her gifts? Did she know he was in town?
She wrote all her answers down as best she could on a piece of paper. Yes, she knew him from soccer, and no, she didn’t know he was in town. Why was he leaving her expensive gifts? Because it was her birthday?
Then the questions took a different turn. Had he ever touched her? Yes. Had he kissed her? Yes. Where? On the lips. Was she standing, sitting, or laying down? Laying down. Was she clothed or naked? Naked. Did he touch her other places? Yes. Did he touch her chest? Yes. Did he touch her anywhere lower? Yes. Where? He had bandaged her ankle when she had sprained it during a match. Had he touched her any other times? Yes, he had given her hugs before. Did he touch her butt when giving her hugs? No, why would he touch her butt?
The questions just kept going and going. Heather had grabbed her hand under the table and given it a squeeze.
“You’re so brave.” Heather had said. Ella didn’t feel brave. She only felt confused.
They started asking her questions about the night her mother died.
Was he there that night? Yes. Was she sure? Yes. Was he touching her that night? Yes. Is that when he kissed her and touched her chest? Yes. Was he being gentle or rough? Rough. Did she see a gun? No. Did she have guns in the house? She didn’t know. Did she hear a gunshot? No. What was the last thing she remembered her mother doing? Giving her a bath. What time was that? A little after 10 pm, she had gotten sick on herself. Was it possible he had given her something to make her sick? No, she was always sick around that time. Why? Chemo. Was he in the room with her when she was getting a bath? No. Was he there earlier that night or had he just shown up? She couldn’t remember.
There were many questions she couldn’t answer, like exact times, dates, names. They wanted information from her on an event her brain wouldn’t even let her have access to. She was the one who wanted answers about that night! They should go ask him! They informed her they were doing just that.
“Is he cooperating? Has he admitted what he did to her?” Heather asked.
“As soon as the night in question was brought up, he shut down and demanded a lawyer. Questioning will resume later this evening. This is why we need your daughter’s statement. If we can’t charge him with a crime within 48 hours we have no choice but to let him go.” One of the officers said.
“Let him go? So he can go out and assault other children!? He took advantage of a very sick
Eight year old! Not only did he follow her out here, but look at what he left her! He’s still grooming her.” Heather showed him the tablet. “I googled what this is! This isn’t some cheap knock off, this is a Wacom Cintiq! It goes for nearly $700 on Amazon! How isn’t that proof enough? Do you think soccer coaches just go around leaving $700 gifts to old teammates?”
“We’d actually like to take a log that in as evidence. If he is stalking her, there’s a chance he bought this for the purpose of spying on her. There are ways to tap into a camera on an electronic device remotely.”
They began asking more questions, things like what she did online and if she had given anyone she didn’t know her new address. Ella shook her head. She wasn’t allowed on-line. Heather and the officers continued to talk while they made Ella fill out a written statement of everything she remembered. It had felt like hours before they seemed content with what information they had collected.
Ella nursed her cramped hand while they packed all of her signed statements into a folder. She was even willing to attempt verbal communication if it meant not picking up another pencil for the rest of her life.
“I want to be there.” said Ella. It came out a garbled mess. The officers looked at each other as if to ask Did you catch that, before looking to the others for clarification.
“Absolutely not!” Heather nearly shouted. “You are not getting within ten miles of him let alone ten feet.”
Ella felt frustrated. They had put her through all that, and Heather wasn’t going to let her go. She had so many questions that needed answers!
“We don’t think that would be a very good idea.” The female officer looked at Ella and gave her a sympathetic smile. “We want to keep you safe. That’s our number one priority.” She then looked up at Heather. “We do have an idea if you want to hear it.”
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Heather didn’t like this. Heather didn’t like this one bit. She walked the steps to the courthouse, fiddling with the wire as she did so. The cord for the microphone ran up the inside of her blouse and rested underneath her shirt collar. At least she wasn’t doing this alone. She looked at Rose, who seemed to have an eerily similar look of doubt plastered across her face.
As soon as Heather told Rose she had learned they had him in custody, she had grabbed her husband and they had driven non-stop through the afternoon. She had barely made it out of the car when she had been lured into their crazy plan by the police. Ella didn’t even know she was in town.
“You ready?” Heather asked.
“No.” Rose responded. “What makes them so sure he will talk to us over them? He will probably just feed us a bunch of bull shit.”
“I know, but they want to get him talking before his lawyer gets here, off the record.” Heather did air quotes around “off the record”. They were just supposed to be concerned caretakers wanting to know what happened to Ella that night. They wern’t supposed to ask anything related to sexual abuse, they were only to ask questions as if he was an innocent bystander. Pfft, innocent, Heather thought. It was a good thing Rose would be there with her, otherwise she might be tempted to rip his head off right then and there. She needed someone there to pay her bail if she hit him.
“Isn’t this illegal?” Rose asked. “I thought you needed consent to record someone or else it’s inadmissible.”
“It is, they just want to play it back to him and trick him into confessing.”
“You would have to be pretty brave, or pretty stupid to admit to molesting a girl to the girls’ family. I don’t know what they think we are going to accomplish.”
They checked in at the lobby and pinned their visitor badges to the front of their shirts. Heather’s heart was beating out of her chest. Her clothing was beginning to stick to her body from sweat. There was no way she could just act like they were having a friendly chat.
Heather and Rose followed the male officer down a hall and into a visiting area. Heather peeked into a window and saw him sitting alone in a large room of tables. He was wearing normal street clothes with a visitor badge and looking at his phone. He wasn’t even cuffed.
“I don’t understand. I thought he had been arrested.” Heather said. Rose agreed. She had been under that impression too.
“No, ma’m, he is here voluntarily. He was only asked to come in for an interview today. He can leave whenever he wants.”
Heather and Rose exchanged worried looks.
“What about all that about holding him for 48 hours?”
The officer looked confused. “I don’t know anything about that. He was only asked to come give a statement.”
So they had either lied to her, or didn’t know what was going on. Neither thought was very comforting. The last thing Heather wanted to think about was incompetent police, but the thought that they had lied to Ella filled her with rage.
When they had been led into the waiting room, with its faux wooden tables and vending machines that reminded her of a break room, the man briefly looked up.
“Are either of you my lawyer?” He asked, looking hopeful.
They had this all planned out, but the moment she locked eyes with him, her speech seemed to fail her. She hadn’t expected him to look so...so...ordinary. It wasn’t like she was expecting him to scream, “child predator” but he looked like your run of the mill dad you’d see at a park pushing his kid in a swing, or a dad getting stuck playing chaperone on a school field trip to a group of hyper-active girls.
The blurry footage on the security camera with its finger print smeared lens, had made him look downright sinister, but as he sat there with his long black hair pulled tight in a neat bun and a maroon, buttoned down, long sleeved shirt tucked into black slacks, he looked genuinely out of place in a prison. It made Heather all the more angry. How many parents had he fooled? How many innocent kids had he lured in?
“No, sorry, we’re just waiting for someone.” Rose said.
He let out a disappointed sigh. “I just want to get this over with.” He mumbled to himself as he tapped anxiously against the table. He seemed to take in Rose for a moment as if just noticing her. “You look familiar.”
“I was about to say the same thing about you.” she replied.
Heather was impressed. How Rose managed to keep her composure and sound friendly was beyond Heather, when Heather herself was fighting every impulse to tackle him to the ground and gouge out his eyes with her thumbs.
“Where do I know you from?” His brow creased in confusion. “Do you have any kids? Do they play sports? I’ve coached several youth leagues over the years.”
Heather had to resist the urge to ask if along with coaching several leagues, had he also molested several children as well? She decided that it might be better to let Rose do the talking. She walked over to the vending machines, feigning indifference to the conversation. The first hurdle was over, they had made contact and he seemed willing to chat.
“None of my own, but i’ve treated my fair share of sports injuries, sprained ankles and broken bones mostly, but every once in a while I’d see a bad case of heat exhaustion in the summer. I hope you remind those kids of yours to drink plenty of water.”
He smiled weakly and nodded his head. “I try my best to keep them from drinking those sports drinks and sodas, but you know kids, they think they're invincible. Common sense seems to go in one ear and out the other.”
“I once treated a kid, who after seeing spider-man, decided to pick up a black widow with his bare hands in order to get superpowers.” Rose said. They both cringed.
“Are you a doctor?”
“Pediatric nurse, I worked the emergency room for 15 years, but the last handful have been spent in long-term care. Those are the kids with blood diseases, severe birth defects, and...cancer.” His eyes suddenly flashed in recognition.
“Do you happen to work out of Loma Linda?”
“I did, did you-” she paused and squinted her eyes for show. “You said you coached kids soccer right? I do vaguely remember an entire team, jerseys and all, piled into a single room.”
“Guilty.” he said with a slight smile. “So sad.” He muttered more to himself.
“Was it cancer? Or…?”
“Yeah, leukemia.” he said, wringing his hands together. “Such a sweet girl. She didn’t deserve that, no one does.”
Heather glared at the assortment of snacks trying to hide her anger and thought, she certainly didn’t deserve you.
“Do you remember her? I mean, I’m sure you’ve dealt with so many kids it must be hard to remember a particular one, but her name is Isabella.”
“Can i join you?” Rose asked motioning to the empty seat at his table.
“Please,” he said. “I could use the company; I’m a little nervous. By the way, I’m Stanley, but you can call me Stan.” He extended his hand and Rose shook it.
“Rose, and yes, I remember Ella. She was someone very special to me.”
“She was special to me as well.” Both women clenched their fists. “I should have taken responsibility for my actions when I had the chance.” Heather felt a wave of satisfaction as she watched him choke back a sob. The guilt was eating him alive. Maybe they could get a confession out of him after all. Heather had expected Rose to push the issue further, but her response surprised her.
“I regret my actions too.” Rose admitted. “I’ve regretted them everyday.” Now it was Rose’s eyes that were watering.
“What happened?” he asked after realizing Rose was not going to further explain.
“She’s gone through so much, first the cancer, and then her mother’s death. My husband and I were planning on taking her in if this other family fell through. I didn’t realize how much I regretted giving her up, until I saw her walk out the door holding someone else’s hand.”
“You were?” Heather asked, turning around. “Why didn’t you?”
“I honestly thought you’d flake like all the others.”
“How do you know Ella?” He asked, looking from Heather to Rose. “Are you a nurse as well?”
“I’m her foster mother.” Heather said through gritted teeth. He seemed to perk up at this.
“You are? How is she? Did she get my gift? I couldn’t get in, so I had to leave it out front.”
“Yes,” Heather said, venom dripping from her words. “The police have it now.”
“Why would the police have it?” He cocked his head to the side in confusion.
“Why did you give her that? That’s an awfully expensive gift to be giving a former team member.”
“Well, the thing is, she’s not just a team member to me, I just really wanted to make it up to her. I know It can’t make up for the past, but...”
“Damn straight it can’t make up for the past, you sick pervert!” Heather said, no longer able to control her outrage. “You think you can just buy her a toy and she’ll just forgive you for molesting her? She’s traumatized because of you?”
“Wait, what?” He looked horrified. “What are you talking about? I would never! Why would you even think that? Did she say she was molested by someone? Hasn’t she gone through enough already? Please, tell me she wasn’t assaulted like that!”
“Both of you, calm down!” Rose said. “There’s obviously been some kind of miscommunication.”
“Why would you say that?” Stan asked Heather.
“You were the one who was going on about how you were ashamed of your actions!”
“Yeah, but I was referring to something else! I would never touch her! I would never do something like that… to any of the kids! Especially not my own daughter!”
They stared at him in shock. Did he just say…?
“You’re Ella’s father?” Rose asked. “Where have you been? Does she know?”
“No, I only figured it out not that long ago. I had a one night stand with a stranger in another state about 12 years ago, never saw her again, but then who should show up one day? Mystery woman dropping her daughter off for practice, and damn did she look a lot like my other daughter, Gracie. Did the math and yeah…”
“If you didn’t assault her, then why does Ella remember you kissing her?”
“What? I never kissed her!” He said scrunching up his face.
“She says she remembers you on top of her, kissing her and touching her chest.” Rose explained.
His face fell and his eyes filled with a deep sadness.
“I guess to a kid it would seem that way.”
Rose stared at him for a moment before her eyes opened wide. “It was you! I had assumed it was the paramedics.”
“Maybe it was them, they would have done a better job anyway. I’ve only practiced on dolls before. I was too scared of hurting her more than she already was.”
“Is someone going to tell me what’s going on?” Heather asked.
“What Ella remembers isn’t what we thought it was.” Rose said. “He wasn’t kissing her, he was giving her mouth to mouth.”
“And you believe him?” Heather asked, still sounding skeptical.
“There was bruising on her sternum and ribs consistent with CPR injuries. I had assumed it was the work of first responders, but if it had been them, bones would have been broken. There’s a saying in the medical field, ‘If you’re not breaking bones-”
“‘You’re not doing it right.’” He finished.
“Was she in the bathtub?”
“Yes.”
“I thought so, she must have fallen asleep and gone under and-” Rose began, but the coach cut her off.
He looked up, his eyes now shining with fresh tears that spilled down his face. “No, that’s not what happened! It’s worse than that! It’s so much worse! It’s all my fault!” He was bawling now, head down in his arms. “I had to stop her! She was going to...and then she… there was so much blood and I panicked!”
They listened quietly, horror struck by what they were hearing as he told them what happened that night. He was right. It was so much worse than they had dared to imagine.
Now Heather and Rose stood alone in the dark empty parking lot leaning against their cars.
“What do I do? What do I tell her?” Heather asked. She hadn’t smoked in fifteen years, but now she was craving a cigarette.
Rose shook her head. “We can’t tell her.” she said, barely over a whisper. “The truth will destroy her.”
“We’ll say she fell asleep in the bath. Her couch found her while he was visiting her mom, pulled her out and gave her CPR. That’s why she remembers him kissing her.”
“And her mom’s death?”
“When CPR failed, she thought Ella was dead. She was so distraught she took her own life.”
“Do you think she’ll believe it?”
“She’ll have to. There’s no way we can tell her the truth.” |
It was the sound of Danielle’s laughter that had awoken Ella from her nightmare. Her eyes were damp with moisture and her nightshirt clung to her body from sweat. She pulled the thin blanket over her head and cried softly into her pillow in frustration. Why? Why was she still having nightmares? Had she really expected everything to just magically fix itself overnight just because she learned the truth?
Heather had sat her down late last night and shared the good news. It was all a big misunderstanding. He hadn’t been kissing her, or groping her. He had been trying to save her. It had all been an accident. She had passed out in the bath from exhaustion and had almost drowned. Her mom had been so sure of Ella’s demise she had taken her own life.
“You see, honey, your mother never left you. She never would have abandoned you while you were going through all that. She thought you were already gone.” Heather said. “Now that you know the truth you can finally get some closure. Nothing scary happened in the bathroom after all, well I shouldn’t say nothing scary. You almost drowned, and I bet that was terrifying for you, but nothing in there is going to hurt you. I bet now it will start getting easier for you.”
Was that really what happened? She thought of the feeling in her chest everytime she went in there. Doctors had kept telling her it was an anxiety attack, but was it her mind remembering? Is that the sensation she feels? Drowning? Yes, now that she thought about it, it did feel like she was drowning. Her lungs always ached and her chest burned as she struggled for air.
She felt kind of dumb now that she thought of it. It made sense. All this time she had been afraid of pooled water because she had almost drowned. The bathtub was full of water. The pool was full of water. The toilet bowl was full of water. It didn’t seem so scary now that she could pinpoint the problem.
So did that mean it would go away? Did it mean she could do it now? Could she just waltz into a bathroom now? Could she just keep reminding herself the bathtub was empty? And what about the toilet? Who drowns in a toilet? What were even the chances of that happening?
She let out a nervous gulp. She could go test her theory now. Her diaper was only a little wet, most likely from sweat. She had to pee, but she fought back the instinct to just go in the diaper.
Two weeks ago, Heather had made Ella a deal after discussing it with the therapist. Ella wasn’t ready to face her fears. Even Heather had to admit exposing her had only seemed to aggravate her symptoms. They would take a step back for now and put Ella in diapers, and in a month's time, they would try again and see how she did. If they had to retrain her bladder, then so be it.
There were only two conditions. First was Heather’s number one rule. No poopy diapers under ANY circumstances. She either had to hold it until she got home and use the bucket, or face the restroom. The other condition was she cleaned and changed herself.
There had been one day, and one day only when Ella had tested rule number one. Looking back, even Ella had to admit she had been a brat that day. She was grumpy about being dragged from store to store so Danielle could get new clothes for school. There was nowhere for her to sit and It had felt like they had been in the mall for hours! They went to the Gap, then Target, then H&M, then back to the Gap. By the third trip to the Gap, because Danielle couldn’t make up her mind between a pair of shorts from them or a pair of capri’s from Urban Outfitter, Ella was pissed.
No matter how much she complained she was tired and wanted to go home Heather wouldn’t budge. Heather still insisted they’d be done in a minute (A fact she kept repeating every twenty minutes for the last two hours) Ella decided to take matters into her own hands. A half baked plan had formed in her head, and in a defiant and desperate attempt to go home, she had purposefully pooped herself. Heather knew it was no accident, Ella had made sure of that by straining.
Ella had gotten her wish. They had gone home. She had felt smug at first with her victory, despite her inner monologue screaming in disgust as she now had to sit in it for the duration of the car ride home. After being hosed off in the backyard and led back to her room, it was there that Ella realized she had made a terrible mistake. She had not expected an introduction to a certain white, hard plastic cooking spoon. Heather, it seemed, didn’t care if Cps found red welts on her behind that day.
“Why did you do it?” Heather had asked, once she had finished spanking any residual defiant feelings out of Ella. “You had one rule!’
In between sobs, she did her best to explain. It had taken a while, but Heather finally understood.
“If you needed to stop and rest that badly you should have told me!” Ella wanted to throw her hands up in frustration, but she had lost the will to fight. She HAD asked. And begged. And pleaded. She had done everything but held a large banner and danced in front of her.
Heather sighed when Ella turned away from her signaling the end of the conversation. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget you’re not normal.” Heather immediately cringed and tried to take it back, but the damage had been done. No amount of, “I didn’t mean it like that’s” could take it back and their relationship had taken another hit. Heather had only been referring to Ella’s stamina level, but it had come out the wrong way. With her back turned to her, Ella didn’t see the tears rolling down Heather’s face.
Ella wiped her face and stretched. That had been weeks ago, and in kid years, it was practically eons. They had never talked about it again, but Ella noticed Heather checking in on her more often when they were out of the house. She had even rented Ella a stroller when they had returned to the mall to finish shopping. It was kind of embarrassing at first, and it was a tight fit, but it was leagues better than walking until she felt like she would pass out.
One hour in and she had even fallen asleep, despite being partially buried in clothes.
Danielle laughed again and Ella poked her head out. Danielle was watching TikTok videos on her phone. Ella was only mildly jealous Danielle got the internet on her phone and she didn’t. She could text and make phone calls, but other than using it for typing words she couldn’t say, it was more of a paperweight. Heather usually held on to it for her when they went out since Ella’s pant size was too small for it to fit in her pocket without risking it falling out.
When Danielle noticed Ella was awake, she motioned for her to join her.
“Look look, I swear this is how mom wakes up in the mornings.”
Ella waddled over and watched the short clip. It was of a redheaded woman sitting up in bed. She yawned, and stretched before saying, “I’m gonna be a bitch today!” Ella chuckled along with Danielle. She sat on her bed and the two of them watched videos together. Ella usually enjoyed anything to do with cats and art, while Danielle liked silly dances. She had even managed to get Ella to dance with her on a few occasions for a video. Danielle wasn’t allowed to upload them, but she enjoyed making them. Even Ella had to admit she had had fun when they played with the face filters together.
“Mom has a surprise for you in the living room.” Danielle said. Ella raised an eyebrow, but Danielle would say no more. When Ella got up and headed for the door Danielle stopped her. “You can’t go out for another half-hour though, I’m supposed to keep you distracted until ten.”
Then why tell me?
“Because I can.” Danielle said with a grin.
Ella scowled. So much for her test of courage. Oh well, she thought as she re-joined Danielle. If she was going to wet her diaper afterall, her sister's bed was as good a place as any. She laid down as close to Danielle as possible and rested her head on Danielle’s shoulder before smiling up at her.
“I don’t trust that look for a second.” Danielle eyed her suspiciously. Ella only smiled wider and let out a content sigh. It took her a second to realize what Ella was doing. “No! No! No! Get off my bed! Do that on your side of the room!” Ella decided to take it a step farther and pin Danielle down by sitting on her stomach. “Get off me! Get off me! EWW! It’s all warm!” Ella cackled while Danielle pushed her off.
Ella went back to her side of the room as Danielle shivered and hugged herself, clearly now traumatized. Ella laughed as she retrieved her changing supplies. She threw a towel on her bed and sat down before emptying her bladder for real this time. She hadn’t really peed on Danielle, but she was in no hurry to console her. Once she was finished, she untapped it and slid it out from under her.
“Why do you wear those now?” Danielle asked. Ella looked up to find Danielle watching her. “Doesn’t it feel gross?” Ella shook her head and cleaned herself up before taping on a new one.
The pull-ups were way worse, at least these don’t leak. She texted Danielle once she had finished everything. It was weird at first, but you get used to them pretty fast.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
She had actually been quite horrified when the school had told her to wear diapers, but she had been surprised to find the pros out weighed the cons. While less discreet than pull ups, she found them to be much more comfortable. She didn’t have to worry about them leaking either. She could sit at her desk all day and her butt would never get sore. She also found she had far less anxiety attacks during the day. Even Heather had commented she had seemed less uptight. Is this what normal people felt like when they didn’t have to worry about every time they had to pee?
She pulled her night shirt off and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt as Danielle changed as well. She wondered what surprise Heather had for her. Her hopes weren’t really high. Her last few birthdays had been very uneventful. Despite her low expectations, she found herself checking the time every couple of seconds. By the time Heather called down the hall for them, Ella was pacing the floor.
Ella made her way down the hall, and peeked her head around the corner. She could hear voices talking in the kitchen. There were people here, but who? She slowly stepped out and took a step in their direction when a hand shot out and grabbed her shoulder.
“RAH!” yelled the male voice. Ella spun around and in the process, managed to trip over her own feet and fell on her butt with an audible, “poof”. When her heart finally stopped racing she looked up at the source of the noise. It took her a second to recognize him without his usual tan jumpsuit. Her eyes widened in shock. It was Pedro from the hospital! What in the world was he doing here?
“Did I scare you?” He laughed as he offered her a hand up. She nodded too stunned for words. “Still as quiet as ever, aren't you?”
“Oh, you leave her alone!” Another voice said. No...way... She didn’t want to believe it in case she was wrong. She turned around, shock still evident on her face. “Happy birthday, honey.” Ella ran and threw her arms around Rose’s waist nearly knocking the coffee out of her hand. She laughed and thanked Heather who took the mug from her, before Rose bent down and hoisted Ella up in her arms. “Ohh! I missed you so much!”
“Me too!” Ella said, throwing her arms around Rose’s neck.
“There’s that sweet voice I’ve been hearing so much about!” Ella didn’t think her voice sounded very sweet. It still went in and out switching from high to low. Her classmates often referred to her as, “prepubescent.” She found it rather embarrassing and she still wrote her replies when she could get away with it. Right now though nothing mattered. She giggled as Rose spun her around.
“You’re getting so big! Heather, what have you been feeding this kid?”
“Oh you know, I mix a couple scoops of Miracle Grow in her food when she’s not looking.”
“You must be! I don’t remember her being so heavy! And look at all that hair!” Rose exclaimed. She waved a hand through Ella’s full head of curly black hair.
“Gee, I see how it is, Ella. You scream when you see me, but when you see her, you run into her arms.” Pedro said. “She’s the big bad scary nurse with all the needles. I’m the one who snuck you all that candy. I thought we had something special!”
“That’s what you get for being a gilipollas and scaring her.”
Pedro feigned hurt. “Can you believe her? Do you know what she just called me?”
Rose ignored him. “You remember my husband, Pedro?” Ella’s eyes widened. She looked from Rose, then to Pedro, then back to Rose.
“Since when?”
“Oh, since about 30 years ago.” Rose chuckled. Ella’s mouth fell open. She had no idea they were married.
When Rose set Ella down, she eagerly pulled her all around the house on a small tour. She
showed Rose her half of the bedroom, some pictures she had drawn, and introduced her to
Ribbit. When she showed her the front of the fridge in the kitchen, Rose let out a chuckle. It had been a running joke in the house when they saw how well Ella could draw. They had hung up a couple of sketches with magnets. One was from Ella, another from Danielle and one by Charlie, each with their name and age. Ella had made a realistic rendition of Ribbit’s face while Charlie and Danielle had made stick figures that kind of looked like cats...if you squinted hard enough.
“So when’s Leslie and ...every one coming.” Danielle asked.
“They’re meeting us there.” Heather said.
“Cool! Ella’s going to love it.” Danielle said.
Ella looked from Danielle to Heather. “Love what?”
“It’s a surprise.” they both said in unison. She stared at them in confusion. She thought Rose was her surprise. What could top her?
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Ella stared wide eyed and open mouthed in amazement. She couldn’t believe such a place even existed, let alone she now possessed an all day pass for everything. There were video games, tunnels, trampolines, ball pits, slides, laser tag, go-carts, mini golf, a bowling alley, a blow up obstacle course. Her brain couldn’t even begin to comprehend everything there was she could do. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better her eyes locked onto a familiar face. Kaylee.
“I think she’s in shock.” Danielle said.
“How?” Ella asked as Kaylee and what appeared to be her mom and older sister approached.
“I was right, she is Leslie’s sister.” Danielle said. “Since mom already knows her and her mom, it was easy to convince her your friend wasn’t some diabolical juvenile delinquent there to steal your innocence. She talked with her mom on the phone and they worked out the details.”
“Happy birthday!” Kaylee said grinning. “It was so hard to keep this from you yesterday! GOAT CHEESE!”
Ella’s face was already hurting from how much she was smiling today. Not only did she get a day to play in a place that looked like child heaven, but her best friend was here too! She ran and gave Heather a hug.
“Thank you!”
“You’re so welcome, now go have fun! I have your things here if you need them.”
The four of them took off without another look back.
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“Thanks again for inviting us!” Olivia said. “I can’t begin to tell you how much it means to me to see Kaylee getting invited to these types of things. I was so excited when I heard she had made a friend at school.”
Heather felt a pang of guilt. Her reaction had not been so pure.
Heather, Rose, Olivia, and Pedro sat on the bench reserved for their party.
“Hi, I’m Olivia, I’m Kaylee and Leslie's mom.” She shook hands with Rose and Pedro.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Rose and this is my adult child husband Pedro who is currently drooling over the arcade.” Pedro snapped back into the conversation.
“I like shiny things.” Pedro admitted with a shrug. The others laughed.
“Fine, go.” Rose said with a roll of her eyes and a playful shove. He quickly bolted leaving the three women to talk. She turned her attention back to Olivia. “I am really happy as well Ella has made a friend.”
“Are you her grandparents?” Olivia asked and Rose laughed.
“No, my husband and I just retired from the hospital Ella had been staying in. I was her nurse for a couple years, and Pedro was an Environmental Specialist. We’re thinking of moving in the area.”
This was news to Heather. She bit her lip. Ella would be ecstatic. She had never seen her so happy or talkative as she had been when she saw Rose. Heather felt a pang in her chest as she thought about what Rose had said last night. They had been planning on taking her in. Rose had the training to care for Ella in ways Heather could not. Would she have been better off with Rose and Pedro? Rose and Ella seemed to have a bond which Heather feared she would never have. She loved Ella, but it seemed she was making the wrong move at every turn.
Rose had warned her of the difficulties of taking in a special needs child, but she had brushed her concerns off. She kept comparing her to a typical 11-year-old and Ella was the one paying for it. Now after hearing what had happened to Ella in her past, she knew she could never give her the kind of care Ella truly needed. She knew inside that if she truly loved Ella, she would have to let her go.
So last night, after they had learned the truth, they had sat down and talked it over. After the party and the excitement had died down they would ask her and let Ella choose. She could stay here and continue to be a part of their family, or she could go with Rose. She had been let down by so many people in her life, she didn’t want Ella to feel she had abandoned her too.
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When the group had made it back to the table for lunch, followed by cake and ice cream, Ella was exhausted. She had never in her life had so much fun. They had played tag in the tunnels, chased each other with laser guns, jousted, jumped on the trampolines, swung on a rope and landed in a pile of foam blocks.
Her only disappointment had been when they told her she was too short to drive a go cart. Kaylee had stayed behind with Ella while their sisters went on ahead and joked about what catastrophic thing might happen if Kaylee had gotten behind the wheel. Kaylee and Ella both mimicked large explosions with their hands and tallied a possible body count. They had both laughed hysterically when Danielle crashed through the plastic barricade and the whole race had to be stopped so they could fix the track.
After that they had gone on the bumper boats. Ella was thrilled when she got to drive one. It had taken a few moments to figure out how to steer it, and Kaylee laughed as they spun in circles in the water. They were both soaked by the time they got off after having fallen victim to Leslie and Danielle tag teaming them from both sides.
Now she laid out on the bench holding her stomach. She had eaten too much pizza and ice cream. Reality had come and given her a wake up call. Her tummy wasn’t used to so much junk food and now she desperately had to go. She was mad at herself. The fear was still there, she was still stuck in the same place. Learning the truth had done nothing. Tears slid from her eyes in frustration. She couldn’t think of a single way this could end well for her. She wasn’t ready to leave! She wouldn’t even make it home. She doubted she could even make it to the car. It had come on fast and strong like it had the day they had brought her home. She didn’t want her perfect day cut short and end with her getting spanked by a plastic spoon.
“What’s the matter, Ella?” Heather asked, bending over her. Rose was standing next to her too. Ella cringed and answered truthfully. She begged Heather not to punish her or take her home yet. Heather didn’t look pleased, but she didn’t seem angry.
“What’s wrong, Ella?” Rose asked.
“She has to go number two.” Heather said. “Usually that means I have to take her home since she won’t use the restroom.”
“Why?” Rose asked curiously. “Did you not bring any spares?” She bent down the waist of Ella’s shorts to see what she was wearing.
“There in the bag but…” Heather said. “We have a rule about no poopy diapers, if she wants to stay and play she has to be a big girl and use the restroom.” Without a word Rose picked up the bag before flinging it over her shoulder.
“C’mon, Ella, let’s go to the truck.” She pulled her up by the hand.
“I can’t make it home.” Ella whimpered.
“I’m not taking you home.” She lifted Ella up in her arms and whispered. “We can handle a little messy diaper, can’t we.” Rose said. Ella blushed and let herself be carried to the parking lot. She set Ella back down and Rose unlocked the bed of the truck. “Come lay down on the blanket when you’re done.”
Ella didn’t need to be told twice. She felt a rush of both relief and revulsion. When she felt her stomach had finally calmed down, she gingerly climbed in and laid down horizontally on the blanket near the edge. She felt grateful for the camper shell giving her a bit of privacy as Rose began gently stripping her down. It wasn’t very comfortable, but she didn’t care.
“Did she really still think this is a choice you make, despite everything you’ve been through?” Rose asked, more to herself than to Ella. “On your birthday even, just because she doesn’t want to clean you up.” Ella could tell Rose was mad, but her hands were as gentle as ever, and she never made disgusted noises like Heather did. “Your clothes are all wet, what have you been doing?” Rose asked, turning her attention to Ella.
Ella told her about the bumper boats and Rose laughed. “I’m glad you’re having so much fun.” Once she was clean, Rose taped a new diaper on and helped her into a dry change of pants. Ella sat on the bed of the truck and let her legs dangle and Rose joined her. “Do you feel better now?”
Ella nodded, but worried it would happen again. Rose seemed to read her mind. “Come get me if you need another change.” I remember a certain little girl's stomach being relentless at times. Come here,” She lifted Ella into her arms and cradled her there. “I’ve missed you so much.” Rose whispered before she began to hum softly.
“I missed you too.” Ella closed her eyes and rested her head against Rose’s chest. She had missed this most of all. Rose had a way of making all of Ella’s anxiety melt away. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Come back with me.” Rose said. Ella shook her head. She didn’t want to go back to the hospital! Rose sighed.
“I meant back inside.” Rose lied. “Your friends must be missing you.”
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Ella thought she could die happy. This had been the best birthday ever. They had gotten back home a little after 8 p.m. and she was exhausted. When Rose had sat down on the couch, Ella had eagerly climbed into her lap and had nearly fallen asleep the moment her head hit Rose’s chest.
Now they were shaking her awake. She moaned in protest, she didn’t want Rose to go!
“Ella, we need to talk, this is important.” Heather said.
Ella clung on to Rose tighter. She wondered if she was in trouble for breaking the most important rule. Twice. Lunch really hadn’t agreed with her.
“You’re not in trouble.” Rose whispered and Ella relaxed her grip. “We just wanna talk.”
“Do you like living here?” Heather asked after a moment of silence.
Ella nodded, feeling confused. She suddenly remembered what Rose had asked her and began to cry. They were sending her back to the hospital! She buried her face in Rose’s chest and sobbed.
“Tell us what you’re thinking.” Rose said. She rubbed Ella’s back, but the girl refused to turn around.
“You. Want. To. Get. Rid. Of. Me.” Ella managed to choke out.
“No, Ella, I want you here, but most importantly, I want what’s best for you. Do you understand? I might not be what you need right now.” Heather admitted. “I don’t have the...experience to give you the kind of one on one care you deserve. This is entirely up to you. If you want to stay here you are welcome to. You’ll always have a place here. We love you, but it’s because we love you that we’re asking you. Do you want to stay here with us, or do you want to go back with Rose?”
How could they ask her if she wanted to go back? What about school? What about Kaylee? And Danielle? And Ribbit?
“No hos-hosp!” She couldn’t get the word out! Suddenly she felt Rose’s arms squeeze her tight.
“No, honey. When I asked you if you wanted to come back with me, I didn’t mean come back to the hospital.” Rose said. Ella looked up at her. Then what had she meant? “Pedro and I would like to know if you’d like to come be part of our family?” Ella’s eyes went wide. She studied each of their faces carefully. Were they serious?
“You don’t have to give us an answer tonight.” Heather said.
“We’ve talked it over. We don’t want to uproot you from the friends you’ve already made and make you start all over again. We found a house in the area we’re interested in, so if you wanted to stay close by and keep going to the same school, you can.”
“And you can come visit us anytime.” Heather threw in. “This isn’t good-bye.”
Ella looked back up at Rose. Were they really serious?
“I don’t want to lose you again.” Rose whispered so only she could hear. “I’ll never replace your biological mom, Ella, but I don’t want us to be nurse and patient anymore, I want us to be mother and daughter. I love you, diapered butt and all.”
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10 Years Later
“Look who’s finally old enough to drink!” Danielle cheered, lifting up her wine glass in the air. “The baby of the group is finally legal!”
“Like being underage ever stopped her before,”Kaylee said.
Ella snickered, taking a sip from her margarita. “Uh, you didn’t hear that, mom.” Ella said.
“La la la la la.” Rose said, covering her ears.
“Luckily, we had such nice older sisters who snuck us beer.” Kaylee said.
“La la la la la.”
“Shh, guys. You’re giving my mom the wrong impression.” Ella said. “She thinks I’m a good girl.” she whispered.
“Ha! I knew you were trouble the moment you took off streaking down the hospital corridor.” Rose said. Danielle choked on her wine.
“Eat Shit!” Kaylee yelled, before barking.
“No one’s going to take our orders if you keep telling everyone to eat shit who passes by us.” Leslie said.
“Oh, remember that time she threw a taco across that mexican restaurant, and it hit that dude in the face.” Danielle said. “He had guacamole and sour cream all over his cheek.” The group laughed.
“So have you guys set a date yet?” Ella asked. “You’ve been engaged since you finished high school.”
“We’re waiting until I graduate college.” Kaylee said, wrapping her arms around the man sitting next to her. “Right, Brian?” Ella groaned as they kissed. “Don’t be jealous, Ella.”
“I still can’t believe you two of all people ended up together. You guys hated each other when we were kids.”
“What? I don’t remember that?” Kaylee said.
“How could I ever hate you?” Brian asked. They kissed again. Ella made retching noises.
“Keep that up and you lose your spot as my Maid of Honor.” Kaylee threatened. Ella just laughed.
“What? I’m your sister! I should be your Maid of Honor.” Leslie said.
“And she’s my best friend.”
“Ella, is it true your thinking of applying to Dartmouth?” Danielle asked.
“Thinking about it, I’m not sure yet. I can’t decide if I want to just stick with my B.a. when I graduate or go for my masters. The thought of taking on any more student loan debt is like ehh.” She pulled an imaginary noose around her neck.
“Why Dartmouth though? In-state universities are so much cheaper.”
“I don’t know, it’s just a thought. Something about that school has always stuck with me. Must be something from when I was a kid.”
“Ella, come with me! I have to go to the bathroom!” Kaylee said, prying herself away from Brian.
“Huh, oh sure,” she said. She stood up a little too fast and stumbled over her feet.
“You’re such a lightweight,” Kaylee teased. “Do I need to carry you there?”
“Careful! She bites!” Rose called out. Heather and Rose both snickered.
Ella sat on the toilet and pulled her phone out flicking through all the “Happy Birthdays!” on facebook while Kaylee talked about work from the next stall over. There was a notification about a new episode from her favorite true crime podcast having been released. She’d listen to that tonight when she got home. She had been looking forward to it all week. The host had hinted it was one of those bizarre cases and those were Ella’s favorite. She loved the weird ones.
As she was washing her hands in the sink she stared at her reflection. She still looked young for her age. She could tell the waitress had a hard time believing her ID was real. She was short at a mere 5’1. Kaylee’s 5’7 reflection towered over her. Most everyone towered over her.
She took in the bathroom as Kaylee dried her hands. Wasn’t there a time she had been scared of them? Why was that? She couldn’t really remember. Wasn’t it something to do with water? She remembered the reason, but it didn’t really make sense to her. Looking back it seemed silly.
“Was I really scared of bathrooms?” Ella asked Kaylee as they were headed back to the table.
“Oh gosh, I forgot about that. Yeah, don’t you remember how we met? You peed on the rug in front of me your first day.”
“I did not!” Ella said. “Oh, god, I did. I remember!” She buried her face in her hands.
“Remember what?” Brian asked.
“Ella’s first day at school when she peed on the rug.”
Brian chuckled. “Oh yeah! I remember that.”
“Oh so that you remember.” Ella groaned, shaking her head.
“Oh! Are we roasting Ella for her birthday? I want in!” Danielle said. “There was that time when she lived with us and she pooped in the litterbox and tried to pass it off on the cat! Mom freaked out and took our cat to the emergency vet, along with the poop. $250 later and we learned there was no way that came from a cat.”
The group roared with laughter and Ella continuously banged her head against the table.
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“Did you have fun tonight?” Rose asked as Ella collapsed on the couch.
“Yeah, thanks for dinner, mom. It was nice to get to see everyone again. It’s been awhile since everyone’s been in town.” She gave her a hug before getting up. “I think i’m going to go to bed early tonight. I’m tired.”
“Okay, goodnight sweetie. I love you.”
“I love you too, mom.”
Ella kicked her shoes off, shimmied out of her jeans, and stretched out on her bed. She scrolled through facebook for a few minutes, before clicking on the new podcast episode and hit play. She set her phone down on the nightstand, closed her eyes and listened.
“Now this week's episode is a little controversial. It contains crimes against children, so if that makes you uncomfortable you might want to skip it.” The female host warned. “Now if you’re still tuned in, do I have a story for you.’
“Thirteen years ago, police were called to an apartment building by a man claiming to be a concerned neighbor. He said he heard, what to him, sounded like a gunshot and would they please come and do a welfare check.
When Police get there, they are shocked at what they find. A woman is lying dead in the master bedroom from what appears to be a self inflicted gunshot wound. So they continue their search of the house, when suddenly one of the cops yells from the bathroom. There on the floor is what appears to be the body of a small child, but after a quick check they discover to their amazement, she has a pulse. They quickly call in an ambulance and rush her to the hospital, only for doctors and hospital staff to know exactly who she is.”
“So her name was never released to the public, so for the sake of the story, let’s just call her Kelly. Now Kelly was a very sick little girl. She was constantly in and out of the hospital, was severely underweight, and to top off everything, had terminal cancer. That’s why police were so shocked when they found a pulse. By all accounts she looked dead.
When Kelly finally wakes up, doctors are stumped. She can’t remember a thing, and more bizarrely, she can’t talk. From what I’ve gathered this was a really friendly, talkative little girl even despite her circumstances. So after discussing how she was found with police, doctors thought given her severely weakened state, it was perfectly plausible she had accidentally fallen and hit her head.
Police quickly shut the case and rule her mothers death a suicide. Police figure she had walked in the bathroom, found her daughter unconscious in the bathroom and thought her dead, just as police had. In her grief, she had taken her own life. The gun had been found lying next to her after all. Pretty open and shut case, right? Well that’s where you'd be wrong.
Now this is where this case takes a sudden twist. It’s not until two years later that police get a phone call from a school for kids with special needs. It’s a school a six hour drive away, and one of the teachers begins to talk about one of her students. The student in question is Kelly and she’s starting to remember bits and pieces of that night, and what she has to tell police will throw everything they thought they knew about her mother's death right out the window.
So Kelly tells them she remembers a man being there that night, and even stranger, that it was the same man the school caught on surveillance that very morning leaving a very expensive gift, for none other than Kelly.
Kelly identifies the man as Stanley Vertamin, a previous sports coach she had before she had gotten ill. Police quickly track down Stanley in town and bring him in for questioning, and there he admits everything.
According to Stanley, he first met Diane Marsh nearly 12 years previously in Las Vegas. They get to talking, and he invites her up to his room, and she agrees. He says they have consensual sex and she leaves. They have a one night stand and neither of them ever expects to run into each other again, but little did they know they would cross paths nine years later in a completely different state.
Stanley Vertamin is now working as a kids soccer coach and he notices one girl in particular looks stunningly like his daughter. They have the same build, the same eyes, the same black hair. When he sees who comes and picks her up the truth hits him like a ton of bricks. He recognizes her immediately as the woman he had had an affair with all those years ago and quickly does the math. The girl looks like his daughter, because she was his daughter as well.
Stanley approaches Diane and she admits that yes, she had gotten pregnant after their affair. She tells him though not to worry, she wasn’t coming after him for child support, and meeting him here had only been a fluke. She tells him basically just go on with your life, pretend this didn’t happen, and just treat her like any other kids on the team. Stanley quickly realizes he can’t do that. He finds himself giving Kelly extra pointers and keeping more of an eye on her than anyone else on the team.
It’s while he’s been watching her that he begins to notice a drastic change come over her. Instead of her usual energetic and bubbly personality, she seems to always be tired. She has this overall unhealthy look about her and she always seems to be covered in these big nasty bruises. In Stanley’s mind, he immediately thinks the worst. He suspects Diane has been abusing Kelly, and he needs to step in and stop it. He confronts Diane after practice one day and Diane is pissed. She immediately pulls Kelly off the team and tells her she has to stay away from him.
Things begin to take a turn for the worst and she begins to notice a change in Kelly too. At first she thought the bruises were from playing sports. You know, she’s a kid and kids fall and get hurt all the time, but even after Kelly stops playing soccer, all she wants to do is sleep. Diane knows something is up now and takes Kelly to the doctor. She starts to think Kelly has mono, or she’s anemic, or something minor along those lines. What she was not expecting was to be told Kelly has leukemia.
When rumors of Kelly’s condition reaches Stanley, he immediately gets in touch with Diane to apologize and he rounds up the whole team to come visit Kelly in the hospital. They all sign a big, giant get well card and bring her flowers and such. It’s then that Stanley notices Diane looks awful. She’s clearly stressed, she’s lost weight, she looks exhausted. He keeps asking her how she’s doing, but Diane just puts on a brave face and says they're managing.
It didn’t take long at all before Diane had completely gone through her savings to pay for Kelly’s treatments, and the bills just kept piling up. She had had to quit her job in order to take care of Kelly, and It had gotten to the point where Diane was having to make choices about what bills she paid. Did she make the car payment or did she pay rent?
Then came the worst news imaginable that no parent wants to hear. Kelly’s treatments were not working. It was starting to look like there was nothing more they could do. This round of chemo was about to finish up in a couple weeks, and doctors were telling her that once it finished, she should probably just keep Kelly home and try to make her as comfortable as possible. At the rate her cancer is spreading, doctors give her an estimated six months left to live. Diane is understandably crushed. She’s a single mom desperately trying to hold it all together for her daughter.
A few more weeks go by and Stanley says this is where she runs into Diane and Kelly again. He notices their car run right through a red light and he follows them home to make sure everything’s okay. He gets out of the car and knocks on the drivers side window. That’s when he notices Diane is just sitting there spacing out of the window. She’s not responding to him at all, so he opens the door and is startled to find Diane just sitting in a pool of urine just staring at nothing. He debates calling 9-1-1 but Diane kind of snaps out of it a little. She’s still clearly not ok according to Stanley, but she is making eye contact and talking.
Relieved, he helps her inside only to find their apartment is an absolute disaster. It looks like no one’s cleaned in months. He puts both Diane and Kelly to bed, and does what he can to try and tidy up a bit. He picks up all the trash, does the dishes, vacuums. It’s not great, but it was certainly better than how he found it. While he was picking up, that’s when he noticed all the past due notices for just about everything, and worse an eviction notice for two weeks from then.
That’s when Diane comes back out. She looks a lot better than before and whatever had happened, she seems to have snapped out of it. She is surprised to find him in her living room. So he tells her what happened and how she was acting strange. She’s shocked. She didn’t remember any of that. Stanley insists Diane go to the hospital and get checked out, but she refuses. She keeps insisting she’s fine and admits she’s been under a ton of stress. She hasn’t been sleeping because she’s been up most nights with Kelly when she gets sick.
He makes a deal with her. He promises to spend the night on the couch and look after Kelly so Diane can get some sleep. In return if he doesn’t feel she’s at tip top shape she has to go to the doctor. Diane agrees and thinks maybe she just needs a good night sleep after all. She feels totally fine. He orders them all dinner, and by 7pm Kelly says she’s going to bed. By 9 p.m. Diane says she’s going to. She brings Stanley a blanket and pillow and thanks him for all the help. He lays down on the couch and falls asleep.
When he awakens around 11pm, he hears strange noises coming from the bathroom. He figures that must be Kelly getting sick and rushes over to help. Instead, what he finds makes him absolutely freeze in his tracks.
The weird sound wasn’t Kelly getting sick. The sound was Diane holding Kelly underneath the water while she repeated over and over “Let mommy make it all better.”
Kelly is fighting and thrashing in the bath and the sound of splashing water seems to snap Stanley out of his shock. He rushes to Diane and tries to pull her away from Kelly, but she is completely fixated on drowning her daughter. It takes all his strength but he finally wrestles Diane away, only to find Diane once again in a complete trance like before. That’s when he notices what’s in Diane’s hand. A gun.
At this point Stanley realizes Diane has completely snapped. There is no waking her up from this. She just keeps repeating, “Let mommy make it all better.” She has gone into a completely dissociative state and Stanley realizes it's her or them. He charges Diane and manages to push her back into the bedroom where she drops the gun. He picks it up and sure enough Diane keeps ignoring him and going after Kelly. If he wants to save Kelly he has to act now, and that’s when he pulls the trigger.
He drops the gun and runs to Kelly. He finds her floating facedown in the water motionless and he’s terrified he’s too late. He pulls her out of the bathtub and onto the floor where he begins chest compressions. Just when he’s about to give up hope, she begins coughing up water. He does his best to reassure her, but she goes unconscious. Satisfied she’s breathing at least, he goes to check on Diane and that’s when he realizes what he did. He finds her bleeding from a shot to the side of the head and begins to panic. She’s clearly dead and he knows it doesn’t look good for him. So he wipes the prints off the gun and sticks it by Diane. He checks on Kelly one more time before calling 9-1-1 pretending to be a concerned neighbor and takes off.
Stanley is at first charged with one count of first degree homicide, one count of felony tampering with a crime scene and one count of felony child endangerment. Later the charges of first degree homicide are reduced to manslaughter and Stanley pleads guilty in order to avoid dragging Kelly through the stress of testifying at trial. He was sentenced to 15-25 years in prison, but three years into his sentence he was killed by a fellow inmate during a fight.
Some people see Stanley as a father who did what needed to be done in order to save his daughter’s life. Others see Stanley as full of shit. Some people theorize that when Diane was desperate for money, she threatened to tell his wife about Kelly, and he snapped.
Unfortunately, we only have Stanley’s version of events and whether true or not, he is facing his just rewards in the afterlife.
So what do you think happened?”
Ella turned off her phone and sat there motionless for quite some time.
Let mommy make it all better.
“No! That couldn’t be what happened!” but she knew it was true. She had never told anyone those words before. She numbly stood up and went out to the living room.
Why?
“Hey, I thought you said you were going to bed.” Rose said. One look at Ella’s face and she knew something was very wrong. She stood up and went to her side. “Ella, what’s the matter? Talk to me.”
“You lied to me.” Ella said.
Rose sighed and led Ella to the couch. There was no point in playing dumb. Rose knew she’d learn the truth eventually.
“Yes, we lied.” Rose said as she held Ella’s hand in hers.
“Why?” the numbness and shock were beginning to wear off and the truth was starting to set in.
“Ella, you were ten years old. You were traumatized! You didn’t need to know! You couldn’t handle knowing the truth. You couldn’t set foot near a bathroom without having a panic attack until you were nearly 13!”
“Have you known this whole time?”
“We first heard his story the night before your eleventh birthday. Do you remember?”
Ella did. It was her favorite memory. She had felt wanted for the first time.
“Is it true?”
“Only you can tell us that.”
Let mommy make it all better.
“It’s true.”
Ella fell to the floor and began to sob harder than she had in years. She was vaguely aware of Rose kneeling down next to her and rocking her in her arms.
“Why did she?”
“Your mother loved you, Ella. I don’t know what happened towards the end, maybe watching you suffer was just too much. Maybe she thought ending your pain was a kinder fate.”
Let mommy make it all better.
“But the cancer didn’t kill me, she would have ended my life for nothing.”
“But she didn’t, because you are the strongest and bravest person I have ever known, and I have a wonderful daughter now as a result. Pedro would be so proud to see the woman you’ve grown up to be.” She looked longingly at the ceramic urn on the mantle.
Ella wiped her face on her arms. They were right. Knowing would have killed her then.
“How about you come sleep with me tonight? I’ll keep the nightmares away while you sleep.”
“I’m too old to sleep with you now.” Ella chuckled. “Wouldn’t that be weird?”
“You are never too old to need a mother's love. Remember what I told you when you were younger? You don’t have to be in such a hurry to grow up. It’s okay to take a step back when you need to. The world will still be there when you’re ready to face it.”
The End |
Prenote: what started off as a simple recording studio desperation story quickly evolved into a series involving love, the music industry, and of course, omorashi. Not as much desperation in the first chapter and I can’t exactly promise a lot in the upcoming parts. I hope you enjoy it, nonetheless.
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Album: Pop Life
Track One
Vivien sighed rather loudly as she slumped over in her seat. The many rows of buttons and slides on the mixing board gleamed eagerly before her, as if enticing her to push and maneuver them. Her fingers longed to reply, though not as much as her bladder longed to be emptied. It was absolutely aching, bulging over her personally made black leather pants, letting it’s need be known.
If she had been anywhere else, she would have made a mad dash to the restroom. She would have sat her ass down on the inviting white porcelain and would have broken through those damn floodgates. Alas, she was not home or anywhere remotely resembling physical freedom. No, she was in His recording studio. The very same studio she had been residing in for the past twenty hours with countless bottles of water brought to her. Not that she knew it had been twenty hours, of course. He didn’t like clocks or any concept of time for that matter.
A shiver crawled down her spine at the thought of her fluid intake. He always kept her hydrated as he did himself.
A gurgling noise from above the hard lump that had formed distracted her. Vivien had gotten up and eaten as much as the number of bathroom breaks she had taken: zero. She had managed to eat a small meal right before arriving at the strange complex, last peeing an hour before she ate.
But she was an artist, and Vivien had grown accustomed to the long days and nights without food, sleep, or a bathroom. In fact, Vivien knew she could wait another good twenty-four hours before shovelling food down her throat or succumbing to sleep, and albeit it couldn’t wait that long, under usual circumstances her bladder could be tamed. However, Vivien hadn’t planned on staying for so long. She had only come down there to write some songs in peace. What was going to be an hour or two morphed into an all out solo jam session, with idea upon idea stacking on top of one another in her brain.
Her bladder shifted once more with the addition of the water she had polished off a half hour earlier. “Ooo,” she moaned quietly, jiggling her legs.
Vivien had written three songs in the studio and had developed a basic melody for two. The third one received better treatment, with a complete bassline and piano melody. She had recorded both instruments and fortunately for her, all she needed to do now was record her vocals so she could submit the demo.
Unfortunately for her, all she needed to do now was record her vocals - a task that felt impossible when all you could do was fidget and squirm. Still though, as desperate as she was, she was still incredibly persistent. And so, she stood up on shaky legs, positioned the microphone above her, and slipping the headphones over her ears. Bending her knees ever so slightly so not to jarr her bladder, she tapped the sangria colored button. A corresponding bright red light flashed from the ceiling and the recording began.
Vivien glanced over her lyrics as the track played, anxiously awaiting for her queue. The bass guitar kicked in, and she counted down from five in her head.
5, 4, 3, 2-
The way she’s looking at you, it’s brilliant
But still your mind’s just as resilient
Trained in the ways of being such an oblivious boy
God, it hurts, you’re so coy
Vivien felt herself falling victim to the intoxicating process that was creating music. She was thankful for the distraction, especially from this song. She had penned the lyrics after discovering a picture of Him and a particular percussionist. The mere image of the percussionist, what with her loving eyes simply anticipating Him to turn and tell her that He loved her at any moment had given Vivien a refreshing view. Vivien closed her eyes and allowed herself to spiral into the beat.
You think you’re the stuff, in your daddy’s ‘67 Thunderbird
Never fully understanding that she makes up 50% of your worth
But the fact that she doesn’t mind just makes it even better
That even though you don’t truly realize it, you’re your best when you’re together
I think that’s what love means, yeah
Recording her voice always gave her the feeling that she could do anything. The moment she was finished, she would be out of breath and tired, but until then, she was the most powerful woman in the world. The chorus had arrived.
Love is a dream
Never fully comprehending what goes on in your sleep
But you know you like it, yeah, who wants to be awake?
I’d sleep forever if that’s what it takes
To get your attention, sometimes I wish you’d wake up
‘Cause sleeping around is so hard to show you my love
I just leaked!
The horror of realization struck Vivien as she felt a drop, then another, and then a third dampen her panties. She slammed her thighs together, shimmying slightly. Her lack of concentration being addressed to her pressing need had caused her body to become careless and revolt. She opened her eyes so she could focus better and there He was. Amir.
He stood behind the glass window, piercing her soul with his gaze. He bore his signature frown which could hide all and an intimidatingly perfect mullet that reached his shoulders.
What the hell is he doing here?! More drops spilled out.
Vivien looked away instantaneously, for sure turning crimson. This was most definitely not good. She was being watched by her idol and mentor while simultaneously needing to pee. To say the least, Vivien was screwed. Any sense of stubbornness had completely melted away, and all she could do now was get to the end of the song and not piss herself.
Her task was easier said than done, of course. Vivien could only manage to control one at a time: stabilizing her voice or stabilizing her movements. Meaning, it was either a trembling voice or a trembling body. Knowing Amir’s requirement for musical perfection, she chose the latter. In doing so, even more spilled out.
Her bladder was truly going bezerk. She had to pee,and if she didn’t go soon, she was going to lose complete control and create an even bigger mess. She was shaking, and was certain her movements were quite obvious to Amir. She had humiliated herself beyond the point of damage control and her only saving grace would be her performance, which was thankfully nearing the end. She tempted the wonderful idea of her holding herself, but knew better. That would be an immediate career ender.
Yeah, it’s so hard
So hard
Sleeping around is so hard to show you my love
She had done it, she had finished recording! All that was left to do was remain in place until the instrumental faded, and then she could go pee. Finally, she sighed inwardly. The instrumental disappeared into oblivion and she went to claw the headphones off when a new voice entered her head. “What else do you need to record?”
A chill raked down her tense backbone at his voice being so close to her ear. She glanced up. Amir was holding down the intercom button, the same mute look on his face remaining. Vivien forced the whimper that so badly wanted to escape back into her throat. A three second jet of piss forced its way out with Vivien just barely stemming the flow in time. “Oh, uh, nothing really. This is the only demo I was going to submit tonight, but I’d be glad to record more.” She tried to sound as calm as she usually was. If there was something off about her, he hadn’t taken notice. Yet, that is.
“That won’t be necessary,” Amir stated. “I have a track I’m currently working on and I’d like you to sing backup.”
“I-I would lo- ahh!” Vivien was literally peeing herself. Crystal clear liquid cascaded down her legs and ran down the floor, thudding heavily against the white carpet. “I’m sorry, I have to go!” She flung the headphones off and ran out, clasping herself as she sprinted.
Vivien ran into the beige hallway, passing several doors as she went. Once she had reached the top of the stairs, she flung herself down the winding, pearl colored staircase, still pissing all the while. The bathroom was in sight. Yes, ohmygod, yes!
While one hand was still clutching herself for dear life, the other twisted the knob and threw the door back. There was a chance she had torn it off it’s hinges, but she could care absolutely less. Not even bothering to mess with her belt and form-fit pants, she yanked the lid up and sat down.
Piss began gushing out of her, torrenting through her urethra like a tsunami. “Oh my God,” she murmured, resting her head back. So much pee, it was like an ocean had resided within her. It was all just moving out of her at such a fast, hard rate, the only word she come up with to describe the immense euphoria was orgasmic. It felt like her stream was ripping a hole through the leather and fabric of her panties.
She continued on for an eternity of three minutes, before her flow taped off to a light sprinkle. Another thirty seconds passed and then she was empty for the first time in twenty-two hours. Her stomach had become smooth yet again.
Vivien remained where she was for several more minutes, simply breathing hard and fully assessing her situation. When she finally did stand up, her legs were weak, and she had to cling to the edge of the sink. She wiped her clothing off to the best of her ability, though they were still very much so wet. Mortification collapsed onto her while she washed her hands.
Oh, God. I just pissed myself in front of Amir. Um, okay. Despite her ever increasing wish to fall to the floor and die, she knew exactly what she had to do. I have to go back upstairs.
Her legs strongly carried her out the door -a door that still swung on it’s hinges, thank you very much- and up the steps, no longer preoccupied by her previous need. She sped up once she reached the hallway. Slowing down would only be harmful to her, both career-wise and mentally, considering the suspense was just about to kill her. She entered the other side of the recording studio with her heart doing somersaults, walking into the room where Amir had been. She cringed.
Emptiness.
He had left. Vivien was overcome by a frigid presence in her chest. What she had done was unacceptable, professional, and simply unforgivable. What she had done was ruined four years worth of training and shadowing, all to spare the dignity she had lost the very second she showed weakness to Amir. She didn’t blame him in the slightest for leaving her childish ass behind. If anything, she deserved to be escorted out by the security team.
Her mind had begun to babble on as to why she was the worst human being to ever be born when a light pink square stuck on the window caught her attention. It was a note.
Vivien,
No need to submit your demo. Consider it accepted. You may continue on with the next track.
This has to have been my favorite performance from you by far.
A ?
Vivien reread the note until she had the loops and dotted hearts in his ridiculously delicate and precise cursive memorized. A surge of feeling coursed throughout her body.
She didn’t know what it was, but she knew she liked it. |
Hello! Sorry for not updating in a while. This chapter doesn’t contain any desperation excluding a brief mentioning, but that mention will be much more prominent in the next chapter. Nonetheless, enjoy.
Track Two
Vivien scanned the grand room, skimming. Her hopeful, teenage heart had trained her eyes in the ways of spotting her love, while her bursting bladder had taught her eyes the art of finding a bathroom. At this moment in her life, she was unable to come across either. Both organs yearned and cried for their sense of pleasure.
She was at a major record label owner’s house; who it was and just whose house she was in was a mystery to Vivien. All she knew was that the label owner was rich, lived in an incredibly large labyrinth of a mansion, and the label itself was a good one because her manager had threatened to drop her if she didn’t show. The threat was an exaggeration, of course, given how close Vivien and Gil were, but she didn’t want to risk it.
Her eyes continued searching. Clio’s Faces played on the ungodly hideous orange speakers. She crossed one leg neatly over the other in a mixture of impatience and her rising urge.
The distinct smell of wisteria and freedom sought out her senses and suddenly, there he was. His gorgeous, feathered black hair, like the tide lapping onto the beach; His carefully crafted eyes, dark as midnight with a glimmering splash of emerald green; His constantly talked about fair mahogany skin - it was Amir. Though she was a good few inches taller, it seemed as though she had to lean her whole body back to look at him. He simply had that charm, that power, that charisma.
Her heart beat as normally as it ever did, but her mind soared into lands unknown. She was processing a million and one explosive thoughts at once with every word shoving and crawling past the others in effort to be said first.
“Hi.” The syllable slipped off Vivien’s purple and blue lipstick shaded lips.
Amir smiled, shyly glancing away, before murmuring his own greeting. “Hi.”
Vivien mentally staggered. How can he exude such confidence and yet be so… timid? Her mind implored.
She was jolted by her bladder - a need she had forgotten amidst using all her strength on being in his presence.
Vivien was dissuaded by the sudden end of the memory. That had been four years ago, when she was nineteen. She was twenty-three now, with Amir currently thirty-two. She squeezed her eyes shut in agony as a fresh wave of a migraine infiltrated her skull. When she wasn’t focusing on anything else, her mind defaulted to the events that had occurred yesterday: she had done a rather poor job on the demo for her song, Dreaming of Love.
She’d also had a full blown accident not only in Amir’s magnificent recording studio, but before his very own, horrified eyes. Not that she saw his reaction, of course, but it was to be assumed that watching a grown adult piss her pants wouldn’t be the most aesthetically pleasing. Besides that, she could confirm his reaction, considering he had yet to call or say anything really. At least, regarding the situation, that is - he had mentioned her upcoming debut studio album when placed on the spot by the paparazzi. That meant nothing, though. What they had between them was simply a business deal, and with her falling under the umbrella that was his album distribution label, he was definitely going to promote her.
Not that she wouldn’t want their relationship to be more, heaven forbid. Nearly every woman -and man- in the world would do all in their power to get with him. He was talented, mysterious, and ridiculously attractive. Those three notable virtues kept a plethora of women swarming around him. One would leave just as soon as another entered, something women who were interested knew.
Vivien had been thirteen when she first hung up the poster of a then twenty-two Amir; her eyes tracing his magnificent physique as she refused to gaze at Narcissa, one of his many protege’s. She had harbored a crush, and one that persisted despite the constant flock of ladies around him. In fact, her adoration for music had stemmed from him. She had been certain she was going to become a surgeon until her father bought her the cassette tape for his fourth album. Everything changed after that, including her interests, thoughts, and her view on men.
That had merely been a crush. Now, she wasn’t all too sure how she felt. She appreciated and valued the relationship they had now. Since their meeting, Amir had treated Vivien as an equal. They talked business; discussing music until the early hours of the morning. He had never attempted to seduce her, nonetheless touch her in any sort of way more than a hug, but that didn’t stop him from flirting mercilessly. It was something he did with everyone, no matter how professional their interactions were.
And yet, there was a gnawing, creeping feeling within her. She craved something more and at the same time, she didn’t. Well, that and her bladder was gnawing to be emptied again. Her muscles had grown tired after that mammoth hold, as a result, nagged more often than usual. Totally unrelated, though - In a romantic sense, at least.
Vivien wasn’t an idiot. All that medical “training” (as in reading as many medical books as she could find) prior to being introduced to Amir’s music had served her well. Long before she even knew just what the hell it was, an eleven year old Vivien understood that pressure in the bladder could ensue pressure being applied to the G-spot. At that age, it wasn’t necessarily a sexual impulse but a curious one that caused her to guzzle all the New Coke in the house and await the effects before the TV.
It didn’t take long before the tingling sensation began. The tingling started to truly sting, and just as she was prepared to bolt to the bathroom, the burning blossomed into a whole new concept: lust. A concept she had felt when she was recording yesterday and a concept she was feeling right now.
“Christ,” she sighed, rolling her eyes and throwing back the silver comforter. Vivien raised herself upright, twisting her lower half until her feet met the linoleum. She stretched her arms outward like a cat, arching her back, and stood up. She slunk over to the adjoining bathroom and as if on autopilot, began to run the water in her clawfoot bath tub.
A pang echoed from her bladder. Stripping, she ignored it and lowered herself in.
★★★
Contemplating his next move, Amir glanced down at the telephone that lie in front of him so tantalizing, and yet so accusing. It urged him to call her and it mocked him for wanting to call her at the same time.
Amir had listened to Vivien’s demo too many times to suggest. He didn’t hold what she’d done earlier against her, in fact, he truly didn’t mind. It was a simple body function that had gotten out of hand. A good part of him felt bad for what had happened, and a good part of him simply wanted to talk to her. In his eyes, her performance had been perfect, but he was also possibly biased. His ability to judge an artist’s talent compared to judging other criteria had yet to falter, but something was very different when it came to her.
He knew she was talented. Her demo was great. Despite this, Amir still remained conflicted. The struggle between him and the phone raged on.
Screw it.
He lunged for the phone. Amir dialled Vivien’s number, tapping the buttons with a calm but ever so present urgency. His finger twisted about the coils of the cord. She answered on the fifth ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey.” He paused. “What are you doing right now?”
Vivien hesitated. “Oh, nothing,” she replied nonchalantly. The sound of water being sloshed about pushed through the phone, as well as the slight echo. Amir grinned coyly. Liar.
“Can you be over here in five minutes?”
“Maybe,” she mused on, the water sounds continuing.
“Well, what’s holding you up?” He asked, his playfulness creeping through the receiver.
She played along, firing back, “You keeping me on the phone!”
“Yeah, yeah. So I’ll see you then?”
“Definitely.” |
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"Are you okay?" Savannah asks him as he stares deep into her gorgeous brown eyes. "You haven't said much since you arrived."
"What?" Jaden blinks, grabbing his soda as if he weren't just staring at her like an idiot. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure?" Savannah laughs.
"Totally fine."
Totally terrified, that's what he wanted to say. Savannah was way out of his league, so why the hell did she ask Jaden out? No one even knew his name. He was a nobody.
"That's good to hear," Savannah smiles. She flips her strawberry blonde curls over her shoulder, putting her phone into her bag and leaning into the table. "Is this your first time on a date?"
"Well," Jaden mumbles. "To be honest, yes, and the fact that it's with someone like you... It's a little strange to me."
"What's wrong with me?" Savannah frowns.
"Nothing!" Jaden exclaims. "I mean... I'm the wrong one here. You're just... y'know, cooler than me...? It's strange that you'd ask someone like me out on a date."
"But I think you're really nice!" Savannah assures him. "You're really sweet and you always help me out in class. I figured, taking you out for lunch was the least I could do."
Oh, he thought. This isn't a "date" date.
"Well, I'd better get going," Savannah smiles. "Would you like to go to the park? It's wonderful."
"Sounds great," Jaden nods. "I'll get another soda first. Would you like something else to drink?"
"No... and seriously?" Savannah groans. "That's your third soda."
"It's pretty good," Jaden laughs.
On the way to the counter, he hears something fall out of his pockets. A single dime he didn't even know was there.
Must be my lucky day, he thought. On the check he received, he was exactly 4 cents short. He insisted that the cashier kept the final penny.
"And here's your drink, sir," the waitress smiles.
"Uh, Jaden," Savannah mutters, adjusting her purse over her shoulders. "We've got to get going soon, it's going on 7. You know how my parents are."
"No, I don't," Jaden laughs.
Savannah rolls her eyes. "Well, I said I need to be home before 8PM, smartass."
"Alright, alright," Jaden sighs. "Can I just finish this?"
"Hurry up," Savannah chides.
In about a minute, Jaden manages to gulf down the whole glass of soda. Savannah jumps a little after he sets the glass down. "Come on, the sun's still out."
"Have a nice day," the waitress waves.
"You too," Jaden responds.
As they leave the café, Savannah scans the area for shortcuts. "Have you ever been to the park?"
"I don't usually go to parks," Jaden shrugs. "I'm more of a stay inside and play video games type of guy."
He regretted saying that out loud.
Savannah tilts her head. "The real world has better graphics, though."
On the way to the park, Jaden notices less buildings and more greenery. After three full glasses of soda, he decides that it might be time to think about a rest stop before the drive home.
It took them about 10 minutes to get there, they'd probably hang out for 30 minutes and then walk 20 minutes back to the car. The drive back was going to be another 15 minutes. He scanned each building for an "Open" sign that implied it was a café or a restaurant of sone sort.
Nothing.
But it was fine. Jaden was absolutely fine, just planning ahead. Three sodas could wait an hour and fifteen minutes, it wasn't a big deal.
"What are you scanning the street for?" Savannah nudges him. "You need something to eat?"
"No," Jaden laughs nervously. "I just like this area a lot."
Savannah raises an eyebrow. "I can't tell if that's sarcasm."
"My town is shit compared to this," Jaden responds. "There's a lot of greenery around here."
"You do art, don't you?" Savannah asks.
"Y-yeah," Jaden mumbles. Why is she so interested in me? My art isn't that good.
The park was beautiful, full of greenery and flowers-- it looked like something out of a fairytale. Jaden pulled out his camera, taking at least 5 panoramas before he was satisfied.
"You're a photographer as well?" Savannah whispers. "That's a really expensive camera."
"Exactly," Jaden grins. "I'm just a guy with an expensive camera."
Savannah sat down at the bench next to them. More importantly, Jaden hadn't spotted one rest stop in the 10 minute walk over, and the fountain wasn't helping. He wasn't dying for a piss yet, but he definitely recognized that he needed to. He would have went at the café, but Savannah insisted on leaving and he decided to get another drink instead of releasing the two he already had.
"It's wonderful, isn't it?" Savannah whispers, leaning onto Jaden's chest.
Getting nervous and having to pee really don't go well together, Jaden thought as his bladder released a few drops in excitement. His boxers were still dry, it was just a little release, but they sat so close to the tip that he felt like he needed to release some more just to get them off. The problem was solved by shifting his legs a little bit, but having to pee certainly made being on a date with one of the coolest girls he ever met a lot more awkward.
"What time is it?" Jaden asks nervously.
"Um," Savannah reaches for her phone. "It's 7:12 right now, why?"
"Should we start heading back at 7:25?" Jaden suggests.
"I'm sorry if this wasn't something you wanted to do," Savannah frowns. "I just thought it was beautiful, and I know that you're an artist, so I thought you'd think the same thing."
"I do!" Jaden exclaims, ignoring the fountain in the background. "It's great. I feel inspired already, but as you can see, I didn't bring my sketchbook."
"Is that why you brought your camera?" Savannah asks. "So you can draw them out later?"
"That's why I do it," Jaden nods.
"Well, if it's not a bother..." Savannah wonders. "Could you take a picture of me?"
"Surely," Jaden nods, pulling out his camera. "I mean, you're already a work of art as you are."
Stop talking, for the love of God! Jaden yells at himself. You're too cheesy and annoying, just be natural!
Those thoughts are translated as a nervous shaking of the camera. The photo comes out blurry. "I'm... sorry, I need to take another one."
"That's okay," Savannah laughs. "And thank you."
Fifteen whole minutes of awkward silence forces Jaden to listen to the torturous fountain splashes. He feels the urge to run behind a bush and relieve himself, but how would he even begin to explain to Savannah that instead of using the bathroom, he decided to drink even more? His best bet was to reenter the restaurant, but then it would take longer to get back to the car.
It would be so easy to just ask: Hey, do you know if there's a bathroom around here? but somehow, the question in this situation would be more awkward than just dealing with the consequences of his actions. Besides, his desperation was at a 4 out of 10, it was only amplified to a 6 by the fountain.
"I think we should head back now," Jaden warns. "Your father will probably get super upset if you're late."
"It's more of my Mom," Savannah corrects him. "Dad could care less when I get home."
On the way back, Jaden holds hands with Savannah, but he can only think about hiding behind a tree and releasing a long, warm yellow stream into the dry grass.
"Your face is turning red," Savannah frowns. "Do you need some water?"
No, Jaden thinks.
"Sure," Jaden says.
The regret stuck to him before the bottle even reached his lips. He took a few gulps of water before returning the bottle to her, and he knew that once the water settled, there wouldn't be any room for it to go except in a waterfall down his thighs.
By the time they made it back to the car, Jaden was definitely at a five. There were restaurants he could slide into, but there's no way they'd make it to her house on time if he did. He hesitated to put his seatbelt on.
"Hey, Savannah?" Jaden asks hesitantly.
"Yes?" Savannah responds.
He was about to ask before they drove off, but he had a pretty good handle on things. "This was a nice night to spend with you. I hope we can hang out again soon."
"I could come over to your house," Savannah suggests. "I may not look it, but I enjoy playing video games as well."
"That would be great," Jaden smiles.
Savannah was a gentle driver, so the road had mercy on his poor bladder. The problem was that even with that mercy, it seemed to torture itself.
The GPS read "17 minutes", but it would occasionally flip to 25 minutes, 39 minutes, 14 minutes and then 27. It wasn't the best calculator, and it didn't help much.
Later, it decided on "13 minutes", and Jaden could feel his lower body throbbing. Maybe a seven was more accurate. The heated seats had him looking down from time to time, making sure that it was the car heating up the seat and not him. He grabbed himself through his hoodie, staring attentively at the GPS time.
"Are you okay?" Savannah asks worriedly. "You're acting strange, and your face is still red. Do you need more water?"
"No," Jaden finally had the courage to say. "I'm good."
"Soda isn't water, Jaden." Savannah insists. "You've got to hydrate."
"Really, I'm fine," Jaden assures her, subtly grinding himself against the seat.
"God damn it!" Savannah frowns. "This road is closed off. Do you mind re-entering the coordinates for me?"
"I don't know where I live," Jaden jests, looking for any excuse he can get not to remove his hands.
"Fine, I'll do it," Savannah laughs.
Jaden watches impatiently as Savannah slowly types on the screen. His hands grab the ends of the seat as his grinding becomes less subtle. At a 7, going on 8, Jaden can't help but wonder how long a drive to his house could really be.
"Please stop, you're shaking the car," Savannah asks.
"Sorry," Jaden frowns, reaching back at himself through his hoodie pockets.
"Alright, so the next road is about 12 minutes, which is about the same timing." Savannah steers the car around, heading to the new route. Jaden looks out the window at the empty fields, looking for any tree he could hide behind. He begins dribbling in his boxers as he imagines the relief he'll have once he gets home.
He begins to wonder if it would be legal to lower the window and let himself go. It couldn't be indecent exposure if they hadn't seen anything, right?
After a few minutes of thinking, he decides it would be a very bad idea.
"Listen," Jaden whispers. "I've... got a little problem."
"What?" Savannah asks.
"Well," Jaden sighs, holding his breath as he reaches down for his crotch.
"I'm not going to have sex with you on our first date," Savannah snaps.
"T-that's not what I meant," Jaden whimpers, his legs shaking desperately as he grinds harder against the seat. "I-I'm gonna..."
"I'm driving," Savannah reminds him. "Use your words."
I want to, but if I talk, I'm going to lose control again! Jaden feels a few tears roll down his cheeks as the pressure between his legs starts to loosen up. "P-please help me..."
Savannah pulls over with a sharp turn that sends the first spurt of piss through his boxers, an audible hiss coming from between his legs as a small dark spot forms on his jeans.
"Oh my God, Jaden–" Savannah gasps. "Are you... peeing?"
"N-no, I'm not!" Jaden sobs, his cheeks turning dark red.
"You're literally peeing yourself," Savannah rolls her eyes, glancing at his crotch. Noticing the dark spot sends him into tears.
"P-please hurry, I've really got to go..." He stared longingly out the windows, if the roads weren't so busy, maybe he could step out of the car and relieve himself.
"Can you hold it?" Savannah sighs. "We'll be at your place in five minutes."
"O-okay," Jaden nods, wiping his tears with his free arm.
He was already at a nine. He sighs in relief as another stream sprays out of him, and Savannah acknowledges the hiss once more, but doesn't say anything. He finally sees his house, and he can feel moisture on the car seat already. Luckily, he hadn't released too much on the seat, and the one layer of moisture from his wet jeans wouldn't be too difficult to remove.
"Alright, I'll see you around," Savannah smiles. "Don't worry about the seat."
"I need help..." Jaden cries, leaking another spray through his jeans as the wet spot grows past his thighs. "I-I can't get out..."
"Okay," Savannah nods, exiting the car and walking around to the passenger seat. "Where are your keys?"
"In my pocket," Jaden whimpers, moving his arm out of the way.
"Which one?" Savannah queries.
"This one!" Jaden yells. "The one you just--"
Oh.
He hadn't dropped that dime earlier. It was a lucky find, but it must have been there for a while.
"N-no..." Jaden squirms, trying to keep his full bladder from bursting. "I'm n-not gonna mmake it..."
"It's okay," Savannah smiles, rubbing his thigh gently. "You did your best."
"I-I can't move," Jaden cries. "I-I'm sorry, I don't mean to..."
Savannah pushes against his bladder as he lets out a quiet moan under his lips, a loud roar coming from between his legs. For about a minute, he leans into his seat as a torrent of piss sprays out from the front of his jeans, tears of relief rolling down his face.
It takes him a while to realize that he had, in real time, wet himself in front of one of the hottest girls he knew. (Let alone that it had already taken him a while to process that he was hanging out with her.)
"O-oh my God," Jaden cries. "I'm..."
"Don't worry about it," Savannah winks.
Oh my god, oh my god, I... I just...
His thoughts are interrupted as Savannah leans in for a kiss.
"W-why?" Jaden frowns. "I just m–"
He's interrupted by Savannah's soft sweet lips as he tries his best to figure out what the hell could have gotten into her all of a sudden?
"Come on," Savannah sighs, crawling over him to get back into the driving seat. "I'm sure someone's holding onto your keys at the diner."
"Y-you're gonna be late," Jaden mumbles.
"Totally forgot about daylight savings, didn't we?" Savannah laughs. "That's kinda awkward, isn't it?"
"Couldn't be as awkward as wetting yourself in a girl's car," Jaden lours.
"Let's be honest," Savannah grins. "That was the cutest shit I've ever seen."
Edited April 9, 2018 by peorth
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NOTE!!!!! So a year ago or so I wrote this story in chapters but it was way too unrealistic, and became sloppy since I didn't know where to go. It was never finished. So while the character's and some events are the same, the premise is different. The story remastered as one LONG EPIC piece. With an ending. This is ALL FICTION. None of this is real. It has one unrealistic part, you'll know when. Hope you like it.
At Jenkins University, it was nighttime, and the whole campus was pretty much closed, but the parking lot was packed. It was the Jenkins Female Choir performance led by the late thirties aged Ms. Calwiki with short brown hair, was dressed like the rest of her twenty something year old students: tight black dress pants, high heels (though Calwiki due to foot problems had to wear girlish, black dress shoes) and a white top shirt. Calwiki had long sleeves on.
Jennie, Jo, and Nikki were all brunettes. Jo had her hair in a ponytail while the other two let theirs hang down. Nikki wore a sleeveless white top to show her long, tan arms. Jennie had dress pants with thin, white lines as design down the blackness. Lily was an average-height blonde with wavy hair with a little fat, but still damn cute and sexy in that black and white pattern top and black skirt and heels. Kelsey the same but with black hair, and Tyra, an African American girl with a cool attitude and brown short curly hair. She and Jennie had the roundest butts in the tight black pants.
"Everyone, five minutes," said Emily from the stage. She was on the production team. A short, punk rock girl with black straight hair, and that night had a black shirt and tight blue jeans that went over her small but nice shaped butt.
"Oh Emily!" Tyra said. "Come try these brownies Dean Maxline made for us."
Dean Maxline spoke with Calwiki in the corner. Maxline was a very tall blonde woman who wore high heels that night with tight dark gray pants and an orange shirt.
Emily shrugged and took one, having bit into something she would regret later on. They all would. Some of their panties as well. Just cause their pants were black, didn't mean they covered stink, loads that could fall down the openings, etc.
"Girls," Calwiki called out. "Let's head on stage."
As they started to head out Maxline sucked some more of her extra large coffee with double sugar. She caught glimpse of Tyra who stood still for a moment and held her belly. She looked a bit uncomfortable.
Once on stage the girls had lined up. The auditorium was full. Calwiki finished her third brownie, they were so delicious they covered the accidental poison inside. All the girls had felt a little antsy as a pressure built up in their lower bellies. Not pee, though. Maxline drank more of her coffee and watched from the side with Emily as Calwiki turned to the audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she said.
"Did you just assume our gender?" Someone from the audience yelled.
Calwiki ignored it. She continued, "It is my great pleasure tonight to bring you an act of these beautiful ladies. We still-Ergh!" Calwiki moaned as she grasped her stomach as a harsh, hot tight pain shot through. Her tight legs at the knees turned inwards. "S-sorry."
As Calwiki continued, Emily from the side said, "I wonder what that was about. Is she okay?"
Dean Maxline said, "She's at where I want everyone to be. We have professionals who want to invest in our schools art program. Everyone needs to work hard and get through tonight."
Emily gave a shrug. They did have to impress. "Dean Maxline, what do you-OOOH!" Emily moaned as she crouched down and held her stomach. Her legs staying together shut tight. She felt a heavy, burning feeling that she recognized. "What...what was that?"
Maxline sucked more on her large coffee. "Powerscrap brand ingredients added to my brownies."
"Powerscrap? Aren't they a health industry? With losing weight. What ingredient?"
"Something guaranteed to clean a stomach out."
Emily froze and her eyes widened. Her lips trembled as she felt the pain worsening. She could tell looking at the girls on stage by their faces that they were experiencing some discomfort as well.
Emily said, “Dean why did you do that?”
Maxline tapped her foot in annoyance. “It’s to clean the nerves out of the stomach. Relax.”
“That’s not what clean out the stomach means!” Emily felt like she would explode as the brown dark force ran through her intestines and tried to fire out of her ass. Emily stood up straight squeezing her ass cheeks together as tight as possible. She ran from stage and to the auditorium's one ladies room. It was a single person restroom. They had a small school so most bathrooms were singles. Saved money. She reached for the door and grabbed the handle...LOCKED !
"Oh no," Emily said in fear.
Maxline came up. "Back to work now. You can go during intermission."
Emily squirmed in her spot next to a door which locked behind was her key to relief and not messing up her pants in a humiliating public fashion. “Dean Maxline. I really gotta go!” She bounced.
Dean Maxline continued to tap her foot louder and harder than before with a hand pushing on her waist. “I’ve had three of these coffees in the last hour to keep me awake. I have to go too, but it can wait. Now come on we need you on stage. I’ll call the janitor to come unlock the restroom.”
Emily bounced left to right as he feet shuffled on the floor, so her body could try to contain the growing, burning load within. She started to sweat. Her tight jeans showed stretched marks at the bottom of her round butt as her legs stayed tight. Emily looked left no right in confusion and paranoia. She squeaked. Put her hands in her pockets, grasped her fingers on the inside against her private area, and walked back with Dean Maxline with her legs tight and butt cheeks in those tight jeans moving back and forth.
Ms. Calwiki was a bit desperate at this point. She knew she needed to go to the bathroom. Really badly. She tapped her conductor stick on the podium, held her arms up, and flicked to direct the girls. They sang "A Hard Harsh Pressure." The words strained the bellies of all the poor girls.
Jennie and Tyra, next to each other in their tight black pants. Jennie had the white line design on hers, Tyra's pants were much tighter and less made of dress fabric. Both of the girls butts held so tight lines formed down their cracks and their pants went in.
Lily put her hands in her pocket as she felt her belly expand. Nikki was the same way but had her hands against her crotch as she waved back and forth and crossed her legs. Kelsey had her arms tight against her sides. Jo was the same way. She remembered how bad she had to pee earlier that day, and almost wet herself in calculus. Now she was facing a poop problem. She could not have an accident.
They went on to their next song, and by this point all of the girls have felt like they had to go VERY bad for almost half an hour. Especially Tyra. Her feeling hit her before they even got on stage. Dean Maxline sucked down the rest of her coffee.. Maxline looks down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Emily had her legs crossed and crouched down bent at the knees, bouncing up and down. She had been working all day since early morning and had to drink a couple energy drinks to keep her going. The poor girl felt like she would bust any second.
In the audience, a woman had gotten up as she felt their drinks from dinner had caught up with them. Lucy, with dark hair and sort of chubby legs in a black skirt walked to the bathrooms. She had a dark pink top as well, and black dress jacket and was in her late twenties. She reached the bathroom and grabbed the door knob. Locked.
She knocked. In a voice of discomfort, "Excuse me, is anyone in there?" Lucy knocked again as she felt her belly rumble. "Hello? Is this occupied or not? I really gotta go."
After forty-five minutes, four songs, intermission had come. The audience clapped but it meant nothing to those on stage desperate out of their freaking minds at this point ready to explode into their panties and nice pants.
Emily struggled as she closed the curtain, and Calwiki and the girls ran off stage to the toilet.
Emily said to Maxline, "You gggotta let us in now."
Maxline nodded, in slight annoyance, and they went off.
Emily knew she would pop in her pants soon if she didn't take care of business. She held her butt cheeks together as a sharp load of poop that would destroy her pantie and jeans painfully tried to slice out between her ass. She froze at the horror. The choir of girls stood behind a very desperate Lucy. Lucy had her hands under her skirt to plug up her pee hole that was ready to burst open and cover the floor in a yellow puddle. Behind a faster bouncing Jo, then Lily, Kelsey, Nikki, Tyra, and behind them all was Jennie. All the choir girls shuffled their legs and feet in place as they were only a few feet from relief.
Ms. Calwiki stood at the back of the line in disbelief with her hands in her crotch and legs inwards as they wobbled. Calwiki said in a quiet, strained voice, "This...no...no no!"
Maxline shook her head as her foot tapped and made clicks in the heels as her own discomfort started in her bladder. Emily pulled on Maxlines sleeve.
"Dean! There's no way I can wait in that line. I'm going to explode. My stomach is going to burst open."
Maxline ignored and went to unlock the bathroom. "Your instructor gets to go first."
Calwiki was desperate. But she shook her head. "No. Let my girls go first. They worked hard for tonight." They all loved Calwiki.
Right in that spot Lucy's legs shuffled faster and she bounced like a mad woman. Her boobs jiggled as her tits erected from the stress and sweat pointed out. "Oh I'm gonna pop let me through!" As she headed in she was pushed aside by Emily who had her body alarms going off. Red alert! Emergency! Emily was going to explode. The fear of humiliation was too much to think about. How could she return to work or school again? How could any of them as they all felt the same dilemma.
But Maxline held Emily away since she was not first. Emily fought and the girls in line squirmed and bounced as their need for a release grew. Lucy was distracted and some old lady ran by all of them with her decades of entitlement and occupied the one toilet. They were all shocked.
Outside the door Lucy was fighting with the handle. Emily was knocking hard. Lucy's jaw dropped as she crossed her legs for she felt her body was finally giving up. She yelled through the door, "Hurry up already!"
Jamie yelled from the back, "Yeah we have to go back on soon."
They heard the toilet flush, and it increased all their desperation a more even though they had to poop. The knowing of what their relief could sound like made them want to surrender in their panties and pants there. Nikki almost passed out from the pulsing pain. Lily bounced and cried actual tears.
The door opened, but for Emily it was too late. It was happening now. She ran from everyone. She quickly in tiny steps went down the stairs. She moaned, "Ah, ah, an. EEEEE ah!" She slammed her body against the doors and went outside, unbuttoned her jeans, was behind the bushes and literally a second from release. BUT....lights flashed at her. She quickly stood up and buttoned her jeans, the load still inside.
It was campus police. The cop, he said, "Ms. What are you doing?"
Emily sweated. "Me?!? Um, um, uh, I, I was just looking for some glasses I lost out here before." Her legs crossed tight. She had no idea how she held in all this. She put her hands on her hips. Her belly literally felt like it would rip open at the skin and splatter everywhere.
The cop gave her a suspicious look.
Lucy did not make it inside. Jo pushed her aside and went in and let it all out, avoiding an embarrassing accident. Lucy's eyes watered and she bit her lip as she watched someone down the hall take a sip from the water fountain and saw the streaming foreshadow do panties death. Dean Maxline stood there impatient, her hands firmly in her pockets as she tapped her foot in the heel hard and legs tight together.
Maxline saw they only had enough time for one more person to go. "Forget the line. I'll choose who gets to go before we go back on stage." The girls shook. She pointed at one of them as Lucy stood on the side ignored by Maxline. Maxline pointed at one of the choir girls. "You get to go next." But who was it?
Emily was outside, legs crossed in her tight jeans, her private area swollen as well as her belly. Her gut had intense burning that made her scared she would explode any second. She was going to finally take a bathroom break in the bushes, but now the cop was watching her.
"Miss, you seem a bit unwell or something," he said.
Emily shook. She sweated bullets. "I-I'm...I'm fine sssir." She rubbed her back to relax her muscles. Her hips moving back and forth as slow as she could make them go. She said quietly, "I'm going to burst like a waterfall of diarrhea in my panties." That fear of humiliation made her heart race and lose breath with anxiety.
"Were you going to go to the bathroom in that bush? You know there are cameras around here right? And that's also illegal."
Emily had tears of agony fall from her eyes. She said, "NNNo I wasn't going-going to do that." She was dying inside.
Inside, Maxline pointed at………………………………Kelsey. "You have a solo young lady. You need focus. Go now. Fast."
After the door opened Kelsey ran in there and almost popped a mess in her panties. As the door shut Lucy tried to rush inside but the Dean placed her leg out to block the poor audience member.
Lucy bounced as her legs crossed. She pulled on her face as the pulses of agony became too much. She decided she would go outside, there was no choice, a couple drops leaked out. "I'm not gonna make it! I'm not gotta make it! Oh, but I have to!"
She burst through the doors outside and was confronted by the campus cop and Emily who also shook from her desperation. Lucy sweated as her legs shook and her jaw dropped.
"Mamm are you okay?" The cop asked.
Lucy said, "I'm fine I just...I" she struggled to keep her words and thoughts together. She stared in horror as the outside sprinklers went off. Drops flung in the air and splashed. Flares of pain went into Lucy. Lucy bent over her waist as the pain was unbearable like a watery flame pushing through her. She held herself up by the door. Emily bit her bottom lip and placed her hands against her crotch.
Tears fell from Lucy's eyes. It was coming. She felt the warm glist flow along her private part and her panties feeling a wee bit warmer.
"Miss maybe you need to see a doctor. I'll call for some fluids." The word fluids hurt her as it was water like.
"No..." she said in a breathless voice.
People started to walk back inside since intermission ended and a crowd was around her. A good half dozen stopped and stared at the struggling woman on the verge of bursting. She grew so scared and turned red as all these people might she her, a grown woman, wet herself.
Emily herself had her legs crossed so tight the jeans showed her muscles. Her boiling belly was erupting as it came from the bottom of her shirt balloon belly. She cried, but held back tears as much as she could.
"Take some water." Someone held out a water bottle to Lucy and the liquid inside flowed from bottom to top.
Lucy squirmed and said, "Ahhhhh stop please!" Her muscles weakened, oh poor woman why did the dean have to lock up the bathroom. This woman was not even in the choir.
The sprinklers still going, and she felt herself start to leak. Both of tears and the other thing. More people were focused on Lucy than Emily even though both squirmed cried and sweated desperation. They had to go SOOOOOO bad. Their panties doomed.
"Please...stop. Let me...oh nnnno NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Then BOOOOOM! Lucys bladder burst, and a large stream of pee echoed out of her burning and swollen private area. "NooooOOOOOOO!" She cried bloody tears. Her panties filled and were soaked and fell off her a little as the hot stream stained in a puddle around her. Her body was a faucet and people covered their mouths as liters poured out of her. The poor woman was so red and cried. Her legs, feet, heels, skirt and panties ruined from wetness. People around town who knew her and she would pass by remembering this humiliation. "Ahhhho," she moaned from the pain. The embarrassment and disbelief caused a panic that made the poor woman faint in her own puddle of pee. Boy would she stink when she woke up.
"I have to get back to work!" Emily shouted as the sight of someone else wetting made her body automatically start to give an alarm and urge to go to the bathroom…except her’s was much thicker and darker. She uncrossed her legs and ran back through the door and cried, knowing she was on the verge of a major, embarrassing accident. She might actually go to the bathroom in her jeans and panties. Her legs still tight at the private section as she squeezed her holes shut as they timer inside was about to go off. One hand tight against her crotch, one pushed against her ass.
Inside the desperate choir headed back to stage, and Emily reached the door but it was locked. She pulled in the handle and pushed her foot against the wall to pull it open. Come on you! Please God! Don't let this happen to me! It wouldn't budge. Her toilet of relief was locked. Her legs squeezed together and one went up to her chest by the knee. Step by step she backed away and felt herself about to lose it. "Oh, ah, e e ah!"
"Emily get back in here," Dean yelled. As the rest of the choir except for Jo and Kelsey squirmed on stage.
Dean Maxline and Emily sat as they watched the choir perform. The voices for most sounded so off pitch. The girls were in great discomfort and desperation. Jo and Kelsey were fine cause they went, but Calwiki, the choir, Emily and even the Dean herself all desperate. Maxline had that huge coffee. She sat in her dark greenish gray pants and crossed her legs and shook them as they watched. She looked so disappointed. Her belly expanded out a few centimeters from the huge gallons of boiling liquids that wanted to erupt like a sunfire out of her body in the form of pee.
"Embarrassing," Maxline said. She looked down at Emily and rolled her eyes.
Poor Emily. Her legs were brought up to her chest and crossed tight. She was sweating like crazy and crying. Every second she felt like she would explode and she held off each time. But it would not last forever. "I...can't...hold....iiit anymore." She moaned.
Lily leaped off stage in the middle of performing. She dashed but was blocked by Dean Maxline. Lily legs crossed and she bounced crying.
Lily said, "Dean please I have to poop so bad!" She turned red from saying it. Oh the humiliation.
"Back on stage now," Maxline demanded.
Lily kept trying to run by but each time Maxline cut her off. Lily went back to stage and stood with her desperate choir mates. As bad as she felt everyone could tell poor Tyra and Emily were the ones about to burst.
Tyra had her legs crossed, her butt cheeks going back and forth as she pulled on her hair. Her gut was on fire and she lost a couple drops already and could feel her poo squeezing out through her cheeks.
After they finished, they had one last intermission. Emily got a head start and was just turning the corner to the bathroom. It was in sight and she lit with joy...but the choir dashed in front of her and danced desperately in line.
Emily's eyes watered. She was going to crap in her new panties so much.
"Dean hurry up!" Nikki who was first in line yelled.
The Dean unlocked the door and Nikki ran inside. She made it.
Next would be Tyra, then Lily, Jennie, Calwiki, and Emily last.
Tyra was dancing with her legs crossed. "Oh...my...GGGod!"
"Tyra can I cut in front?" Lily begged.
Tyra said in a very sarcastic tone as she held her crotch and squirmed, "Oh sure, because I don't have to go or anything. I'm not about to have a total meltdown accident in my panties. It all evaporated into chocolate dust and I'm fine now."
Nikki came out of the bathroom. Just as Tyra turned Lily went in and said "Thanks!"
Tyra froze and jaw dropped as the door closed. She wrestled with the handle. "Open up! Open up! Oh, please I can't hold it anymore!" Tyra fell to the ground holding her stomach as it let out a loud growl that burned the inside of the girl.
"Eeeeeee!" Jennie moaned in agony. Her butt and front part so swollen her fancy pants tightened on them. Her tan skin turned pale as she kept her legs tight together and heels shuffled in place. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God----eeerrrrrrrrrgh!”
Calwiki had her legs crossed and as holding herself around her torso as she bounced. The poor conductor just bought her outfit. She looked at her boss Dean Maxline who stood from the side. Maxline looked concerned and her tall legs twitched at the knee. As her right leg curved over the other at the knee, it kicked back and her heel dangled off of her foot. Her hands against her crotch. Maxline was desperate. Her bladder felt full, hot, and hard to hold in.
"Um, excuse me?" A woman questioned from behind. Her name was Alexandra, in a tight red, short dress. Enna, a blonde in a tight black shirt and dark blue dress pants. Then Kate, a tall blonde, who had on a dark blue dress with sleeves. The dress was short, a couple inches above her knees. Alexandra said as she and the other two squirmed. "This isn't the only bathroom is it? We've come here like three times and it's always locked."
Maxline said, "Wait you three are the musical investors."
"Yes, we had a lot to drink earlier and have been trying to get to a bathroom but it always locked."
Kate crossed her legs and along with Enna squirmed up and down and said, "Ooohhh, I'm not gonna last much longer!"
Alexandra said, "Maybe we should leave early. No way we can wait in that line and avoid accidents."
"No!" Maxline said. She could not lose these investors. As Lily exited the bathroom looking relaxed Tyra was about to run in but Maxline grabbed her. "Please, go ahead of us. You're pretty much royalty here."
Tyra's heart sank. "No way! I-"But Maxline turned her and held a hand on her mouth.
"Please ladies, go ahead." Maxline felt she would burst any second as well.
“Thank you,” said Alexandra as she took the bathroom for herself.
"Oh nooooOOOOOO!" Tyra yelled. Her stomach had enough. Tyra tried to hold on longer, she did, but it was no use. Her asshole burned too much like spikes, and legs became numb and exhausted. She felt her stomach crack and break inside. She covered her mouth in humiliation as she felt her panties fill quickly with poop both solid and liquid. Not long after it leaked out under her pants. She squirmed and tried to stop, but her body pumped more and more, and everyone backed away as they saw the brown puddle form around her. Pieces inside it. She could not stop crying. She ran into the bathroom as Alexandra exited. Poor Tyra went to the bathroom in her pants in front of her friends, and these musical investing legends. She sat on the toilet, a mess, and cried. Occupying the one bathroom everyone outside so desperately needed.
Jennie squirmed up and down holding her waist. "Dean Maxline," she cried.
Maxline said, "You better hold it in." She kept her legs closed tight and hand at crotch and knocked on the door. "Tyra, get out here now!"
Jennie ran. “Code red!!!!” She got out of sight and saw a garbage can in the hall. Jennie kicked off the top, pulled her pants down, and sat on the inside of the can as her private area burned as diarrhea and piss came out. Her belly deflated and she relaxed. Sucks for the next janitor though. “OOOOOoooaaaaa,” she said in a calm tone. That was close. But what would she wipe with? "What the?" Oh no, her butt was stuck in the garbage can. She could not pull herself out.
The two other music investors squirmed as their bladders expanded. Oh, how humiliating for them as legends of this school it would be to wet themselves in public.
Ms. Calwiki held herself up on the side of the wall and felt her stomach explode. She shut her legs tight as hell to hold it in. "Oh noooo!" Would she make it? Sweat poured off her like a waterfall. She did not know for a second, but then looked down and saw a similar black puddle of laxative-related poop burn out from under her pants. She turned so red and cried so hard tears ran down her cleavage. This was too much the intense humiliation almost made her heart stop. On her knees, stinky, a mess, and crying.
Emily had no idea how she would survive as at that moment, she felt a large surge of pain come over her body. "AHHHHHHHH!" The pain was unbelievable. She heard cracks in her belly. She felt her skin stretch as her belly became round like she was pregnant with her poop gut. Having such a small body, the feeling of exploding poop was all in every piece of her body.
Jennie pushed and pushed, but her butt from stuck in the garbage can. She was stuck, legs up, no pants on, and struggled to get out. Some of the audience had walked out to the vending machines and saw Jennie.
"Oh no," she said with anxiety.
The audience laughed and took pictures of the poor girl. Some of the cute football players for the school were part of that crowd. Even avoiding a humiliating accident she was the victim of humiliation in the end. She cried and covered her face. “Oh my why!” As she squirmed, she tipped over, garbage can still stuck on her ass, and she rolled on the ground without control, leaving a brown trail behind. Agony. How could she ever live this down?
Tyra remained locked in the bathroom, her pants and panties ruined. She had filth all over, and she cried from feeling so embarrassed and like a failure. “Oh my God, how do I show my face out there again? I can’t even make it to my car without people seeing me in this mess!”
Outside waited Dean Maxline who had her legs shuffling in place as she held her crotch tight. The tall blonde banged on the door to get Tyra out. Sweat of nervousness made her body shake. She was losing now too.
Dean Maxline said, "Missie, get out now! There are other people very desperate." Then Maxline said in a low, scrunched up voice, "Me included." She could not speak as the discomfort was hard to control.
Enna had her legs crossed and arms on her side, Kate rubbed her belly as her long legs shuffled.
"Are there really no other bathrooms here in the building?" Kate asked in a grunted voice.
Maxline started to sweat. Her nerves made her full bladder pains worse.
Maxline said, "There is a custodian’s lavatory in his office. But I don't have the access for that."
"Dean Maxline!" Emily squealed in agony. Her belly was so full it popped out under her shirt and showed her belly button on her pale white stomach. Her lips trembled and eyes watered as a major pulse of pain echoed from her belly through her whole body. "I'm going to have an accident!" Emily was the smallest out of all of them and in the worst pain. She had held it the longest as well. She already felt a couple warm drops in her panties. Some leaked.
Enna ran to the bathroom door, her pants tight over her butt. Her pants tight over her swollen crotch as well. A drop shot out into her underwear and she felt it drizzle down her leg. Enna banged on the door like a madwoman.
She said, "Missie let us in please! We can't have an accident, we're professionals and this will get around to everyone."
"Oh...oh no," Kate cried. She held her crotch and legs tight. "Oh no, oh no, NOOOOOO! PLEASE NOOOO!" Her dress darkened all over instantly as her bladder popped and shot rivers of pee out. Streams leaked from the bottom of her dress and she covered her mouth and cried in humiliation.
Dean Maxline couldn't stand seeing another person wet themselves. It caused her agony! She held her crotch with both hands and shook back and forth. Everyone else squirmed and bounced as they held themselves. Emily had her legs twisted together crossed, arms crossed on her stomach and chest. She bit her bottom lip as she felt herself moments from giving out.
"Ah, ah, eee!" Enna yelled in terror. Her stomach hurt as if on fire as her exploded gut shot out loads of poop and pee that filled her pants fast and large. An accident, in front of her fellow legends. She couldn't contain the release of the load. "Ow, ow, oooowwwww!"
Kate and Enna ran in humiliation. Emily bounced around in agony as two more brown squirts in her pants came out. A thin line could be seen on her jeans which became a bit damp from the sweat. She could not wait much longer.
Dean Maxline’s bladder had felt like the size of Europe. It pulsed in a hot, sharp pain in every direction. It was hard to hold and focus. Then suddenly, that hot, sharp pain stretched out through her body. Up through the middle from her girlhood, both sides expanding out with the painful, loaded bladder. Her legs locked, feet shuffled side to side as she pulled on her hair in sweat and tears before holding her crotch. “Ahhhh! What…what is happening!” She thought and thought. Could it be that rare bladder infection? Where the bladder connects with all the body’s cells and if the bladder explodes…so does all of her. She called her doctor and asked what her blood test results showed. She heard the results and dropped the cell phone in terror. “No, no, no NOOOOOO! This can’t happen.” Panic rose for her life. Right before she knocked again as she and Emily were the only ones to remain, Tyra exited the bathroom with a white dress around her bottom.
But they looked closer and saw the dress was made out of toilet paper. Tyra said, “I flushed my pants down the toilet. This was so humiliating. You’ve ruined my life.” She looked at the Dean as she said that. Then, turned to Emily. “And you!” She poked Emily’s huge belly over and over which caused explosions of pain in the poor girl. “You’re our stage worker. You’re supposed to make sure things like this don’t happen.”
Emily cried. This was so unfair. “But that’s not.” Tyra left before she answered, and turned to the toilet.
Emily and Dean Maxline, both about to burst, watched in horror as the toilet, clogged with Tyra’s pants, overflowed. Water poured over the top and flooded the floor, mixing with the messes of each woman who did not make it in time. Emily was in so much pain she tipped over.
Dean Maxline could not believe this. Her bladder expanded more and more. Each huge pulse of agony ripped her body inside more. “This can’t be real!” she cried. She cried and shook unable to comprehend the drasticness of her situation. This couldn’t be the end of her…could it? She was going to pee in the first bush she found outside. She turned the corner at the same time the janitor had with his mop, and the end of the stick of the mop hit Dean Maxline right in the bladder. An arrow shot at a hot air balloon. That accidental poke sent a wave of fire like no other through Maxline that Hurt like hell as she was torn in two by the pressure of her bursting bladder. She tried yelling but she could not speak from her brain having fried, and like in the cartoons, BOOM! The janitor jumped back. He could not believe his eyes. All that remained of Dean Maxline was her ripped up clothes and a large yellow puddle. She was gone.
The janitor mopped up the mess.
Emily could not take much more. Hell, she could not take it anymore. Her jeans sliced into her bloated, poop-filled belly which felt like a load of fire that also wanted to shoot out of her ass. She made little farts every few minutes. The pain was constant just like the fear of humiliation. She was on the ground on her side shaking as the pain bubbled inside her. Her legs crossed tight like a twister. Butt cheeks tight, but became number and she sweat so much from the holding after so long and stress that it made her shirt and pants tighter which made this worse and more uncomfortable. “Plea…please…” she begged the universe. “NN…not like this.” She crawled on her side while she said this. Her heart raced at this impending accident.
“Emily!” Jo, one of the lucky girls, said to her. She picked Emily up off the floor and said, “Where’s Dean Maxline? We need her to make the closing announcement to the audience.”
Emily only shook. Unable to speak.
“Well if she’s not here, it falls on you. Come on!”
Emily shook her head. She was going nuts but could not speak. The pain caused her words to stop. She was going to have a graphic accident. This could not happen in front of every friend, classmate, and teacher. NO! Emily pulled and pulled but no use. Her strength all used up, and she knew she'd never make it now. She was tossed on stage barely grabbing herself. Lights shined on her, shaking uncontrollably and cried unable to believe this, or accept her faith. she was letting it out slowly in her pants without control right before the audience, frozen in fear and unable to move from the pain.
As a little fart escaped, people turned to another scream and saw Jennie roll in the garbage can on stage, flipped up and Emily’s eyes widened in terror. Jennie without control rolled and smacked into poor Emily hitting her belly. That little fart immediately erupted into a loud explosion as Emily’s watery, dark bowels graphically exploded out of her body. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she yelled in the agony of embarrassment and pain from her asshole burning. Her jeans became flooded, and her legs felt like crust as her jeans expanded off her and ripped in some spots. Her jeans went from tight blue to bloated brown layers of sewage. Her panties from a light color and clean to becoming dark and stinky and now sticky and stuck to her ass. She will have to peel it off later. Poop even shot upwards and covered Emily’s upper half as well as some of her face and hair. As she fell her bowels, so close to having been held in long enough to at least avoid this, went over the walls of the stage, the floor, and even hit some people in the front row. Namely the university president’s wife. As this happened, those two minutes of Emily unable to crawl away, covered in her own brown and black sewage-like poop was unable to comprehend. She laid on her now deflated and thin belly crying so loud and unable to stop. The most embarrassing accident a college girl could have. The remaining poop spurted in a small fountain coming out of her ass like one of those fountains in a chocolate factory (ewww). “Oh…oh my…WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!” Emily cried.
The audience booed, gasped in horror, and the choir girls left, unable to think of what to do as the stage looked like someone splattered multiple pots of bean soup and chilli everywhere. How did all of that even fit in that little twenty-something year old girl who did not deserve this.
Two days later, over the weekend, Emily laid in her bed at home crying. Her belly still in pain from the traumatic experience, but was told by a doctor she should be fine with a light diet for a couple weeks. She was in blue pajama shirt and pants, and yellow socks with unicorns on them. She brushed her short black hair out of her eyes unable to stop crying. What happened had been all over the news. In fact, Emily’s accident was so embarrassing that it not only caused her intense butterflies and chills of humiliation, she was too embarrassed to walk out in public. Her accident was so huge and humiliating the other people who had them that night were not even mentioned. She needed comfort.
Emily called her boyfriend. No one answered. She tried her friends from school. No one answered. “What the?” what was going on? Emily looked online and was shocked to see her boyfriend and friends all defriended her form social media accounts. She was even a trending hashtag called the PoopGirl. She shook, cried, unable to comprehend the abandon from them, cause of wanting to over humiliation by hanging out with her. She even got an email from her college. She had been removed from their attendance, in other words EXPELLED! That accident humiliated the school as well. And some of her bowels landed on the university's presidents wife. They made it all on her. It was Dean Maxline’s fault but she was still missing.
No boyfriend, no friends, and no school…she would have to change her name and hair color to have a new life. She put hands over her face. “Why, why, why, why WHY!” Punched her pillow, and laid in her misery.
But maybe one day, it would be better.
THE END.
Edited April 10, 2018 by Rick Dixon
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Dark Smiles
The idea of choosing a nightclub based on the appearance of its sign seemed naïve to Kevin. However, after spending half an hour searching fruitlessly for a club with a short enough line of sufficiently interesting people, it was ultimately a sign that caught Kevin’s eye. It read “Dark Smiles” and was accompanied by pictures of women smiling mischievously.
It was the only sign Kevin had seen that evening that gave anything close to a reliable indication of what the club it named was like. Some clubs had seductive names like “Paradise”, some had more modest names like “Loser’s Shack”, and some had scary names like “Minotaur’s Lair”, but neither these names nor the artwork on these clubs implied anything particular about the interior (assuming the owners had not somehow captured a live minotaur and gotten the municipal inspectors to sign off on it). The sign for Dark Smiles, on the other hand, clearly conveyed the message: “We are going to have a great time at your expense.”
It takes a very specific type of person to walk into a place like that. It’s not enough to enjoy seeing people smile. Most nightclub staff smile, either because they’re required to or because it helps them get tips. To enter a place that practically brags about preying on its customers, one would have to have such a high level of empathy that one would endure any amount of humiliation or discomfort in order to be certain that the smiles of others were genuine. And one would indeed be certain, because there would be no reason for an open predator (well, prankster anyway; the smiles weren’t quite condescending) to fake enjoyment. Kevin was not surprised by the absence of any line at the door; he doubted many people had that kind of empathy.
Kevin himself, however, was one of the (probably) few that did. It had been several years since he had had to put up with any malicious teasing by classmates, and he was in a good enough mood that he felt he could take whatever the people at Dark Smiles threw at him as long as it did something for them, so he decided to go in.
For all the chilling undertones of the sign, the door was actually quite inviting. It was closed and opaque, but it had a big, cute up arrow outline on it, inside of which the word “Enter” was printed. Kevin entered and found himself in a fairly small entrance hallway. Two open doorways in front of him led deeper into the club, but before Kevin could more than glance at them he heard a voice to his right say, “Welcome to Dark Smiles.” He turned and saw a friendly-looking man sitting behind a counter with a cash register.
The man was smiling pleasantly, not darkly like the women on the sign. He had a very easygoing appearance: casual enough not to seem intimidating, but well-groomed enough not to look like a pickpocket. Kevin took the two steps to the counter, letting the front door close behind him.
“Have you been here before?” the man asked.
“No,” Kevin answered.
“Do you know much about this place?”
“Only what I can guess based on the sign.”
“Okay. Dark Smiles is a drinking bar. Unlike some of the clubs in this area, we do not have a dance floor or a disco ball, and we play our music quietly enough to encourage conversation. Shall I continue?”
“Sure.”
“The next thing you need to know is that you might be put into situations that you find distressing. Have you ever been to a haunted house?”
“No.”
“Would it bother you to be pushed into mud or sprayed with silly string?”
“Sometimes, but not tonight. Is that the sort of thing that happens here?”
“Not those things specifically, but that’s about the level of mischief that you can expect. I won’t elaborate any further because surprise is part of the game. Do you have any physical or mental health conditions that you think we should know about?”
“Not that I can think of.”
“You should be fine then. Now, before you’re allowed to enter the main area, you have to either pay a fifty-dollar cover or change into a special outfit that we provide. You’ll notice that there are two doorways leading into the club.” Kevin looked at the doorways that he had seen when he came in. “The doorway on the left leads straight to the bar for customers who choose to pay the fifty dollars. The doorway on the right leads to changing rooms and lockers, and a hallway continues past them into the rest of the club so that you don’t have to come back through here. Would you like to see the outfit?”
“Sure.”
The man looked under the counter briefly and then pulled out a folded stack of white cloth. He proceeded to unfold it by holding an edge up with both hands and letting the rest fall. It appeared to be a one-piece garment that combined a plain white t-shirt with pants of the same material and color, although there was no waistband to indicate where the shirt ended and the pants began. After a few seconds he turned it around horizontally. On the newly-revealed side (Kevin couldn’t tell whether it was the back or the front), there appeared to be a vertical break or fold in the “shirt” portion, midway between the shoulders, starting at the neck opening and stopping near the waist. “It fastens at the back with VELCRO®,” the man explained, pulling the garment apart at the neck to demonstrate how the back detached down to the waist in a V. Kevin noticed two round holes next to the tops of the V at the neck, about the size of his thumbnail, each of which was reinforced by a metal ring. The man then re-fastened the back of the outfit, and the two holes lined up at the back of the neck. He turned the garment back around.
The man went on, “If you choose to wear this outfit then cover is free. You would be required to buy at least one drink, unless someone else offers to buy one for you, but I can assure you that our drink prices are quite reasonable. The bigger concern is that the outfit will mark you, both to staff and to other customers, as a target. So what do you think? Would you rather pay the fifty dollars, wear the outfit, or go somewhere else?”
“I’ll wear the outfit,” Kevin said. He didn’t know enough about the place to want to pay fifty dollars to get in, and he didn’t think he would be able to find another place with quite such a playful atmosphere.
“Okay. Here,” the man said, holding the outfit out to Kevin, who took it. “This one should fit you. If it doesn’t, come back and I’ll give you a different size. Before putting it on, I recommend that you remove all of your clothes, including socks, shoes, and underwear, so that they stay clean and dry no matter what happens to you in the club. Would you like a pair of flip-flops?”
“Sure.”
“Do you know your shoe size?”
“Nine.”
“Do you care what color?”
“How about purple?”
The man looked under the counter and took out a pair of purple flip-flops. “Here,” he said, handing them to Kevin. “Remember, changing rooms are through the doorway on the right. There are three of them, all on your right-hand side. Look for one with an open door; if they’re all closed, try knocking and then go in if no one answers. Lockers for your outside clothes and shoes are against the opposite wall. You can pick any locker with a key in it. The key will come out once the locker is closed, can be worn around your wrist, and has the locker number on it in case you forget it. Remember also that that hallway continues into the club, so you don’t have to come back here until you’re ready to leave. You can use your key to start a bar tab, so that you don’t have to carry cash or cards with you into the club. Do you have any questions?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Great. There’s a staff member at the other end of the hallway who can help you if you have any difficulties. Have fun!”
Kevin carried the outfit and flip-flops through the right-hand doorway and immediately found himself in a hallway with a wall of lockers on his left and three doors on his right. All three of the doors were open. Kevin went through the first door, which led to a small room with a bench. He closed and locked the door, sat on the bench, and started taking off his shoes and clothes. Following the man’s advice, he stripped completely naked, folding each article of clothing as he took it off and stacking them on the bench next to him. He then opened the back of the outfit and climbed into it. It was not excessively difficult to put on, although fastening the back again was a slight challenge. In the end, though, he was able to do it on his own, found that the outfit did indeed fit him well, and emerged from the changing room wearing his new outfit and carrying his old one. He found an empty locker, put his street clothes and shoes into it, closed the door, took the key, which was attached to a wristband, and put it around his wrist. He then followed the hallway deeper into the club.
There was indeed a staff member at the far end of the hallway: a woman with reddish brown hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a shirt with “Dark Smiles” written on it. The smile she put on when she saw Kevin was, in fact, a bit dark, unlike the smile of the man at the front. Kevin did not let his gaze linger on her, in order to make it clear that he did not have any questions. Even so, when he reached the end of the hallway, she said, quite loudly, “Welcome to Dark Smiles!”
“Thank you,” Kevin said uncertainly, looking at her. The woman winked at him, then looked away. Kevin glanced quickly around the room he had just entered. It was not crowded, but all of the twenty or so people that Kevin could see seemed to suddenly be looking at him. One woman, seated with others around a fairly long table, actually stood up. Kevin spotted the bar, which only had a couple of patrons at it, and started walking in that direction.
He had only taken a few steps when he heard a different nearby female voice say appreciatively, “Welcome indeed.” He turned and saw that the woman who had stood up from the table was now standing right next to him. “Is it your first time here?” she asked.
“Yes,” Kevin said.
“Delicious,” the woman purred, more to herself than to Kevin. “Looks like I’m in for a real treat.” Kevin started to worry that this woman might actually eat him. He felt something against the back of his neck, then heard a click from that same spot. He reached up with his hand and felt a palm-sized metallic object there. “It’s a combination lock,” the woman told him. “It prevents you from taking off your outfit until I decide to unlock it. We put one on everyone who wears the outfit. I’m glad I got to you before one of the staff members did. I’ll take the lock off at the end of the night so that you can change back into your street clothes. In the meantime, why don’t you come sit with us? I saved you a seat.”
Kevin looked at her, confused. “How did you know I was coming?”
“Okay, not you you. I saved a seat for a cute first timer. So hurry up and take it before someone else does.” She took hold of Kevin’s wrist and started pulling him back toward her table. Kevin decided not to resist. If he did get eaten, then at least he would be a source of enjoyment for an attractive woman.
The table had a transparent top and was much longer than it was wide. Up close, Kevin could see that it consisted of several smaller tables arranged edge-to-edge. There were five chairs on each of the long sides of the assembled table but no chairs at the ends. On the far side, the leftmost and rightmost pairs of chairs were each occupied by a man and a woman, while the middle chair was empty. On the near side, the leftmost two chairs were empty, while the three rightmost chairs were all occupied by women. The woman between the other two, in the fourth chair from the left, was the only person at the table wearing the club’s special white outfit. Her outfit, like Kevin’s, had a combination lock passing through the two holes at the back of the neck, preventing the outfit from being removed while the lock was in place.
The woman who had brought Kevin there pulled out the second chair from the left on the near side of the table and gestured for Kevin to sit. He did, and then the woman herself sat in the empty chair to his left. “I’m Wanda,” she said to Kevin, holding out her right hand.
“Kevin,” Kevin said, shaking it.
A waitress approached the table. “What would you like to drink?” she asked Kevin.
“Do you have pineapple juice?” Kevin asked.
“Sure thing,” the waitress answered. “I’ll be right back.” She headed back to the bar.
While she was gone, Wanda introduced Kevin to the others around the table. The woman to Kevin’s immediate right was named Crystal. The woman beyond her, in the white outfit, was named Emily. Emily was apparently another first timer, and she looked as nervous as Kevin felt. The woman to Emily’s right was named Debbie. Wanda told Kevin that Debbie was the one who had put the lock on Emily’s outfit. The names of the people across the table Kevin forgot almost as soon as they were introduced, although he did learn that each pair was a romantic couple.
The waitress came back to the table. “Here’s your pineapple juice,” she said in a musical voice, putting the glass in front of Kevin. She had an amused smile on her face. Kevin wasn’t sure what could be so funny about a glass of pineapple juice, but he decided not to think about it too hard. “It’s two dollars,” the waitress said.
Kevin realized that he had left his wallet in his locker. Then he remembered that he was supposed to use his key to start a tab. Before he could remove it from his wrist, though, Wanda said to the waitress, “Put it on my tab.”
“You got it,” the waitress said. “Wanda, right?”
“That’s right,” Wanda said.
“Enjoy your drink,” the waitress said to Kevin, smiling even more widely, before heading off again. Kevin was becoming increasingly curious about what all these people were smiling about, but at the same time he thought that maybe he was better off not knowing. He started to drink his juice.
“I notice that Emily’s the only other person at this table wearing this outfit,” Kevin said between sips. “Does that mean that the rest of you all paid the fifty dollars to get in?”
“Yes,” Wanda said. “After the first visit, the free option just doesn’t cut it anymore.”
“But it’s so much money! What do you get for it?”
“We get left alone. And if we’re lucky —” she started caressing Kevin’s shoulder with her fingers — “we get toys of our own.”
As Kevin finished his juice, Emily inhaled sharply, then, speaking quickly, asked, “Does anyone know where the bathroom is?” While she had never truly been at ease, Kevin was surprised by how suddenly her anxiety level seemed to have skyrocketed. Equally surprising was how quickly and excitedly everyone else around the table smiled in response to Emily’s question. Their smiles made Kevin even more uneasy than he had been, but they did not appear to be literally cannibalistic; whatever horrors might happen to Kevin or Emily while they were there, Kevin felt reassured that the two of them would be able to leave at the end of the night without any permanent wounds. Emily seemed to feel similarly; she sounded scared but not adrenaline-scared as she asked, “Why are you all smiling?”
Debbie, the woman on Emily’s right, said, “You won’t be able to use the toilet until I unlock your outfit.”
“Right, of course,” said Emily, in a tone that suggested she had forgotten about the lock. “I’ll need you to take the lock off. But it would also be helpful to know where the bathroom actually is.”
In an amused tone, Debbie said to the people across the table, “She wants to know where the bathroom is.” She turned to Emily and said, “The bathroom’s next to the hallway where you came in. But I don’t feel like taking the lock off yet.”
Emily put a hand between her legs to squeeze her crotch, then crossed her legs tightly over the hand and bent forward. She used her other hand to try to pull the neck of her outfit over her shoulders, but with the lock in place the neck wouldn’t stretch far enough. She also fumbled at the lock to confirm that it couldn’t be removed without dialing the combination, which Emily couldn’t have done even if she knew the combination because she couldn’t see the numbers on the lock. Wanda moved her hand from Kevin’s shoulder to his chest, continuing to massage him gently.
“Come on,” Emily said to Debbie, “I really have to pee. Could you please take the lock off? You can put it back on when I get back.”
“Oh, you have to pee, do you?” Debbie teased, still smiling widely.
“Yes,” Emily said anxiously, “I really, really have to pee. Please take the lock off so I can go to the bathroom.”
“Well, I could take the lock off, but I think it would be more fun to tickle you,” Debbie said, then unfastened some of the VELCRO® holding Emily’s outfit together at the back, slid her hand in, and started tickling Emily’s side under the outfit. Crystal, the woman on Emily’s left (next to Kevin), also slid her hand in to join in on the tickling.
The four people across the table, who were also still smiling, each slid a hand down the adjacent person’s pants and started rubbing. They did it in pairs; no one reached across the empty chair. Kevin remembered that each pair was a romantic couple, so it wasn’t as though they were touching someone that they had just met, unlike Wanda, whose hand had drifted down to Kevin’s stomach.
“What, you think this is cute?” Emily asked, still squeezing herself with her hand between her tightly crossed legs while trying to dodge the tickling fingers of the women on either side of her. “I’m serious, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”
“Aww,” Crystal teased, “are you going to wet yourself? Are you going to start peeing helplessly into your thin white cotton outfit?”
Emily did not respond. Wanda slid her hand farther down Kevin’s front until she reached his penis, which had already started to harden from Emily’s movements and pleas and the teasing of the women next to her. As Wanda rubbed Kevin’s penis through his outfit, she said softly into his ear, “It is pretty cute, isn’t it? Look how tightly Emily’s squeezing her pussy with her hand and thighs. Look at the way she’s wriggling and squirming. Look at her face; she’s starting to panic. She really does have to pee extremely badly. But Debbie’s enjoying the show too much to want to take the lock off. Isn’t it delicious?”
Kevin thought about speaking up for Emily. Remembering what the man at the front had said about silly string and mud, however, Kevin figured that refusing to unlock someone’s outfit when she needed to pee was fair game, so he decided to keep quiet. Remembering the lock on his own outfit, Kevin made a mental note to avoid drinking too much so that the same thing didn’t happen to him. Of course, they would probably still find some way to trick him. Or perhaps they had already decided to be nice to him that evening. He turned his attention back to Emily.
Emily uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way, with her hand still between them, while the women on either side of her continued to smile and tickle her. “Try not to think about waterfalls,” Crystal teased in a singsong voice.
“Are you trying to make me wet myself?” Emily demanded.
“Maybe I’ll take the lock off before you lose control, or maybe I won’t,” Debbie answered. “At the moment, though, I’m really enjoying watching you frantically try to stay dry.”
“You have to pee so-o-o bad right now, don’t you?” Crystal asked Emily rhetorically. “You really need Debbie to take that lock off soon so that you can have a clean, relieving pee in the toilet instead of an embarrassing, wet accident in your clothes, don’t you? Do you feel like you’re about to completely soak yourself? Do you feel like, no matter how tightly you squeeze your crotch, your pee is about to start flowing uncontrollably and unstoppably out through your pussy and saturate the entire lower half of your outfit?”
Emily started to rhythmically tense and release her crossed thighs and the hand in her crotch. She seemed to be rocking back and forth, but she was already moving around so much from Debbie and Crystal’s tickling that it was hard to tell. Kevin felt his penis harden further from Wanda’s hand and the scene in front of him.
Debbie started hissing at Emily, and Crystal quickly joined in. Emily started continuously uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, bending forward each time they were crossed, her hand still frantically squeezing and releasing her vulva as she tried as hard as she could to keep from peeing where she sat. She was quiet for a time, but then suddenly her panic seemed to peak, and, speaking very quickly, she begged Debbie, “Come on, you need to take the lock off now, I’m about to start peeing, come on, come on, hurry up, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m about to — oh no, I’m starting to pee, come on, hurry up and get the lock off!” Debbie and Crystal stopped hissing and took their hands out from inside Emily’s outfit. Debbie re-fastened the VELCRO®.
“You’re peeing?” Debbie asked playfully, still smiling.
Still panicking, and still speaking very quickly, Emily answered, “Yes, I’m peeing in my pants, I can’t stop it, please, please, please take the lock off, come on, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!”
Debbie just sat there smiling at Emily. Through the transparent tabletop, Kevin saw a wet patch on Emily’s outfit start to spread past the hand she still had in her crotch. Her crossed thighs were still rapidly tensing and releasing, but it didn’t stop the wet patch from spreading further. She took her hand out of her crotch, wiped it on the dry outside of one of her thighs, and then buried her face in both hands while she continued to helplessly pee down the legs of her white cotton outfit.
No one said anything as the legs of Emily’s outfit got wetter and wetter, or as the pee dripped from her ankle cuffs and the edges of her chair. Eventually Emily relaxed and uncrossed her thighs, presumably since they no longer seemed to be helping, though she kept her face in her hands. When the pee finally stopped flowing, Wanda gave Kevin’s very hard penis a playful squeeze through his outfit and then removed her hand. The two couples across the table removed their own hands from their partners’ pants. Then everyone at the table except Kevin and Emily applauded. Emily cautiously peeked up over her hands.
When she was done clapping, Debbie, sounding impressed, said to Emily, “Wow, that was beautiful.” Debbie kissed Emily on a part of her cheek that wasn’t covered by her hands, then continued gently, “Don’t be sad. You were perfect. The bathroom next to the hallway where you came in has showers and fresh towels so you can get cleaned up. Hold still.” Debbie dialed the combination on Emily’s lock, then took the lock off and put it in her purse. “You can change back into your street clothes now that you’ve given your show. A staff member will clean the floor and replace your chair while you’re gone. But hurry back. There’s another show starting soon, and I think you’ll enjoy that one.”
Emily slowly lifted her face out of her hands. She appeared nervous, but not upset. She looked at Debbie, whose smile had turned sympathetic. After a few moments, Emily asked Debbie faintly, “Could you walk me to the bathroom?”
“Sure,” Debbie said. The two of them stood up, and for the first time Kevin saw how sheer the wet parts of Emily’s outfit were. It seemed that she had also followed the advice of the man at the front not to wear anything under the outfit. Kevin had a brief but clear glimpse of Emily’s labia through the wet, clingy, translucent material at the front, and as she and Debbie started walking away toward the bathroom, Kevin could that the back of the outfit was completely soaked, see-through, and plastered to Emily from the waist down, making her entire bum (as well as the backs of her legs) completely visible to anyone on that side of her, including Kevin.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wanda murmured into Kevin’s ear. Kevin continued to stare at Emily as she and Debbie exchanged a few inaudible words with the female staff member at the near end of the locker/changing-room hallway before Emily went into the bathroom and the door closed behind her. Wanda was right; it was one of the most amazing things Kevin had ever seen.
Debbie came back to the table, and a few moments later a staff member arrived with a mop, bucket, and rag. The staff member wiped the top of Emily’s chair with the rag, then moved the chair out of the way and mopped up the puddle of Emily’s pee from the floor. The staff member then took the chair away.
“Wow, that was so much fun!” Debbie said excitedly. “The panic on her face as she started to pee helplessly while frantically begging me to take the lock off was absolutely delicious!”
“Yes, I loved it!” Crystal agreed. “But remember, I get to use my lock next time.”
“Yes, of course,” Debbie said.
“I hope Emily’s okay,” one of the women across the table said.
“So do I,” said Debbie. “I’ll check in with her when she gets back. If she comes back.”
A staff member came to the table to bring a clean chair to Emily’s place. Kevin couldn’t tell whether or not it was the same staff member, nor could he tell whether or not it was the same chair. As he watched the staff member leave, Kevin saw the bathroom door open and Emily emerge wearing a white towel. She looked at the table briefly, smiled weakly at Kevin, and then disappeared into the hallway with the lockers.
“I’d say that was well worth the fifty-dollar cover, wouldn’t you?” Wanda asked Kevin.
“Absolutely,” Kevin answered.
“We don’t get targets every week,” Wanda explained, “and when we do there’s often stiff competition for them. But when we are able to catch one it makes up for all the other times. The seven of us have banded together to increase our chances of getting victims to share, but I think this is the first time we’ve managed to get two in one night.”
“Two?” Kevin asked. “So I am, in fact, a victim?” It had been his assumption coming in, but having seen Emily freak out while he, Kevin, had been able to calmly enjoy the show, he had started to think that perhaps he had somehow escaped disaster. Wanda’s count, however, suggested otherwise.
“Yes,” Wanda answered, confirming Kevin’s fears. “I’ll explain why when Emily finishes changing.”
Soon Kevin saw Emily return to the table wearing a long black dress that was thin enough to show the general shape of her body but opaque enough to conceal the color of the skin under it. She was smiling uncertainly.
“They cleaned the floor and brought a new chair,” Debbie said, rubbing her hand on the seat of the chair and then holding the hand up for Emily to see how clean it was. “You can sit here again.” Emily cautiously pulled out the chair, sat down, and scooted back in. “Are you okay?” Debbie asked gently.
“I’m okay,” Emily said calmly. “But don’t make me pee in my dress. I have to wear it home.”
“We won’t,” Debbie said.
“So, Kevin,” Wanda said, loudly enough for the whole table to hear, “are you ready to give us a performance like the one we just saw?”
Kevin chuckled. “I doubt I’ll be in that situation anytime soon,” he said. “I used the bathroom before leaving the house, and I’ve only had that one glass of pineapple juice since then.”
“Ah,” Wanda said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled playfully, “but, you see, that one glass of pineapple juice had a very special ingredient that will make the whole thing hit you really hard in about —” she looked at her watch — “three seconds.”
“Oh, is that why I had to pee so bad out of nowhere!” Emily said in sudden realization as Kevin stared, stunned, at Wanda’s triumphant face. Sure enough, as soon as Emily finished expressing her understanding, Kevin felt a sudden, powerful need to pee. He tried to look casual as he felt at the back of his neck to see if he could get the lock off on his own, or open the outfit with the lock in place, or squeeze his shoulders through the neck hole. None of these endeavors, with the possible exception of looking casual, were any more successful than they had been for Emily. Kevin brought his hands back in front of him.
Now that Kevin knew what they were after, he decided it would be best to try to hide his need. It wasn’t that he was reluctant to be their toy, but he felt an instinctive desire to avoid embarrassment, and he also didn’t want to seem like he was following a script. So, as calmly as he could, he said to Wanda, “Well, this has been fun. But it’s getting late. Why don’t you take the lock off so I can go home?”
Wanda smirked. “Yeah, nice try,” she said. “You’re mine for the next fifteen minutes, and if you have a problem with that, you’re welcome to wear the outfit home.” That would be silly, of course; it would mean wetting himself in front of the whole neighborhood, instead of merely the patrons of Dark Smiles, since there was no possible way he would make it home dry.
Misdirection clearly wasn’t going to work, and Kevin wasn’t really able to keep pretending that he felt perfectly fine. Feeling that he would wet himself otherwise, Kevin crossed his legs tightly and used a hand to squeeze his penis, which had softened considerably since Emily’s wetting. Even knowing that he would probably end up peeing in the outfit anyway, he had to at least try to hold it until he could get Wanda to take the lock off. There was still a chance that he would be luckier than Emily.
“Looks like someone needs to pee,” Wanda teased. “Amazing how hard that one glass of juice can hit you, isn’t it? I bet you really want me to take the lock off now, don’t you?”
“Yes, could you? Please?” Kevin asked, feeling his need to pee intensify as he continued to squeeze his penis tightly through the cotton material covering it.
Looking past Kevin, Wanda said, “What do you think, Crystal, should I take the lock off?”
“No, let’s play with him a bit first,” Crystal said.
“Yes,” Wanda agreed, “that would be more fun, wouldn’t it?”
The two couples across the table put their hands down each other’s pants again as Wanda and Crystal unfastened enough of Kevin’s outfit to slide their hands in at the back of the waist and start tickling his bare skin. Kevin squirmed around to try to get away from their fingers while continuing to struggle against his desperate need to pee. He looked at Emily; she seemed to have almost fully recovered from her anxiety and had her mouth open in excitement as she stared at Kevin. Beyond her, Debbie had a more confident, almost dominating smile, and she winked at Kevin when she saw him looking at her.
Kevin felt Crystal kiss his cheek, and he turned slightly to look at her. Smiling, she said, “You look so cute wiggling around and squeezing your dick trying so hard to keep from pissing yourself while we tickle you. You really do have to go badly, don’t you?” Kevin felt embarrassed to have been seen doing these things, but he hadn’t really had a choice; it was the only way to stay dry.
Turning back to Wanda, Kevin said breathlessly, “Wanda, it’s getting worse. Could you please take the lock off before I wet myself? I’ll be your best friend forever.”
“It’s getting worse?” Wanda teased. “Is your bladder filling a bit faster than you would like? Is the pressure at the base your dick becoming harder to resist? Is the pee about to force itself through the length of that dick and into your clothes?”
Uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way, Kevin begged, “Wanda, come on, mix things up a bit, don’t make me wet myself like Emily did.”
“That would be so embarrassing, wouldn’t it?” Crystal asked as Kevin turned to look at her. Still smiling, she continued, “Grownups aren’t supposed to pee in their clothes. And you’ve seen how see-through that outfit gets when it’s wet.” Over her shoulder, Kevin saw Emily blush and look away briefly, although she quickly returned her gaze to Kevin. Crystal added, “I wonder what your penis looks like.”
Even though he wouldn’t be the first, it would indeed be quite embarrassing to wet himself in front of them. But he couldn’t think of anything further to say to convince Wanda to take the lock off. Feeling his need intensify further still, Kevin started to rapidly, repeatedly clench and relax the hand holding his penis as Wanda and Crystal continued to tickle his waist under the outfit. Kevin really felt like he was going to start peeing soon no matter what he did, but he kept quiet for the time being, hoping that Wanda would lose interest and take the lock off before Kevin soaked himself uncontrollably.
“Pssss…” Wanda and Crystal started hissing at Kevin, making it even more difficult for him to concentrate on not peeing. He used a second hand to help him squeeze his frantic penis in pulses. Just as Emily had done, Kevin started frequently uncrossing and re-crossing his legs, tensing his thighs each time they were crossed, and bending forward as well as he could while squirming from Wanda’s and Crystal’s tickling fingers. He could not believe how badly he needed to pee. His dread was reaching new heights. All the other people around the table, however, including Emily, were clearly having the time of their lives.
It wasn’t much longer before Kevin felt his hold weakening. He looked at Wanda, hoping to see her hand moving toward the lock, but she still appeared to be devoting her energy to tickling, hissing, and enjoying Kevin’s struggle. Kevin was out of time; he had to say something. “Wanda,” he started, unable to keep the panic out of his voice, “I really can’t hold it anymore, could you please take the lock off now?”
Wanda nodded at Crystal, and the two of them stopped tickling Kevin and removed their hands from his outfit. They also stopped hissing. Wanda moved her hands to the lock and started manipulating it. Kevin did his best to at least keep his neck still so that Wanda could dial the combination more easily. He was still rapidly crossing and uncrossing his legs and rhythmically squeezing his penis with both hands, desperately trying to hold on until Wanda could get the lock off. But Wanda seemed to be turning the dial very, very slowly, and Kevin was already at his limit. He felt a spurt of pee shoot out of his penis and saw a small wet spot appear at the crotch of his outfit.
“Hurry up!” Kevin begged Wanda urgently, “I’m starting to pee!” He felt another spurt and saw the spot get larger. He could feel that he only had a few more seconds before he lost all control.
Wanda removed her hands from the back of Kevin’s neck, but Kevin could see that she was not holding the lock. “I dialed the first two numbers,” Wanda said. “All you have to do now is turn the dial clockwise until you hear a clunk, and then you’ll be able to open it.”
Was she seriously playing more games? Kevin’s muscles gave out; he started to pee continuously into his outfit, and no amount of clenching (be it with his hands, thighs, or internal muscles) could stop the flow. Once he realized that there was no longer any point trying to fight his body, he let go of his penis and shifted his focus to processing what Wanda had just said. Clockwise, eh? He held a hand in front of him as though gripping a dial, figured out which direction clockwise would be, then put the hand on the lock dial behind his neck and started slowly turning it clockwise as he continued to wet himself.
As soon as Kevin heard the clunk, he immediately pushed his chair back and stood up. The others around the table cheered as he did this, but he didn’t take any time to listen to them, or to see if Emily had joined in; he turned and ran to the bathroom Emily had used to clean up. He heard the female staff member next to the hallway laughing at him, but it barely registered as he checked the bathroom door quickly to make sure it was unisex, went in, ran up to the toilet, lifted the seat, removed the lock from his neck, unfastened the back of the outfit, and pulled it down to his waist. Below his waist, the wet material clung to his skin, making it difficult to pull down farther, but he was eventually able to get it past his still-peeing penis and finish his pee in the toilet.
When he had finished peeing, Kevin found the toilet paper, tore off a square, used it to wipe the tip of his penis, and flushed it down the toilet. He then kicked off his purple flip-flops and peeled his outfit the rest of the way down his legs. He could feel how wet it was, particularly in the back; he doubted he had left the table much drier than Emily had; the portion of Kevin’s pee that had made it into the toilet would probably have ended up on the floor, rather than in his outfit, if Wanda hadn’t helped him take the lock off when she did.
Once Kevin finished pulling his outfit off over his feet, he turned his head to look around the bathroom. He saw the shower and shelves of neatly-folded white towels that Debbie had mentioned, as well as a sink. He also saw a small door in the wall with the words “Laundry Chute” written above it. Figuring that Wanda would probably want her lock back, he removed the lock from the outfit hole in which it was still hooked before putting the outfit itself into the laundry chute. He then washed his hands and the lock in the sink, put the lock down at the edge of the sink, locked the bathroom door (which he hadn’t had time to do on his way in), picked up his flip-flops, and got into the shower. He turned the water on and rinsed the flip-flops under it before washing his body as quickly as he could, using a bottle of soap he found in the shower that he assumed was provided the club. He then put the flip-flops back on, dried himself with one of the towels on the shelves, wrapped the towel around himself, picked Wanda’s lock back up, and left the bathroom.
As he came out in his towel, Kevin saw Wanda chatting with the nearby female staff member with the reddish-brown ponytail. Kevin walked up to them and handed the combination lock to Wanda, saying, “Here,” as the women both turned to look at Kevin.
“Thanks,” Wanda said, taking the lock. “Did you put your outfit in the laundry chute?”
“Yes,” Kevin said.
“Great,” Wanda said. “You can change back into your outside clothes now.” Turning to the staff member, she confirmed, “That’s okay, right?”
“Yes, absolutely,” the staff member said. “Good job to both of you.” She looked at Kevin to include him in the compliment, then added, “The nearest changing room has another laundry chute for your towel and flip-flops.”
“You can come sit with us again when you’re done,” Wanda told Kevin. “Your place has already been cleaned. Of course, if you’d rather go home, that’s fine too.”
“Thanks,” Kevin said. He went to the lockers, removed his key from his wrist, unlocked his own locker, took his clothes and shoes out, and went into the changing room closest to the bar to put them on. He found the laundry chute and put his towel and flip-flops into it before returning, dressed, to Wanda’s table.
As Kevin sat back down, Wanda said excitedly, “You’re back!” and hugged him as well as she could, given that they were both sitting down. “That was amazing!” Wanda went on, releasing Kevin from the hug. “I really loved messing with you as you desperately tried not to wet yourself. But my favorite part was seeing you stand up after starting to pee helplessly into that white cotton outfit. It went just as see-through as Emily’s, and it was really magical to see the pee continue to flow, both while you were standing there and as you turned and ran to the bathroom. You really couldn’t stop it, could you?”
“I really couldn’t,” Kevin admitted. “I’m lucky I got any in the toilet at all.”
“Well, thanks for the show,” Wanda said. “I hope you’re not traumatized. They screen people coming in as well as they can without ruining the game.”
“I’m fine,” Kevin reassured Wanda. “I’m glad you had fun.”
“That’s good to hear,” Wanda said. “We’ll probably hang out here for another half an hour to see if we can snag a third target, and then we’re planning to go to an afterparty. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.” She looked at Emily and said, “You, too.”
“Sure, I’d totally be up for that,” Kevin said.
“Yeah, that sounds fun,” Emily agreed.
Overall, Kevin had found Dark Smiles to be the most exciting place he had ever visited.
The End |
Author’s Note: tl;dr Ya can’t get rid of me that easily.
Once upon a time, I was an aspiring author on this site. I started many a project only to have it die through no fault of its own, entirely my own.
All of my projects have fallen prey to an unsteady work schedule, distractions, and personal feelings of inadequacy and dissatisfaction.
Now however, my work schedule has settled, the time consuming process of creating the scripts for High Tide is over, and reviving my fiction on Royal Road is basically done.
I have decided to once again take up the sword.
… I mean the pen.
… or is it cursor?
Regardless, from the not so brilliant mind that brought you nothing worth mentioning whatsoever, I present to you yet another forgettable work.
Comments/complaints/suggestion are welcome and as always:
Enjoy.
Games Within Games
Chapter I: On The Way Home
Sonata grinned happily as she held onto her package. The cardboard box was clearly too large for the newly turned thirteen year old to hold properly, but she wouldn’t give it to anyone else. She would have skipped if not for the fact it would upset her precarious grasp on the box. As it were, her long caramel colored hair danced with the slight bounce in her step.
“Curb,” warned her twin sister Moxie as they exited the mall and stepped into the parking lot. Although the two girls were practically identical in height and build, that was were the similarities ended. Sonata had green eyes while Moxie’s were hazel. Sonata liked to wear her long caramel hair loose and Moxie always tied her honey colored hair in a ponytail. Sonata preferred wearing cheap designer knock-offs whereas Moxie couldn’t be bothered to care and just bought things similar to what Sonata chose. Today Sonata was wearing a t-shirt and jeans while Moxie wore a sport jacket and mini skirt.
Moxie was acting as Sonata’s eyes since she couldn’t see below the box. Their father, Ted followed behind them carrying Moxie’s box. A fairly handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, Ted often joked that he clearly couldn’t possibly be their father since neither of his daughters had inherited his hair or eye color.
“Thanks Sis.” Sonata carefully stepped down the curb and hurried to the family’s sedan. After depositing the purchases in the trunk. Everyone piled into the car and they left.
“I can’t wait!” Sonata threw her hands in the air, accidentally hitting the roof of the car. She glanced towards her sister who was watching her antics in quiet amusement. “Come on, I know you’re excited too.”
“Of course I am.” Moxie grinned. The grin faded from her face as the car pulled to a halt. “Oh dear.”
“That’s a lot of traffic.” Sonata’s enthusiasm faded bit as her hands fell. “Rats. I wanted to make my character today too.”
“You have to wait for tomorrow. Mom and I have guidelines to set for you two first.”
“Oh yeah, you told us that earlier didn’t you?” Sonata giggled. “My bad, I forgot.”
Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Traffic was making progress, just not very much. At all.
“Squirrel.”
“Locust.”
“Tarantula.”
“...Aardvark’s already been said, right?”
“Yup.
“What about Anteater?”
“That too.”
“Ant?”
“Yup.”
“Uh… alright fine, you got me.” Moxie bowed out of the game. The rules for the game were simple. Each player had to think of an animal that started with same letter as the last letter of the previous and no animal could be repeated.
“Arowana.”
“Archerfish.”
“Horsefly.” Sonata and Ted continued back and forth for another several minutes before Ted gave up trying to think up an animal that started with ‘x’.
“You’re too good,” sighed Moxie.
Sonata just nodded smugly. But as the glow of her victory faded, she realized something. Back when they were still at the mall she first noticed the slight urges to use the restroom. With the mall being a mere forty-five minute drive away she’d opted to wait until they got home rather than deal with the unpleasantness of the one at the mall.
But here they were half an hour later still only a couple car lengths past the freeway entry ramp stuck in a sea of cars. She shifted uncomfortably and looked at the cars in front hoping for some hint of the gridlock breaking.
“How long do you think it will be until we get home?” The asker was not Sonata but Moxie from her position leaning against the door, resting her head against the cool glass of the window.
“Dunno,” replied Ted. “I’ve never seen such bad traffic. Must be an accident or something.”
“Oh.”
“Why? Something the matter?”
“No...not really.”
Time and the car crept along in equal measure as if moving through molasses. As the pressure behind the waistband of Sonata’s jeans steadily increased, she found herself asking the question of whether she really could wait until they got home or not. Better to be safe than sorry.
“Do you think we can stop somewhere? I kinda have to use the restroom.”
“I was thinking trying surface streets anyways,” confessed Ted. “Might be faster. I’ll find some place after we get off the freeway.”
“Thanks.”
Getting off the freeway turned out to be more of a project than any of them were expecting. Sonata’s clenched fist drummed against the window frame as she pressed her thighs together. Where was the darn exit already?!
“Dad, please hurry.” Moxie crossed her legs pressing back into the seat.
“You know I can’t honey, what’s wrong?”
“I really need to use the restroom.” Moxie took deep breaths as she bounced her knees up and down.
“Why didn’t you go at the mall?”
“I didn’t need to go then.”
All this talk of the restroom wasn’t helping Sonata at all. Her need seemed to spike in intensity and she clenched her muscles until it subsided somewhat. She rubbed her thighs together. Hopefully they would find something soon.
But soon wouldn’t come soon enough. Moxie gasped and pressed a hand between her legs. The exit was in sight. They’d only have to last until they got off the freeway and found some place to stop. After a couple seconds Moxie removed her hand. Sonata shot her a sympathetic glance.
A short while later the hand was back again, Moxie squirming in the seat panting. “I c-I can’t hold it!” she squeaked out. “Please, just pull over!”
“Here?”
“Anywhere!”
“There’s not enough room on the shoulder.”
Moxie choked back a sob. She needed to keep waiting even though she couldn’t. Her entire body shook with exertion. Her skirt was hiked up exposing her white underwear as she used both hands to fight back against the impending flood.
“You can do it, sis.” Sonata kicked off a shoe and hoisted her foot onto the seat so that she could sit on her heel. She leaned over and rubbed her sister’s back pretending not to notice the tears gathering in Moxie’s eyes.
“I can’t!” Moxie hissed back quietly. “Sonata, even if we find somewhere I don’t think I can stand up.”
“Well just… try your best, I guess.”
Sonata pressed against her heel hard as her need spiked again. With shaking fingers she undid her jeans and that seemed to take the edge off the intensity, at least a tiny bit.
By some miracle they managed to make it onto the exit ramp. The sharp sound of liquid hitting leather filled the car as despite Moxie’s best efforts she lost a spurt. She clenched everything she possibly could, eyes squeezed shut. With monumental willpower she managed to clamp down on the sudden outflow and regain some semblance of control.
The cost was more than Moxie realized. More than her now wet underwear, skirt, bottom, and hands. Across the row Sonata’s need reached a new peak as she was forced to listen. Her body reacted sympathetically, intent on ridding itself of its own liquids. Sonata bit down on her lip as she finally joined Moxie in bracing her tired muscles using her hand.
The car pulled into a gas station, and both girls immediately piled out. Moxie lost control again as she stepped onto the pavement. She bobbed and danced rivulets of urine trailing down her legs as she grimly held the leaking to a slow steady stream for a few more seconds before being overpowered. She covered her face in shame as urine flowed freely soaking her socks, shoes, and creating a huge puddle. The only bright side was that she had spared the car seat… mostly.
Sonata didn’t pay any mind to Moxie focused instead on getting herself to a restroom before she too suffered a most embarrassing fate. She barged into the gas station’s convenience store holding her herself. Blushing furiously she asked the attendant between curtsies where the restroom was and promised to buy something. The attendant pointed off in a direction and Sonata ran like mad.
A few minutes later a very much relieved but still very embarrassed Sonata emerged and purchased a small snack before returning to the car. Moxie mopped up everything as best she could with a freshly purchased package of napkins and they set off again. Sonata offered Moxie a gummy bear and she accepted gratefully. |
Author’s Note:
I can't seem to figure out how to prevent the text from being auto formatted when pasting from my word document. It's annoying as heck.
Chapter II: Laying Down the Rules
The traffic did turn out to be the result of an accident. Driving home took another thirty minutes longer than usual as they avoided the worst of the congestion. Sonata spent the entire trip trying to console Moxie with only marginal success. After dinner the family remained at the dining table for the all important talk.
“Remember, you still have to take care of your responsibilities. If you’re not taking care of your homework and chores, we’ll take away your helmets and ground you. You still have to go to bed by midnight on school days.”
“Of course, Dad. We know.” Sonata was bored with the whole responsible parent speech. Moxie nodded her head vigorously in agreement.
“Just want to make sure I’m clear,” Ted turned to their mother Kathy, an average lady with dark brown hair and green eyes. Both girls had inherited Kathy’s rather modest figure. “Did I miss anything dear?”
“No, I think that was it.” Kathy tapped her watch. “Don’t forget about your meeting at eight.”
“I’m so glad I don’t have to the office for this one.” Instead he would be attending a virtual meeting using a helmet of his own. “I’ll be down later.”
“Good luck dear.” Kathy pecked Ted on the cheek as he stood up and headed up to his office. She then turned to Sonata and Moxie. “So what will you girls be doing now that you’re old enough to access the Virtual World?”
“Well there’s this great game coming out soon!” Sonata leaned forwards excitedly. “What was it called again?”
“Realms Uncharted,” stated Moxie. “You can use magic in it.”
“Aren’t there other games where you can use magic?”
“Those are so clunky or look terrible. Realms uncharted looks so beautiful. You can make characters already!” Sonata raved.
“But they game won’t open until next weekend.” Moxie sighed.
“Your father and I were thinking about trying it actually,” said Kathy.
“What?!” Sonata and Moxie chorused in unison staring their mother in disbelief.
“I never told you how your father and I met, have I? We both went to the same college and used to play a lot of video games back before the Virtual World was created. On weekends the two of us would party up with a bunch of our friends and raid.” She smiled happily in reminiscence. “Then one day in our senior year, your father finally asked me out on a date and we’ve been together ever since.”
“It’ll be fun, a whole family activity.” Ted arrived in the kitchen and pulled a bottle of beer from the fridge.
“Your meeting’s over already?”
“Nope, but they gave us a short break.”
“Should you really be drinking then?”
“It’s not drinking, it’s a drink.” Ted frowned in mock indignation before heading back up causing the girls to erupt into giggles and their mother to sigh with resignation.
“Some things never change.”
<=>
The board room of KEG, the Kolifer Entertainment Group, was especially busy in recent days. Realms Uncharted, their biggest, most expensive project would release in just under a week’s time but it wouldn’t work without the new universal upgrade patch from the government’s Virtual World division.
“The patch is ready to be released?” KEG CEO Norman Gray asked the government’s oversight official. An overweight, balding man with a fantastic handle bar mustache, Norman Gray was one of the hottest topics in the business world, an old timer finally getting his big breakthrough. At least, that was how the media portrayed him.
“It just passed safety inspection. We’re already rolling it out.”
“Perfect.” Norman gave the official a thumbs up. Neither of them knew about the effects not caught by the safety inspection.
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Bed covers rustled as Sonata twisted and turned in her sleep. She lay on her side, body half curled in the fetal position. Her forehead furrowed as she pressed her legs together. The soft fabric of her green night shorts bunching up around her hips.
A hand found its way between her legs. The harsh expression on Sonata’s face eased for a few moments before returning as she erupted in another furious storm of squirming.
“Sonata. Sonata! Wake up!”
Sonata’s eyes popped open and she curled up harder, grimacing. Moxie stood next to her bed wearing her usual tank top and panties as she gently shook her sister awake.
“Ng!” Sonata grunted, fighting back against a wave of desperation. She needed to get out of bed to get the restroom before her bed turned into soggy mess. The problem was that she couldn’t seem to loosen even a tiny bit or she might just lose it then and there.
She felt her underwear start to dampen. A tiny wet spot appeared on her shorts. Not that Sonata could see it but she most definitely could feel it. Time was going to run out no matter what she did.
So she had no choice but to try to rush to the restroom and pray. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up almost collapsing as her legs shook violently. The crotch of her shorts grew wetter and it was all she could do to keep from losing it right then and there. The stray drops trailing uncomfortably down her legs were only making it worse.
One shaky step, then another, and then Sonata was dashing madly for the toilet trying to ignore the pee spurting past her fingers and leaving a trail down the carpeted floor. Arriving at the toilet she didn’t even try to pull down her clothing and just sat down on the seat panting with exertion, the bathroom door still hanging ajar.
Thankfully the bed was spared. After doing her best to clean up the mess and changing into a clean pair of pajamas, Sonata went back to sleep trying to put the whole ordeal behind her and looking forward to a long hot shower in the morning. |
Author's Notes:
Thank you all for the kind words of support.
Word of warning: The game does not start until chapter 6. There are two more chapters of real life that I want to do for the (in-story) week leading up to it.
Chapter III: Building Characters
Sonata woke up first and was still in the shower when someone knocked rapidly on the bathroom door.
“How long are you going to be?”
“I still need to shampoo my hair.”
“I need to pee!”
Sonata stepped out of the shower, unlocked the door and stepped back into the shower.
“It’s unlocked.”
The door burst open and Moxie danced through still in her pajamas. She slammed the door shut and then thrust her panties to the floor already pissing as she plopped down onto the seat. Her sigh of relief was loud enough to be heard over the running water of the shower.
“Pass me a new bar of soap?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, here.” Moxie finished up and opened a new bar of soap from the cabinet before passing it to Sonata.
“Are you okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, after what happened yesterday.”
Moxie blushed and sat down using the toilet as a seat. “It was just bad luck. I’ll get over it. What about you?”
“Me?”
“This morning.”
Sonata paled as she remembered back to what happened and imagined how much worse it could have been. “I owe you big time. I would have wet the bed if you didn’t wake me up.”
“And Pop might’ve forced you to wear diapers again.”
“You don’t seriously think he’d do that do you?”
“Who knows? Either of them might if they go full parent mode. I’m counting myself lucky they haven’t given me a talking to.”
Sonata shuddered. She couldn’t let that happen. This last day was just a one time occurrence… right? Surely it must be.
Breakfast helped to expel the doubt from the girls’ minds as they dug into their fruit and scrambled eggs. “What game did you and mom used to play?” Sonata asked curiously as she spooned some cantaloupe.
“The last one was Glory, wasn’t it?” Ted said thoughtfully. “Back when the pro league was the most watched sporting event.”
“I think so,” replied Kathy.
“We used to be pretty good too.”
“Let me guess, you played mechanic,” Moxie jabbed her fork towards her mom, “and you played priest?”
“Almost,” Ted grinned. “Your mom played paladin. I did play as a mechanic.”
“So what classes will you be playing this time?”
“No idea, Kathy?”
“Probably some sort of mage.” She shot him a sly look. “You’re front lining this time.”
“Awwww… okay.” Ted’s exaggerated disappointment drew laughter from the rest of the family.
After breakfast Sonata and Moxie went upstairs. Their helmets were already unpacked plugged in left to charge and update overnight. Each one laid down on her bed and put on their helmet.
“Hey Moxie?”
“Yes?”
“Do you know what you want to play as?”
“Rogue. You?”
“I was thinking of using the custom build thing.”
“Oh? Well good luck.”
“Thanks.”
Sonata toggled the power button and all light seemed to fade. No sight, no sound, no touch, no sensation whatsoever. The sheer lack of anything was extremely disorienting. Then a menu appeared in front of her. Instead of having to use a mouse, all she had to was will whatever selections she wanted to happen.
After navigating to Realms Uncharted, she selected Character Creation, the only option besides Cancel currently available. The menu vanished and Sonata found herself standing in a grassy field. A circle of avatars stood around her displaying each of the available races in their full glory.
Sonata wandered around looking at each of them in detail before finally stopping in front of a slender model of a human with the tail and pointed ears of a fox. It was the race with the highest base value of the stat she was looking for, move speed.
“This is the one,” she said to no one in particular as she made her selection. All the other avatars disappeared leaving Sonata staring at a perfect rendering of herself, dressed as she was in an aged t-shirt with a Troubling Rain graphic and spandex shorts. Except that the avatar also had large pointed ears and a long bushy tail both covered in red fur.
So this must be what she looked like in character. To her surprise, a list of sub races appeared and she selected arctic fox. Natural protection from the cold seemed incredibly useful. Her fur turned pure white and noticeably thickened.
After that came class selection. Instead of using one of the default classes, Sonata chose to create her own. A notification popped up warning that the option was only meant for very experienced players and recommended she use a default class.
Sonata plowed right on ahead. If she wanted she could always go back anyways. Perks for the class including proficiency and skills operated on a point buy system. The sheer number of options startled her. Filtering by relevance, she quickly settled on a few select traits.
Last but not least came assigning her base statistics. The game had soft caps to prevent someone simply stacking a single attribute to infinity. Sonata put as many points as she could in dexterity and the rest in strength. Finally she was done with the character.
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“Oh god.” Sonata whimpered as the device powered off. She found herself in the same position as last night, half curled in the fetal position with her hand between her legs. Only this time was much worse.
A spurt dampened her underwear. Sonata tried to hold back, eyes watering with effort as she forced her already tired muscles to press closed. As she tried to roll a little bit, another leak sprung. The bed creaked, Sonata threw herself off as she made one last desperate to stop the flow, but her muscles just wouldn’t respond.
Warm piss flooded her shorts, soaking into the carpet. Immense shame and feelings of powerlessness welled within Sonata as her bladder emptied itself. She considered needing diapers only to reject the notion with a mixture of even deeper shame, disgust, and horror,
Either way, she needed to get everything cleaned up, before the stain became permanent. Sonata stood up to find her mother staring at her wide-eyed from the open door. |
Author's Note:
This is a bit of a long one. I'll probably rush to complete chapter V which is the last planned chapter before the game starts in chapter VI. So if you're waiting for the actual game elements... then sorry, I'm working on it. :P
Minigame:
I like throwing in references to things, mostly Magic: The Gathering.
If you happen to catch a reference, throw it in the comments and I'll tell you whether it was intended or not.
So far there are two references. See if you can find them.
Good luck and enjoy.
Chapter IV: Rumors and Plans
To Sonata’s surprise and relief, she didn’t receive any sort of punishment. Her mother, Kathy, was all for taking away her helmet until she showed that she could control herself. Her father, Ted, protested. He took all the blame upon himself.
“It’s my fault,” he told Kathy. “I didn’t warn them that some parts of the Virtual World cut off all sensation from the real world. This is on me.”
With Moxie’s help, Sonata had the mess cleaned up in no time and was back to her normal cheerful self. But a tiny niggling of fear stayed buried in her mind.
<=>
Sonata and Moxie had to wake up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and were still a bit tired when they woke up for school the next morning. Still, the successful night time trip combined with the fact neither of them had any more episodes since Sonata’s disastrous wetting was helping to reinforce their fragile confidence.
The dress code at Fortwith High was fairly lax. No cleavage, no bellies, and no butts showing. Other than that, the school didn’t care so long as the student didn’t dress too outlandishly. As third week freshmen, the twins had already settled into the new routine. Sonata wore her favorite loose knit cardigan over a fashionable long sleeved shirt and a lacy miniskirt. Moxie opted for yoga pants paired with a short sleeved shirt and her usual sports jacket.
It took a half hour each way to walk to Fortwith. The girls made sure to use the restroom before leaving as they always did. They were over halfway there having just crossed a large road when the now familiar rattling approached from behind.
“Whaddup mates?” An athletic looking boy riding a kick scooter with a large front wheel pulled up alongside then. The scooter was a gift from a relative who lived somewhere in Europe. The boy had wild blond hair caged by an, in Sonata’s opinion, ugly army green bike helmet. He wore the same black leather jacket that he wore every single day unzipped over a ‘Got game?’ t-shirt and khakis.
“Morning Carter.”
The boy, Carter, was Sonata’s lab partner in Physics. Quiet and sometimes awkward with a completely average appearance, neither of them fully comprehended why this complete nobody ended up pairing with the Sonata who had a bit of a reputation from middle school due to her good looks and good grades.
Sonata didn’t regret the outcome one bit however. The two of them breezed through the lab work in half the time it took other people although he ended doing most of the work. He in turn was starting to open up a little bit more around people he didn’t know, probably due to her influence. The only thing that really annoyed Sonata was that although Carter definitely liked her, he wouldn’t take the next step. Probably because he was too aware of the difference in social standing.
“It was your birthdays this weekend right?”
“How’d you know that?”
Carter didn’t answer, looking vaguely embarrassed for a reason neither of the girls could discern. He dismounted and walked beside them.
“Do you have helmets yet?”
“Of course.”
“Have you heard of Realms Uncharted?”
“Who hasn’t heard of Realms Uncharted?”
“Good point. So are you thinking about playing it?”
“Duh. We’ve already made characters.”
The three of them ended up chatting until they reached the school where some sort of commotion was happening. Carter split off to go lock up his scooter while Sonata joined her usual group of friends in front of the school.
“What’s going on?” asked Sonata.
“Some poor girl wet herself and of course it had to happen right in front of Helen.”
Sonata and Moxie winced. Helen Twist wasn’t the real queen bee of the school, that position belonged to Rachel Morrison, a very pretty, compassionate, charismatic junior the long standing girlfriend of the football team’s star running back. But that didn’t stop Helen from trying to be the school’s overlord. She and her clique ruled the halls drowning everyone except for the most popular people in their authority.
So far everyone in Sonata’s friend group managed to stay under the radar, avoiding the wrath of Helen’s gang. She felt sorry for the poor girl currently the subject of Helen’s bullying. That girl might never have a social life for the rest of her time at Fortwith.
Aside for Sonata and the tag along Moxie, the friend group consisted of Fleur, Sarah, Luna, and Rebekah. Fleur, Sonata, and Sarah had already been friends in middle school and met Luna and Rebekah during the first two weeks.
“I hate wearing this stupid thing.” Luna plucked at the blue skirt of her cheerleader uniform. Fleur and Luna were already dressed in their blue, silver, and gold uniforms promoting school spirit in preparation for the football game that evening.
“Then why do you do cheer?”
“Because cheer is fun! And I actually like the uniform, I just don’t like wearing it normally because I swear every guy in this place spends the entire class trying to look up my skirt.”
“But you’re wearing trunks.”
“It’s the thought that counts.”
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Well bugger. Since when did Moxie start using the term bugger? Must have picked it up from Carter. He would always say odd things like ‘howdy y’all’ and ‘well bugger’ in his perfectly non accented speech. Regardless, she was in a bit of a pickle.
Moxie’s bladder was already sending her warning signs even though it was only second period. Normally she would use the restroom before school and then wait until she got home in the evening to avoid using the ones at school. This had led to a couple uncomfortable walks home, but nothing dangerous. On a normal day, Moxie’s bladder shouldn’t even start sending signals until fifth period and only start to get troublesome after sixth period during the walk home.
She briefly considered waiting until lunch, but then Moxie considered how poor her and Sonata’s recent track record was. She resolved to use the restroom between periods.
Exactly as planned, Moxie skipped her usual stop by her locker to switch textbooks and instead used the restroom. She walked into her fourth period course and took her spot at a table group in the rear corner of the room.
Precisely as the bell rang, a girl with blond hair and blue eyes sprinted into the room. She was wearing a cheer leader uniform.
“Cutting it close there Lia,” remarked the teacher.
Nodding breathlessly, Lia sat down next to Moxie. The two of them had a sort of mutual understanding. Lia belonged to Helen’s group. From the first day, she ignored Moxie every class and Moxie was content to play along. Just leaving her alone was already more than Moxie expected.
But today Lia was fidgety. Ever since she walked in she was constantly in motion whether it be tapping her finger on her notebook or crossing and recrossing her legs, the skirt fabric rustling. As she held the end of her pencil between her teeth, Moxie developed a suspicion but didn’t risk disturbing her table mate.
Her suspicion was confirmed a moment later as Lia thrust her hand in the air. “May I use the restroom?”
But the teacher gave her the answer they were all expecting. “No, of course not. That’s what breaks are for.”
Lia huffed and rested her chin on a fist. Beneath the desk, Moxie could see her legs moving up and down slightly as she rubbed her thighs together, bottom shifting surreptitiously. A mere five minutes later, Lia suddenly gasped and leaned forwards. She remained in a hunched position for several long moments before straightening and looking at the clock. The period was still young, barely a third over.
“What’s the answer? Anyone? Lia?”
Lia looked towards the board eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. The teacher never called on them. Her and Moxie’s two person group was an oddity a product of every other table group already being filled leaving their group two people short.
“A combination of discontent and popularity. All people change parties because they’re dissatisfied with something or because they just want to be on the winning side.”
Quite a few of the people in the class including the teacher blinked. “An insightful answer,” the teacher consulted his attendance sheet, “Moxie.” Lia snapped towards her in surprise. It was the first time Moxie had spoken up all year. “Would you care to elaborate a little bit?”
“Sure.” Moxie launched into a list of reasons and why they could be attributed to her answer. Finally she was allowed to sit down again.
Lia was fidgeting worse than ever, occasionally knocking her knees into the desk. As the clock ticked past the halfway mark in the period, she got up and walked to the classroom door.
“Sit down Lia.”
“But I really, really, need to go.” Lia was trembling visibly as she slowly bobbed lifting her foot in the air for a moment. “Please?”
“Wait until the end of class like everyone else.”
Lia returned to her seat, a worried look flitting across her face. The period dragged on relentlessly. With each passing moment, Moxie noticed her composure slipping more and more. First it was biting her lip, then it was the constant shifting in her seat. Moxie was a bit torn. On one hand she felt that everyone in Helen’s group deserved some karma for the hell they put everyone else through. On the other hand she had never seen Lia partake in the mockery, ‘accidents’, or outright abuse so typical of the group.
Mmph! Lia suddenly tensed up, one hand digging into her crotch. She shot a glare towards Moxie. “If you dare tell the others about this you’re dead.”
But the effect was ruined by Lia’s shaky, almost reluctant voice and quivering frame. Moxie got the distinct impression Lia had no experience in threatening people..
“Like they’d believe me. They’d just make fun of me for making up stuff,” she stated matter of factly.
Lia seemed to ponder that logic for a moment before stifling a squeak. She came up panting, ankles crossed as she squeezed her thighs together. Quite a few people were distracted, watching her instead of the teacher. She wished nothing more than to turn invisible. She was well past the point of trying to pass off her plight nonchalantly. Moxie glared at the students openly watching Lia but unfortunately, she was basically invisible.
The sound off trickling water filled the room. Everyone turned to look at Lia who began to writhe openly as her face turned red like an apple.
But the culprit wasn’t her. Instead, it was a red headed girl sitting up towards the front of the room. Her sobbing face lay on the desk as pee spread across the plastic seat, showering onto the floor in a torrent. The other students sitting nearby scooted away avoiding the spreading puddle.
The first domino had been knocked over. She hadn’t even finished peeing when another girl lost control of her bladder. Another waterfall started towards the center of the room, then another towards the front again.
“Go!” Moxie leaned towards Lia and whispered to her discreetly.
“What?”
“Now! While everyone’s distracted.”
“But I’ll get in so much trouble-”
“Just don’t come back to class. I'll bring your stuff to the gym.”
Lia immediately bolted, the classroom door shutting quietly in her wake. All in all five the fourteen girls in the class ended staying after with wet clothing as they endured the rantings of their irate teacher. In the back of the room, Moxie took Lia’s stuff with her leaving no one the wiser. |
Author's Note:
This is the last chapter before we being delving into the game related stuff. I guess I can only hope my graveyard is full enough.
It occurs to me that I forgot a reference so the number of references so far is actually 3... not 2. 4 if you count this author's note.
Chapter V: Politics
Many students wet themselves that Monday, even a few of the teachers did as well. Nobody could come up with a reason to explain away the unheard of number of incidences. Even more bizarre was the fact that every person involved was female.
And it wasn’t just the school either. The issue made news all over the nation. The next day, there was a surprise assembly held at which the principal announced his decision. From now on there would be a three strikes policy. If a student disturbed class by asking for the restroom or soiling themselves, that would also cost a strike. After the third strike, the student would be required to utilize protective garments by the school.
Of course, the policy was only a temporary holdover until the PTA decided on a course of action or the issue was otherwise resolved.
But no matter how much the faculty stated that there was no shame to be had in needing such protection, their preaching fell upon deaf ears. For many of the female students, it became not just a private issue but a matter of pride. For others, it was no big deal. But most had at least a little bit of fear in their minds about what would happen if others found out they needed it.
Sonata knew Realms Uncharted was popular. She just never realized how it was. She was very surprised when trying to use the restroom, she was stopped by an older student demanding that she join the school guild.
“The game hasn’t even started yet!” she protested.
“So can we count on your support when the game opens?”
“I’ll think about it.” The student still refused to let her through.
“What now?” Sonata was distinctly uncomfortable, both of her hand were plunged deep into her jean pockets as she tried to stay nonchalant. Behind her the other girls were also complaining about the hold up. The awkward standoff continued for a moment longer before Sonata was allowed to enter.
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War was declared not in the game, but in the halls of the school. And of course it was Helen who kicked off the entire debacle. She decided to form her own guild separate from the one the school guild. Helen made the matter simple. Join her group, or be punished.
Sonata was forced to use a strike that Wednesday. She’d tried to use the restroom earlier in the day only to be rebuffed by Helen’s cronies since she refused to join Helen’s group. And they weren’t at just one restroom either, they were at every restroom. Even the ones in the gym locker rooms.
This left Sonata in fifth period with both hands pressed between her legs, biting her lower lip as she fought to hold back the veritable ocean swelling within her abdomen. She undid her jeans to try to get some relief. Thankfully she had worn one of her longer blouses so she might be able to hide the fact when she stood up.
But the amount of relief gained was nowhere near enough. Sonata couldn’t stop from squirming in her seat. As the first spurt escaped into her underwear she knew she couldn’t dare wait any longer and raised a trembling hand into the air.
“Yes Sonata?”
“May I use the restroom?”
“You d-”
“I know. I’ll take the strike. Just… please?” She turned pleading eyes to Mr. Hartford the art teacher who glanced down at the attendance sheet double checking how many strikes she had left.
“Alright, but be quick.”
“Yes sir.”
Sonata trembled as she stood up and deliberately walked out of the room, trying to keep her breathing under control. Only once she was out of the room did she dare put a hand between her legs aiding her tired muscles as she hurried down the corridor to the restroom.
The process repeated itself on Thursday. Sonata once again had to burn a strike to even get an opportunity to use the restroom at all. But she knew it was only a temporary solution. Now she couldn’t risk burning a strike or the school would force her into diapers. Sonata knew she couldn’t make it through all of Friday without using the restroom, but she couldn’t see any way to avoid that outcome.
Dread was written all over Sonata’s face when she stopped by the newly implemented inspection station on Friday morning. Quite a few girls had already used up all of their strikes and the school wanted to be sure that the students were sticking to the new policies.
By lunch time, Sonata knew she was doomed to fail. Try as she might, she still couldn’t get past Helen’s guards and her bladder was feeling quite heavy. Rebekah had decided to join Helen’s group immediately and Sarah and Luna reluctantly followed her lead after earning two strikes themselves. Now the only ones of their friend group left stubbornly refusing to give in were Sonata, Moxie, and Fleur.
Each had their own reasons for refusing. Fleur lived right next to the school and could make it the entire day if only barely. Sonata refused on principle, she did not want to be placed under Helen’s thumb. Moxie agreed with her, to concede now would only empower Helen’s tyranny. But now the threat of the third strike hung over the sisters’ heads like an anvil waiting to crush down upon them.
Sonata made it through fifth period dry, but only just. She couldn’t make any attempt to hide her desperate need, mincing her way red faced down the corridor with both hands pressing the front of the off-white yoga pants she decided to wear that day. After a halfhearted attempt to break into the nearest girls room, she went straight to her sixth period class and hastily sat down.
Sonata was grateful that her sixth period class wasn’t physical education. Sitting down she at least had a chance, however slim, of making it through the period dry. But how could she possibly make it through if she was already a quaking pretzel and the period was still just starting?
Her English teacher Mr. Benton looked right at her and Sonata made an effort to sit up, fingers pressing between her legs. But even the help from her fingers only provided so much help. Sonata let out an involuntary gasp and squirmed in her seat as the pressure mounted.
Mr. Benton made his way over and knelt down next to the writhing girl. “You should just go use the restroom,” he told her quietly.
“I can’t,” Sonata’s voice was strained. “I already have two strikes.”
“Why didn’t you go during break?”
“Helen.”
“Helen?”
“Helen Twist. Her goons always block off he restroom.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
Sonata stifled a squeak. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes but she wiped them away ferociously and took a deep breath. She couldn’t falter. Losing her calm would lead to losing control of her bladder.
Mr. Benton sighed and stood up. “Well I’ll respect your choice, but you’re just going to embarrass yourself.” He went back to the front of the room and started class.
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Sonata wasn’t paying any attention to the lesson anymore. All of her concentration was devoted to not losing control of her bladder. Her breath came in quiet, shallow gasps. A spurt escaped her grasp and she pressed harder with her fingers. Her muscles were too tired, too over taxed.
She closed her mouth. She had to at least maintain some semblance of her usual appearance. But despite the outward calm of her upper body, her lower body was in constant motion shifting in the seat. Her thighs clenched together, ankles crossed.
Sonata whimpered softly as her muscles failed again, a stronger spurt dampening her underwear. The thought that it might be visible even through her jeans terrified her.
She couldn’t hold back any more, not really. Holding the leak to only a minute trickle was purely the product of her willpower and holding her closed. Well, mostly. Wetness continued to spread across her bottom. She knew the moment she stood up, she couldn’t hide it any longer.
The bell rang. Sonata didn’t dare to move. Mr. Benton shooed everyone out of the room. Everyone except for Sonata.
“Can you stand?”
Sonata shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. The tips of her fingers were touching the top of the puddle in her seat.
“Well I suppose I can’t give you a strike since you didn’t disturb class.”
Sonata knew that wasn’t true, but she understood what he was getting at. She turned to say something only to find herself peeing full force. Pee soaked her jeans, her socks, her shoes. The puddle under her even reached the nearby desks.
“When did you last use the restroom?” asked Mr. Benton eyeing the large puddle with amazement.
“T-This morning. I always go before leaving for school.”
“Wait, you never go at school?”
“I can’t, remember? Helen’s group. I had to use my strikes to get trips to the restroom.”
“I didn’t realize you were serious.” Mr. Benton scratched the back of his head. “You should probably change into your gym clothes before going home. I won’t give you a strike this time. But don’t let this happen again.”
“Yes sir.” Sonata sniffed and hurried away to the gym following his advice.
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Sonata emerged from the gym now wearing her gym shorts commando to find Moxie waiting for her looking totally fine.
“I managed to duck behind a bush,” explained Moxie. “I take it you had an accident?”
“Yes, but Mr. Benton didn’t give me a strike.”
Moxie punched her twin lightly in the shoulder. “Then everything’s fine. Cheer up, the game opens tomorrow.”
“Oh right.” Sonata’s expression lit up and a small smile appeared on her face.
“Besides,” Moxie continued. “I have the perfect idea to get back at Helen.” |
Author's Note:
If you're looking for the game stuff... you found it. Well, the very start at any rate.
Did you like it? Did you not like it? Did you wish the game had more mechanics explained or is painting a broad picture the better way to proceed?
Let me know down below.
Good luck and have fun. Cheers!
Chapter VI: The Games Begin
Sonata woke up refreshed and excited the next morning. After breakfast, the entire family brought their helmets downstairs to the living room.
“We’ll hop out of the game in ten minutes to do a check-in so don’t be late.”
“Got it Pops.”
Everyone had already shared what race they were and what their in game name would be. The meeting in ten minutes was just in case the game didn’t allow them to message immediately and they all started in different places.
Sonata put on her helmet and toggled the power button.
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This time the play option wasn’t grayed out. Sonata selected it and a notification popped up indicating that her character didn’t have a name yet and asking her if she wanted to set a new one or use her real name. Sonata chose to use her real name since she doubted anyone would trace it back to real life self.
Blankness engulfed Sonata. The next moment a simple village with wood buildings built in the shade of towering trees appeared around her. Sonata stood in the central clearing wearing a simple white cloth shirt and a brown ankle length skirt. Other fox people populated the village.
She brought up the in-game menu and looked at her character details. Everything was as she had created it. Nodding in satisfaction, her ears twitched as she noticed something approaching her from behind.
Whirling around, Sonata spun out of the way as another player ran past her. The other player didn’t stop or even say anything, just kept running. Shaking her head, Sonata took stock of her inventory. Apparently she would need to buy all of her starting gear.
Ten minutes past by in a flash. Sonata was now familiar with the layout of the village and purchased her starting gear. She opened the menu and tried to log out of the game. Except that there was no option for it.
Confused, Sonata started opening more and more pages of the menu. Abruptly, the menu shut down. Not just the menu, everything returned to the blank state replaced by a notification, ‘Initiating Stasis’. A video feed appeared, a video that was being watched individuals in and out of the game the world over.
“Ladies aaaaaaaaaaand gentleman!” An enthusiastic man in a fancy suit filled the screen. “Announcing the latest and greatest game competition this side of the multiverse! But first, a little explanation is in order.
As most of you are probably already aware, the worlds were created during a card game among gods. Four lands were chosen, two were discarded. One of these two discarded worlds became the starting world.
But back to the competition! The rules are simple. If you are playing Realms Uncharted then congratulations! You are a contestant. No one can enter the game, no one can leave. That is, until one of the gods wins. Your bodies have been placed in stasis. If you die in game, then you can think of it as an everlasting sleep. A sleep that will only end when the competition does.
To ensure the integrity of the competition, tampering with the helmet will kill you in real life. Any attempt to remove the helmet will kill you in real life. But our goal is not to kill people, no. We don’t want anyone to die.
We are here to watch heroes be born! Follow your favorite players as they strive to ascend to the realm of the gods! Revel in their triumphs! Despair in their defeats! Chat with them even.
And for the contestants, this is your chance to shine! The camera is on you! Wow the world! Become a champion like no other!
Are you not entertained?
Let the competition commence!”
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Sonata appeared in the village again, the announcer’s voice still ringing in her ears. A series of notifications welcomed her to the competition but what really caught her attention were the game play updates.
Simply put the update would make the game more real. She would become tired. She would become hungry and thirsty.
If she died, it wasn’t too horrible. She would just wait out the game. But if no one succeeded, then everyone was effectively dead forever including her. Sonata resolved to stay alive and ensure that didn’t happen. Opening up the friends menu, she was annoyed to find she could only add people face to face.
But she had an idea. Sonata quickly equipped her newly purchased short swords before pulling out a map depicting the surrounding areas. All she had to do was use a real life person as a go between to find Moxie, Mox was her in-game name, and then they could meet up.
Sonata wanted to grow stronger. To grow stronger meant she could go more places, do more things. She began hunting small woodland creatures but quickly moved on to bigger game when she found them too easy.
Claws flashed through the air. Sonata ducked down and swung upwards. With a horrendous screech the tall spiky creature split into two and dissolved in a pile of loot. These sliver creatures were unlike anything Sonata had ever seen in real life covered in bony plates and spiky protusions.
Among the items Sonata picked up was a playing card. She already had many playing cards, but no idea what to do with them. Of all the items she picked up, they were the most puzzling. But she could always sell them if they turned out to be useless.
As she pocketed the items a familiar sensation and she sighed a bit in disappointment. Sonata had hoped that the strange change in her toilet needs would disappear but alas it had been carried into the game as well.
The walk back to to town took a surprisingly short time. Mostly because she spammed haste which increased her movement speed for fifteen seconds although it would break early if she attacked or was hit.
At the edge of town, Sonata was stopped by a group of three players. “Tax.”
“What tax?”
“Five copper pieces.”
Sonata almost laughed. Five copper pieces was equivalent to about five rabbits or one boar. The slivers she was fighting gave at least a silver each.
“What if I don’t pay?”
“Then we’ll kill you.”
“Try me.” Sonata smiled calmly and the three players shared mixed looks. One of them looked scared, another angry, and the last one thoughtful. As they turned to converse with each other she simply walked past them into the village.
Sonata joined the queue at one of the village stores. The player in front of her seemed about her age, except slightly shorter and pretty skinny with red hair and red fur. She was dressed in a white cloth robe. She also apparently needed to go quite badly given the way the skirt of the robe rustled with her constant shuffling and curtsying.
“Fee.” An npc came down the line accepting a copper from every person in the line. He stopped next to the player in front of Sonata who shook her head. “I don’t have a copper.”
“Then get out of the line.”
“What?!”
“Excuse me,” interjected Sonata who was leaning casually against the wall with her legs crossed. “Why are you even collecting a fee?”
“We need to pay the bill. If every customer that came to use the restroom bought something it would be fine, but most don’t even buy anything.
“It’s common practice,” added a big, burly npc with black hair and a large hammer who happened to be passing by. “Sorry for butting in, I just happened to overhear. All stores charge a fee.”
“Thanks for explaining.”
“No problem miss.” The burly passerby walked off leaving Sonata with the store npc and desperate player.
“If that’s the case, then this one’s for me and this one’s for her.” She flipped the npc two copper pieces and he shrugged before carrying on.
“Thank you so much.” The player in front of Sonata turned to her with a strained smile, both of her hands were clasped in front of her legs as she bobbed rhythmically.
“What happened to all your copper?”
“I bought this.” The girl pulled out a staff and then stored it in her inventory again. “I went out to hunt creatures but its so hard as a cleric. I managed to kill five squirrels. Then I had to come back to use the restroom.”
“And those three players charged you five copper.”
The girl nodded, ears and tail drooping sadly. “Now I’m broke again.”
“Why don’t you try joining a party?”
“I did,” the girl looked at Sonata earnestly. “But every party already had their own cleric or said they didn’t need me.”
“You could join me. I’ll carry you for a bit.”
“Really? That would be great! My name’s Wren. I- Oh!” The girl gave herself a quick squeeze between the legs before hurriedly letting go again. “Please, hurry up,” she muttered to no one in particular. “Please!”
But the line continued to crawl. Even Sonata was having trouble maintaining a calm exterior. Her bushy tail twitched nervously. Occasionally she would lift a leg before putting it down again. Wren was far worse off. The hand was now permanently stuck between her legs as she paced on the spot.
“I sure hope no one is watching me right now,” she confided.
Only then did Sonata remember she was effectively always on camera. Hopefully the channel would shut off when she entered the restroom. She’d tried to find a way to turn it off earlier and failed miserably.
Finally they reached the head of the queue. Wren was bouncing all over the place like a rubber ball, both hands jammed into her crotch as she muttered endless pleas so fast Sonata almost didn’t understand what she was saying.
Suddenly, she froze. Wetness spread across the front of her robe and then stopped as she screwed her eyes shut, trembling. The door finally opened and Wren forced her way in she didn’t make it more than a step before she lost control completely. The wet spot on her robe expanded to the floor as a large puddle spread the corner of the room she retreated to. |
Author's Note:
I just realized I've been doing that thing where my mind autofills sentences as I read thus I accidentally skip words occasionally.
So, uh, sorry 'bout that.
Also, this chapter is almost all plot and action with no omorashi content. Fair warning. Check back next chapter if you're looking for more omo.
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Chapter VII: The Peanut Gallery
When Erwin heard the reward for the being the player to beat Realms Uncharted, his jaw dropped. A cool 2 million dollars. He almost wished he was playing. Truthfully the only reason he wasn’t was because of the report for his history class he’d been procrastinating on.
To be honest, he wasn’t really paying attention to his work. Once he saw it, Erwin realized it was just busy work and so he spent more of his attention browsing the internet than on the words he was writing. Now a couple days later he was watching KillSpeak, one of his favorite streamers from another game as he wrote the last part of the report.
In Realms Uncharted KillSpeak chose to play as a marksman. A semi-tall fox person with not quite handsome features and a bit of muscle. He was dressed in leather armor, better than what most of the other players were currently using and carried a large crossbow.
“So as I was saying, these sliver creatures require quite a bit of team work. One slice from those claws can take out a third of a player’s hit points if they’re still in starting armor.” KillSpeak was waiting for the rest of his party, casually narrating for the benefit of his viewers.
“We currently have a cleric, a paladin, a fighter, and a mage. The five of us should be able to take it down easy.” KillSpeak hoisted his crossbow, ears twitching. “Sounds like they’re here.”
But it wasn’t KillSpeak’s party that appeared. Instead a pair of young fox girls emerged from behind a tree. One had red fur and red hair. She wore white robes and held a tall wooden staff. Both were pretty expensive looking. By contrast her companion with the fluffy white fur and caramel streaked hair was dressed in simple leather. She had two short swords, one strapped across her back, the other at her hip.
“Or not.”
Neither of them seemed to notice KillSpeak. He watched as the one with white fur activated an ability and dashed straight towards the sliver so fast that KillSpeak was taken aback. The sharp claws descended the moment she got in range, but she easily sidestepped the talons and leaped upwards, stabbing her sword into a gap in the armor.
With a mighty roar, the sliver reared backwards and then crashed down again kicking up chunks of earth and a cloud of dirt.
“What is she doing? Are they planning on duoing this thing?” KillSpeak shook his head. “That’s suicide.” He looked towards the cleric who watched the fight attentively but didn’t prepare any actions.
“Shouldn’t she be healing?” he asked no one in particular.
Erwin had stopped writing, paying full attention to the fight taking place on his screen. The healer not healing could only mean one thing, whoever was fighting hadn’t taken any damage yet. KillSpeak most likely hadn’t considered the possibility given his comment. The dust started to settle and the glint of steel shone through. With arcing slices the girl appeared atop the sliver’s head hacking away at its outer layers. To his surprise, he never saw the telltale glow indicating use of a skill.
Shards of plating flew through the air. A blade whirled over her head before plunging up to the hilt into the small gap she had worked hard to create. The sliver shook violently throwing the girl and emitting an ear splitting screech.
She landed about fifteen feet away rolling like a rag doll before skidding to a halt. Despite the violent landing, the girl appeared unaffected. She vaulted forwards again, her speed abruptly increasing. Most likely it was the same ability from before. A towering talon swung around like a wrecking ball.
A wrecking ball that hit nothing. The sword swung around, a straight horizontal cut. Using the flat of the blade, the girl forced herself an extra few feet forwards past the talon and began dancing around the sliver too close for its talons to strike.
With a mighty roar, the sliver reared backwards and then crashed down again kicking up chunks of earth and a cloud of dirt.
This time Erwin knew what to expect. KillSpeak evidently did too as the view panned upwards. A roar of pain and fury ripped through the air before the sliver collapsed with an earth shaking thud. The large body dissolved leaving a small pile of loot. The two girls collected the entire pile in moments flitting away into the woods as mysteriously as they had appeared.
KillSpeak’s chat was filled with ellipses. He finally broke the stunned silence by uttering the words on most of his viewers’ minds. “Please tell me somebody clipped that.”
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KillSpeak’s party finally showed up. When he told them what happened, they launched into speculation about who the mysterious player could be. The only conclusion they agreed on was that the player must have some sort of gaming background. They couldn’t even agree on what class she was.
Erwin wasn’t doing his history report anymore. Instead he was hunting through the streams as he was sure many others were looking for the girl’s. Using the handy filters options, he found that there many tens of thousands of fox people. As he added more filters, the numbers cut down drastically. But while the people in KillSpeak’s chat reported that were too many female arctic fox people who could use swords to find her, Erwin recalled an observation he had noticed earlier.
The girl had never used any sword abilities, only that singular movement speed buff. That means that she killed that sliver with only her basic attacks. A suspicion crept into Erwin’s mind. Instead of searching the existing classes, he looked for the highest level female arctic fox player using a custom build and directly entered her stream.
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“-need to pee so badly,” complained a familiar red furred fox girl, her staff strapped across her back as the pair hurried back to town. “Can we just stop here and I’ll go behind a tree?”
“No, you can’t undress outside a private area, remember? And someone’s watching us right now Wren.” The white furred fox girl waved directly at the camera. “Hi!”
“Wai- Wha- Why didn’t you tell me Sonata?!” Wren’s face turned as red as her fur.
“They just popped in. Do you have a minute?”
Erwin wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Uh… yeah.
“Do you know where the human starting area is?”
No, but I can look it up.
“Great, could you please do that?”
Ok.
“That’s so weird.” It just occurred to Sonata that it looked like she was holding a one sided conversation with nothing so she shared the chat with Wren. “Why do you need to know where the human starting area is?”
“My mom’s there.”
“Your mother plays video games?” asked Wren incredulously.
“Both my parents used to,” explained Sonata. “We were all going to try the game today as a family activity.”
“That actually sounds really fun,” said Wren.
Erwin agreed. Then he considered how straitlaced his parents were. It would probably end horribly. He finally found the human starting area.
Go west until you cross the mountains. Follow them south until you hit the lake. It should be there.
“Thank you.”
No problem.
As the only viewer of the channel, the three of them maintained idle conversation until they arrived back at the village. Sonata immediately stopped Wren who continued to walk in place.
“It’s a trap.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s players waiting for us.”
“Its just those three from before right?”
“I don’t know.” Sonata tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I have an idea. Go around to the side entrance. Quietly.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll walk in the front.” Wren hesitated before nodding and walking off. Sonata purposefully stepped on a twig which broke with a resounding crack. There was a slight stomp to her step as she walked right towards the front entrance.
What’s your plan? Erwin suspected Sonata was hiding her actual intentions.
“To walk in the front,” she replied calmly. A large ground of players surrounded her. The ones blocking her way into town even had shields.
Their leader stepped forwards. He opened his mouth to speak and was left facing empty air. The entire group stared in disbelief while a giggling Sonata pranced into town waving at them tauntingly. She was about to leave when a sudden commotion caused her ears to prick up.
Erwin sat up in his chair. It was KillSpeak’s group. KillSpeak lifted his crossbow aiming it directly for the opposing leader’s forehead.
“And why would I give you all of my valuables?”
“Entry fee.”
“Well you can piss off with your entry fee. I can promise this won’t end well for you.”
“Will it now?” The leader smiled smugly. “Even if you all are pretty good at gaming, this is a new game. The five of you can’t take on the fifteen of us.” At his words another five people stepped out of the shadows reinforcing the encirclement. He waved dismissively at KillSpeak’s group. “Kill them.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Sonata turned and began to charge. A hail of projectiles and spells flew towards KillSpeak’s group. Behind the leader of the ambushing party a figure suddenly appeared. A figure shrouded by a midnight blue cloak and with magenta feathery tufts poking through the top. Three glowing feathers poked through the slit in the front of their cloak.
Erwin wished now more than ever that he had prepared a bucket of popcorn. |
Author's Note:
I wasn't sure how expository to be when doing this section. If I wrote as detailed as I have in the past, this could have easily been 5 chapters in length. I may not be an old dog, but I still have difficulty learning new tricks.
Chapter VIII: Stream Dream Team
The cloak unfurled revealing a slightly gray tinged face and leather armor common among most of the games players. A cape of feathers covered the mystery player’s back. Yellow eyes gleamed in the shad of their hood as they hurled a barrage of feathers like shurikens. The large feathers pierced through the surprised leader before sticking in the ground tens of feet away. As abruptly as they had appeared, the feathers suddenly returned to their owner’s outstretched hand piercing the leader again on their way back.
KillSpeak dove sideways, firing his crossbow at the nearest assailant only to watch as his arrow ricocheted harmlessly off the opponent’s shield. The magic missile that followed however did succeed in knocking the assailant back. A white glow surrounded KillSpeak’s party, a divine buff from the paladin who was undoubtedly shielding the cleric.
This was the strength of KillSpeak’s party. Each of them was a streamer from another game. KillSpeak, the marksman, was from Counter Strike: Space Colonies. Their paladin, L’Rouche, was from World of Warcraft. Jack, the cleric, was a support main from Dota 3. The fighter, Yod4, was from Lightblade. BloodPetal, the mage, was another Counter Strike player. Viewers called them the Stream Dream Team, with most followers of any Realms Uncharted players by far.
But despite their pedigrees, he had no confidence they would all emerge from this fight alive. After all, the enemy leader was right. Their player skill and level lead would only account for so much. If they tried to fight it out, they would undoubtedly die. Fortunately, they didn’t have to fight it out. All they had to do was make it to the village.
Easier said than done when they were practically sitting ducks. A rain of fire and hail had already eaten a chunk out of their hit points and the fight had barely just started. Yod4 ran forwards cutting down a few arrows before being frozen solid. But the freeze went away almost immediately as Jack cleansed him of the cc.
The party surged forwards. Hit points blinked red warnings, but thanks to Jack and L’Rouche everyone managed to stay alive as they crossed the no pvp threshold into town.
Only then did everyone notice that BloodPetal was missing. The green furred mage was nowhere to be seen, just the fifteen now heavily damaged player killers that had assaulted them.
Heavily damaged? That didn’t seem right. Their party had been spamming mostly crowd control and support abilities. There had been that mysterious cloaked player with the feathers, but surely they couldn’t have done so much damage alone. And what happened to BloodPetal?
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BloodPetal reluctantly gulped down the potions. Her hit points were restored which was a good thing. The liquid intake was a bad thing. Especially since she already needed to go quite badly. Her viewers knowing she was on her way to the restroom was one thing. Her viewers watching her squirm about like a little kid was quite another.
For the moment she was fine. But it would be best to get to a restroom sooner rather than later. Bloodpeta looked at her saviors. One of them was another fox person with thick snow white fur and two short swords. The other was of some other race with slightly gray tinged skin and magenta feathery hair and slender limbs. Her fingers clutched the roots of several wickedly sharp feathers.
Both of them seemed significantly younger than her 25 years of age, especially given their height, but then again characters could be misleading.
“So you’re BloodPetal,” the fox person sheathed her swords. “I’m Sonata.”
“Wait, Sonata?” The feathered person’s eyes widened. “Sis?”
“Who is my favorite pro player?”
“Troubling Rain.”
“Holy... Mox?!”
The feathered person chirped and hugged Sonata hard. BloodPetal looked from one to the other, her chat filled as her head was with endless question marks.
“Who is she?”
“My sister. In real life.”
“We did it!” Mox threw her hands up and mimicked a high five with empty air. The action only confirmed Sonata’s suspicion that Mox had been using the same method she did, enlisting the help of her viewers.
“So are you two gamers?” asked BloodPetal curiously.
“I used to play Rift. The pc version,” admitted Mox.
“I play all sorts of stuff, but not much,” added Sonata.
“What about you?”
“I’m a Counter Strike streamer. Or… was… I guess.”
“How cool.”
Mox beckoned the others closer and whispered conspiratorially. “I need to use the restroom.”
“Me too, we should get moving.” BloodPetal didn’t bother to keep her voice down. After all, the uncomfortable part had already been stated too quietly for the listeners to hear.
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Sonata stopped, ears twitching. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Footsteps.” Silence reigned as they listened intently. BloodPetal was growing very uncomfortable, but she remained stoic. She wished they could go back to chatting to take her mind off of her need. Suddenly Mox hurled a feather upwards eliciting a yelp. BloodPetal reacted immediately firing a magic missile. The projectile arced underneath a branch making contact with something on top of it.
That something fell to the ground with a cry of “They’re over here!”
“Shit.” The party of three booked it. Behind them came a distant stampede of feet.
BloodPetal had to run to keep pace with Sonata’s quick jog. Mox was sprinting pell-mell, panting fit to burst. BloodPetal would have found the stark contrast in effort just to move the same speed quite funny if she wasn’t concerned about dying. Figuratively speaking.
“New plan. You two head for the town.”
“What about you?”
A sly grin crossed Sonata’s face. “Who all is watching right now? Get ready to queue ‘Yakety Sax’.” Before either of her companions could comment, she sprinted straight towards the pursuers like a bullet.
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On the upside, there were no signs of the others. On the downside, they had a ways to go to get to town. BloodPetal wasn’t taking quite as big steps anymore. Partly to maintain a comfortable pace for Mox, partly because her bladder was protesting.
“So what race are you?” asked BloodPetal curiously.
“Hm?” Mox tilted her head upwards exposing a delicate jaw. She seemed a little distracted, constantly twirling the feathers that she appeared to conjure out of thin air with her fingers. “Oh, I’m a Vastayan, same as you.”
“Wait, what? But I’m a fox person.”
“Exactly. We’re descendants of the ancient Tribe of Vastaya, shape shifters who used the mana of this plane to adopt the form of animals.”
“Then shouldn’t we be one race?”
“The tribe was crushed and the art of shape shifting lost. The survivors formed communities of around others similar to themselves.”
“This wasn’t all in character creation was it?”
“No, the village elder told me after a quest I did for him. How far is the town?”
“Not that far, we’ll be there soon.”
Ten minutes later they were approaching the edge of town. BloodPetal’s thighs were practically glued together, which made walking awkward. She still managed a smooth stride, holding up admirably. Mox was obviously far worse with a hand resting on her stomach as she took shaky, faltering steps. BloodPetal could have sworn she saw her companion of circumstance give herself a quick squeeze between the legs.
“Sorry, we don’t serve your kind here.” The store employee didn’t take Mox’s money. “You’ll have to try elsewhere.”
After fifteen minutes of waiting in line, BloodPetal was extremely stiff. She stood with her legs crossed, arms resting at hip level. But she was still in control. During those same fifteen minutes, Mox had been bobbing, pacing, lifting her leg like a flamingo. The entire time her face was red as a lobster, eyes monitoring the line as she willed it to move faster.
“What? No way!” This time BloodPetal was certain she saw Mox give herself a squeeze between the legs as she stepped frantically in place.
“Even if she’s a friend of mine?” asked BloodPetal casually.
The employee nodded her head seriously. “We don’t serve outsiders here. No vampires, no elves, no humans, nobody who isn’t from this village.”
“Even to use the restroom?”
“Even to use the restroom.” The employee’s apologetic and sympathetic look was at complete odds with the hard line she had drawn in the sand. “You could try the inn.”
“Where’s the inn?”
“I’ll take you.” BloodPetal stepped out of line and grabbed Mox’s hand. “You can keep the fee,” she told the shop employee as the two of them ran off.
“Why are you going so far to help me?” asked Mox. She had to pause for a moment, eyes squeezed shut as she rocked from one foot to the other.
“I don’t know. I guess cause I owe you one.” If she was being honest, BloodPetal was just rationalizing. She hadn’t really made a decision, she’d acted on impulse. “For saving me and all.”
By the time they reached the inn Mox was clearly running on adrenaline. Both her hands grabbed between her legs for all she was worth as she hobbled after BloodPetal who was fidgeting quite badly, occasionally bobbing herself.
And then they saw the line. There was no way Mox was going to be able to wait through it. BloodPetal turned to her companion only to find her trudging determinedly into the inn proper. Curious, BloodPetal followed after.
“C’mon I got us a room.” Mox handed her a key.
“Us?”
“Do you want to wait in that line? I can’t and I don’t think I can unlock the door like this.”
They went up to the room. BloodPetal held the door open for Mox who doubled over as soon as she entered.
“I-I can’t!” Mox jumped like a cricket before sinking to her knees. Her entire body shivered. A telltale trickling sound filled the room as clear liquid pooled around her seated form.
Now that they were safely in one of the game’s private spaces, BloodPetal allowed herself the luxury of running to the bathroom, dancing in front of the toilet as she undid her belt before yanking her gear off with brute force and collapsing backwards onto the seat. |
In the last few days, I and another user of Omo.org that wants to remain anonymous did a little RP using the personal messenger and it turned out so well that I thought of posting it. Maybe I'm posting it in the wrong section, maybe it belongs on RP realm, but I thought that since I'm revisiting it (some less important messages; but I tried to leave it as original as possible) and I'm posting the whole stuff all at once this could be the more convenient forum.
The premise was really simple: two female friends goes out for a night and end up desperate to pee, but neither of them wants to reveal the predicament. We agreed also about the fact that the two girls were friends but they start develop feelings for each other. I tried to distinguish each post between me and the other user with this symbol: "_". I followed the direction my friendly user said me, so I'm not the first one to post. Enough said, let's begin!
What a Beautiful Night!
My name is Katie I am 5”4 brunette tied up in ponytail I am wearing a very sexy blue dress that really shows of my legs with a sky blue thong underneath
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My name is Sofia, tall, curvy (but not fat), blonde girl, green eyes, wearing a whitey romper, braless, lace white thong (you can see it through my romper) and heels, with my toe nails painted red.
Basically I used this actress lol hope you like it
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After I get ready and about yo head out the door “ hey Sophia it’s Katie I am al set to go for us to go eat at that new restaurant “ I say excited
yeah I like it my toe nails are painted blue and I forgot to add that my thong is lace aswell lol
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"Hey, Katie! I can't wait to try out that new restaurant: my friend said that it's a bit expensive but whorty." I said, kissing you on the cheeks as we head to my car.
As soon as I turned my car on, I ask you "do you like to listen to some music?"
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“ yes I would love to listen to some music “ I say as you turn on you’re car
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As I turned on the car, a catchy song came out a little too loud through the speakers. "Whoa!" was my comment, while I regulate the volume to be low enough to talk over the song.
"I love this singer, but I can't remember his name..." I said, removing my shoes to drive and pulling them on the backseat with a giggle.
I took a quick glance at you while exiting the parking lot of your house and adjusting a rebel lock of hair from my forehead: you look lovely in that pretty blue dress, short enough to make me blush.
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“ thank you I picked it because I love how the color blue looks on me and isn’t your dress a little see through “ I say blushing madly “ don’t worry I can’t remember the singers name ether but I sure do love this song “
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Hearing that my dress is transparent make me blush furiously and for a moment I think if turning back the car and go home to change.
"Does it make me look too slutty?" I ask you, winking. "Or do you just like what you're seeing?"
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“ you look fine it was just something i notice I am actually really hungry “ I say blushing madly
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"The restaurant is just around the corner, we'll just have to find a good spot to park" I say excited for the dinner we are going to have.
After parking and putting my heels back on, we walk trough the hall of this fancy restaurant.
I took another glance at your back and felt dizzy inside...
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I look back smiling at you “ are you ok Sofia “ I say blushing madly
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"Yes, yes! I... I was noticing that the polish on your toenails match with the dress" I say, with a stutter.
"But where is the waitress?" I ask to no one "How can we find our reserved table if there's no one at the entrance"
My heart is still pumping hard because of the fact that you got me staring at you. We are friends and I'm afraid of how I feel about you and that this 'thing' can change our friendship.
That's when I notice a little discomfort in my bladder.
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“ ohhh you like I can lend you my nail polish I wonder where our waitress is “ I say looking around as I feel a small but manageable urge to pee
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"Oh, yeah, maybe next week! Now I'm wearing a more aggressive red one!" I say, imitating the roaring of a tiger and regretting at that instance because of how stupid I look at your eyes.
I cross my legs, stretching the fabric of my romper and revealing more and more of my thong, when the waitress appears...
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“ I giggle crossing my legs don’t worry it’s ok “ I say noticing our waitress
“ yes we are having a table for two and this is our reservation “ I say crossing my legs
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The waitress looks at us like we are two naked sluts and we give a look at each other in surprise.
As soon as we arrived at the table, we sit down and I double cross my legs without thinking.
Handing my menu, I say "So..." but you interrupt me
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i have my legs crossed under the table “ omg I can’t believe we are actually here I am starving and thirsty how about you “ I say trying to distract myself from my urge to pee
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"I was just thinking the same! Isn't it weird?" I say, smiling.
I stopped a waitress, a different from before, and ordered some sparkling wine.
"A toast to..."
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“ a toast to us “ I say lifting up my glass of sparkling water rubbing my thighs together
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"Indeed" I say, drinking and crossing my legs thighter.
"Man, I do really need to use the toilette, but I don't want to embarass myself even more than what I did tonight..." I thought, trying to avoid thinking about all thw liquids filling my bladder.
"So, Katie, what do you want to eat tonight?" I asked, while grabbing discretely my crotch with one hand to help me hold on.
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i keep my legs crossed thinking to myself I really gotta pee but I really don’t want to be rude and I am really hungry
“ I would like to eat some steak with a side of smash potatoes what are doing after we finish eating “ I say blushing madly trying not to show my desperation
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"I think I'll go with a jambon omelette with some side of asparagus and carrots... But, wooza! 17$? A little expensive, don't you think?" I say, with a tone of surprise that surprised also myself.
"Damn, drinking at this pace will make me go full desperate too soon. What to do?" I thought while adjustng my underwear, trying to not make you notice what I'm doing.
My legs are crossed really thight and my toes wriggles in the air, shoes free, to try to contain my jiggling.
"Well, I planned on having a drink in a bar with a wonderful patio near the beach, where we can see the sea in the night..." I say, regretting proposing this plan.
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I play with my hair while I watch your nervous/perplexed face after the explanation of the plan for the night.
My bladder is really full and I need to relieve myself as soon as possible, but I'm denying me this opportunity... and even this thought.
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Crossing my legs “ that sounds nice wanna skip the bar and go straight to the beach “ I say trying not to show how desperate I am as it is incredibly Embarrassing
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"Yeah, sure! This sounds awesome!" I say, embarassed but happy to be in an date with this lovely friend of mine. This sounds more romantic than I thought, initially... and also the beach part. But I don't mind.
A spasm in my lower abdomen reminds me of my awful situation, so I decide to speed up the situation a little. As the waiter collects our order, I bet he's checking me out. He says something like "everything ok? You two are shaking a lot"
I feel my cheeks turning red and fire up, while I try to remain as still as I can, unsuccessfully. I'm literally tapping my feet on the ground from how much I need to pee!
After the waiter leaves, I look at you and I say "What a weirdo!" laughing.
I'm starting noticing something weird about you too: you seem... distracted! Oh, no! "Do I bore her?" I though.
I ask you "So, we were talking... oh, yes! What you do for a living!"
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I keep one hand on my my crotch “ ohh me all I do for a living is teach a small yoga class “ I say blushing madly as I try not be to obvious about my need to pee
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"Yoga! That means you're really flexible!" I say with a wink.
My feet are tapping really bad on the floor, I can't control them, I'm so desperate. I cross my legs the other way, to try to keep holding.
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“ yeah it helps to relax and stuff “ I say blushing madly with a smile as rub my tighs together
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"I can see that!" I say, trying to not look too much into your beautiful eyes.
My urge for the bathroom is making me tremble under the table, shaking my legs and blushing my face while I play with my long blonde hair.
"I can't hold on much longer" I thought "I have yo collect the courage to leave for a toilet break soon or I'll be in trouble"
As I try to speak up to ask you to pardon me for a moment, our waiter pops up with the food.
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“ hey before we eat I need to head over to bathroom and freshen up “ I say getting up keeping my thighs together
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"Oh, yes... G-go ahead!" I say, regretting you beated me on time. My legs still crossed thight, an hand in my crotch but covered by the tablecloth.
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I quickly walk to the bathroom and to my dismay I notice an out of order sign and start walking by blushing madly sitting back down holding myself hoping you would not notice “ the bathroom is out of order “ I say blushing madly
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I glanced at you the whole time, in part of envy because you get to use the toilet, in part because of how this dress looks sexy on you.
I feel a pinge in my bladder and a small leak on my panties.
"Fuck!" I whisper to myself, trying to control the damage.
I get back to reality when I see you seated in front of me, giving me the bad news.
"What a pity!" I say, avoiding to let my feelings flow over my face "we can't check our make-up" I say with a giggle, trying to calm myself down, to relieve some stress.
The bulge of my bladder makes my romper thigh, but I should focus on having a good date with you.
"Maybe it's better to eat, or our food will get cold!" I say, twitching my legs.
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I start eating quickly “ yeah it’s a real shame I really wanted to check my make up “ I say grabbing my crotch as my bladder also spasms
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"How's your food?" I ask quietly, munching my omelette.
"Mine's..." I start speaking when a little piece of yolk falls from the fork to my breast, specifically on my left tit, leaving a yellowish stain on my white braless romper.
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am grabbing my crotch as I rub my tighs together and notice the yolk fall on you’re breast “ umm my food is great but I normally wouldn’t wear it “ I say giggling trying to hide my need
“ so how are we going to get to the beach “ I say bouncing a little on my seat
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"What...? Oh, fuck!" I swear out loud. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to swear, Katie!" my apologies fill the table between us.
"Could you help me remove the stain, deary?" I beg you, with my sweetest face. As you approach me, I notice your legs bouncing and shifting, just as mine.
" I thought to walk til the beach, do you mind? It's like 15 minutes far..." I answered.
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My legs are bouncing a little “ I don’t mind the walk “ I say blushing as I help you clean up the stain noticing you’re legs are also a little bouncy
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"Thank you really much!" I say, as your hand cleans the yolk stain from my breast. I feel like a mad urge to hug you and kiss you, but I know that's not appropriate between two friends.
In the meantime, my hands tremble to not hold my crotch and help hold my pee on as you are so close to me.
My feet, kicked the shoes off, bounced on the ground and made some sounds that makes people from other tables turn around.
"So, we agree to walk then.. " I say, regrettig it at the moment, thinking about my poor swollen bladder.
"Maybe I can find a toilet on the way there" i think
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“ let’s hurry and finish eating so we can get starting “ I say sitting down and start holding my crotch
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"Yeah, you're right!" I say, hoping not to spurt again in my lace white thong.
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“ yeah “ I say blushing madly not caring if I don’t look lady like I just want to pee
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After eating the last bite of my meal and sipping another glass, I say "excuse me for a moment, I think I left my money in the car."
"I'm literally moments away from peeing my panties" I think "maybe I can find a spot to pee behind my car, if I'm lucky"
I stand up, almost twisting my legs.
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Maybe I can pee behind her car I say getting also twisting my legs “ I’ll come with if there is two of us I’ll go quicker “ I say a little bouncy
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"Oh... ok!" I say, sweating because my plan blowed up.
I chin at the waiter and explain the situation: he don't seem to convince about my excuse, but he let us go.
Our shaking legs walked fast to the car and I feel my thong running up my ass, making me uncomfortable.
"Geez, I need to peeeeee!" I think, almost crying.
Approaching my car, I cross my legs and opened the passenger door, pretending to search inside.
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My thong starts to feel uncomfortable as I begin to look around thinking to myself maybe I can wait for just the right moment to hide and pee” I think to myself
“ have you found you’re money yet “ I squirming
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"Y-yes!" I say, feeling a trickle along my legs.
"Gasp! I leaked more!" I think, with teary eyes.
I squirm in place as I close my car and we begin to walk back to the restaurant. Then you say...
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“ are you ok Sofia let’s hurry and start our walk “ I say blushing as I squirm in place as I feel some pee escape into my thong
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"Yeah, sure, Katie! No problem, everything ok!" I say, squirming uncontrollably in place.
My need is getting bigger and bigger and I can't contain it anymore: it's obvious I'm dying for a pee, but somehow you seem to be distracted by something else...
My mind goes through thoughts like 'I'm ruining this beautiful date with Katie', 'I don't want her to think I'm a weirdo that pees herself' and 'please, God, help me hold it'.
We arrive at the cash register and pay for our meal. My legs keep shifting in place, crossing and uncrossing and the cashier asks us how the dinner went. So you answer...
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it was good I was just wondering why the girls room was out of order “ I say blushing madly as I squirm
“ I hope Sofia doesn’t think I am wierd and holding my pee on purpose” I think to myself
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"I was wondering that too!" I say, maybe a little too loud, anxious to know the answer.
The cashier explains us that, due to some plumbing issues, the girls' bathroom was out of order for the night, but we are more than welcome of using the men's room. He apologize deeply for the inconveniente.
We stare at each other. I WANT to use the bathroom as soon as possible, I'm on the verge of having an accident, but I don't want to be the one that delay our night out. I'm really shaking at this decision.
I look into your eyes.
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I really don’t want to delay our night any more plus that I don’t want to use the men’s room maybe during our night I can go somewhere
“ no thank you we should be fine I just wanted to touch up on my make up “ I say giggling nervously as I squirm in place
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"Yes, thank you!" I say, almost bent over by how much I need to pee.
I wonder if you need to pee too: I drank white wine during the night, maybe too much, while you drank only water. But it seems that I'm the one that's about to lose it.
My damp thong adheres my private area in a sexy way, arousing me a little... I watch you as I think this and I start blushing!
I feel my head dizzy... maybe because of the wine, maybe because I'm with you. Stop! I need to stop thinking about you THIS way. We are just friends...
"Do you mind if I take my heels off? They're killing my poor feet!" I say, with a smile.
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“ no problem Sofia take them of if there bothering you “ I say blushing madly as I continue to squirm and feel a little pee on my thighs
“ I gotta hurry and think of a way to go or else “ I think to myself
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Walking barefeet on the street to the beach, feeling the grass under the toes and your damned heels collected into an hand can make you feel free, maybe relieved. That is not the case: I'm agonizing, a river of urine almost spurting out of my crotch.
Sometimes I have to stop for a second to regain control: I pretend to feel something soggy under my soles or to drop my shoe, but in fact it's just a way of holding on.
I'm minutes away of peeing myself, and I feel another spurt, this time bigger and more noticeable. My crotch is all wet, my romper too; my hands fly to take control and all my belongings drop to the ground. My feet are wet and there's a little drops under me, signaling that I had done something embarassing.
Did Katie notice?
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Katie notices Sofia and decides “ hey umm Sofia are you ok “ she says knowing what is going on but does this trying distract herself from the little spurts of pee going down her legs as she keeps her tighs together
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Panic takes control and I feel my mouth spelling "yeah, no problem. Let's go to the beach now, we're almost there!"
I manage somehow to stop peeing my romper and try my best to mantain my dignity, avoiding to think that you noticed what just happened. But how could you not have noticed?
Anyway, I collect my stuff from the ground, craving for your help. Are you willing to bend down?
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I don’t want to be embarrassed being the only one that needs to pee I want to wait till Sofia sees something I bend over and help her keeping one hand on my crotch as I feel some more come out and quietly wisper ohhh no
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I'm so busy collecting my stuff, holding on and trying not to piss myself that I don't even notice that you leaked a little.
My only glimpse at you reveal that you're wearing a blue lace thong... extremely sexy. I wonder if you did that on purpouse on wearing such a nice piece of cloting on our date or... these kind of thoughts again! Sofia, stay focused! First you need to find a discreet way to relieve yourself and not to reveal Katie about your need!
As I stand up, my head turns around a bit: too much alcohol for the night! We started walking again, but my bladder still spasms.
"Do you mind if I lit a cigarette, Katie?" I ask, trying to look cool and keep my body busy, while we approach the beach.
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“ I don’t mind “ I say looking distracted trying to find a discreet place to pee
“ I really hope I am not the only who has to pee and I really don’t want to stop what we are doing “ I think to myself as I try to hold squirming around
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Arriving at the beach, we see that no one is around: we are alone on this immense land of sand, sea and nightsky.
I lit my cigarette and try to speak at you, but you are distracted by something else, I see it.
It's even more difficult to hold a full bladder walking on the sand, where each step can make you fall on the ground.
"Where do you like to sit , Katie? How rude of mine: do you want to smoke too?" I ask, bobbing my long legs up and down.
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“ I am good thank you for offering “ I say squirming on the spot as a hear the water I quickly grab my crotch noticing you distracted aswell
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I see you squirming and I think that you are cold: it's pretty windy at the beach at night. I just want to cover you and hug you and then kiss you... but stop! Not again!
My flow of ideas about you, your beautiful body with nothing on but that lace thong I saw before... gosh! Well, I was saying, I get distracted by that and my bladder kick on.
A spasm make me kneel down on the sand where we are and another jet of hot urine spurts out of my body. My romper is all see-through on my crotch are and I bet you can see my vagina if there were any light.
"I have to tell you something, Katie..." almost crying, I say.
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I lift my dress and start holding my crotch feeling the wetness and almost crying as I feel the wetness not caring anymore “ I have something I have to tell you aswell “
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"Oh, Katie! Sorry, I don't mean to ruin this beautiful night, but can I speak first? I'm going to explode otherwise..." I say, on the verge of crying, my hands deep on my crotch.
I see you lifting your dress while I speak,and this makes my interest peek, but I need to finish what I started.
"I... I need to pee so badly!" tears flow down my cheeks as my fingers get wet another time by the release of a little portion of my bladder.
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“ I also need to pee It’s about to come out “ I say blushing madly as I hold my crotch tightly as bounce foot to foot
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"Really? That's why you were so distracted tonight? So I don't bore you?" I ask, blushing too with my tears still dropping from my cheeks to the sand.
"We are desperate to pee together" I laugh. Not a smart move: another little jet of pee escape through my crotch and my fingers.
Your little dance with your dress lifted up hypnotize me for a moment, but the urge of my swollen bladder wake me.
"We better find a bathroom soon, or we'll piss ourselves!" I say "Please help me get up, I'm stuck! I'm afraid if I move I'll pee!"
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I help you get up as little pee comes out as I grab my crotch “ yeah we need to find one fast do you know where there at “ I say keeping my legs crossed and holding my crotch in tears
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"Thank you, Katie!" I say, while I get up and cross my legs immediately. My inner legs are all wet and sandy and my feet too. I'm a mess, I think.
I hug you to keep my balance and our faces are so close! I hope I'm not the only one of us involved romantically... That's so stupid! I don't have to think to kiss you anymore, I just have to piss!
"I don't really know. Maybe we can try in that bar I planned for our night, but it's 5 minutes away... Or we can go outdoor...?" I say, anxious to hear your answer. I'm a bit too shy to pee outside a toilet, but this is an emergency.
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“ I don’t think I can wait 5 minutes so we have to do it outside I just don’t know where and how because one of us is going to have to stand guard” I say rubbing my tighs together as I hold my crotch
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"You're right, I can't hold on either!" I say desperately. "Maybe we can go behind those beach cabins..."
We approach the cabins slowly and with our hands deep in crotches: I observe you as you walk ahaed of me, your ass exposing in this sexy lace thong...
"And now that we are here: who goes first?" I say, dancing where I stand to keep my pee in.
I'm about to pop and you are too...
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“ I really don’t know I am litterly about to pop “ I say grabbing the sides of blue lace thong as I keep my thighs together rubbing them and crossing them
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"You're going to hate me for this, but can I go first, Katie?" I ask you, begging for your pity for my situation.
My feet are dancing pretty badly up and down at the moment and I can't help to feel a warming sensation spreading across my vagina. I'm starting to pee.
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“ Sofia please don’t I am litterly about to pull down my thong you see how wet it is” I say grabbing them and pulling them down slowly
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"I understand, Katie! Sorry! I... I'll stand guard!" I say, keeping an eye on your womanhood slowly exposing.
Hands in my crotch, my silent dance continues while I hear you hissing...
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“ I think we have enough cover for us to go together “ I say blushing as you see my thong at my mid thighs
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"Yes, you're right!" I can't believe my ears. That's what I wanted for all night: a relieving pee!
I try to reach my zipper in my back, but it's somewhat stuck. Agonazing, I try to reach it and unstuck it, but it's no use. Your pee sound is not helping me.
"Please, unstuck this little bastard for me, before I'll pee my panties" I say, almost shouting. I'm sweating...
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As I am squatting I reach over and help you with you’re zipper giving a sigh of relief “ I really had to pee “ I say blushing madly
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"I can see that!" I say, while your jet of piss becomes stronger and stronger near my feet. And also more loud: an hissing that makes me really uncomfortable...
As you try to help me, I feel I can't control myself anymore. The hand I got in my crotch becomes wetter and wetter and I can't fight it: I'm pissing myself.
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“We are almost there “ I say as my pee stream begins to die down
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I start cry and whimper in my romper. "i CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" I shout.
With a quick movement, I unzip almost brutally my romper, pull it down and slide my panties to one side, so my exposed trimmed vagina could erupt in a strong jet of piss.
"Oh, fuck!" I say, exhausted. My breast is out, revealing to you and anyone on the beach, as my crotch area.
I pee fiercefully for a minute, splashing my legs, feet, thong and lower side of romper.
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“ ohh wow “ I say blushing madly as I admire you’re naked body
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My eyes turn to the sky while I pee. I can't stop now that I started. I'm erupting more and more, my bladder is emptying itself.
I regain conscience of myself as I see you looking at my tits, then at my vagina, then at my tits again.
"Do you like what you see, Katie?" I say, still peeing, but now also blushing.
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All I can do is nod as I pull up my thong after I finish peeing
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My stream dies slowly and in constant pace, while I check your legs and ass and breast and everything. I like you! There's no way to deny it! I really like what I'm seeing! And I like you, a lot!
As I stand up from my crouched position and adjust my romper, you did something that I didn't expect.
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I quickly lean in and kiss you pull you away “ I I can’t” I say pushing you a side walking away in a fast pace
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Still half naked, I watch you as you walk away. I can't believe what I just experienced: I recieved a kiss from you, the girl I like, the girl I just had a wonderful and disastrous date with. I'm in shock.
I would like to run after you, to catch you and kiss you in the sand right here, but I feel like that's not what you want.
You said you can't. A tear drops by my cheek.
So I shout at you. A dumb move indeed, but I don't know what to do...
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And that was the little story that came out! Hope you guys enjoyed! I tried to not contaminate it too much, leaving all the spelling and grammatical errors because that was the way we wrote it.
The user that wrote this story with me is willing to do some more RP, so maybe you'll read another chapter of the story. A big thank you to this user, without them it wasn't possible to write this amazing story :)
Edited April 13, 2018 by Dealer
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The second chapter of the RP I'm doing privately with an anonymous user. Again, I'm trying to leave the text intact, like the one we wrote in first place: I'll delete only some messages between me and the user. Enjoy!
After gym desperation
I am waking up and quickly scramble to get up as I am late for my yoga class I teach at the local gym
i am Katie I got my brunette hair tied up in a ponytail black tight yoga pants that look like leggings and white lace thong a pink tank top in my rush I failed to notice my thong can be seen through my leggings and some of my crotch with my lips
as I enter my car and drive I notice a familiar urge I gotta pee “ I can wait till after class it usually doesn’t take long “
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"This is too comfy..." I say to no one while a ray of sun peaks through the window and burst into my room, revealing my almost naked figure under the freshly cleaned blankets.
I get up, only a pair of old panties on and a top that don't imprison my breast in a good way: if there was anyone in the room, they could have seen my side boob easily. My name is Sofia and my hair is a big golden mess.
While doing breakfast with a cup of pineapple juice and some too burned toast, I get dressed in a pair of black leggings (maybe pantyhose, they are really see-through lol), a pink thong, a pink training bra and a pair of black flip flops.
I'm ready to sneak in your yoga class!
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I soon get to the gym and quickly get out a little fidgety “ I should have used the bathroom but not enough time” I say quickly entering to go to my class
“ as long as I finish quickly and get to the girls restroom Quickly I should be ok “ I think to myself opening the doors
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As I flipflop around the stairs of my flat, I use my smartphone to point out where the gym you teach yoga is. I only know it's nearby where I live, but I don't know exactly where.
A bottle of water under my arm I notice that I'm very late for the class; thankfully I'm not too far away from the gym!
A long line of people is still shared outside the entrance when I see you opening the doors.
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I open the doors and quickly go in going straight to the door for my class eying the single person ladies room thinking to myself “ maybe I should head to the ladies room before I start but I am already late “
i quickly get on my spot at the front “ alright ladies I am sorry I am late I hope you are ready to start “
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I got in the bottom of the class and I see you, beautiful and glorious in those leggings and your pretty hair, face, body... I feel a twingle in my lower body but I try to remove this thought right now.
I sip from my bottle of water and then sip some more. I get my hair in a ponytail and I'm ready to do the first lesson of yoga of my life...
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I begin instructing the class on the various posses we are doing each one staring my bladder as I try and not have an accident
i notice you during the lessons and begin to blush but mainly focus on my need and teaching also watching you drink you’re water makes my need slightly worse
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"This class is too heavy for me!" I think while I try to keep up with the other girls around me. I sweat, a lot: I need to drink almost all the bottle in no time.
I see you, fidgeting on the spot where you teach class between the positions and I do the same: I think this is the correct thing to do, I imitate you. But then I realize no one is doing it and I blush madly feeling stupid.
I start to feel something on my bladder.
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It doesn’t take long for me to finish teaching the class as I notice my legs crossed I notice I am not the only one
“class dismissed “ I say smiling happy that I didn’t have a complete accident and all of my students except Sofia run to the bathroom before I even take a step
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"Whoa, girls calm down!" I think, without saying anything because I'm too shy "You really are desperate though!"
I can see lots of legs squirming, pee dancing, toes tapping on the wooden floor of the gym, but my eyes are all for Katie.
She's still at her teaching position, legs crossed in those see-through leggings and her thong... Mmmph! I bit my lip to calm me down.
I feel the urge to pee, not too much, but I feel the stress on my bladder, however I'm here for a reason. I didn't sweat so much for not even talk a bit with you about what happened the other night!
I approach you slowly, barefeet...
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I keep my legs crossed tightly as I Bite my lower lip watching everyone lining up for the bathroom “ ohhh no I was hoping to go before the line formed” I think to myself not noticing Sofia approaching
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Hey!" I say to you, almost making you jump from scare "What a great lesson!"
My legs are crossed as yours, when a girl particulary desperate in line shout to you "Katie, is there any other toilet in this gym? Some of us are VERY desperate!"
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I still have my legs crossed but on hand on my crotch “ sorry girls that’s the only one “
“ hey Sofia glad you enjoyed the lesson I didn’t think you would be interested in yoga “ I say blushing madly
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The girls groan while they wait impatiently, squirming.
"Yes, I'm interested since you told me so much about the other night!" I say, blushing too. I notice your crossed legs and I have mine in the same position, to relieve some swollen muscles.
I thought it would have been less complicated, but I'm confused right now. Should I talk to Katie about what I feel?
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I unknowingly say out loud as everyone can hear “ I should of peed at home know it’s an emergency “ I say as I got one hand on my crotch watching the line and Sofia noticing she is in the same predicament
i bigin blushing as the feeling I felt for her last night are coming back am I getting a roused watching her desperate for a pee like me
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My face turns red hearing you speaking so freely of your need: in my deepest mind I start to notice that seeing you desperate to pee arouses me. An hand fly to my crotch, to help me hold it, not to touch myself I swear!
My lips open to say "are you done with classes for today?"
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“ yeah I am done for the day “ I say blushing madly as rub my thighs together
i wonder if anyone else heard me say that I have to pee
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"Fine! Do you like to grab..." I start to say, when some girl from the line run past you and me saying "maybe the bar at the end of the streer have a bathroom, I can't take it much more!"
Running past me, the girl pushed me away so I lose my balance and end up on the ground, hurting my ass a bit...
"Ouch!" I say, immediately putting an hand on my crotch. All that water starts to push its way out!
"I was saying, do you like to grab something to drink or eat?" I get up, speaking up and wait for you reply
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I am rubbing my tighs together “ yeah that sounds like a plan maybe I can go pee there “ I say to you grabbing my crotch
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All your open pee-talking makes me blush even harder and also makes me realize how desperate I am to pee too.
"Maybe I can use the toilet too... My situation is like yours!" I say, winking at you
As we approach the door to exit the gym, I pull my legging up against my crotch to help me hold it. I do that discreetly, try not to gain attention, but you caught me.
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I bite my lower lip grabbing my own “ let’s hurry “ I say to embarrassed to think of what to say
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"You're right!" I reply.
As we cross the road, my flip flops makes a tch sound against my soles and I giggle at it, pointing it out for you. You giggle too and I cross my legs at the kerb, afraid of losing some.
I'm a 7 and a half on a 1-10 scale of desperation, but it's somehow comforting to see you desperate as well. And also sexy!
We enter the place when...
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I am 6-10 on the desperation scale we open the door and walk In I keep my legs crossed blushing madly trying not to catch anyone’s attention as I try to find the bathroom
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"K-Katie! I think we need to sit down and order first, then we c-can find the toilet..." a blush appears on my cheeks as I say that to you, not wanting to be rude, while I touch your arm.
We sit down near the door and I order a soda, while my legs cross and uncross under the table.
"What do you want to drink, Katie? They serve also frozen yogurt, if you desire..." I try to catch you attention, while you look around the place to find the bathroom.
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I would like a frozen yogurt then we can ask the waitress for the bathroom “ I say squirming in my seat
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"Sure! You can ask yourself if you want, she's right there" I reply with a wink
Seeing you squirming in front of me, with your perfect body exposing in your yoga attire, reminds me of our date and how it ended... especially the kiss part!
As I try to speak about that, you interrupt me...
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“ excuse me miss but do you know where the bathrooms are and I would like one frozen yogurt “ I say blushing madly as I have one hand on my crotch and continue to squirm
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"Down the corridor, the left door, miss." answers you the polite waitress "But there's a giant line at the moment: the brunch rush + the girls that just went out to the yoga studio on the other side of the street made the bathroom lounge really crowded..."
We give each other a look of concern, while our legs squirms.
My soda and your forzen yogurt arrived at the table and, while the waitress steps away from us, I try to convince you to talk about what happened the other night...
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I take A bite of my yogurt “ ohh my this is really good but what should we do about the line “ I say squirming as I eat my yogurt
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"Oh, Katie! Listen to me, please!" I almost shout while my cheeks are on fire and I stomp my feet on the ground "I'm trying to speaki clearly about my feelings for you and all you can think is going to the toilet!"
I didn't want to be rude, I just wanted to get recognized a little. I feel something between us and speaking freely is not so easy for me, due to my shyness.
"By the way, I'm also in need of a bathroom, you know?" I say, using the straw to make some bubbles in what remains in of the soda I ordered and drank.
An hand goes to my crotch and pulls my panties up my groin, while I listen to your words.
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“ I am sorry that I am desperate to pee I understand how you are feeling I do aswell but I really want to keep my panties dry “ I say blushing as I pull my thong on my crotch to help hold aswell
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"Oh, I see..." you're too cute, I can't get mad. Especially now that you're desperate, so sexy showing that thong and that ass of yours... I just want to come over and kiss you!
But I can't, or I will pee my pants... and I still don't know if you like me or not!
My feet tapping on the ground, while I finish my soda. My legs keeps shaking, not wanting to stop for a second. That's how bad I need to go...
"Well, Katie, we can't go to the toilet now even if we want... and I know how much you want!" I say in a rush of adrenaline "The line is so long that arrives at the counter, see?" I point you a line of people dancing on the spot that goes all around the corner and back to it. "I think we're stuck here. Or we can go elsewhere to talk... Have you finished your yogurt?"
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“ we can go back to the gym “ I say grabbing my crotch as I finish my yogurt
“ ohh no not again this Is just like the date we had but I am still getting turned on by her being desperate I don’t know what to do” I think to myself
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"Yes, sure!" I say, hoping that the gym will be to us a quiet place to talk... and maybe do some more (wink). As I pay at the counter, I can't help to shake my legs and dance on the spot. My hair dressed in a ponytail goes up and down as I squirm around.
Suddenly turning to see where you are, I catch you staring at my butt with your mouth open. I blush as I try to call you to get to the gym.
Exiting the bar, I continue to squirm and I feel a little drop of pee making its way into my panties...
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We quickly get to the gym “ hopefully there isn’t a line here “ I say as I open the door as I grab my pussy giving little moans
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Seeing you in such predicament arouses me so much I can't take it anymore.
"Katie, I know that's not the correct time and place to speak" my breathe goes away for a moment as a sudden pee wave hits me, making me leak a little more "I'm absolutely desperate for a pee at the moment, but I need to tell you that I LIKE YOU!" words comes out of me like a thunder.
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“ I like you two but can we talk about this after we go to the toilet “ I say as we both enter heading towards the bathroom
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Happy to hear it, even if said in a strange scenario, I enter with you in the bathroom to find out that only a stall is available.
"Listen, Katie!" I say, pee dancing a already stripping of my leggings "Last time you peed first, so this time it's my turn to go first..."
I make my way to the toilet, barefeet and bareass, feeling the pee forcing its way out and leaking badly, when you hold my arm...
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am pulling down my leggings and thong down “ I am litterly on the verge of the accident I should get to pee first “
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"Don't you dare, Katie!" My voice is peaking as a long shot of urine hits my feet. I'm literally 10 cms from the toilet and I'm peeing myself! How ironic!
I love seeing you half naked almost peeing yourself: it get me aroused so much I want to grab you and kiss you and touch you right there, making yourself more and more uncomfortable till you pop.
Naked from the waist down, i start peeing on the bowl: splashing sounds can be heard from all over the gym, I can bet on it. My face goes in pure ecstasy and my eyes turn upward. That's when I feel pushed aside...
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i am pushing on you’re butt trying to sit on the toilet and you can see some pee getting outside of the toilet bowl as I have a face of pure relief
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"No, Katie! What are you doing????" I ask you almost shouting, terrified of losing my privilege spot on the bowl "I was there first!"
My pee continues to splash everywhere, from the bowl to the floor, wetting my legs, my leggings and my thong. The relief of pissing is overwhelming but I must stay focused on not making a mess!
I push you with my butt till I can pee in the toilet too. Out asses touch and I feel a twinge in my vagina.
I look at you, peeing side by side with me, and I can't help but to kiss you.
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I notice you kissing me and start pushing on you more trying to pee on the toilet getting some over the toilet and on my leggings and thong
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We kiss passionately while our bladders release all the urine contained inside of them. I'm really excited and I can't help but to touch your face and your hair with my fingers. I finally suceed and I can't be more happy.
The pee splashing around our legs, toilet and feet, soaking our clothes seems to not finish, but my trickles starts to die while yours is still powerful...
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stream is still going strong as we continue to kiss passionately continue to pee
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I'm so aroused I can't keep my hands in place while I kiss: I start touching your back, then your boobs, then your back again. One hand firmly hold your hair and head, the other runs around your whole body.
Our tounges touches and I want to suck your lips so bad! Will you consider me too naughty on doing this?
My stream dies slowly, leaving myself exhausted.
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My stream dies down as we continue to kiss
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With my eyes closed, I keep on sucking your tounge out, your saliva in my mouth and mines in yours. I notice that the trickling sound coming from your private parts ended a moment ago and my hand finds its way down there.
As I touch your vagina, you tremble. "I didn't have to do that, now she'll think that I want only to fuck her, but it's not like that, I like her, so much and..." while I think that you do something unpredictable..
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I push you to the wall kissing you sucking you’re siliva and move my hand towards you’re vagina
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In the complete mess of pee that's the toilet cubicle we are in, I let you fuck me gently with your wet hand. My leggings and thong on the floor, I'm completely yours and I beg for more kiss and more handjobs down there.
"Keep on, Katie!" I shout, while I catch breath between our kisses.
I can't help it but squirt on your legs a moment later: maybe it's pee, I don't really know...
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” hey Sofia let’s go back to my place and finish “ I say giving you a wink as I kiss you
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Hope everyone liked this new chapter as I did. We are now working on a new one, so let's stay tuned! |
Here it is the third chapter of Katie and Sofia! Thanks again to the anonymous user that wrote with me this amazing RP: the major part (if not all) the ideas are theirs, I contribute only with a some changings. As always, I'm leaving the text in its original form, removing only our private messages. Enjoy!
Public Pool Pee
I play distractly with my golden hair, curling and culring a single lock, while waiting for you at the entrance of the public pool's bar area. My name is Sofia and I'm wearing a white bikini, maybe too much see-through, but not enough to reveal my private areas to the folk at the pool. My bikini bottom is a thong and I know you liked it so much because you looked at it for most of the time here at the pool.
"Hurry up, Katie! I'm melting!" I shout at you, trying to make you hurry: I really need an ice-cold soda. Too much sunbathing for this girl...
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I am running up my brown air in a ponytail wearing a sexy red bikini
“ sorry I am late Sofia “ I say sweating as I approach you
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You look stunning in this bikini: it really leaves me speechless everytime I see you approaching me, tanned and all wet from the pool.
"Don't worry, deary!" I say as I smack a kiss on the cheek. I can feel in my mouth the chlorine from your our last swim in pool: I don't like it. I like much better sensing your taste, just like we did in the bathroom of the gym last week...
"Please, an extra large soda for me and... what do you want Katie?" I say at the poor long sleeved bartender; it's a really hot day and I can't stand it anymore with this heat
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“ can I also get a large soda “ I say smiling as I also really thirsty
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"Cheers!" I say, while our cups full of sodas clinck. Whitin very few minutes I finish my cup already, that's how I was thirsty!
Trying to remain elegant, even if I just gulped down a very large cup of soda, I take your hand and take you to the pool. We cross the garden area and lay down on our spot, sunbathing.
"What a beautiful day!" I say, almost to myself. "What do you think Katie?"
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I chug mine before we headed towards the sunbathing area “ yeah it really is a beautiful day “ I say smiling as we are laying next to each other
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Under my shades, I look at your body laying next to me: I see you're a little fidgety, because your feet are moving up and down while we are laying, and your legs are squirming. I really like what I see...
I'm feeling my bladder fulling, but I can ignore it for now.
"Hey, Katie!" I try to gain your attention "Can you please spread me with sunscreen? not only the back, but also the front, pleaseeeeeeeee!" I ask you this with a wink.
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“ only if you do me “ I say winking at you as I get up noticing my bladder is full
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"Sure I'll do!" I say, giggling. I saw a smile starting on your face while you try to remain serious. I giggle so much I end up having both my hands in my crotch, holding myself.
I spread the sunscreen on your body as I lay above you: I start from your feet and legs, then up your arms, torso and back. I pinch jokingly your ass and we laugh. When I arrive at the bladder area I push a little more.
"What's wrong, deary?" I ask you, seeing your contractions.
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“ ohh it’s nothing really just finish applying my sunscreen “ I say blushing madly
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"Ok, then..." I say as I squirm a little in place.
"I'm done with the sunscreen, Katie" I stand up, my toes in the grass, I squirm a little to regain my balance. "Today is really too hot, I would like to swim a little in the pool..." I say, biting my lips.
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yeah I would love to “ I say smiling as I get up also squirming
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"The last one that dive in needs lose!" my mouth shout as I start running barefeet to the pool
I feel the warmth of the tiles near the poolside under my soles and I need to get into that water soon or I'll melt my feet!
I see you running behind me, your perfect body in that red sexy bikini... wow!
As I jump to dive, I take my legs up and feel a little uncomfortable down there. "Hope I can last longer than Katie this time!" I think
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I quickly jump in behind you the cold waster on my body makes me shiver as my need increases
“ ohh wow I didn’t think I was so full” I think to myself as we swim and play together in the water
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I splash you with water while singing "I won! I won!" laughing.
We play together in the water for some time, in which I go underwater and pull your down with me, kissing you in the mouth. We are so happy to spend a day at the pool like this!
I feel a discomfort by now and I tell you that "Katie, do you like to stay some more in the pool, or do you like to sunbathe a little more?"
My legs scissor underwater to keep me in surface. but also because I start to feel the need to pee, and all this water is not helping me
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“ ohh this water is making me need to go more especially after we kissed underwater “ I think to myself crossing my legs underwater
“ yeah we can go back an sunbathe “ I say smiling as we get out the water squirming a little as I do
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"Ok, deary!" I say, winking at you "You still need to spread the sunscreen on me! My skin is so delicate..."
My legs bounce up and down while sitting on the grass, smoking a cigarette and waiting to dry myself.
"I need to go, but I don't want to leave this fantastic view" I think to myself, as I watch your ass in that red bikini
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I sit down next to you keeping my legs crossed as they bounce waiting to dry “ it’s really hot out today “ I say smiling at you
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"Yes, it is..." I say, while my hand wander to your back, scratching gently your shoulders.
I feel like I need to kiss you again, but I don't want to be too horny in such a public place or to smoochie with you. You could think I'm not the girl you thought!
My hair almost dried for the heavy sun, I get up to say with a giggle "do you want anything to drink? I'm thirsty again!" My legs crossed, I'm stading beside you "do you want to come with me?"
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I stand up crossing my legs “ how about some shaved ice and I’ll come with you “ I say smiling
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"Thank you" my eyes wander to find the toilet while we approach the bar again. We are so close, but I don't want to leave like this and also I want to see you squirming around...
I can't help it but to pee dancing on the spot while we order our shaved ice and pay for them. I cross and uncross my legs but I know that in some moments I will be super desperate for a piss.
I look at you and...
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i am rubbing my tighs together as I eat my shaved ice “ I really need to pee but I don’t want to be rude and ruin this amazing date “ I think to myself looking at the toilets
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When I finally take the courage to speak to you about my need - and the willpower to not look at your sculptured body - we got approaced by a group of girls we are friends with... Or at least you are friend with, they are just random encounters to me.
I squirm and twist my legs on the spot, trying to suppress the urge of pee, while we start chatting.
"Boy, that soda really passed through me!" I gasp, feeling a tiny spurt comes out
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as we are chatting with them I keep my legs crossed as I continue to squirm thinking to myself “ I should not have had all that soda and that shaved ice”
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I notice your pee dancing and, being side by side with me, it seems like we are dancing along to a silent song. I feel another spurt coming out in my bikini, so I blush madly saying "Excuse me, girls! I need to go a moment to... well, to... to my car, yes my car... I left there my... my lighter! Yes, yes..."
My blush increase as I leave you there with your friends and I try to walk straight to the toilet, without making anyone notich my desperation.
Opening the door to the toilet I almost faint seeing the long line that waits for me.
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i am blushing as I continue to squirm trying not to let it show as I continue to talk with the girls hoping that one of them would mention that they have to pee so I am not the one forcing everyone to go looking for signs
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I swear in my mind, trying to remain calm on the outside. My legs can't stand still and the teens in front of me are looking at me weirdly, figuring out what my problem is.
There are still 3 girls in line and I feel another long spurt damping my bikini thong. I cross my legs, the left one remains folded in the air, just to be sure not to completely piss myself.
"I wonder if Katie needs to go like I do..." I think, in a desperate attempt to clear my mind out
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i am rubbing my tighs together looking at the girls “ are they not desperate or anything come on it’s hot they I am sure one them or all of them are “ I say looking at there lower bodies for signs of them being desperate
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"Just... One... More... Girl" my brain thinks as I'm approaching the only working stall in the toilet's pool. My hands are in my crotch, holding tightly my pussy: I'm going to lose control any minute now. I'm really really desperate and I spurt and spurt in my bikini.
My legs froze as the last girl in line before me enters the cubicle: that means I'm next! Yeeeheee!
Some drops of urine flow slowly down my legs to my barefeet. I can't take it anymore and hearing the water from the sink running is not helping!
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“ hey I am going to bathroom real quick “ I say blushing madly as rub my tighs together
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"Oh God! It's my turn!" I don't know if I thought that or if I actually said it out loud.
It's so arousing holding a full bladder, but it's not the same without Katie around... maybe with her also squirming!
I can't help to run, in a very clownesque way, to the cubicle, while the girl in front of me makes her way out of the toilet.
Another spurt escapes me, as I agonize with the door of the bathroom. As soon as I succeed to lock the door of the bathroom, I hear a loud knock...
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“ hey Sofia it’s me Katie can you let me please it’s an emergency “ I say rubbing my tighs together going from foot to foot
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"You can enter the cubicle..." I say, unlocking the door while holding myself in the crotch, "...but you have to watch me pee before!"
The door opens loudly and I see your desperate face entering the cubicle door: as you enter I sit on the bowl, slide my panties on one side and start peeing.
The hissing sound of my urine spilling out can be audible from across the room and I shrug in excitment of finally peeing...
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I close the door behind me locking it trying to distract myself from the sound of you peeing I still se it come out grabbing my crotch as keep my legs crossed “ I had to cut the long line and I told them I was just doing my makeup “ I say blushing madly as I look at you with an envious look as you are getting to pee before I can go
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"Oh, Katie! Do you need to pee bad?" I say, winking at you, releasing all my pee and getting some also into my hands by accident.
Urine still flowing out of me, I watch at your predicament...
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“ yeah I definitely need to pee “ I say blushing as go from foot to foot grabbing myself
“ and watching you go isn’t helping “ I say blushing madly as I watch and hear you’re pee come out
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"I see that, deary..." I bite my lips seeing you in such a sexy way like this and also for the pleasure of releasing a full bladder. "You want my seat, don't you? Beg me!"
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“ please let me sit on the toilet “ I say making a cute face as I continue to squirm holding my crotch
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"Mmmmmm I don't think you are begging hard enough!" I say, blushing but also touching myself as my trickle slowly dies...
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“ please you wonderful beautiful Sofia please let me use the seat you are on to pee “ I say squirming as I continue to grab myself
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"Better, my little Katie! Now said it with a british accent!" it's almost as sexy as funny... but for sure it's really sexy!
My stream died and now I'm just seated on the toilet, while you dance in front of me, desperately.
"I like seeing you in need of the toilet, deary!" I say, blushing and laughing "How much do you need to go?"
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In a British accent “ I need to go really bad “ I say squirming as I watch you sitting on the toilet
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"maybe now I can let you go..." I say, while I feel sincerely sorry for keeping Katie too much away from the toilet, desperate as I was moments before entering here.
I lift from the seat and adjust my thong to cover my pussy.
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As you get up from the seat I say “ thank you “ as I pull down my bottoms and sit on the toilet giving a sigh of relief as my pee gushes out of me
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I remain here watching you puffing and panting as you pee out loud. Your face of pure relief is so hot I can't help but to kiss you...
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I kiss you back as we are kissing each other as I finish my pee
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After we kiss, I say "maybe it's better to head outside of this bathroom: there is a line a furious young women trying to kill you because you cut the line before!"
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I hope everyone had enjoyed reading this new chapter. There will be more in future :)
P.S.: I'm playing Sofia, if you're asking... |
A little warning first: in this story there will be a poop scene. The user I'm RPing with likes also poop desperation and just made it scenarios, beside pee desperation, and they wanted to add this scene; it combines the story pretty neatly, and I adore their way of thinking and writing.
To the Festival
As I approach your car, the wind let my golden long hair fly on my shoulders. I'm humming to myself, thinking if I got all the things I'll need at the festival we are going.
"So, in my backpack there is: food - Katie takes care of the beverages - a clean pair of panties, a clean skirt, socks, a hoodie, a tshirt of my favourite band, a torchlight, a..." my thoughs get interrupted by your voice, calling me.
"Sofia, what are you doing standing there?" you call me preoccupied.
I rush to enter the car and give you a quick kiss on the cheek, while I pull out my shades and put them on...
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I am wearing my shades hair down wearing a white sundress that reaches my upper tighs it’s a little see through and you can see my dark blue panties and bright pink bra wearing white sandals and my nails are bright pink and bright blue “are you ready “. I say smiling as I approach with my cooler full of drinks
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"Super ready! I can't wait to arrive to the festival!" I say, determinated to stay positive and to have lots of fun with you!
You look at me and I can see that you like what I'm wearing: a pair of leather sandals on my feet with natural color polish, a pair of violet lace panties, a pair of jeans shorts (really short!), a very small t-shirt (not so long, so my belly is exposed) and a violet bra.
I see your panties through your sundress and I feel aroused instantely. "Babe, are you trying to seduce me?" I say, using a fake male voice, trying to mock guys...
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I lift up my sundress reavealing my panties and you can see the outline of my lips “ I am know “ I say giving you a wink
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"That's why I like you, Katie!" I say, kissing your cheek again and again and wanting to put an hand on your pussy and touch you till you moan and... Well, my thoughts are going for theirselves, aren't they?
Anyway, you are driving and it would very dangerous doing that...
I start sipping a bottle of water you brought for the travel and not before long I had finished it. I noticed that there is an empty bottle on the backseats and I ask you "did you drink that one?"
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“ yeah I was really thirsty on the way to you’re house “ I say blushing madly as I keep an eye on the road
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"Well. I think that now we are even" I say, pointing at the empty bottle that I have in my hand.
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“ even on what “ I say blushing madly looking at the empty cup
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"We had the same amount of liquid inside us..." I say, opening a soda.
"But this is going to change soon!" I start gulping down the soda.
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“ you are on “ I say also opening up a soda
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"Are you challenging me, Katie?" I say, with a fake furious face "I am the master of soda-drinking, I warn you!"
I gulp down the soda as fast as I can, finishing it in very a brief period of time, while you drink yours. Then I open another one and start to gulp it down...
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I start gulping mine faster attempting to catch up to you
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"Ahah" gulp gulp "I'm beating..." gulp gulp "you!!!" gulp gulp
I finished the soda and tossed the empty can in the backseat, winking at you.
"Do you want to be humiliated again?" I say, pointing at two bottle of water.
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“ no I have to drive “ I say tossing my empty can to the back blushing
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"Poor little Katie is afraid of lose" I say, mocking you and laughing.
I don't mean it to be bad with you, it was just fun, that's all. I smile at you and I know I like you so much...
Anyway, I say "I really have to drink all this water alone?" with a cute face
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“ I’ll drink some with yo but we need to save some for the festival “ I say winking at you
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"Oh, yeah... sorry! I was so into competing with you that I forgot" I say with a giggle.
An hour passed and I feel asleep while you are driving.
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“ it’s ok “ I say smiling as I see you going to sleep as focus on the road
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"K-katie..." I say, waking up and don't knowing where I am "How long did I sleep?"
Suddenly I feel a twinge in my bladder and I twist my legs, crossing them. My barefeet waves in the air while I put an hand between my legs...
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“ sorry I wasn’t paying attention “ I say one hand on my pussy as I am tapping my free foot and using the other on the gas pedal bitting my lower lip
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"D-deary... May we stop soon, please?" I say, trying to look cute, but being desperate to the bones "I n-need to use the restroom..."
My legs are double-crossed and I can't resist the feeling of arousal from seeing that you're touching yourself too. Do you need to pee too? I think I know the answer...
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“ yeah I also need to pee I’ll try and find somewhere to stop “ I say cutely as I look out the window
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"S-so, you think you can pull out at the next stop area or do you like to see me desperate?" I say with a wink.
My hands deep in the crotch, I like how you squirm in the seat
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“ I’ll try “ I say bitting my lower lip squirming as I continue to grab my crotch driving
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"Oh!" I shout, as I feel a little spurt damping my lace panties
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“ what’s wrong babe” I say continuing to squirm and hold myself as I drive
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"I... I peed a little, deary!" I say, my hands deep in the crotch. My bladder hurts.
I'm really regretting that silly competition
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“ I’ll step on “ I say hitting the gas as I try to get us to the rest stop
“ don’t worry I also really gotta pee “ I say blushing keeping my hand on my crotch as I feel a little pee come out
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"Thank, babe! I'm really desperate!" my voice comes out almost as a whisper.
"Here's the rest stop!" I point out the next right lane
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I start pressing the gas to slow down and get in “ we made it “ I say smiling still holding myself
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I smile at you, proud of your driving skills. Again you save the situation, my little deary babe.
As I get out of the car, I need to hold myself to avoid any leakings. I run inside of the building with you, my flip flops making lots of noise: we screen the whole place in search for a toilet.
When we find it, we discover a mad line for the bathroom, really long and full of desperate ladies.
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I am still holding my crotch but rubbing my thighs together as we get in line ask the lady infront of us “ I am so sorry for bothering you but what is going on why is there a line “ I say blushing madly as I continue to squirm
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"Two buses full of yuong girls going to that music festival and some bad previsions about how much a bladder can contain. miss" the lady said, pointing ahead. We see the girls she was talking about: they're all our age or so, pee dancing on the spot or with their legs crossed.
"Five minutes left, girls. Then we will hit the road" shouted the bus driver into the bathroom lounge.
I'm still holding my crotch as we see this scene: another little spurt makes its way out of me, damping my jeans shorts.
"What do we do, Katie? I need to pee!!!!" I ask you, almost crying
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“ they only have 5 minutes left I am sure we can wait “ I say holding myself as I rub my thighs together
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"If you say so..." I say, crossing and uncrossing my legs, in a dancing like movement.
I look at you, at your squirming pace and your cute little face biting lips. I want to kiss so bad, but I don't dare to move from my position, I'll risk to piss myself!
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“ how many stalls are in there “ I ask squirming as I continue to squirm
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"I think there are 5 stall, but..." as I'm speaking a cleaning lady comes in and starts shouting:
"Please, everyone out! An urgent problem at the plumbing system force us to close the toilets. Please out of the building!"
"What?" I say, almost crying "Is this happening for real?"
My legs keep squirming and I can't resist to pee dancing on the spot. I feel my hand placed in the crothc getting wetter.
"What do we do, K-katie? Should we risk using the next rest stop area's bathroom or what?"
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“ I’ll take my chances at the next reststop “ I say grabbing myself as we turn around making our way to the car
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You hold my hand as we run across the parking lot and we see the girls returning desperately on the buses.
As we return on the street, we are more and more desperate for a piss
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I keep my thighs together holding myself as we enter the car and starting it as I start reversing with one hand grabbing my crotch and rubbing my thighs together I tell you “ if we are faster we can beat them to the next stop “ I say hitting the gas
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"Please, drive as fast as you can, it's starting to come out!" I say, tears in my eyes.
But soon we face a problem...
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I soon stop the car “ I can’t we are stuck in traffic “ I say grabbing my pussy crossing my legs as press on the breaks bitting my lower lip
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"Fuck!" I curse out loud "and now what are we going to do?"
I begin to cry, not wanting to piss myself in your car. I unbutton my jeans short to relieve some pressure on my bladder, but it's not enough...
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“ I really don’t know “ j say still in the same position
“ do you have any ideas Sofia “ I say looking for an opening or something we can use to get out of this traffic
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"Maybe we c-can switch lane, but..." my voice comes out as a stutter "...oh no! Also that lane is pretty j-jammed right now!"
My legs are bouncing up and down, I can't stand still for more than 2 seconds. I'm on the verge of wetting myself.
"Did you throw away all the bottle we drank before?" I ask desperately
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“ yeah why “ I ask my voice sounding strained as I squirm continuing my position
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"Fuck! We could have piss in them!" I curse, tears running on my cheeks
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“ I am sorry I didn’t think we would hit traffic “ I say also starting to tear up
“ it’s a risk but I can go off road and quickly reach the next rest stop “ I say readying up
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"Yes, yes, please do that!" I'm almost shouting. that's how bad I need to pee
In the meantime I pull my jeans shorts off the way and I am now only wearing my wet violet lace panties and a t-shirt, still holding myself
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I grab my crotch as I hit the gas going off road heading away from the traffic or the closest rest stop
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"S-so b-b-bumpy!" my voice is shaking due to the road we are going on. I feel another long jet to pee exiting my pussy, so I grab myself tight just in time.
"How.. How are you doing, Katie?"
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As we are driving I can’t help but let out s little shriek as a little pee comes out “ I gotta hurry “ I say driving a little faster
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"Hurry up, deary! It's coming out!" I say, shivering
"How long till the next rest stop area?"
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“ I am trying baby mine is also coming out and I don’t know it should not be far know” I say driving as fast as I can
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"Ok, ok, but as s-soon as we arrive there, I'll get to go first! I'm super desperate!"
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no way I should get to go first I am the one driving and we are in this mess because you wanted to have a drinking competition “ I say as little bit of be comes up still going as fast as I can
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"But.. but..." I'm crying now, very much: I'm not used to be the weak one between us, plus I'm almost peeing myself. However you are right, I was the one that wanted the competition and I will pay the price.
Whilst thinking all of this, we arrive at rest stop area: a very large parking lot, with lots of cars, with a big building far from the entrance lane...
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i Park the car getting down holding myself going from foot to foot “ come on Sofia put on you’re shorts “ I say outside of the car
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Hopping back and forth on only one leg, I put on my short but leave them unbuttoned. I run with you to the bathroom, holding your hand and almost tripping on my flip flops.
People can see my lace panties but I don't care: I just need a toilet!!!
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We are by the entrance holding onto each other’s hands “we are almost there Sofia “ I say gripping myself tightly not caring who sees my panties
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"The fuck!" I shout when I see that the bathroom lounge is huge, but all the stalls are occupied and there is a giant line of desperate women.
I recognize some of the girls from the buses: some of them are very desperate, holding themselves and pee-dancing; other girls are relieved, because they're exiting the cubicles; another one is losing her battle, pissing herself in her shorts kakhis and loafers directly on the floor.
Seeing such a scene make my bladder even more full, or at least that's what it feels like to me. I'm pee-dancing on the spot, my jeans shorts lowered almost at mid-thigh, as I'm pulling my lace panties up my crotch: if anyone turns around in this moment, they could see my vagina completely.
The wet patch on my crotch slowly expands as we take our spot in line, between a very cute frantic African-American girl and a squirming semi-naked redhead.
I turn to you and I whisper in your ear, despite the awful sound of three flushing toilets all at the same time "I can't hold it anymore! Do you think you can ask these girls if they let us cut the line?"
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I lift up my dress revealing my panties as they are wet as I keep my legs crossed “ I am really sorry I was wondering if I could cut infront of you girls I am about to have an accident “ I say tearing up looking at the 5 infront of me
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"Well... ok" says one of the girls, seeing Katie in such a desperate condition. Then they get to one side, to the wall, so the next available will get to Katie.
I stand there beside you, next to the toilet when a girl grabs my t-shirt and pulled me apart. "We said ok to the brunette only! You can't cut the line!" a very desperate girl shouted at my face.
"But.. I..." I stutter a little before returning to our original spot in the line. I'm still squirming and shaking, trying every move that I know to not pee my pants.
I watch you with puppy eyes as you enter the stall.
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Before I enter the stall I look at you smiling winking at you sticking my Tongue out as I enter the stall closing it behind me
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"Katie, you mean..." I murmur to myself, almost exploding. I feel more and more spurts coming, but somehow I manage to be controlled. My poor muscles hurts so much!
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I quickly pull down my panties to my knees and sit down giving a sigh of relief as my pee gushes out of me
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I can hear a very loud hissing sound coming from your stall, with some sighs of relief. I grab my pussy even more, but it's no use: I'm going to wet myself any moment now. I need to take a decision...
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as my pee stream ends you hear a loud fart coming from my stall as I pull down my panties to my thighs and you hear me grunting
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The girls that let you cut the line start banging on your door. "You said you were going to have an accident!" "You filthy liar!" "There are someone out here in a real need of a piss!" shout the girls, squirming and shaking when you poop.
The redhead girl behind me starts to pee herself: I can see a trickle coming from under her striped dress and down to her legs, while she whisper "God, no, please, just a sec!"
I'm in no better shape: piss is spurting out of me like crazy! I'm almost seated on my heel, as it push into my pussy. It hurts so much!
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I wasn’t lying I after I finish peeing I started to feel the need to poop and couldn’t stop “ I say as my voice sounds like I am grunting as my final piece of poop is crackling on its way out slowly
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In the general chaos, a cubicle opens and a tiny girl tries to fight the orde of desperate gals that want to pee in that cubicle. The winner, however, is the leaking redhead, aka the fastest between all the girls.
As soon as she enters the cubicle, she lifts her dress and pulls her panties to one side, pissing full force, without even closing the bathroom door.
I can't be indifferent to all of that: I'm practically pissing on myself right now. I'm so desperate I can't even stand. I feel my heel getting wetter: the floodgates are open!
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As I finish pooping e get up and start wiping “ ok I am going to start wiping do you girls can have you’re turn “ i say making sure I am clean
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The girls shout at you, pleading to open 'that fucking door! We are going to piss our pants!' They are dancing on the spot, with their hands on the crotch. The African American hot girl that was in front of us was now crying, while the redhead peeing girl is still gushing on another stall, with the door still open.
I'm literally having an accident, so I decide to rush to the sink area: there I climb on a sink, pull my jeans shorts and panties down - still pissing through my hand in the crotch - and my little trickle of urine becomes a rivulet and then a river, exploding out of my pussy.
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i finish wiping and flush pulling up my panties “ ok I am done” I say smiling as I open the door
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When you open the door, the girls rushed in, trying to get the only available stall, all really desperate.
Meanwhile I'm still seated at the sink, hot pee gushig out of me and splashing on the ceramic. I'm completely drenched and I'm wetting more and more. Some girls look at me with a disgusted face; other ones laugh at me; all of them suffer my relief: hearing someone peeing while you need to is bad!
I don't care what they think: now I'm in heaven. Releasing all that urine from my bulging bladder makes me shiver and moan, almost orgasmically. I love it!
Some pee is dripping from my toes, making a little puddle on the tiled floor...
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” hey Sofia I tought they would let yo cut aswell “ I say blushing approaching yo
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I wake up from my pee-ecstasy hearing your voice. I'm still peeing but the river is now becoming more and more weaker.
"No, they didn't!" I reply, making an angry face at you "and I had to find a solution myself! I'm soaked wet: what are we going to do with this, Katie?" I'm sobbing under my breath, almost faking it to make you feel guilty...
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I lean in and kiss you on the lips and pull away after a few seconds “ let’s go get you changed “ I say grabbing you’re hand and pulling you along
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The cheapest Motel
katie was just waking up wearing a red tank top and a pair or dark blue panties was sitting on the bed legs crossed and one hand on her crotch legs crossed holding herself as she squirmed noticing Sofia next to her
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Sofia, still sleepy in her cutie light blue panties and white top, yawned next to her best friend and lover Katie.
"Mmmmm what time is it?" I whisper, not wanting to get up "Do we really need to get out of the bed? I want to cuddleeeeeee..."
While trying to hug you from behind, I feel a spasm in my bladder: the first sign of needing to piss real bad!
"Did I use the toilet last night?" I think to myself "Fuck no! I was rather drunky and I fell asleep as soon as we arrived to out hotel room..."
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“ I didn’t ether they told us our bathroom in our room is out of order “ I say getting up crossing my legs grabbing myself
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"Fucking cheap motels" my voice comes out more grunting than I expected
Uncovering me from the sheets, I cross my left leg on my right one. I'm desperate...
"What do we do know, deary?" I ask you, pleading for an answer...
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“I think there is a public bathroom but I am to desperate to pee to put on some clothes “ I say keeping my legs crossed adjusting my panties
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"Do...Do you want me to dress you, d-deary?" I propose to you, still crossing my squirmy legs.
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“ we don’t have to let’s just go we can get dressed after we pee “ I say squirming
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"O-Okay, Katie!" I say, holding your hand and following you out of the room.
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“ want to try knocking on somebody’s door and hope they let us use there toilet “ I say squirming in place
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"Yeah, good idea!" I say, squirming bad as we walk around the corridor, desperate "maybe they'll feel pity for this two poor hot girls like us!" I giggle as I grab my crotch.
I start knocking on the front door of our room...
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I also knock holding my crotch as rub my thighs together “ I hope they do “
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"I..." I'm starting to say, when the door opens and a grumpy fat middle age man comes out.
"What do you want, kids?" he says to us, checking us out from head to toes.
"We... W-we just wanted to know if you would be so kind to let u-us use your toilet: our is broken and.." my voice is squeaking and as I'm talking I'm dancing on the spot. I notice that you are covering behind me, doing the same pee-dance...
"Oh! Please, please come in, girls!" he says, licking his lips like he wants us for dinner. "You can do whatever you want in my bathroom..."
I look at you, puzzled like 'do you really need to go that bad to use this pervert toilet?'
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“ let’s try someone else’s bathroom “ I say wispering to you’re ear
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"Thank you, sir! We are good for now, sorry for having wasted your time..." I say, blushing and taking your hand, still squirming.
He tries to say something, but we walk away quickly.
"This time you have to knock! I'm still shocked for that ugly man!" I say, bouncing my legs up and down.
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“ I will don’t worry hopefully this time we get a nice lady “ I say approaching the next to knocking on the door holding myself crossing my legs
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"I hope so... I can't hold it much longer!" I say, desperately, holding your hand.
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holding you’re hand and rubbing my thighs together I keep on knocking on the door “ come on I really gotta pee” I say starting to sweat as feel the urge building up as I can feel it attempting to come out
“ I wonder how we are going to do this if they only have one toilet “ I think to myself looking a Sofia squirming
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I feel a spurt coming out and damping a little my panties. They become see-through and you can see my lips.
"God! I'm bursting, Katie!" I say at you, still squirming and holding my hands on the crotch "Do you think someone will come answer the door? Maybe we will have more luckt using the public bathroom downstairs..."
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“ let’s try a little more “ I say knocking on the door squirming even harder as a little pee comes out also dampening my panties
i start banging on the door “ please open up it’s an emergency “ I say rubbing my tighs together and as I am holding you’re hand and using the other to knock on the door you can see the outline of my lips in the small wet spot on my panties
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Suddenly the door burst open and a lady in his 70s screams at us "what do you want, girls? Are you trying to take my money? Go away!"
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we were wondering if we could use you’re bathroom it’s an emergency “ I say blushing madly going from foot to foot as I continue to squirm
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"No, no! Go away! You want to enter my room to steal from me..." shouts the old lady "Herman! Herman, come here!!!"
"Maybe we should go" I whisper in your ear, hopping from foot to foot, trying my best to not leak again.
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“ yeah let’s go to the lobby we are sorry to bother you “ I say as I hold you’re hand grabbing my crotch as we are making our way to the lobby
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"Fucking lady, bitch..." I swear under my breath, while we walk to the elevator and Herman, that lady's husband, watches our asses going away.
I'm still damped down there and I feel like I'm going to leak more and more. The last few weeks were very stressful for my bladder and I can't take it anymore: I feel like my bladder is becoming weaker...
At the elevator door we wait impatiantely that it arrives at our floor. I bend over and sit on a heel, trying to reduce some pressure.
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I feel a little more leak out and wimper as I cross my legs holding my crotch “ fuck her she could of let us go “ I say as a little pee runs down my legs
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Ping! The elevator arrives and opens its door in front of us.
We jump in and I sit on the ground, my left heel deep on the crotch.
"I can't stand it anymore!" I shout. Watching your groin getting wet and pee running down your legs make me even more desperate.
I feel a huge jet of piss spurting out: my hand fly to my panties, pulling then up, without stopping the flow.
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“ I can’t ether but we gotta try “ I say felling my hot pee on my thighs and crotch as you can see my lips as I grab my crotch tightly wimpering hitting the button for us to go to the lobby
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Our journey in the elevator is really short, we were only at the secondo floor, but it seems never-ending for both of us.
I can't stop spurting, even after exiting the elevator: we walk slowly into the lobby and we approach the guy behind the counter.
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“ excuse me but we’re is the bathroom “ I say pouting as keep a hand on my crotch rubbing my thighs together as I grimace desperately holding in my pee that is escaping in little spurts
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The guy stare at us, with his mouth open and his eyes almost popping out of his head. "O-on the l-left at..." he says, before being interrupted by a man in his 60s or late 50s, owner of the motel.
"You girls can't go around here in your underwear! You should go dress yourself up or I..." the owner bark at us "wait a minute! Are you two peeing?"
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I grab you’re hand as more pee escapes “ we are so sorry “ I say pulling you with me to the girls restroom
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I can hear the owner screaming at us, but I don't understand any word: all my attention is focused on my bladder.
I let you carry me to the bathroom, while my already soaked panties leaves drops of urine where I had just step. My legs are all wet, as my pee is trickling down.
I'm crying but my throat is sore and I'm unable to speak.
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I open the door and hold myself going from foot to foot I go to one stall and try to open it but it won’t budge and I notice all 3 stalls have a pay to open slot on them and to my horror all 3 are in use
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"Do you carry any cash, Katie?" I say "I don't want to use the sink again!!!"
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“ umm no they are in my clothes up stairs “ I say pouting as I have both hands on my crotch “ maybe we can quickly sneak in after one of these ladies gets out “
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"Oh God! I hope someone will come out soon! I'm pissing myself!!!" I shout, hoping that this will make someone hurry up
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I knock on the three stalls door “ are you almost done “ I say moaning as I grab my pussybas I am leaking a little
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A woman get out of the door, while she adjust her dress down to her hips. She looks at us puzzled, while we are grabbing ourselves and almost pissing our panties.
You run to the door and grab it and look at me. I don't think I can hold it any longer
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“ I really gotta pee “ I say grabbing myself at the door
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"I need to go, Katie! Can I go first, please?" I beg you
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“ I am about to pee myself I need it first “ I say pouting
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"No way! I am..." I begin to stay, standing up, but my bladder just let it go.
I can't hold it and piss starts to spurt violently out of ny pussy, into my panties and makes a puddle on the floor. My legs are totally soaked and I feel exhausted...
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“ ohh no “ I say as the next spurt of pee is the last to come out as I finally let go peeing my panties and soaking the floor
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I look at you and my stream grows greater and more powerful. I feel so relieved and aroused...
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I also look at you relived and aroused not being able to say a thing
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Our puddle of urine on the floor become bigger and bigger and eventually crash into each other, to make a mega puddle.
As soon as I finished peeing, I look at you still relieving and immediately feel the need to hug you and never let you go: I... I feel like I love you!
I start to walk towards you, but my bare soles slip in the puddle and I get covered by our urine. My hair, my panties, my top, my breast, they all got covered in piss.
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let me join you “ I say leaning in giving you a kiss
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Warning: this story contains mild pooping. Enjoy!
Water Park Troubles
"Hey, deary! I just recieve an interesting e-mail!" I yell at you, checking mails on my laptop while sitting on the bed of my room. I'm Sofia: we just woke up and I'm still in my adorable rose summer teddy bear PJ, aka a pair of short shorts and a top too large for me. I'm wearing my hair in a chignon and I'm dangling my right foot off the bed as I wait for you to come out of the bathroom.
Since what happened in our last trip while we were staying in that cheap motel, I decided that I would be more, how to say, aware of my bladder. I can't go around pissing myself, despite the arousal that I and you feel about it. It's better leaving that in the bedroom...
Still dangling my foot, I shout at the bathroom door "Apparently I won a free entrance for two at Acqualand!"
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I have my hair tied with a towel as I am wearing my purple bra and panties “ you got two free tickets to aqualand “
i get excited and start telling you “ it’s has some of the funnest water slides and some of the water theme parks you can’t find any where else “ I say smiling walking up to you
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"Deary, you had a shower and didn't invite me in?" I say, winking at you and waiting for a kiss as you enter the room.
"Would you like to go today? You can use my bikini, so we don't have to stop by your place and collect stuff. Today's so sunny and warm!" I propose you while you dry your hair.
Then I walk to the toilet to pee: my bladder is still full from the night and I needed to pee since we woke up.
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“ yeah I would love to go today “ I say smiling as I walk over to we’re you have you’re bikinis at
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I get off my PJ pants and panties and sit to the toilet. As soon as I sit, pee starts to flow out of me: I was bursting.
While peeing I shout at you, trough the open bathroom door, "Choose the one you like most: we have almost the same size! And, please" I say as I wipe "choose one also for me!"
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I take off my bra and panties and put on you’re white bikini and for you I grab the dark blue one
“ Sofia I hope you like dark blue “ I say smiling as I walk into the bathroom “ it’s a perfect fit “ I say smiling handing you the bikini I got for you
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"Oh, deary, it's perfect!" I kisd you gently as I get undress totally, and then put on the bikini you chose for me.
"How do I look with this one?" I ask you, teasing, as I wink and show you my ass.
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I playfully slap you’re butt “ it looks good on you “ I say winking at you as I go to get a pair of white sandals
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"Eeeeeeeh!" I squeak as you slap my ass. I'm naughty today and I just want to kiss you and lie in bed with you, but the idea of going to the park in such a lovely day is fascinating...
I wear my flip flops, a blu sundress and my shades and I'm ready to go to Aqualand.
"Katie, deary, can you please bring me something to drink for the day? You can find it in the kitchen..."
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“ yeah sure what would you like “ I say smiling heading to the kitchen “
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As you collect as many bottles of soda and water as you can, I head to the car and turn it on. The heat is crazy and I bless my landlord for having AC in my apartment.
I can't wait for this amazing day at Aqualand, especially because it is free :)
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I load them in and we both get in the car as I am only wearing my bikini “ I can’t wait this going to be so much fun “ I say as I lean in and kiss you
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"Uh, babe! You are so stunning in my white bikini!" I say, looking at your splendid figure while I drive.
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“ how long till we get “ I say as I am extremely excited
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"It's not that far, I think it will take 20 minutes or so..." I say, setting my sundress a little up my thighs.
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“ hey Sofia let’s park at the back it’s seems really full today “ I say as I look around and notice how full the parking lot is
I finish a bottle of water as we look around from here I can see a couple of water slides and look amazed at how tall they are and some of the designs for them aswell as some of the twist and turns
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"You're right! It seems the whole town is here today!" I say, while parking at the back of the huge parking area.
I'm really thirsty but I don't want to risk another time to wet myself, so I just drank half a bottle of water during the ride.
Now we are in line, under the sun, to enter the park: the line is really long and I regret not have taken my panama hat with me. I can see you are sweating bad too.
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I cross my legs and look around “ I should have definitely brought a hat and a towel with me “ I say looking around sweating
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"and also maybe a dress..." I giggle as I see you just in your bikini, while around us there are lots of people pretty dressed up for a day at the park.
"Luckily your Sofia here" I say, pointing at myself and smiling "brought an extra towel also for you in her beach bag!" I hand you the towel as the line speed up a little, because a group of 20 people enter at the same time.
Without even thinking about it, I've finished my bottle of water and now I'm opening a soda.
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“ well this is a water park “ I say winking at you as I dry myself with a towel as I drink a soda keeping my legs crossed
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"Well... Hurry up, it's our turn to get in!" I say as we approach the ticket booth. I show the e-mail at the bored employee and we got into the park, through the changing room.
"Do we need to stop here, or we can go in and find a spot on the grass?"
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“ this is why I came in just a bikini we can just drop this stuff of in a locker “ i say smiling
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"Right, right!" I say, smiling too. You're too smart to be this pretty!
After finishing in the changing room, we run to find a good spot outside: the perfect one appears like a mirage to us and we jump in to reserve it.
After putting down our towels, I look at you and say "I'm a little hungry, but I would like to test the water slide just now! What would you like to do?
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“ I would like to go eat I am a little hungry “ I say as we lay down in our towels
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"Ok, deary!" I smooche you as I stand up "What would you like to eat? Would you like to keep me company or I'll go be my own?"
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“ I’ll keep you company “ I say getting up as I tie my hair in a ponytail
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"Thanks!" I say gently as I kiss you, while we approach the cafeteria. We are holding hands and playfully joking around when I notice a girl behind the counter.
"Hey, Stella..." I say, as I greet my ex-gf "Didn't know you are working here..."
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I keep holding you’re hand and extend mine to give her a handshake smiling “ hello Stella nice to meet you “
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"Sorry, I didn't catch your name!" Stella reply acidly. She has an angry expression on her face and she doesn't bother to hide it.
As you start to speak and tell her your name, she interrupts you "Anyway... I can see that you are doing fineeeeee right now!" She said looking at me.
"Stella, please... try to be professional..." I whisper, not wanting to attract everyone's attention.
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I just keep quiet as I hold you’re hand keeping my legs crossed
“ I wonder what her problem is “ I think to myself looking at her and Sofia talk
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"Professional?!?!" shouts Stella in the cafeteria, making all the heads turn to us. I blush as I have to deal with this obnoxious girl again.
"Well, mystery girl!" Stella continues her speech, as she look at you "you need to know that this girl Sofia here, is a famous heart-breaker and..."
"Please, Stella, don't be so dramatic!" I try to interrupt her
"...and she broke mine!" she instists "We stayed together for so long!"
"I don't think 3 months are NOT a long period, Stella!" I'm angry and I don't like to be, I just wanted to have a nice day with Katie!
"Now, please be professional and take our orders..." I say, my nostrils pouring steams out.
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“ we just wanted to get our orders and we will out of you’re way “ I say trying to remain calm trying not to cause more of a scene as I cross my legs
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"Yeah, Stella! Please..." I beg her, trying my cute face.
"Yeah, sure..." she answers with a malicious grin on her face "What do you want to eat?"
"I'll go for a Ceaser salad and a can of Coke... and you, Katie?" I ask you, still holding your hand
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“ I’ll have a small order of chicken tenders and large coke “ I say smiling as she takes our orders
we turn to each other and smile as she fills my cup and is putting on the lid we never notice but as she is closing the part of the lid facing her she drops some mysterious pills we failed to notice as she hands us our stuff
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"Thanks, Stella... take care of you!" I say as we walk to the tables to eat.
"You too... especially you Katie!" she yells at us
Weirdo! I think
"I'm really sorry, deary! She... Well, we were a couple, not really a couple, but we just had some fun... She's crazy! Sorry to had drag you into this...!" I say looking you in the eyes
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“ it’s ok “ I say smiling as I drink my soda quickly as I am really thirsty
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We chat a bit, drinking and eating the overpriced food we just had ordered from Stella. She's a very lunatic and strange person, but in the end she's nor harm, I think.
I start to feel a little discomfort in my bladder, due to all the water and the soda I drank during this day.
"Now we have to wait a little to go to the water slide..." I say "But... are you ok, Katie?"
I notice you shuffling your legs and holding yourself: your beautiful tanned legs are irresistable, but you're more squirmy than usual
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“ yeah I am ok I just really gotta pee” I say squirming as I hold my crotch grimacing as I look at you
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"I'm feeling a slight need to, but not too much..." I say, blowing a kiss in the air at you "Do you want to go now?"
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“ yeah “ I say grabbing myself as I grimace getting our thrash
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"Let's go!" I take your hand and we walk to the toilet area, but we discover that they are close due to cleanings.
"Can you hold it a little longer, deary?" I ask you, seeing you squirming around
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“ I’ll try but I really gotta pee “ I say grabbing myself as I squirm
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"Maybe we can go behind a bush..." I say, while we walk past a water slide. I feel my need increasing...
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“ at this point anything is fine “ I say crossing my legs as I feel a little come out
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"So, you're really desperate, aren't you?" I say playfully, wanting to joke around a bit.
I'm so aroused on seeing you desperate that I lost control for a moment and I grab your ass in public, while my tongue goes deep down on your mouth
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I push you back with one hand while the other grabs my pussy as I rub my thighs together “ not right know honey I really gotta go pee “ I say blushing madly
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"Sorry, sorry, Katie!" I say, blushing deeply "I don't know what happened to me, but... yuo know, it's so sexy seeing you so desperate..."
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“ I know but I really gotta pee and i think you do it to “
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"Well... yes, I do deary, how do you know?" I say, while I unconsciously squirm in place in my blue sundress "So, now what do we do?"
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“ let’s pee in the bushes “ I say squirming in place grimacing
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"Yeah, ok, deary!" my hand fly to my crotch, lifting up my dress "Do you need me to guard?"
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“ yes please “ I say pulling my bottoms to my upper thighs and squatting down as my pee gushes out of me giving a sigh of relief
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"S-sure..." I say, a bit uncertain of the situation: there are lots of people around and I can feel that someone is been watching us and...
"Hey, Katie! There are some people coming, stop right now, stop right now!!!" I whisper at you, as I turn to warn you: I see your stream full-force on the ground, panting and sighing.
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“ I can’t stop Sofia “ I say quietly to you as my pee is slowing down
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"Ok, K-katie, I think they are turning, but..." I say, stuttering a bit and dancing on the spot, my need to pee increases "I see, I see Stella I think!"
There is Stella approaching us, arriving from the cafeteria and coming toward us: she's holding herself in the crotch, while she's wearing black pants. She seems fidgety and all I can see is her rushing in a bush near us before pulling down her pants and peeing... a lot!
I can see she had started peeing before pulling her pants and panties down: in fact her white panties are a little wet on the crotch. She didn't see us, we are covering well, but we can see her.
You are still peeing and I'm still desperate, as she continues to pee and moans from pleasure.
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My stream ends and I quickly pull up my bottoms and notion for you to take my spot “ you can pee know “ I say wispering in you’re ear
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"Thank God!" I wisper to you as I pull my panties to one side and start peeing "Seeing you and Stella relieving was too much for my poor bladder!"
My urine flows out strongly and it splashes in my feet.
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“ before she sees us let’s go to the slide “ I say giggling as I see you pee
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"But... but I'm still peeing" I say while urinating.
Eventually I let you convince me to go to the water slides and I stop with half of my bladder still full
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“ do you want Stella to catch you peeing plus you can pee as we are going down the slide “ I wisper in you’re ear
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"No... no you're right!" I say walking with you, holding your hand
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I am smiling as we make our way way out the bushes towards the water slide
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"P-please, don't push me" I say, as I feel a drop of urine taking its way down to my legs.
When we arrive at the water slide we must wait in line for our turn. I'm legs crossed and I see that you are too...
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I start crossing and recrossing my legs “ what’s going on why do I need to pee again “ i say grimacing
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"What's up, deary?" I say, noticing you're acting weird "Are you feeling sick?"
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“ I have to pee “ I wisper in you’re ear as I continue to squirm holding myself
“ why do I have to pee again “ I think to myself as I admire you in you’re sundress
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"But.. but you just went!" I say, blushing, as I cross my legs again. I still need to pee and I squirm on the spot.
"Do you want me to go to the toilet with you?"
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I start going from foot to foot “ if you want but I can go alone I know how you really wanted to go on this ride “ I say blushing madly as I continue to hold myself as I go from foot to foot
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Hearing that I think you don't want me to go with you in toilet, maybe because you need to go n. 2 and you're embarassed. So I say "O-ok.. I'll go in this ride..." despite my growing need.
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“ I’ll be right back “ I say quickly making my way to the girls room we went to that was being cleaned
‘ they should be done cleaning it by know why do I have to pee so quickly “ I think to myself as I round the corner and see
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It's almost my turn on the slide and I'm shuffling my feet from the need to pee I'm feeling.
"I can pee in the water, during the slide, it's fine, don't worry Sofia!" I think to myself, trying to distract me seeing the crowd around me
My turn arrives and the lifeguard take a look at me. He says "Where are you think you're going dressed like this?"
I don't know what he's talking about but then I look at my belly: I'm still wearing my sundress!!! I can't go on the slide with my sundress on!
So I return to the spot where we left the towels, holding my crotch with one hand. I need to pee bad!!!
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“ I don’t know what to do “ I say grabbing myself as this point turning the corner and notice the ladies room is open but
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but you notice an encridibly long line for the 3 stalls in the bathroom. You feel like you can't hold it any longer, but there are some pretty desperate ladies in front of you.
What should you do? Cut the line?
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As I am walking up I try to hear and see what they need to do trying not to act really desperate being composed a
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"Gosh, Brigitte! I'm... I'm not feeling well... I think that hot dog went bad!" a tall dye-blue hair Asian girl says to her friend behind: they are wearing matched red and white bikinis, flip flops on their shuffling feet. They seem to be working for some soda company, maybe for an advertisig campaign in the park.
The girl named Brigitte - a curvy tall brunette with a big dragon tattoo on her back - then says "Ari, don't tell me! I'm in much greater d-discomfort than y-you: I also n-need to wee-wee!" Brigitte's hands fly to hee crotch and pull her panties up. "I should have not drink all that soda..." in a shaky voice, Brigitte add to the conversation
In a moment, the two girls among the others looked at you puzzled. "Where you think you're going?" Ari almost shout at you.
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“ me I am just going in to fixed my hair “ I say blushing madly as I cross my legs trying not to show how desperate I am to pee but start to feel a small discomfort on my belly
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"Oh... ok." Brigitte says, her hands still in crotch, crossing and uncrossing her legs.
Ari is holding her stomach now while this one is grunting bad. "Oooooh!" she says to her friend "I don't know how long I can't hold it. I really need to poo!"
In front of Brigitte and Ari stands the a lady in her late 40s and her teen daughter. "Mom!!!" the 16 years old blonde girl says in a complaining voice "I need to pee!!! I think it's coming out!" Her hands, dept in the crotch a moment before, slide revealing a growing wet patch on her yellow bikini. The mother, desperate herself, hold her daughter arm while dancing in place saying "we're almost there, h-honey, almost there, hold on (puff pant) hold on honey"
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I open the door and notice three stalls with feet and bikini bottoms at ankle lvl I cross my legs and and place both hands on my crotch as I start to feel the need to poop come up
i start knocking on the stall doors “ are y’all almost done I am about to have an accident “
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"Hey!" you hear shouting behind you: it's Brigitte, almost reaching for your hair "Do you think you can cut the line like this?"
She's dancing on the spot, with Ari behind her grabbing her tummy. The mother and daughter follow, but they don't interfere: the mother is trying to sneak to the nearest loo, hoping to rush in and relieve herself, as the daughter stands still in a corner of the crowded room, incapable of moving without spurting.
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I quickly notice them behind me before she grabs my hair I quickly get in the stall close it and lock it “ I am sorry I am just really desperate “ I say inside the stall
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"No, no, no, no!" yells Brigitte at the top of her lungs "Are you kidding me, bitch? We are all desperate!!!"
Then she points at Ari, who shocked don't know what to do and keeps banging on the door "My friend here is literally pooing herself! And I'm almost in the same state as hers, plus I need to piss fucking bad!"
Brigitte starts banging at all the stalls doors, trying to hurry up the ladies inside. Amazingly, she succeeds: a petite tanned girl run out of the bathroom scared from the chaos. Ari surpasses the mother and Brigitte and jump into the stall, with her bikini at her knees before closing the door: a second later a plopping sound can be heard through the whole bathroom.
"Ari, please hurry up! I can't hold it!" Brigitte complains, damaging her bikini bottom with some urine.
Meanwhile the 16 years old girl has no choice but to release all her pee into the little drain at the center of the room: a jet of piss erupts from her yellow bikini and splash on the floor, dumping her legs and feet. Then she crouches and let it all go. Her mother, seeing the daughter predicament, make a desperate attempt to rush into a stall, but it is ineffective,
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“ I am sorry I really have to go “ I say pulling down my bottoms and sit on the toilet as my pee gushes out of me and I start farting as my poop explodes out of me giving a sigh of relief
as I sit on the toilet I can see underneath the stall doors and see evryones feet
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Ari poops as she feels completely satisfied, then she wipes with some toilet paper. Outside the stalls there are Brigitte and the mother still needing to use the toilet, in a desperate state...
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I am still peeing as more comes out of me “ that hot dog did a number on my “ I say loudly from my stall as I get excited looking at evryones feet
“ I wonder what Sofia is doing “ I think to myself
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Ari finally ends up using the stall and as soon as she exits, Brigitte jumps in: you can hear her pee and poop loudly. Her moaning sounds of reliefs are overwhelming and you just sit there listening to them.
As this happens the mother bangs more and more on the other stall till a woman comes out: the mother has just the time for take her bikini bottom down that she starts to pee, with the door still open. Her daughter watches her while her stream is finally dying in her soaked bikini panties.
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I finish pooping wipe and flush the toilet but remain seated
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Suddenly I, your blonde girlfriend Sofia (wait a minute! Are we a... couple for real? Can we say we are girlfriends?), enter the bathroom, soakes wet from head to toe, my sundress all wet in my hand and my beach handbag on shoulders.
"Katie! Katie! Are you in here? We gotta go!" I yell at you "We got banned from the park!"
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I pull up my bottoms and open the door “what happened why are we banned “ I say exiting the stall noticing how wet you are
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"I... I prefer to talk about that in private..." I say, almost crying.
"Can we get out of this bathroom? It stinks in here" I add, lowering my voice.
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“ yeah sure “ I say grabbing you’re hand as we make for it to you’re car
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A security guard escort us to the main gate and we return to the car walking slowly.
"I... I'm so embarassed!" tears run on my cheeks as I speak "I needed to pee so bad when you went to bathroom and I thought you didn't want me to come with you, so I remained on the water slide. As I approached the slide I had to come back to our spot to leave my sundress; then I came back and I had to wait in line forever. Finally it was my turn, but I was bursting for a pee: I felt I couldn't hold it any longer!!!"
I breathe deeply as I try to calm down, crying and holding your hand tight.
"The slide was fun, but as soon as I reached the water I started peeing. It couldn't be a problem at all - I peed in the pool lots of times - but here they put some special chemical that turns the water blue if there's urine in it. I saw a huge blue wave coming from my crotch and expanding into the pool. I tried to hide it but it was impossible: everyone saw that! The lifeguard tried to catch me in the water to bring me outside, yelling, but I swam really fast and ran to the grass where I finished peeing. Unfortunately I flashed my vagina to a family because I slided my panties to pee and the lifeguard reported me to the security, so here I am..."
Through my speech I started sobbing and crying much more.
"Everyone saw me, Katie! I'm so stupid!"
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I hug you and give you a kiss “ it’s also my fault I really had to pee and I knew you wanted to get on the ride so I didn’t want to delay you because I had to pee again so quickly “ I say sobbing aswell
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"That's really strange! You peed a lot today!" I say suspicious "how do you feel now?"
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I wimper as I feel the need again and look at you “ I have to pee again “ I say blushing madly
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"Babe, this is really strange!" I say, concerned about your health "do you think you can hold it or you need to go bad now?"
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“ I need to go bad we can stop somewhere on the way home “ I say wincing as I grab myself squirming blushing madly
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"Yeah, sure, deary!" I say as I start driving the car.
After ten minutes of driving I feel your discomfort: you are bouncing really bad, crossing and uncrossing your legs and holding between them with your hands.
"Do you want me to stop at that diner, Katie?" I ask you "Maybe we need to find a way to cover you: you're wearing only a bikini!"
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“ do you think they would let me use there bathroom “ I say rubbing my tighs together as I have both hands on my crotch squirming and bouncing around
“what is going on why do I have to pee I was fine till we got ohhh no don’t tell me she “ I think to myself as I continue to squirm debating in my head if I should tell Sofia
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"I don't know, deary!" I answer you, concerned about the situation "I would lend you my sundress but it's soaked wet, so it would not be a solution..."
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“ s there a gas station nearby “ I say squirming in place
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"Let me check on my phone a moment..." I answer, grabbing my smartphone from the handbag in the backseats.
Swiping through Google's results, I see that you're squirming like crazy and that you're really close to have an accident. I feel a motion of pity coming from my guts, and a sense of arousal that makes my pussy twinge.
"I think I've fine one a couple of km far..." I say, trying not to look at your legs or your breast but your eyes "Do you think you can hold it?"
The car is still moving, before you have your occasion to speak...
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“ I don’t know but I’ll try please hurry “ I say blushing madly as continue to squirm as I start to feel the urge to pee escalate more I look at you and start to feel arousel and envious of the fact that I am in this predicament while you feel no urge
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"I'm hurrying up!!!" I yell, anxious for us to arrive there and for you to release all your golden nectar... I mean, urine!
My feet is pushing bad on the gas pedal, passing way too much the speed limit, but I don't care: I just want to fuck you and sense your desperation in me.
As we arrive at the gas station, I park outside the entrance and I follow you outside the car.
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I quickly go in and start to grab myself looking for the sign for the ladies room and start to run over but notice a small line of two girls for the two stalls
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"Babe, can you hold it?" I whisper in your ear "You're so hot when you hold it like this..."
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“ yeah but I am going to need to cut in line and if they ask we are going in to do our make up “ I say to you
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"Ok, deary!" I say, holding your hand "I'm with you!"
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Holding you’re hand and walking forward I do my best to make it seem like I don’t have to pee by keeping my legs together as I blush madly
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"Where do you think you're going, girls?" asks us one of the girl in like, crossing her legs " We've been waiting for out turn for almost 20 minutes, get in the back and wait for yours!"
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“ we don’t have to pee we are just going in to check our make up and hair and my girlfriend just needs to change out of her wet dress “ I say blushing madly as I am having a hard time not completely blowing my cover
“ what’s going on in there that’s taking 20 minutes and after I pee I’ll tell Sofia what I think Stella did “ I think to myself waiting for there response
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"Ummmm ok girls! But be careful, I watch you!" says the girl in line, menacing with her hands, as we enter the bathroom lounge.
"Do you think they believed you?" I ask. "Babe, do you think I can enter with you... in the stall?" I say, uprising my eyebrows...
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“ yeah but we need to get in a stall first “ I say as we enter and notice the two stalls being occupied knocking on both of them “ are y’all almost done I am having an emergency out here “
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"Yeah, sorry! You're right" I say, watching you squirm around.
A grunt sound comes from the left door while the other one is locked and it seems like it's out of order for a long time.
"Just... just a minute more!" a loud lady voice says while a clear sound of pooping can be heard all through the bathroom.
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“ I am sorry to bother you I just really have to pee “ I say squirming around still holding you’re hand looking underneath the stall door
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"What are you doing kid?" the lady says "Are you trying to spy on me?"
She bangs on the door to scare us, like animals, but we reamin where we are. You are adorable all squirmy and almost naked, but I'm concerned about your health. It's impossible that you have to pee again, you drank nothing!
Suddenly the doors opens...
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“ how do you know that “ I say squirming as quickly turn and see who opened the door
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Exiting the door was Stella, my ex-lover! I can't believe it! She must has finished her work earlier and then she ran here to use the toilet, but it such a strange coincidence!
"You.. you two?!?!?!" she says as she sees us!
"Let her pass, Stella!" I say pointing at you "she'desperate!"
"I can see that, I bet you are honey!" says Stella winking at you...
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“ what do you mean why did you wink at me “ I say squirming as I look at her confused
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"You're so stupid!" Stella says, malicious "I put a diuretic in your drink back at the park!"
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“ why did you that “ I say tearing up as bouce from foot to foot grabbing my crotch waiting for the stall to open
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"You bitch stole my Sofia! She's still in love with me, aren't you cutie pie?" Stella says, using first an angry tone, to change with a more pleasent one when directing to me.
"I was never in love with you, psycho!" I shout, furious to her and her behaviour towards you "Stella, you're crazy! We should call the police! Now let her into the bathroom, she's about to pop!"
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“ you crazy bitch I never took her from you “ I say still squirming seeing for any signs of Stella being desperate
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"Stella, c'mon!" I say, in my most seductive voice "I'll do anything you want if you let Katie use the toilet right now... Anything!"
I squeeze my tits in a despetate attempt to gain some interest in Stella, who seems to be fascinated by my breast and my legs...
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I am pouting as I continue to squirm grabbing myself tightly “ come on Sofia you can do this “
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"Well... well..." Stella is blushing, too lost in her sexy thoughts of me to feel my arm grabbing hers.
I quickly pull her out of the stall's door and, as Stella fall into me, I shout "Katie, run!"
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I quickly go for the stall both hands on my crotch as I run to it feeling a little spurt of pee escape wetting my bikini bottoms and my hands as I am so close to relief
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"Noooooo!" Stella yells as she falls down on top of me.
I fall on my wrist and I feel a very bad pain coming from it. A broken bone?
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I quickly close the door locking the stall pull down my bikini bottoms and start peeing giving a sigh of relief
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Not only a broken bone. As I lay on the ground I feel an extreme pain first on my wrist, then also on my left ankle. I can't breathe anymore for a moment, Stella still lying over me. My lungs feel like shrunken and my eyes water. I've never felt so much pain in my life!
Suddenly I feel a growing sense of wetness on my legs and my butt: I lost contol of my bladder. I'm peeing myself without even noticing! Pain is overwhelming. Piss flows throught my panties and makes a mess on floor, on me and also on Stella - especially her hairs...
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This is a sequel to "A Desperate Vacation" Enjoy.
Loren had already pleasured herself the night that Rachel made a yellow mess on their hotel floor, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. She kept remembering the way she squeezed her legs and the way she moaned with desperation. After she was done with her sex toys, she decided to just stop thinking of the whole thing, only to find herself unable to. She felt guilty. Rachel was humiliated, I shouldn't be turned on by this. She remembered her sobbing as her pee dripped down her legs and fell to the floor. But I am...She thought. She tried to recreate the accident in her mind. She grabbed her vibrator and put it right back in there. It felt as if her whole body was trembling with joy. She continued to roll and moan all over the floor trying to keep quiet so that Rachel and Annie wouldn't wake up. She stopped after four long orgasms. I should sleep.. She got up from the floor and opened the door very softly, and walked towards her bed and closed her eyes.
Morning:
"Wake up!" Annie said. "Come on Loren!" she started hitting Loren with a pillow.
"Okay, okay." She got up and rubbed her eyes. "Fucking hell,"
"We are gonna have so much fun today!" Said Rachel. Suddenly Loren remembered what happened yesterday and felt like doing what she did last night all over again. "Oh, and about yesterday," she said. Loren looked at her. "Lets just forget about it."
"I agree," said Annie.
"Yeah,"
"I"m gonna go get dressed," Rachel said.
"Mkay, me too."
"Yeah, i'll go to the bathroom to change." said Loren said.
She got up and walked to the bathroom. She could stop thinking about it. She stuck her hands back down just for a light rubbing but took it out, knowing once she started, she wouldn't stop. She then felt her hands fly towards her crotch. She needed to pee. Lets have fun she thought. She got dressed and didn't bother using the bathroom. She walked out and sat on the bed, waiting for Annie and Rachel to finish. She grabbed a water bottle and chugged down the entire thing. Rachel walked out. "Ohh cute outfit." she told Loren.
"Thanks, yours is cute too." Annie walked out. "Really you are wearing THAT?"
"Whats wrong with it?" Annie asked.
"I'll have to agree with Loren on this one." Rachel laughed.
"Bitch, shut up."
"Should I call a taxi?" Loren asked.
"Nah, while you and Rachel were sleeping I rented a car. Not the best, but it's a car." They all got up and walked outside. "I'm driving, by the way."
"I got dibs on the front seat." Yelled Rachel as she ran towards the car and as Annie was putting the bags in the back.
"Fuck you, Rachel" Loren joked. She climbed into the back seat and got comfy. "Annie, where are we going again?"
"The tower. So we will be in this car for a good three hours." ohhh fun Loren thought. And no, she wasn't just talking about the tower. She felt herself getting a little annoyed later. After two hours passed, she was still not desperate. Guess I have a bigger bladder than I thought...She wanted to find a way to mess with her bladder a little. "Lets have Starbucks."
"Yeah, i'm pretty tired from driving, and there is one near by." Annie told her. Yes...She pressed down on her bladder a little. Soon they stopped off at a Starbucks drive through. "Rachel, caramel Frapachino, correct?" Rachel nodded. "Loren?"
"Latte, trenta" She said. The coffee came soon. Loren didn't hesitate to drink the entire cup. She was pissed to find out her desperation was't huge by the time they got to the tower. For the rest of the day she decided to just focus on her fun, and less on omorashi. About 9 hours passed before they drove to find a new hotel. Annie couldn't find one which is why they ended up driving for four hours straight. And what happened in those four hours? Here you go:
Loren got in the car. "Okay, we need to find a hotel." Annie said. She started driving. Loren felt a desperation between her legs. This is what I wanted. She started squeezing and kept moving her body to keep it from escaping. Five minutes into the car ride, she found herself with both hands between her legs. "Guys, look at that waterfall!" Annie said as they passed one. Rachel and Annie were talking about how amazing it was. Loren looked at it to make it a little more fun. She felt a warmness in her underwear and squeezed harder. An hour later, Loren started to look around and find something to pee in. Her desperation was so high and she didn't want to make a mess infront of her friends. She wanted to do it alone but by what she has been hearing from Annie, they were going to be in this car for a longer time than expected. Nothing. Loren found nothing. She leaked once more, and started to drip. She found a news paper underneath her sat. I could remove my panties and do it here...But after thinking about it a little longer, she thought it probably would not be the best option.
Two hours passed and she couldn't stand it. She tried to keep her desperation low key but stop moving. She started dripping more and at this point the pee escaped her panties. She managed to stop leaving a tiny dark spot on her tight grey leggings. She put her legs in a criss cross position and her hands tightly pressing her crotch. She had never been this desperate. Ever. You could only imagine how happy she was when Annie said the words: We're here!
Loren carried her bags to the hotel. While Annie and Rachel were getting the hotel rooms, Loren was sitting on a hotel chair. She couldn't wait to go and empty her bladder. But she sadly thought she might have to do it in the toilet rather than her pants. Because she couldn't wait for Annie and Rachel to sleep. She saw Rachel walking over to her. Loren tried to play it cool. "Hey, so we can't find a room with three beds here. So do you mind, if you got you got your own hotel room?" Loren was so happy to hear it.
"Why not? Sure." So Rachel went back to Annie to tell her. After ten minutes Annie gave Loren her key. They got in the elevator together and each went to their rooms. Loren messed with the key. One hand was on her crotch and she was bending while trying to open the door. She did eventually. She got in, dropped her bags locked the door, and ran to the the bathroom. Wait, I made it so far I can't just pee in the toilet, we can wait longer. She sat on the bed and started watching TV. She moaned as she held it, until her desperation level was the highest it could get. She got up and started jumping, she let out a bunch of moans. She crossed her legs and had her hands underneath. She struggled her was to the bathroom. I reall need to pee...I can't pee on the floor...I can do it. Spoiler: She couldn't.
Urine flew down legs legs, it dripped and made a tiny puddle. She used her hands to stop but it went right through her fingers. She took the hotel towel and put it underneath. The towel turned yellow before letting the pee go right through. The puddle was was huge. Her pants were soaking wet, so was the bottom of her shirt, and her feet, and the towel in her wet hands. She dropped the towel making a splat sound. She knew she had to clean but her body has BEGGING for a vibrator. So she spent the next hour having fun with it, cleaned the pee up, and continued. She would remember this forever. |
CW: sex, enemas (briefly mentioned)
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I had been holding in a liter and some for hours before I remembered my doctor’s appointment. I wanted to push myself for some fun–the feel of a hard and bulging bladder is the one thing that gets my clit throbbing the fastest. As I was enjoying myself and getting more and more turned on–more and more tortured and urgent that is–I looked at the time and realized I was bordering late for my PET scan. Without relief I headed out the door as fast as my bulging bladder would allow.
When I got to there, my bladder just grew harder and more urgent. I filled out paperwork and spoke with the receptionist with a calm disposition all while my bladder was calling for my attention. Unfortunately for my ability to hold, the situation only got me more and more turned on.
When I was told I would have to drink around another liter of a lemonade flavored tracer solution, I felt a panic at the thought of wetting myself in the machine. I further panicked at the thought of my hand instinctively massaging my clit to climax right there on the table if I got to that point.
The doctor proceeded to push me to drink, and lectured me on how PET works and what to expect. I had to keep still, respond, and smile all while I was thinking about my roaring and growing bladder. Then, my doctor informed me that it was crucial I stay still during the entire scan, or I would have to start all over again.
I maneuvered into the claustrophobic machine. It was hard enough to climb up on its own, but with a hardened bladder it forced me to press on it myself. I kept my face calm, even as the pressure gave a zap of bliss.
I had to fight the urge to move my legs and wince as I felt the lemonade tracer solution pass through me and trickle into my already full bladder. The pressure from the inside begged attention, but I had to force myself to keep calm. So far, the doctors and attendants I was interacting with didn’t seem to catch on that I was in both torture and bliss.
My bladder was hard to miss and even harder to ignore as I heard the whirring of the machine begin. I was being closely inspected, and I HAD to stay still. it was hard enough to stay still without a bladder pregnant with liquid, but it was crucial now that I stay still.
I was aware of their eyes on parts of me, sensitive to every movement. I held it well, but my mind couldn’t focus from the feeling of my full bladder. It felt like a pressure from the inside on my clitoris, like a weight made to push me closer to the edge. I was a pro at holding–but I had to make sure not to get too cocky, or too turned on while all the eyes were on me.
Finally the PET scan ended and I could leave to meet my boyfriend, Jason. I had no time to pee, and I didn’t want to. Finally I could relieve the pressure the way I really wanted to–with sex and torture at his hands.
We met at a cafe near his house–I told him about everything that happened earlier in the day. Like a reflex, he ordered me a coffee. My giant bladder was plainly visible through the think pink fabric of my girly dress as I sat. I should’ve known he would make this harder for me, and I enjoyed it even while I was on the brink of explosion. He was inspecting me for signs of struggle, and I tried to impress him with a nonchalance about it. When I finished the coffee, we left and went straight up to his house.
When we were finally in private, I became dominant. I didn’t have to ignore my bladder any longer. I took most of my clothes off and pulled us both onto the bed. I straddled him and pushed my bladder against his. I moaned at the first feeling of extreme pressure on my raging bladder all day. I took his hand and touched myself with it. After a while of using his body to push on my full, hard bladder and his hand to massage my clit I felt the urgency grow.
Jason sensed that I was getting close, and took his hand away and immediately. I knew he wanted to make it as hard for me to hold as he could. I refused to let even a drop out though. I felt his hands cup around my bulbous bladder. That pressure alone felt so forceful, but I wanted more. I arched my back against it while I touched myself under his gaze. Just as I gained control over myself Jason pushed hard, and held my hand from my clit. He kept me in this position, testing my bladder and ability to hold off on orgasm. It felt so good but so forceful I thought I would cum and pee right then at the same time. He held down and then used his own hand now to bring me to my first orgasm. My whole body tightened, making the huge amount of pee even harder to hold. I convulsed and tightened up into a full orgasm.
Because of the sheer amount of liquid inside me, the pressure was enough to keep me aroused. I became even more turned on it seemed because my clitoris was more disturbed and the pressure of my close bladder pushed it even further. Jason continued to tease me and fondle my body. He wouldn’t let my bladder go without pressure. I was kept just a bit away from an orgasm at all times–making all the pee even harder to contain.
At some point between my writhing and moaning and the sight of my absolutely humungous bladder, Jason lifted my legs up and entered me. My bladder was a full mass inside me and the feeling of Jason’s large penis just pushed up against it, increasing the pressure on all the contained pee. I could barely take it, but I knew I had no choice. His thrusting just irritated my bladder further, and the feeling was too blissful and unbearable. He flipped me over so my pregnant stomach was being pushed onto the bed as he fucked me, increasing the pressing to an extreme level. I felt the motion and the pushing from his hands and the mattress on my bladder now, and the penetration brought me to another orgasm. My eyes rolled back into my head as he watched, and my body shook as I felt the most bliss I’ve ever had in my life.
I saw some of Jason’s own bladder growing, the image sparking interest in me. I massaged my clit as he exited my pussy, watching his growing bladder. He reached in an opened a drawer with an enema and a butt plug. I was only at the beginning of my torture for today. I came twice and at this point my bladder was a screaming, intolerable sphere. but there was no way out–I had to keep holding until my bladder absolutely gave up.
I was flipped over once again as Jason filled my ass with his penis. The angle it hit at from the back seemed to be directly aimed at my bladder. I was truly being bombarded at all sides with pressure. It felt like the entire time I was in some sub-state of orgasm; my body had never been pushed like this before. He watched me intently as I groaned and made faces of both pleasure and pain. Being closer to bursting, I got closer to cumming, and the positive feedback continued as I had orgasms around his erect penis. As my eyes were far back into my head and my body was trembling with pleasure, I heard Jason announce "I’m gonna cum." He released more liquid into my ass, And my full lower half just became fuller. He used his penis as a plug kept inside me. I would not be allowed to release yet, even after hours of holding. I was almost at the point of bursting, and Jason intended to keep me that way for later use.
As he got the strength to exit me again, I laid on the bed still writhing and urgent. He returned with an enema, a bottle, and a plug. I was overcome with excitement and fear–was I really about to push myself further? I was sure at some point I would burst, if not right this second. Jason knew that too, and it seemed this was now an experiment to see how much torture my full and aroused body could take.
He lifted my legs and pushed them up, pressing against my bladder again. I winced and arched my back in pain and in pleasure. The enema was massive, and I felt as water entered and filled me further from the inside. After a while of this treatment, he plugged me up with a smile. I was officially his sex toy, and I loved it. Lastly he lifted the bottle, and put that in my pussy to finish me off. There was nowhere else to go–I was actually as full as I possibly could be, with the most pressure there could be on my urgent bladder.
I touched myself more now as he watched and brought myself to orgasm, forgetting it just worsened my condition.
"Well... should we go to dinner now?" Jason asked.
With no relief, and nothing taken out, I put on my thin pink girly dress again and went out into the world to interact once again.
Only after another few hours of interaction outside followed by more sex did I finally burst with him still inside me. He climaxed in me again, and we fell fast sleep. |
(This story takes place in a series I've written on DeviantArt, but you don't need a lot of context for this since besides one bit, it is entirely focused on Cecilia's desperation. I hope you all enjoy!)
Cecilia Maxime began every morning the same way- by enjoying a nice breakfast of cereal with a glass of orange juice to wash it down. The tall glass she often used combined with how she always drank the milk meant that when she got to school, her bladder would be full very fast. Now, this wouldn't be an issue for most people; it shouldn't too hard to just get up and grab a pass, then head to the bathroom so they can enjoy the rest of the school day with an empty bladder. However, Cecilia was quite different than a lot of people. She was very unassertive, quite obedient, and almost very submissive (as it could be possible she takes enjoyment out of this deep down). Really, though, the best way to describe her is a doormat. Perhaps it's a bit funny for her to be walked all over, with her bladder being full enough that just a bit of pressure could make her leak. Now, let's see what typically happens to Ellie on a regular day of school.Her first period class was Gym, and by then, she felt a slight pressure in her bladder because of the previously mentioned liquid she had drank that morning, so it wasn't all too pleasant to have to run 10 laps before doing jumping jacks with the coach being strict about how far apart people keep their legs during it. Still, she always did what she was told, especially when it came to teachers, so she did all of the exercises she was instructed to do without hesitation. In fact, she always was the first one to do them, making her look excited to take the orders. Either that, or she didn't have the will left in her to think of not doing what someone asked her to do.After the twenty minute period where they did all that running and exercising, everyone began to sit down, making her think she was getting a nice break to cross her legs.However, the coach proceeded to ask, "Who here could come pass water bottles around so we can get a bit refreshed before we continue?""I-I'll do it," Cecilia replied, raising her hand rather fast, almost looking like she thought it was directed toward her. He was surprised, since he could tell she wanted a rest, but he still carried the case of water bottles over to her so she could begin to pass them around. As she handed out bottles of water to various thirsty students, she found herself whimpering a bit quietly, her bladder not enjoying this one bit. For one thing, she had to force herself to keep from pressing her legs together so she wouldn't look childish while passing the water bottles to her peers, and she had no way to put her hands to her crotch when she had more than one bottle at a time to carry. Along with that, just seeing the water sloshing around in all those bottles, and witnessing kids popping the bottles open and messily pouring the liquid in felt excruciating. "Hey, don't you want a bottle?" The coach casually asked her, and he exposed the fact that she took just enough bottles out that one was left for her.She tried to force herself to refuse and explain her predicament, but without thinking, she walked over to grab it while responding passively, "Y-yes, how silly of me, thank you."Part of her hated herself for being unable to deny the water bottle, especially with her bladder already having some liquid inside of it, but another stronger part of her didn't think she had a choice. So, she cracked the bottle open and began to pour the sixteen ounces of fresh, cold liquid into her mouth. Cecilia shivered and brought her legs together as she sat down as she realized that soon she'd struggle even harder to focus on anything besides her need to go."Alright, now I was told you kids need to do more stretching, so go and get yourself a yoga mat from the back so you can get very relaxed!" The coach told everyone, with everyone quickly getting up to grab a mat for themselves to lie on, with Cecilia trying to be as fast as possible despite her bladder filling up.She almost would've rather done more running or something else like that, because now there was no chance of being able to focus on holding her bladder; everyone had to start spreading and stretching their legs with their arms out, and she was definitely no exception to it, and she was never one to ask to do something else. She had to put one half of her brain's focus on keeping herself from leaking, and the other half on doing the stretches at the same time as everyone else. This caused her to not notice when the bell rang, so when she realized this, she had to return the mat and begin rushing out as fast as possible.With a minute before the final bell, Cecilia zoomed into her second period class- geography- and plopped herself down. It dawned on her that the lights were off, meaning no one noticed she was even missing, and she turned her eyes toward the only lit-up part of the room to see what was happening. Immediately, she squealed and crossed her legs upon seeing what was being played on the projector: a documentary about bodies of water, including rivers, oceans and- worst of all- waterfalls. Nothing could've prepared her to be forced to watch forty minutes of rushing, flowing and falling water, and she saw no possible way to make it end any sooner. The moment she began standing up to walk over to the teacher's desk, she was given a gesture to sit back down that knocked all the spirit out of her, sending her butt back into her seat. The door was also closed right afterwards, getting rid of all light in the room and making it impossible to see where her teacher was in order to call out to her. What made it worse was that there were kids in the class who were fully aware of her whole never standing up for herself, while also constantly having a full bladder issue, giving them motivation to begin teasing her with lines like "Hey Cecilia, I bet you're really enjoying this" and "Aren't you relieved we're learning about bodies of water" and the classic joke of just making water noises into her ear. Most people would simply ask them to stop, but she seemed a bit afraid of doing so for many reasons- she had been taught that giving people who tease her attention is considered letting them win, for one thing, and she also just didn't have the kind of voice that worked for making people listen to her. When the bell finally rang, Cecilia was the first one to get up, and she nearly tripped over the other desk, with people teasing her about being clumsy; hey, it was a nice break from just having people comment on how badly she needs to pee, since no one could see her legs crossing in the dark. It wasn't quite pleasant running into that desk, though, since it was at bladder-level. Soon, she headed out the door and began rushing to her next class, hoping it would go by faster.At first, it seemed like it would be a relaxing period to distract her from her need to piss, since this was her study hall and she had nothing to do in this class. However, the one watching everyone had something special to announce."As everyone knows, we are having our potluck, where everyone brought in plenty of drinks n' snacks, so enjoy, quench your thirst!" The teacher exclaimed as she carried all the liters of soda and orange juice to the table, along with lots of chips, snacks, and a bit of actual food that barely anyone would eat.She slowly began to squirm as people began pouring themselves cup after cup of drinks, and she prayed for a way to get out of drinking any of it, or just having to watch it.Miraculously, the teacher mentioned, "I have a quick errand for someone to do in case they aren't interested in the potluck, but don't worry, I can surely find someone else to-""I'll do it!" Cecilia Maxime exclaimed, her hand shooting up, people nearly spilling their drinks in surprise at this sudden offer.After a second of silence, the teacher replied, "W-well, alright- here, I have this box of diapers that you need to carry to the Child Development class. You seem like a tough girl, I bet you can handle that!"She chuckled and nodded as she walked over to pick up the box, not realizing her face was turning red because of this- here she was, really needing to piss, and she had to carry a large box containing things made for people who couldn't control their bladder. Obviously, plenty of people who were familiar with her common problem of having a full bladder, leading them to begin snickering a bit. As she left the room to deliver this box, she could hear the teacher shushing them, and it made her thankful not everyone found it funny to tease her. It was a fifteen minute walk, mostly because she was carrying a twelve pound box of diapers with a bladder nearly completely full, and by the time she got back she was thankful to see that nearly all the drinks were finished. However, she soon saw someone approach her offering a cup of coke. Her name was Azuna Hajishi, and she was nearly the exact same height as her, meaning she was making complete eye contact with her, which made things quite awkward. She had bright red, short hair that matched her bright red eyes, a yellow blouse, some C-Cup breasts that Cecilia tried her best to not look at, some blue shorts, and a cute pair of yellow heels. Azuna had been interested in Cecilia for quite a while, and seemed to be the only one unaware of all the times she needed to go to the bathroom, which is why she chose to offer a cup of soda as her form of flirting.
"U-um, you don't need to take it, but I-I bought this soda myself," Azuna muttered shyly, making Cecilia's heart feel like it could explode.
Quickly, she took the cup from her and replied, "Thank you very much!" before drinking it down faster than anyone else in the room had dranken theirs, even surprising the one who gave the drink to her.
Azuna soon giggled and walked back to her seat, and Cecilia's heart sank as she realized that Azuna unintentionally made her whole situation worse.
At lunch next period, nothing much happened, besides her getting a carton of milk with her food that she forced herself to drink to get that sweet calcium. She regretted it soon after but had no way to reverse it. She was about to try and get a bathroom pass, but suddenly, there was a violent intruder drill that took up the rest of the period, leaving her unable to relieve herself.
She was about to try and get herself to the bathroom during passing period, but suddenly, her friend Sunny Shiner grabbed her hand and began pulling her to the one class they had together besides the Fetish Club: Hortology.
"Heheh, we get to actually garden day! Y'know, watering plants and stuff? I bet you'll love that!" Sunny giggled, knowing full well that she was poking at her buttons right now, and finding it a bit funny anyways.
"U-um, yeah, I will Sunny," Cecilia replied, trying to press her legs together discreetly as she was taken to the indoor garden.
The class seemed to drag on and on, as she could barely force herself to pour water onto her plants, since she would have to hear and see the sprinkling of the liquid up close. It didn't spare her from having to watch people around her watering their plants, with Sunny looking at her the whole time, seemingly having fun teasing her.
When the class ended and she left, her face was red, her legs were desperately trying to twist into knots, and Sunny came over and hugged her out of enjoyment of their time together. "Can't wait to see you later!"
Her next class was the only class that didn't tease her bladder the whole time, which was math class. Really, it was so boring that it was able to briefly distract her from needing to pee, only for that forty minutes. The only teasing her bladder got was the occasional ping of desperation she'd feel, but that was only natural and didn't make things any harder than they already were.
In her second to last class, though, things would get a bit worse. This was because she was in Chemistry, and was being taught about molecules- water molecules, of course. If she thought watching a documentary of flowing water was bad, she sure had trouble handling having to splash and pour the water around in her own hands. Feeling her hands grow so wet made her bladder scream to be emptied right then and there, but she felt mortified by that idea. Plus, the chemistry teacher was so strict that she'd give her a detention simply for having an accident, despite the fact that they didn't let people have bathroom passes.
When the kid she was partnered with noticed her need to piss, they asked her casually, "Do you think you could try and convince the teacher you're sick so you can have a chance to get to the bathroom?"
"N-no, I don't like lying, and even if I wanted to, it would be way too obvious," she replied, her face redder than before after seeing that the kid noticed her need.
"Well, I hope you'll be okay then," they replied, and despite her not knowing them at all, that made her feel a bit better.
By the time the bell rung, her hands were all wet, and not wanting to waste time by running to the back of the class to dry them, she figured she'd just shake-dry. However, she ended up getting some water on her waist, and therefore her bladder bulge. This made her jump a bit and feel even more desperate to go. She was happy that the next period would be her last.
She entered the final period before she could go to her club, which was English Literature. She expected to read something that would ease her mind about her desperation.
"Okay, today we will be reading Down to a Sunless Sea by Neil Gaiman, a story about a rainy encounter in London! Who'd like to read the first paragraph?" The teacher asked, with no one seeming interested in volunteering.
Slowly, her hand went up, with her shaking a bit from how bad she needed to go. The teacher was observant enough to realize that she wasn't in the right shape to be reading out loud to the class, so she decided to give her some help.
"Do you need anything, Cecilia? Like a drink at the water fountain?" She asked, showing she still wasn't observant enough to know she needed to do the opposite.
Still, Cecilia knew that the water fountain and the bathroom were close by, so she figured it'd be a perfect opportunity to relieve herself; so, she quickly nodded before hopping out of her seat and heading out the door.
Cecilia was running faster than she did even during gym class, with no one in the halls at the moment to see her breaking one of the essential school rules- even if someone saw her, she probably wouldn't have been able to slow down. Soon, she turned the corner with the intent to head past the fountain and in the door of the bathroom. However, that opportunity was squandered the moment she forgot to notice the "wet floor" sign.
One foot went down on the wet ground, and she immediately began slipping, making her exclaim "NO" repeatedly in a panic. She tried desperately to retain her balance by reaching to the wall, but that didn't help- in fact, she ended up falling by accidentally pushing against the wall hard enough to get thrown off her feet. Landing on her bladder bulge, soon she found herself unable to control herself; her face grew very red and she cried a bit in embarrassment as she emptied it completely. It was made all the more embarrassing when she tried to get herself up to her feet, only to slip on the large body of water under her and slip again.
"...and maybe later we can get dinner, how does that sound?" She overheard her friend Olivia ask her newest crush (a football star) as she turned the corner, only to stop in her tracks when she saw Cecilia.
Having never met Cecilia and not knowing she and Olive were close friends, her crush began laughing a bit, commenting, "I wonder how much of that is even water!"
As Cecilia covered her face in pure humiliation, Olive grew a bit miffed to see him mock her like that. So, to teach him a lesson and to show her loyalty to her friends, she grabbed him and turned him onto a towel.
"Wait, what's going- MMMPH!" He exclaimed, only heard by Olive as she used him to clean off the ground around Cecilia, including what she emptied from her bladder.
As Olive helped dry off her clothes with someone she was just planning to go on a date with, Cecilia wiped away her tears and told her, "Y-you're the best Olive."
"Eheh, I think you are, honestly- you must be pretty tough, holding it all day and never even complaining!" She lightly teased as she folded her new suffering towel up and stuffed it into her backpack.
"Wow, thanks! So, I think I'm gonna be late to class, so I better get going... you know, usually people like teasing my bladder during the Club, but I don't think that'll be possible today," Cecilia admitted, and despite her experience today, she seemed to still like the idea of being teased, especially when she had her friends there.
Olive giggled and held up a large bottle of soda, commenting, "I got ya covered."
Cecilia was now blushing not out of embarrassment, but out of something very different that she didn't feel ready to share. With a smile, she headed back to class, putting that embarrassing day behind her... at least until she was mercilessly teased about it, but she totally expected that. |
Author’s note: This series is a prequel/spinoff of a Knight and Her Problems that takes place in the months before the bandit attack mentioned in Part 7 of the original story. This story will focus on Lisa and Diana. Hope you enjoy.
It was the fourth day of the new year as Lisa strolled through the streets of Solaris. The winter had been abnormally warm with very little snowfall. As she approached the town’s guild hall, Lisa could feel herself becoming more and more anxious. Her instructor Diana had sent a letter earlier in the day summoning Lisa to the guild hall, although Lisa was unsure what Diana wanted. Entering the guild hall, Lisa noticed Diana sitting at the bar, a frothing mug of ale in front of her. “Mistress Diana, why have you summoned me here?” asked Lisa, her body shaking a little. “Have I done something wrong?”
“Don’t call me mistress. You know I hate that formal shit. Just call me Diana” replied Diana as she took a sip from her mug before setting back down again. “Besides I’m only four years older than you. Calling me mistress just makes me feel old.”
“But you are the one in charge of my knighthood training and my superior. To address you in such an informal way would be disrespectful.”
“Well, I won’t be your instructor for that much longer,” said Diana.
Lisa looked at her, unsure of what to make of what Diana had just said. “Are you abandoning me?”
“No nothing like that. It’s just that I’ve received news that a proctor for the Knighthood Exams will be arriving a couple months from now to asses this year’s potential candidates. The reason I invited you today is because I have also received word that you are one of the people that they are seriously considering allowing to take the test. Of course, you would still need to get an official invitation from an exam proctor before you could even take the test.”
“That’s amazing,” replied Lisa, her voice full of excitement. “What about Hawk and Lizzy?”
“Hawk and Lizzy have already been cleared by an exam proctor and have received their invitations for this year’s exam.”
“How did they receive their invitations already? I thought you said that the proctor hadn’t come yet.” Lisa stared at her Diana, a thousand questions racing through her mind
Diana averted her gaze as she thought of how to phrase the news to her. “The truth is that all the regular invitations for this year’s exam have already been given out. You did not get one. However, each year three exam spots are set aside to offer a second chance for those who failed the initial screening. To earn a spot, a potential candidate must take part in a fighting tournament and win. There are three tournaments and unfortunately for you, the first two tournaments have ended. That said, if you want the final spot you must participate in the final tournament and win.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” said Lisa.
“However, those who enter any of the tournaments and fail to win one of the three coveted spots are banned from taking the Knight’s Exam for two years. Thus, you have a choice to make. You can wait and see if you get an invitation for next year’s exam, or you can risk having to wait for two years to take the exam. Which will it be?” Diana watched as Lisa began fidgeting.
“I can’t allow Hawk and Lizzy to get ahead of me, even if it’s just by one year. I’m going to enter the tournament and I’m going to win,” declared Lisa, her eyes filled with fiery determination.
“That’s my girl,” smiled Diana. “Just so you know, I already signed you up for the tournament as I anticipated you would say yes.”
“What would have happened if I said no?”
“Well, I guess you would have been screwed,” laughed Diana. It was at this time that Lisa finally noticed that Diana was slightly drunk.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“Oh, I’d say maybe a mug or four. It takes me at least ten to get completely drunk,” replied Diana as she polished off what was in the mug in front of her. “By the way, how old are you again?”
“Hawk and I just turned eighteen yesterday. Why do you ask?”
“That’s great!” shouted Diana. She then turned her attention to the bartender and said, “I’d like another ale. Get one for my friend as well.”
As the bartender set the mug down in front of Lisa, she asked, “Why are you buying me a drink?”
“Simple,” said Diana, “now that you are of drinking age you can become my drinking buddy.”
“You really are drunk, aren’t you?”
“Maybe a little,” admitted Diana, “but who cares, today we have a cause for celebration so drink up.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. Hawk would get mad at me if I got drunk,” said Lisa as she pushed the mug away from her. As soon as she did this, Diana burst out in laughter. “Do you mind telling me what’s so funny?”
“Oh it’s just that your brother is way too overprotective. I’m gonna let you in on something, if you always do what he tells you to do, you’ll never get to have any fun. Come on and live a little.” Diana then pushed one of the mugs towards Lisa. “Or are you too chicken?” Diana’s words clearly struck a nerve because a second later, Lisa grabbed the mug and chugged it down.
“Hey bartender, give me another and keep them coming,” yelled Lisa as she slammed the empty mug down.
“That a girl,” cheered Diana as she polished off her fifth mug, completely unaware of the chain of events that her actions had just set in motion.
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Several hours later, Diana and Lisa were still sitting at the bar. “Why does Hawk treat me like I’m a little kid? I’m a grown woman, I can make my own damn decisions” complained a drunken Lisa as she finished off her fifth mug of ale. “I mean I’m the older one by several minutes so if anything, I should be treating him like he’s the little kid.” Lisa then tried to take a sip from her empty mug. “Hey bartender can I get another.”
“I think you should stop now,” said Diana who was now beginning to sober up a bit.
“Screw you,” slurred Lisa, “I’m a grown ass woman who can decide for herself when she’s had enough.”
As Lisa reached for another mug, Diana snatched it from her and pushed it away. “I said you’ve had enough. Now let’s go.”
“Don’t treat me like a child!” screamed Lisa as she stood up from her seat and took a drunken swing at Diana.
Diana easily dodged it. “Then quit acting like one,” replied Diana as she back-handed Lisa across the face hard enough to knock her to the floor.
“You slapped me. I can’t believe you actually slapped me,” stuttered a shocked Lisa as she rubbed her cheek, doing her best not to start crying.
“Well you better believe I just did that. Now if you continue to act like a spoiled child, then I will have no choice but to throw you over my knee right her and now.”
“You don’t have the guts,” retorted Lisa. However, she would quickly regret saying that as Diana quickly grabbed her and threw her over her knee. Before Lisa had time to react, Diana began swatting her bottom with the force of a wooden paddle. Lisa’s cries of pain captured the attention of the other drunken patrons who began laughing at the sight of girl spanking another girl. “Alright. Alright. I’m sorry please just stop,” cried Lisa.
“Will you leave with me right now?” asked Diana, her hand poised to deal another blow. Lisa nodded her head. “Alright then, let’s get out of here.” Diana then got to her feet and offered Lisa a hand. She begrudgingly took it and quickly hoisted to her feet. As Lisa took a step forward, her legs went limp and she fell to her knees. “I see that you’re so drunk that you can’t even stand. Well I guess it can’t be helped.” Diana then turned her back to Lisa and knelt down. “Get on my back. I’ll carry you home.” Lisa did as she was told. The bar patrons watched in amusement as Diana carried Lisa out of the guild hall.
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Once outside of the guild hall, Lisa began came to her senses long enough to realize how bad it would look if she went home now. “Diana, please don’t take me home. If Hawk sees me like this he’ll be really mad,” she pleaded.
“And just where do you expect me to take you then?”
“I was hoping that I could stay with you for the night,” said Lisa in the most innocent sounding voice she could muster. “After all, this is all your fault for goading me into drinking in the first place. And if you think Hawk is going to be mad at me, you have no idea how pissed he’ll be at you for getting me into this situation.”
While Diana was not the slightest bit scared of Hawk, she knew that it was probably better in the long run to avoid a scene with him when he was angry. “Fine, you can stay at my house tonight. But I am taking you back in the morning.”
“Deal,” said Lisa. Suddenly she began squirming a bit.
“Everything okay back there?”
“I’m fine,” she lied. In reality, the five mugs of ale she had drank were now coming back to haunt her.
Almost as if Diana could read her mind, she asked, “Do you need to pee?” Lisa violently shook her head. “Are you sure?” Lisa nodded. “Alright then, just let me know if you change your mind. We have a long walk ahead of us,” said Diana.
Throughout this entire exchange, Lisa had been thinking to herself how embarrassing it would be to admit that she had to pee because with as drunk as she was, there was no way that she was going to be able to go without Diana helping her. The very thought of having the woman she most admired and respected watch her pee terrified her. Instead she decided to try and hold it, a decision that she would soon regret.
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Diana lived in a house on a large hill on the outside of town that overlooked almost the entire valley. In order to get there, the two would need to leave through Solaris’s western entrance. Lisa prayed for all that she was worth that the two would make it out of town without Hawk noticing. All the while, she could feel the liquid in her bladder jostle around with each step that Diana took.
They were almost at the entrance of the town when a familiar voice called out to them. “Diana, Lisa, what’s going on?” As Diana turned around, both she and Lisa saw a female elf running towards them. Diana recognized her as the one Lisa called Lizzy. “Is everything alright?” As Lizzy stepped closer, the reeking smell of booze finally hit her. “Lisa, are you drunk?” asked Lizzy, covering her nose.
“Please don’t tell Hawk,” begged Lisa.
“I’m sorry but if you’re so drunk that you can’t stand on your own, then I have no choice but to tell him,” replied Lizzy.
“Diana, I’m getting down,” declared Lisa as she did her best to get off of Diana’s back. The moment she stood on her own two legs, gravity pulled on her bladder hard enough that the pain caused her to fall to her knees. As she hit the ground, she felt a little squirt out into her panties. It was at this point she knew that it would be impossible for her to get to her feet without drenching herself in the process.
Lizzy looked at Lisa with disgust. “See, you can’t even stand on your own feet. Stay where you are. I’m going to go get Hawk.”
“Please don’t,” begged Lisa.
“I’m sorry,” said Lizzy. Before Lizzy even had a chance to leave, Diana grabbed her and pinned her against one of the buildings dotting the western entrance. “What the hell are you doing!”
“Look Lizzy, the last thing Lisa needs right now is Hawk getting angry with her so could you please keep this whole situation a secret from him?” asked Diana.
“I’m sorry but I just don’t feel comfortable keeping secrets from Hawk,” replied Lizzy. “Now please let me go.”
Diana merely laughed. “Oh really. If you really don’t like keeping secrets from Hawk, then I’m sure that he already knows about that special ointment you asked me to make you.” Lizzy averted her gaze, her face flush with embarrassment. This gave Diana all the ammunition she needed. “Now listen here elf girl, if you want to tell Hawk about what you saw here, then by all means go ahead. But know that if you do, then I will tell Hawk all about the ointment I gave you and what you’re using if for.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” said Lizzy, doing her best to be as intimidating as she could.
“Try me,” replied Diana.
Lizzy paused for a moment as she thought of what to do. “Alright I won’t tell him about this, just please don’t mention the ointment thing to anybody.”
“Sure thing,” said Diana. “However, in exchange I do want you to tell him that Lisa is staying at my place tonight. Now get lost.” Lizzy did as she was told. The moment she was out of sight, Diana walked back over to Lisa and knelt down so Lisa could climb onto her back once more. Once Lisa was on Diana’s back, they began the trek for Diana’s house one more.
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They were half way up the hill when Lisa began losing control of her bladder. Lisa felt another spurt of urine leak into her partially soiled panties, the feeling of which caused her entire body to shiver. Diana clearly noticed Lisa’s discomfort as she said, “I know you need to pee but just hold on a little longer, were almost there.”
“I don’t think I can. It hurts really bad,” whined Lisa, another few drops staining her panties. “Just put me down, I’ll go right here.”
“I can’t do that,” said Diana. “The slope here is so steep that one wrong move and we could both go tumbling down. If you’ve got to go just go. Don’t worry about getting me wet. I’ll wash it off later.”
“I can’t do that,” cried Lisa.
“You don’t really have a choice,” said Diana. “Just do it.”
“Are you sure,” asked Lisa, her body barely able to hold it back. Diana nodded. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered into Diana’s ear. Diana felt Lisa’s body begin to tremble once more. Seconds later, Diana felt something warm and wet run down her back. Turning her head slightly back, she saw a combination of shame and relief cross Lisa’s face. The look on Lisa’s face was so erotic that Diana had to avert her gaze in order to keep her composure. She continued moving up the hill, all the while feeling Lisa’s pee soak down the back of her dress.
By the time they entered Diana’s house, both girls were drenched. Diana set Lisa down before grabbing a bucket to draw water for a bath from the well outside her house. As she began gathering the water, she was reminded of the mugs of ale that she had drank. She held it in as she filled her tub with water, and once that was accomplished proceeded to walk outside. Realizing that it no longer mattered if her dress got dirty since the back was already covered in piss, Diana just let it flow. She looked down as the front of her dress began to darken around her crotch and spread downward. The force of her stream was so strong that it soon overflowed her panties and came crashing down like a waterfall beneath her. When she was done, she walked back into the house and made preparations to heat the bath. What neither of the girls knew was that this night would change their relationship forever.
To be Continued… |
'How.....How did it come to this....'
Hours past.....Tragedies averted, perversions diverted, and agonies distorted.....
All leading up to this one...final....intense moment....
It all started a day much like any other. The sun peeked out over the horizon, slowly raising to see our story's heroine listlessly....Fruitlessly tossing and turning in bed....
"Nnnnn....I wanna go back to sleep...." she grumbled for what was likely the fifth time that morning, but she couldn't shake this sense of....unease? Discomfort? Dread? No..it wasn't any of that....
No...Kozuko Motou [Koz-Mo for short], was.....
...
In a rut.
'I get up... I work....I go home for some internet time....and I go to bed..' she thought to herself, before eventually prying the colors off of her. 'Feels like I'm just like a train, stuck on the rails until the day i shut down....'
She didn't hate the system for it's part in things... No....It was just a....sense of looming despair that was washing over her.......A sense of dread, eating away at her sanity...
She could always try out attending that school that she received an invitation to weeks ago to break up the monotony.......Maybe..
...
Or she could see if there were any new uploads to that site she frequented in her quiet time....
....
Or...
....
"Buh...I just need to do something exciting..!" she quipped to herself as she fought her way out of bed..... A small frame, accented with long, dark brown hair that went halfway down her back....Wildly untamed at this time of the day. with Red pajamas hugging her lithe form snugly, as something started to shimmer behind her....
A mysterious essence, vaguely humaoid, with a mixture of purple and blue skin...Hands running over her hair, and straightening up her outfit.....
"Nnn..Thanks Lotto." she muttered as she continued mulling over her decisions... The mysterious entity floating alongside her as she trudged through her apartment....
Lotto was...as she boldly stated in her movie, was a 'Sit'...A power that always sat behind her...Always watching over her, and always supporting her. It drew upon her own natural essence and emotions.... Always did what it could to support and care for her....
So, when it was coming out on it's own, she knew she was in a slump. She was grateful for it's help, but she still found herself pacing around awkwardly as the morning grew onward.....
"There has to be something..." she thought to herself out loud as she made her way to the bathroom for her morning visit, her own personal timer starting to give her a few nudges where to go......
"...Oh..!!"
when an idea hit her. When was the last time she'd felt frantic excitement? Such wild intensity? Such a strain to accomplish a goal in mind, blasting away the daily routine?
"The Alliance Challenge, of course!"
She completely discarded the notion of a bathroom to rocket to her computer and quickly navigated the pages of the web and forums....Coming upon her salvation...her relief..Her break from the monotony.
Many, many months ago, our heroine had taken on an Ordeal of massive proportions, pushing her to her very limits, and even further over! She had fought, tooth and nail, for all of the marbles. Her pride, her dignity, and her well being! She had ultimately emerged victorious, at a hefty cost.....But, that wasn't something she could fret about now... No..This was a time for action, not mulling about.
"If this doesn't get me out of my funk, nothing will!" she called out triumphantly, reaching for, and thumbing out her phone. "Gotta call work, tell em I won't be showing up for today..! I've got to be ready..!"
She studied the past recollection, and thumbed through her emails to try to scrap together as many details as she could.....Picking up with various materials, necessary items, and various additional things.... Thinking excitedly about what she was preparing to do...And feeling the surge of excitement coming back to her.....
"First up, the outfit..!" she called, dashing to her wardrobe and thumbing through for garments in question....
A lovely plaid miniskirt that came just above the knees, complimented by black knee socks that would compliment said skirt nicely..... A familiar jean jacket, with a black designer shirt underneath it...A black beanie to put over her dark hair...Which Lotto would help her tie into a pair of twintails. The only discrepancy from her attire came from the undergarments, purely by way of chance.
She couldn't wear the same pair as prior, for a mixture of obvious reasons....Settling instead on some reddish cotton panties, and a similarly red bra. Pink was just light red after all, right?
"Alright..! Time for Kozuko Motou to transform! Henshin a Go-go, baby!"
She discarded her red pajamas, showing off copious amounts of nearly snow-white skin, Lotto assisting her in her transformation from everyday working girl Kozuko...into the internet Omo-Ninja and cinema sensation, Koz-Mo!
"Alright...! Now to get ready for today..!" she told herself, grabbing two extra pairs of panties, a few plastic bags, a mug, and a handful of change to deposit in her bag... Slipping into some fuzzy black boots as she prepared to tackle today!
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About an hour or so later, she made her way to the Mall of her destiny, with a bit of nervous apprehension...and a bit of welling excitement. She had been here many moons ago, to have her climactic accident for the world to know.....But they would never see something like this to come... An encore.....
"Or at least as much as I can muster..." she stated to herself as she paced in...Preparing herself mentally for this challenge. However, as she stepped in... The essence behind her quivered....And she turned.
"Ah? Lotto?" she called...As the being shimmered...twisted...and distorted... Before slowly fading back into her... The girl's eyes widening.
Lotto's powers were always...sporadic, and inexplicable, yet always within the context of her own goals. It would gain the power to combat a trial she was overcoming, then fade away at the end of her trial, with little retained. She didn't know what to make of it, as she knew no others with the power of Sits, but she knew she could count on it for..whatever she needed.
Koz-Mo proceeded to the food court for a proper breakfast with copious amounts of beverages, as per her own story......Glancing around for her friends. It would be unlikely that she would meet up with any of them on this random, off day she'd brought onto herself.... As she glanced over to one of the long hallways that lead to a restroom....
"Come on, Don't be like that...You know you want it..." an unpleasant looking [and likely smelling] man called out to a woman with violet hair, who went to push past him.
"For the last time, I'm not intereted.." she stated in a firm, low voice.....Flinching only when the man took hold of her arm.
"I wasn't asking, sweet-cheeks." the vulgar man snapped..... Moving to grab much more than an arm... As Koz-Mo sprang into action.....
"KOZMO...KICK!" she announced to the man, and the world as she made a profound LEAP of faith, Lotto's powers accenting her legs so she could perform superhuman like feats...As the heel of her boot met with the man's face with a resounding KA-RACK.... The man stumbling back...
"Why you...!" he snarled in response, but Koz-Mo was quicker... Landing gracefully as her skirt fluttered down with a relentless assault of punches.
"ORARARARARARARARARARARA!" she sounded off, each punch colliding with the man's body in tandem to completely overwhelm him, knocking him to the ground in a heap of pain. Koz-Mo watched as a few security guards at the mall hauled the man off... the mysterious violet haired girl turning to her.
"Thank you for the assistance, miss." she mused with a pleasant smile, as Koz-Mo turned.
"Just delivering justice upon evil! No thanks are needed." she replied with a confident grin, one hand on her side, while the other posed on her chest. It was a bit silly to pose after a victory, but dammit it was tradition.
"Well, then....Between Just-us.." the woman answered with a sly...Amused expression. "You should take some of these. I have a feeling they'll be useful on your journey..."
The woman handed Koz-Mo a strange, sealed bag of some kind of what looked like blue gummy candies, the packaging on the top cluing her in to their identity.
'Aqua Droplets: Sweeter than the Relief of a full tank!
"Um...Thank you..?" Koz-Mo called as she looked up... but, to her surprise... The mysterious woman was gone!
Confused, yet with her interest piqued, coupled with the adrenaline rush of a pervert beat-down, Koz-Mo returned to her spot at the foot court, and glanced over the package of droplets, the nutritional value having an...interesting discrepancy on the bottom of it.
'Warning: Do not ingest more than 3 droplets in an hour if you value your dignity, garments, and tinkle-tank's well being.'
The text made Koz-Mo flush with embarrassment, given the woman's certainty that these would help her. Was she a witness to her prior escapade? Did she recognize her? Or was it all some kind of weird coincidence? And most importantly....
"Is this thing....Legit?" she couldn't help but ponder, the packaging seeming normal as she glanced over her shoulder. "Lotto! Thoughts?"
The essence that covered her seemed to peek out at the bag of candies, a hand running over the bag.. Before curling into a thumbs up. If nothing else, she could be assured it was no toxin, drug, or otherwise harmful substance, as she tore open the bag.
"Only one way to find out for sure.." she called to herself as she gingerly took one of the candies, and placed it in her mouth... Lightly sucking on it, and swirling it around in her mouth...
Surprisingly, it tasted incredibly well! A strange mixture of sugary-glaze, with an oddly refreshing aftertaste that filled her mouth like her favorite soda. She barely realized she had swallowed the candy as it went down easily..... Prompting her to glance down at the bag.
"Huh...interesting..." she called, lightly shifting her hips to gauge her own meter. She wasn't anywhere close to starting the challenges like before....and after about a minute of waiting, she let out a slight sigh.
"Well, it was worth a try." she remarked with a wistful tone, grabbing a handful of the candies, and popping them in her mouth...Enjoying the pleasant, refreshing and sweet taste, washed down by whatever was inside of them..As she stood up to get some lunch..
Pang....Pang.....PANG!
And flinching as she felt a sudden jolt in her lower belly. A sudden, pronounced need making itself known. She lightly pressed her knees together, blinking a bit as she recognized her urge...
"Oh...Maybe..I just read it wrong..." she thought to herself as she started over to one of the many food stands, pleasantly surprised by the effects....And intending to push herself a bit further...
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Only to find herself go from a brisk pace, to a staggered walk...to a slow hobble....To kneeling over in abject agony....To completely bent over, both hands buried in her skirt...
"Haaahn...Haaaah...HAAAAH...!" she groaned out faster and faster, each moment feeling like she was a balloon being filled with a garden hose. Seconds felt like gallons being added, and she could barely move without feeling warmth coating her hands...
"Nnn..!! NNNN....I..I can't...It's...It's..." she whimpered quietly to herself, losing herself in the pressure...The ocean...The waves...The sheer, oncoming flood......
"Aaaaahhhhhh..!!!!"
As a fierce jet of crystal-clear liquid shot out of her, offering no mercy to her panties, her skirt, her socks, her fingers, or the very ground she slumped on. Her knees knocked, her legs shook, and her hips wobbled as spray after spray made a mockery of the human capacity to retain liquid. Her red panties were soaked from gusset to halfway up her posterior, trickling trails troubling her creamy legs, and saturating the black socks she had worn to accentuate the plaid, which was quickly starting to mat to her hips, and hands... Both of which were now bathed in warm wetness of Koz-Mo's personal Lemonade.... Her faucet relentlessly gushing out for several agonizingly blissful minutes....
"Ahhhnn..Ahhhhh.....!"
The girl herself made several groaning, moan-filled pantings as every ounce of liquid she had been retaining...Or, what very well felt like every bit of liquid she had ever drank in her entire life was pouring out of her.... Her deluge of waters making a puddle that looked like it could fill a fountain.......And she still didn't feel even remotely close to empty! People were gathering...Marveling....Exclaiming.....Ridiculing...panicking.... She was making a scene... The biggest scene she could imagine in recent memory...
"Haaaahhnnnn....Haaaa....Haaaaa...!!!"
And yet, the girl's mind was completely scrubbed of any other thoughts than relief as she could do nothing but helplessly provide the mall with a bountiful supply of her waters, shuddering and shivering as she continued to pee on, and on and on.... losing herself in the mass of relief, and feeling her mind starting to go completely blank with relief......
Before she suddenly found herself back in her seat, with the handful of blue candies in her hand... And the essence of Lotto slowly flickering out of her body.
"...Ah?"
She checked at the bag, her garments, and most importantly, the area around her for signs of what she had just experienced, finding none. No people gawking, no massive Lake Koz-Mo spreading it's borders throughout the lands.. No onlookers mocking or marveling at her mistake. No growing stains on her skirt, no liquids cascading down her thighs, no dampness in her garments... It was as things were mere minutes ago...Completely free of the tinkle-turmoil that has entrapped her lands....
"Did...Lotto just send me...Back?!" she thought out loud, going to confer with herself to piece it together, with the being's help. She had indeed warped back to a 'Checkpoint' in her current plotline....just before the fatal mistake for her bladder's control..... Something that Lotto defined to her as a potential Wet End.
She quickly deposited the sweets back in their packaging, and quickly tucked it away into her bag....Waiting for the telltale moment from her previous experience after she'd stood up....
Pang....
And, as if on cue, she felt the pressure in her own tank slowly coming to surface.... The first droplet affecting her. and making her press her legs together.
Thousands of thoughts raced in her mind at this, about the mysterious woman..about Lotto's time-travel's trick...About the sheer-implosion of her bladder, mass of relief, and outright devastation of all liquids she ever held dear......But, none of them were important right now... No.....
Now, was the time for something much more than that......With her bladder now at a suitably comfortable level of need, and with no risk of the forcible expulsion of her liquids...
She could properly begin...The Alliance Challenge, Redux!
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AuthorFaust: Faust hopes you all have enjoyed part 1 of Koz-Mo's Alliance challenge, Redux! A Re-telling of Kozmofox's wondrous Kozmo Lotto Challenge This story is obviously inspired, heavily influenced, and otherwise instituted by Kozmo's lovely telling of her own experience, to which Faust has decided to do as a story in his own style, [With the blessing of KozmoFox, of course], but with a few extra...little twists. Feel free to go back and Read Kozmo's challenge to see what kind of things to expect, but be warned....
Not everything will go as it did for her, so stay tuned to find out what happens next in this Faust-inian remix of one of [If not THE in Faust's opinion] best experiences Omo.org has to offer! Expect drama, romance^, and Action galore!
*Addendum: Romance is highly unlikely in this story. Instead, you should expect copious amounts of illicit, watery-y Wet-ends to sate the curious minds, and the majesty of the ever prominent answers to the question 'What If?'
@KozmoFox Here is the first bout in writing! Faust hopes you believe it is a fitting story to work with your own experience! |
[Alliance Challenge: Redux... Episode 2, Pose No Threat]
Content with her current state of affairs, from her bladder's gradual growth, to her Sit's temporary power, Kozuko could think of only one thing from here.....
Replicating her previous magnum opus, and proving she held dominance over the Alliance challenge!
"Hrm..I should find those e-mails again.." she stated to herself as she thumbed through her phone, passing over email after email.......Until, she came across the first of several starred messages.
"Mmmn...There you are.." she called, pressing at her screen to pop the message open, as she read over it. A simple one, the first of ten.... Or, was it eleven? She had trouble remembering in the heat of the moment...
"Go to a crowded section of the store, and stand for five minutes..." she read out loud, pacing already through the mall. "Hands must be occupied at all times...Move your legs as little as possible.... A fountain would be acceptable as well..."
Well, it was an easy challenge... Enough to gauge her need, and see if she was properly prepared for the trials ahead......
Kozuko made her way through the mall with a steady pace, navigating the usual groups of people and crowds easily as she looked for the most crowded section of the mall: A sort of four-way path that was smack-dab in the center of the mall, and as such, connected all of the buildings together. Traffic was usually pronounced as people traversed from one path to another, and she found today to be no different....
"So many people..." she stated to herself, feeling her legs tense up a bit as her somewhat latent piddle need reared it's head once again. She gave a slow, tight nod to herself as she approached...suddenly hearing a hauntingly familiar noise..
SSsssshhhkksshhhhhsshhhhhhh
A water fountain? Since when was that installed? ....Was it always there, and she just forgot about it?
Regardless, it felt like fate that she would need a fountain, and it would present itself like this. Certainly, a good place to start her challenge.....
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Even if the gushing, splashing waters were practically pleading with her to cross her legs....To put a hand down there...To apply even the lightest bit of pressure...
'But no! Our Heroine won't be giving up that easily, fountain of feminine frustration!' she lightly thought to herself, keeping her legs parted, and her hands busy with her phone and tablet. Five minutes, the challenge said... Five minutes, and she could move on, if she was prepared. She could proceed with her challenges, to overcome them, yes....
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So, why was it that five minutes felt so long? Koz-Mo's mind struggled to keep her thoughts away from the watery imagery that plagued her mind... Lack of an active audience meaning she couldn't commune with them to distance herself from the gushing displaced waters of the fountain... Couldn't keep her from straining to keep her legs straight,and her hips from swaying back and forth... From what little squirming she couldn't squash from her system.....Thoughts raced back from mere minutes prior, to the accidental wet end she had triggered, positively exploding and gushing in a manner similar to the fountain she stood next to, and of the illicit, mysterious candies that provoked those urges, and stimulated her own..... All of these thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to not picture making another fountain of her own designs.......
As a single minute passed.
....
Truly, this was a special kind of agony, and the girl was well suited to start her challenges already....Now fighting to not sway back and forth a little faster as she started to idly look up unimportant details and information... Trope-ing along to try to pass the time before she could part ways with these splashing, pounding waves.....Before something different from last time happened.
"Umm...Excuse me, Miss.."
Someone approached her! Kozuko visibly flinched and tensed up her thighs as she lowered her phone from a trope, glancing over.
"Ah? Yes..?" Kozuko responded, looking at the person who approached. It was a girl...... She looked to be about a teenager, with short, straight brown hair that was accompanied by a black hairband, decorated with clovers. Underneath her bangs, Kozuko could make out brown eyes that wore a meek expression, her eyes quickly parting from Kozuko's when they met.
"I...was just..um....wondering.." the girl called, averting her gaze fully at this point, and reaching into her bag. "If...you've ever heard of...Koz-Mo's Weird Journey?"
...
Something clicked in Kozuko's mind at this, and her expression shifted to a pleased smile. Had she heard of it? No, even better than that....
"Sono Chi No Sodame!" Kozuko mused, lightly twirling her hands in motion, gesturing towards the new girl as she threw her hand over her face.
"Koooooooooooooooooooooz!""MO!" the girl excitedly finished, posing with her opposite hand. "Wondrous! Wonderful! That's great!"
"Heheheh. Koz-Mo at your service, madam." Kozuko answered with a playful bow, as the girl's eyes went wide.
"Wow...I....I...I mean.." she responded, as the object she was reaching for was revealed to Kozuko's eyes.....
Koz-Mo's Weird Journey: Volume one
"I...I thought you looked like her..." she continued, lightly shaking as she stood. "I..I didn't think I'd get to meet THE Koz-Mo! C..Could I..."
"Of course you can have an autograph." Kozuko replied sweetly, as the girl provided her with the book, and quickly pat herself down to pull out a pen for her to write with. "To whom would you like me to write this to?"
"Hinami! Hinami Fueguchi! It's spelled like.."
Kozuko felt positively elated at the recent unfolding of events, penning down the girl's name, and a lovely little message. She was in the movies, yes... And, she knew the person that was creating the manga... At least vaguely, but to be recognized in public.....
She felt like the day was already taking a turn for the positive as she passed the book back to the girl, and grinned.
"Thank you! Thank you so very much!" Hinami prominently sounded, bowing her head repeatedly. "I..I never thought I'd get a chance to see you in person! I adore the movie...The manga.... How you never give up, in spite of dire circumstances, how you tackle challenges head on, and...and..."
Kozuko was more than willing to let the girl talk herself out, leaning slightly to rest a hand on the fountain, as the girl gushed about various moments in the story... About the power she awakened to, about the theoretical abilities of it... And, generally gushed as much as the water fountain did, with information to assure Kozuko her interest was genuine....
"And I'm excited for Stance is Unmistakable, and..and.." the girl continued, before flinching again. "Ah! I'm sorry, but I forgot I was meeting up with some friends!"
"Ah, that's okay." Kozuko assured, waving her hands. "I had somewhere to be too."
"Oh, sorry if I kept you!" Hinami apologized once more, starting to pace off. "Thanks again! It was nice meeting you!"
Kozuko watched the girl trail off at this, finally glancing back at her phone for a moment to see how much time had passed....
"Twenty minutes?!" she snapped in a shocked manner, her knees immediately crossing over another as her mind was no longer distracted with maintaining composure in front of a fan, or the restraints of the challenge's standards. She could feel her bladder having swollen inside of her during her brief pause, as if someone had been sneakily pooling waters into her personal reservoir instead of the fountain, but she could manage it...
For now, she had to thumb for the next E-Mail, her fingers running over one that wasn't her intended target, but still appropriate nevertheless.
"Go to a store with it's own faculty bathrooms, and ask to use it...." she read off softly to herself, as she started to pace towards a sort of in-mall convenience store. "Of course..Don't use it... And...Then, go buy a drink..."
She swiftly, yet stiffly strode into the store, bending at the knees every so many steps as she tried to keep her legs tightly together... Looking around for a worker..
"Nnn...Aren't they supposed to be at the register..?" she pondered to herself, not out of malice for the retail worker, but out of an understated plight for her own bladder. A few moments passed, and she considered leaving for another store, as a figure came out from the back end of the store.
"Ah, sorry to keep you waiting Miss. Can I help you?"
A different man than the one she saw last time. This one had medium-length, curled hair...And a slightly forced smile. She did not envy his position as a retail worker, but, for once, she did know exactly what she needed.
"I....Cou....Do you have a store bathroom?" she sounded, letting her knees meet, and sticking out her bottom a bit. "I...I really need to use it..."
"Ah, well we do..." the man started, glancing over his shoulder. "It's....well, it's..usually supposed to only be for workers.....And...Only in cases of..Absolute emergency.... They want to keep up the image that the store's all neatly pressed, professional, and all of that.... And, usually they say that we're supposed to tell people no, because we've had some people really mess up our bathrooms, and the guy who does cleaning hates having to clean up after them, and there's the mall bathrooms over there..Which, the girl's is usually always super-mega-Crowded, but..."
Kozuko had never been more certain in her distaste for elaboration than at this point, as she lightly bit her lip, and held in a soft groan...
"But, I'm gonna let you go, because you look ready to pop." the man finally finished, earning him a pair of pleading eyes, and a slight bow.
"Thank you...!" she stated, staggering into the bathroom, and shutting the door. She straightened herself up at this, and glanced over at a mirror and sink combination, moving to touch up her outfit and hair to pass the time.
She had to go, yes... But she didn't have to go nearly as bad as she had been pretending to. Perhaps she had been deliberately playing it up to try to incite a favorable outcome?
It wasn't until her eyes met the toilet did she feel her knees wobbling once more, and her personal tank starting to swell.....
"Nnnghh....!" she groaned much more audibly, a hand moving down to knead at her feminine opening....Her personal faucet, straining to not let a single drop out...
What little there was of the miniskirt was already heavily bunched up in her iron grip, as she bounced..shifted...and groaned more and more. The thought of a toilet was tough...but the presence was positively maddening as she knelt down slightly, staring at what could very well be her salvation.....If she would relent on her challenge.....
But, Koz-Mo was no quitter!
"Hey, are you okay in there?" the cashier's voice quickly snapped her out of her trance, as she turned her head.
"Ah..! Um....yeah. J..just a minute.." she answered back, moving to the sink to run the water to pretend she was just washing up her hands........Groaning tightly at the sounds of water returning... About to grasp the handle to the outside world, when..
"Oh shit..! Hey..um..can you stay in there a bit longer?My..uh, Boss just swung by, and she's looking cross. If she sees I let a customer into the employee only bathroom..."
Koz-Mo's heart sank at this, realizing a new plight. Had she properly relieved herself as she said, it would be no issue whatsoever...
But, given her self-imposed challenge.. More time with the toilet was just.....unfathomable! Unspeakable! Unacceptable!
"Y..Yeah..S..sure..." she answered quietly, her hands going back to gripping at her girlhood...And clenching for all of her might. She dared not to sit down, she dared not to try to lean against the sink... She dared not to make any noise at all....Intending to ride out the unexpected arrival of an authoritative figure.....
.....
'Nnn...How long has it been...' she thought to herself as she winced.....Her knuckles growing white with strain, while her legs crossed and uncrossed, her skirt practically wadded in her hands as she finally resorted to leaning against the sink...If only so she could properly hold herself, and cross her legs without risk of stumbling, or falling over. She wanted to reach for her phone, but every time she so much as thought about removing her hands from their precarious position, she swore she could feel a slight warmth threatening the sanctity of her panties....
It had been at least ten minutes.... Maybe even twenty.... Possibly thirty... Koz-Mo took several deep breaths, and whimpered softly under her breath as she glanced towards the door....Pondering the other side of it.
Was the Cashier's boss still around? Was he still around? Did he forget about her, and was leaving her to eternal damnation in this confined space of toiletry relief? She couldn't tell by looking... And, for the better part of the past agonizing half hour.... She dared not to ask.
She could feel her pulse racing, her heart pacing, and could feel her bladder displacing all that she had. It was a truly torturous, troublesome tinkle situation....One that had but a single endgoal in mind....
"Hey....are you still in there, or did you leave already?" the damnable voice called back to her, as she straightened herself up from the sink, with a gasp of relief.
"Ah..! What happened?!" Koz-Mo snapped sharply, followed by a short gasp. The sudden shift in her posture incited more than just a change of stance....
Psssh!
As she felt the throes of relief forcibly coercing her body into complying..Bit by bit.
"My boss came by to tell me to pick up some stock we had to get for the store. It's a big mall, so I had to travel with it a long ways. She didn't even stay behind to help me unload it!"
Koz-Mo wanted to snap back at this man, but she was in a more pressing, more-than-slightly straining situation, as the breaking of her seal was already starting to strain her otherwise stout control. Every few seconds of speech she was forced to hear, another spill...Another spray of warmth...and another shift of her legs as streams started to trickle down..... Struggling futilely to stopper her personal hose.
"Anyways...Coast is clear. You can come out now. in fact, I kind of gotta piss myself, so if you could..."
Koz-Mo's body went rigid at the mere mention of the word....A sudden spray of spent-desperation surging out with what sounded to her like a Loud
PSSSSSSSSHHHHHH
"Agh..!"
She doubled over at this, trying her damnedest to restrain her flow......Failing to compel her waters to slow their descent..
.Psssh..pssssh..Sppppshhh..PSSSSSSSSSSHHHH
"Awaaaaahhhnn,...."
As she realized, with abject horror, that she had overstepped her limits completely. The red material that was stalling her stream was swiftly saturated with a now coherent, crystal clear stream.......That dribbled and dropped down her thigh-highs, into the fuzz of her boots, and splashed along the floor sloppily as she softly wailed....Starting to futilely struggle to her denied salvation, the ignored toilet....As her needs refused to be in that moment....
A step turned into a squat...and a vicious spray turned into a complete voiding of her waters, Koz-Mo unable to even get herself up from the pissing posture she had fallen into....
The balled up skirt was completely soaked in the battle, her red panties dripped from crotch to thigh....And, if one were to enter, they would see it pool up on her bottom as well, making it no mistake what had occurred, from any angle.....As Lake KozMo's waters flowed free once again....
The girl dreaded the revelation that would occur from her delayed departure, from her shameful stains, and from her produced puddle. She had a few napkins for light wetness, but nothing for the level of a full blown accident! Nothing, except for....
'Rou...Letta!'
The sound of her sit's power activating... reverting her back to a very desperate, but manageable state in the bathroom.....Quite a length prior, as the man's voice rang out.
"If she sees I let a customer into the employee only bathroom again, she'll be...."
"Yeah...I can wait.." Koz-Mo called back, as the man's voice trailed off. Kozuko waited for a few tense moments, before daring to nudge open the door...Seeing an empty store, once again!
"Better not waste this.." she thought out loud, dashing out from behind the counter as she made her hasty escape from the dignity prison of a store, and mingled back into the mall.
Two down, Eight to go! Or..was it nine..? Decisions!
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[Alliance Challenge Redux: Episode 3: Change of Pace]
Free from her previous challenge, we return to Kozuko as she puts significant distance between her and the accursed store that claimed an ill-timed expulsion of her liquids..... Which, though swiftly undone by Lotto's powers, would not go unpaid at a later time....
Free from the shackles and confines of the employee bathroom, Kozuko glanced at her phone to check the time.
"Looks like I spent an extra twenty minutes in there." she stated to herself, as she glanced around. "Maybe I should go ahead, and start the next challenge..."
She started to thumb through the emails again, before glancing back over the one she had just completed...Flinching as she re-read it.
"Oh, right. I need to get a drink, before that one's done. " she remarked, tensing her thighs a bit more at the idea of giving her body more liquid to process...But, still confident. She completed the Alliance challenge once, she could easily manage it again!
Kozuko paced purposefully down the mall, heading towards one of the many sections of the food-court options without a line, as she set her hands on the table.
"Can I get a Fountain Dew? Mode Red?" she asked, the attendant turning with a plastic, practiced smile.
"Coming right up!" they answered quickly, moving to fill up a moderately sized cup with a crimson soda....Prompting Kozuko to press her palm into the front of her skirt.
'Don't think about it too much..' she mentally commanded herself, steeling herself as the cup was filled up. She wouldn't dare show weakness...Not to a mere beverage, or any other facet of this challenge. No......She wouldn't give even an inch....Or else...
"Your drink." the attendant called to her, as she thumbed out some bills to pay, taking the cup with a straw, and began to sip at it. A refreshing, caffeine-filled rush of cool liquid filled her mouth, and though she could feel her body recoiling at the thought of processing more liquid.... She could also feel the rush of sugar and caffeine starting to stir her focus a bit more....
"Mmm...I can do this....I can do this." she stated to herself as she quietly nursed the beverage with one hand, pulling out her phone to thumb for the next set of challenges.
"Spam....Spam...Weekly ad.." she quietly noted between sips and taps...Before finally coming up on the segment of challenge-Emails again. As she opened up one though, she felt herself freezing in place.
"Go into a bathroom, and relieve yourself, somehow.....For exactly Five seconds." she stated, crossing her legs over one another. "Then....Do everything in your power to stop...The.....Flow...."
Kozuko felt herself bending forward slightly as she tried very hard not to recollect how it had gone last time. A single bathroom....a sink...and some less-than graceful posture, through her garments. She could feel a swell of pressure from the memory...But, she lowered a hand at this, squeezing herself as she collected her resolve.
"Nnnghh...No..! I won't falter...I'll do it..." she stated again to herself, softly. "I'll do it right this time too..."
Last time, she had felt like it was lightly cheating to do it in a private bathroom..But, for this instance.... She would go to the public bathrooms... And...
...
"Nnngh....."
She remembered how not fun it was trying to stop, and if she wanted to follow the rules to the letter, she'd have to find a way to relieve herself in not a toilet, in order to shave off precious minutes from her lengthy hold. A troublesome task...But, Kozuko was no quitter!
"First up, the bathroom.." she instructed to herself, pacing around the mall...Looking for that telltale sign.......Focused...mentally prepared...And resolved.
...
A will that faltered slightly as she rounded the corner of one of the halls leading to the bathrooms....And she bore witness to the longest line she'd ever seen, stemming out of the girl's bathrooms.
"Wh..What the hell?!" she exclaimed incredulously, seeing figure after figure standing...No less than seven girls standing outside of the room of salvation.
"Nnn...I knew we shouldn't have had so much to drink.." Kozuko heard, seeing the girl from before several spots in front of her. "The line's barely moving..."
"Nnn...! I know..!" another girl, even smaller, and with nearly porcelain skin called...Both of her hands pressed into a blue skirt. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it...!"
The very thought made Kozuko's legs clamp together...Wincing slightly as she sat her beverage down on a nearby bench. She hadn't expected a line this incredibly long.... To see this many other girls, with a plight similar to hers...
And, she most certainly did not want to be present in case anyone else came up short......And forced her to endure that awfully tempting noise...Kozuko digging her hands into her skirt to halt her own faucet from making noises.
'Nnn...This...This is Hell..' Kozuko thought to herself, glancing at her phone. Another ten minutes had passed since her last check, meaning now she was now three challenges behind schedule for her bladder.....And, was certainly starting to feel it.
"And with a line like this, by the time I'd get in, it might be too late.." she thought to herself as she felt the pressure rising.....The tense situation tempting out her long-tormented tinkle. 'But...I need a bathroom to do these challenges.......Is there another one around, close by?'
She wracked her brain for the layout of the mall, and tried to ponder where the nearest place to relieve herself for those precious seconds would be.....Though, as she did....Lotto's form emerged from her, and gave her an answer......
It's fingers gesturing to the other end of the hall...With a blue sign, and a conspicuously empty line.
' I.....could never...' she thought to herself as she glanced at the boy's toilets....Tensing her thighs. For a few, scant moments, the idea was impossible... Incapable of being formed....Completely out of the question...
Pang...Ssh..
But, a forceful press from her internal clock, coupled with what felt like the lightest of dampness escaping her clenched lips.... Impossible quickly became improbable...Unfavorable...undesirable......inescapable.
If she wanted to get back on track to doing her challenges, there was no other, feasible method. She had to do this.....
Glancing back at the line with one look, Lotto peeking ahead and out the way for her....Kozuko held her breath nearly as much as she held her now definitely damp garments....And darted into the much emptier room....Closing the door behind her as she felt her heart pounding, and setting her bag on the nearest counter.
The boy's bathroom had a strange....pervasive atmosphere to her.. .A sense of anxiety filled her, coupled with a rush of...excitement? She wasn't supposed to be in here...It was illicit...It was taboo....
...
But, it was certainly exciting. A definite improvement on her last foray into the Alliance challenge....One she could say was definitely more adventurous, and extravagant than her last foray!
...
But if that door so much as creaked, she feared she would lose it all in shock......So, before she could get distracted, she figured she should act fast.
There were only two stalls in the bathroom, coupled with two urinals...Along with a sink, with...unfortunately, a sensor activated faucet. She knew if she stepped close, it would immediately start spraying water.... And, that was the last thing she wanted plaguing her senses right now. However, the walls of the stalls went all the way to the floor, keeping her from knowing if someone was in the closed doors without physically checking herself...
Something she did not want to risk right now. No, if she was going to do this, she would have to be quiet...careful..and most of all..
Fast.
She wanted to hop up on the sink and repeat her last endeavor....but, her streak of fortune, coupled with her own confidence brewed an idea. An illicit one, but an idea nevertheless. Not hearing any telltale noises from the stalls, and reminding herself she had supernatural powers this time.. She began to put her plan into action.
"Lotto..Make sure no one comes in.." she instructed her Sit, allowing it to part ways from her body a decent amount....The entity being able to manipulate physical objects and people, without being seen by anyone who didn't have a Sit themselves. As such, it could likely physically dissuade any would-be people from entering the stall as she went to complete her...Business.
Feeling the weight in her bladder starting to scream at her from being held up so long, coupled with the promise of relief, Kozuko decided it would be as good a time as any to try something new..... Pacing over to one of the urinals, and starting to wrap up her skirt above her waist.
"N...Not a blind rush this time...." she told herself, having enough time to get her miniskirt out of the way, as her fingers hooked her crimson panties. "And, it's technically not a toilet... So, it fits the criteria for the bonus. Just...gotta.....Nnaaaahhhhhh..."
Five seconds. That's all the time she would have, before having to clamp off her flow by any means necessary. With the intense pressure that had been growing inside of her since she started this challenge, she was feeling confident in having a forceful enough stream to clear at least a small distance...As she pressed herself as close to the alternate station of relief, and not only let herself relax... But even pushed on her own pent-up muscles, intent on buying herself as much time as possible.
P..PSSSSSSS..PSSSSSSSSSHHH..PSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSHHHHHH
A geyser of pent-up piddle started to erupt from her parted lower lips, splashing powerfully into the porcelain wall before her...Crystal clear waters noisily cascading down the Urinal with the force of a thousand suns! ...Or at least, it felt like a vicious rainstorm surging out of her. The sheer relief from letting out so much liquid was maddening, as Koz-Mo flushed deep red, and had to bite down on her lips to avoid a moan of relief..
' Three......Four......Five!' she had counted out in her head slowly....Unsure of the proper timing, but too relieved to care. As she hit five though, came the hard part...
Stopping.
"Nnngh........Nnn..Nnn.." she quickly groaned to herself, letting her skirt fall, and her panties snap back into place as she clenched her lower muscles as tightly as they'd go...Both of her hands trying to halt the flow of Kozuko waters, and restrain her urge to just completely empty out there. A splash of warmth soaked the cotton material, and the hands accompanying it.....Then a second...and a third.......
"Stop..S.ssstoooooop..!" Koz-Mo asserted to herself, gripping and squeezing herself tighter and tighter..Crossing her legs over one another to apply as much pressure as she could.... Trying...Writhing...and shifting....
Until eventually, the warmth stopped, leaving her skirt damp at the edges, and her panties a much darker red than they were prior....But, finally not at risk of completely emptying.
"Ohnnn..Ohh..Phew..." she stated to herself softly, wiping her brow with her arm as she took a few cautionary steps...Ensuring she wouldn't pop a gasket from walking a few steps away.... To make sure she had regained control.
"That was...close.." she sounded to herself, moving to the sink to wash her hands....Ignoring the noise of splashing waters... As a thought sprang to her mind. "Wasn't..one of the challenges to....Do this for two minutes..?"
She wiped her hands off with a towel as she pulled out her phone, going to another message to find that yes..one of the challenges was to keep her hands under water, for two minutes.
She groaned, but felt that if she was to have any chance of doing this challenge, doing it while she still had the temporary relief from the previous one was her best bet. Kozuko set a timer on her phone, and placed her hands under the sink...Closing her eyes, and crossing her legs tightly.
KSSSHHHHHHH...SSSHHHH
A sound that made her very being shake with desperation....As she bounced on her knees, arched her back over the counter, and allowed herself to groan needily....Squeezing her legs together tightly. The time for modesty was on break... For now, she had only one goal...
"Don't pee....Don't pee...Don't pee...'
Every bit of water that went over her hands felt like it was pouring straight into her bladder. Her five seconds of relief felt like it was being quickly overshadowed by the mass of water spurting out of the sink....Washing over her hands in a growing warmth.......Trickling down her palms....and splashing into the bottom of the sink...As it trickled, dripped, dropped, and trailed down the drain...
Swirling.....Splashing....Spraying every which way...
Every passing second felt like minutes...Every time she twisted her body, she feared the warm wetness on her hands would spread to her thighs....Every time she felt the still-warm wetness of her panties brush against her, she worried she would lose it all.....Or worse, that she would need to do this again....
Last time, she had chanted the command to herself again and again....Feeling the maddening need to explode, even over herself.. But this time, she could manage... This time, she could endure... This time, she would not need to repeat herself...
RingringRing!
The signal that she had accomplished her challenge had sent a wave of both relief, and shock throughout her body. On one hand, she had succeeded in lasting for two minutes....
Pssshssh
On the other hand, the sudden noise was enough to snap her out of her laser-focused mindset....And, the slowly cooling spot of piddle on her panties was freshly warmed, coupled with a few stray trickles down her inner thighs...
"Gah..!" she sounded, clamping her warm, wet hands over herself to squeeze her pantied, tinkle-tormented faucet, gripping it firmly....Yet unable to determine where the water ended, and her piddle began, she kept an iron grip....Forcing her body to comply with her command...
"Don't pee..Don't pee...Don't you dare fucking pee..." she uttered to herself, noticing something as she glanced downward. Her foray in the Urinal hadn't gone completely scot free, as she noticed a sizable puddle in front of the one she had utilized.......And, she was most certain that the wetness in her boots wasn't from a sudden splash of the sink waters....
Was she too absorbed in holding it to notice? Or, had it always been there? Koz-Mo wasn't sure... but, as she finally regained her self control, she glanced at herself in the mirror.....Holding up her skirt to inspect the damage.
"Gods...They're completely soaked..." she stated to herself, what had been a brighter red was now soaked from the crotch to her bottom... Looking like she had dipped herself in the sink, rather than just a few stray leaks. It was warm for the moment, but she knew it would feel cold, and a bit clammy soon...... As she glanced at her phone again.
"Wasn't..one of the challenges also to change my panties..?" she stated to herself, as she moved over to her bag, reaching to pull out a set of grey panties. "Nn...Now's as good of a time as any to......."
Koz-Mo started to slide the now saturated crimson garments down her thighs at this, being careful to not bend over as she lifted her legs slowly.. First the left, and then the right.....
The damp red material was placed into a plastic bag at this, as she started to bend ever so slightly to slide on the grey ones... As something suddenly rang out.
Crrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaak.
Kozuko found herself frozen in shock as one of the bathroom stall doors, which she had presumed empty from inactivity, suddenly opened outward.. A figure with forest green hair stepping out.
"Nnngh...What happened.." the decidedly male voice called, as Koz-Mo flinched...Froze in place... and felt it.
Pssssh....Pssshhh...Pssshhhhhhh
The stream taking the chance of her lack of focus, spraying right between her legs....Trickling down her thighs.... Saturating her stockings once more, and splashing against the grey material she was in the process of tugging up. They would be damp before they ever met her hips, as she felt her entire body tensing up, and recoiling in fear... Her worst fears coming to life.
Being seen wetting herself was mortifying.....Being seen doing so by a stranger, even worse so... But being seen doing so, in a bathroom.. the WRONG BATHROOM...
"H...HIEEYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kozuko felt herself falling to her knees, indifferent to the pooling of warmth in her heels, her thigh-highs, and her skirt... Her pulse racing, and her mentality crashing at this..
' Iwannadie...Iwannadie...I WANNA DIE...'
Before the girl could hear the no doubt shocked gasp, and response of the boy however, another voice rang out.... Calling to her salvation..
Rou...Letta!
In a flash, Koz-Mo's forcible release, coupled with her immense shame, and her lack of control faded into nothingness.... Her Sit having rewound her precious moments before the opening of the door...Prompting her to glance warily.
"Ah....Gotta go, now!" she stated to herself, snatching her bag up, and darting out of the accursed bathroom... A Loud creaking heralding her escape as she dashed...And dashed... and dashed...
Kozuko had sprinted about halfway through the mall before she found herself slowing and calming... Still feeling a significant pressure in her lower abdomen...
And, noticing after a slight peek up her skirt, still wearing the heavily saturated red undergarments.....But, she was still safe! Still able to continue along the alliance challenge... And still able to overcome it!
Four down, Six or so to go!
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[Alliance Challenge Redux Episode 4: Bending the rules]
Free from her latest ordeal, Kozuko could only scamper about as she thumbed out her phone....Grateful for the save, but feeling the pressure all the same. Letting some of it out helped with the pressure, but it was still so tempting to just relax her lower muscles, and let the rest flow.....
It wouldn't be the first time she'd soaked..certainly wouldn't be the last... And, if she moved carefully and quickly, she could get away with it.
'But No....' she told herself, steeling her lower muscles as she found the chain of emails again. 'I've come this far....I will NOT submit!'
She valiantly tapped at the screen, reading the email as her thighs tensed anew...and she felt herself shiver.
'Count the number of coins, and then drop them at a torso-height.... In a populated area. Then, bend down, and pick them up. No rush...'
Koz-Mo winced as she read the last line. No rush, huh?
'No rush.....Except the rush of waters trying to come out of me, and ruin my panties!' She half thought to herself, her legs crossing tightly as she glanced around for the most populated area that wasn't the bathrooms...Looking to make her way back to the intersection she was at while occasionally swinging a hand down to press at herself between every so many steps.
It was an arduous experience.... But, a simple enough challenge on paper.....
...
Until she remembered what they had added to the area that she had gone to last time.
"Gh..! Fountain Ka?!" she inquired with a sharp snapping, bending over slightly at the waist as she kneaded her palm into her damp crotch. She nearly felt it all ending in that moment, the constant....relentless...never ending.....Siren song of gusssssssssssssshing....The Sprays of water.....Always flowing..always washing ashore.....
"Nnngh..Shit.." she whispered to herself as she felt her fingers growing warm for a few moments, fighting the urge to emulate the fountain......Crossing her legs over one another, and plopping down on a nearby bench....Groaning softly under her breath....
"Nn...Nnn.....Nearly....Lost it all there..." she whimpered to herself as her legs knotted over each other....Her hands busily moving to forage into her bag. She was the kind of person to carry a lot of change...And, with every passing scoop of her fingers... The pressure felt like it was mounting.....Climbing....straining every bit of internal muscle she had...... Every coin felt like a possible contraction....The thought of having to bend over to pick up each and every one was maddening... But, she'd do it. This was her challenge, and she had to overcome it.......
"Okay....Fifteen....No...Sixteen.." she stated to herself....Thumbing through once more, as she stood up on shaky legs.... The constant, relentless fountain behind her feeling like it was trying to inspire her personal waters to paint the proverbial Mona Lisa all over her garments........But, she would not relent..she would not give up....
A few, staggered steps away, she 'accidentally' fumbled with transitioning her coins from hand to bag, watching them scatter everywhere.
"Ah..Shoot." she faux-complained, as she started moving along.... A bunch of the coins gathering in one place... With a few others rolling off to other sections of the mall. She hastily knelt down, tensing her thighs and clenching her girlhood with every iota of strength she had.....
Her bladder was being squashed....It was being crushed, and mashed with her every gesture in a squatted position.... Every coin threatened to spring a leak...Every shifting of her sides lead to another wave of desperation.... Every squeeze of her fingers had to be matched with a squeeze of her thighs and legs... As the damn fountain never stopped spraying!
"E..Eight..N...Nine....T..T..Ten..." she counted to herself, squeezing her eyes shut in agony. She was nearly there...More than halfway there....Just a few more, and she would be able to be free of the accursed fountain, and over this damnable challenge!
She struggled to her feet, thankful for the apathetic citizens that zoomed by her...As she went to one side, kneeling over...
"E..Eleven...Twe..Twelve.... Thir....Thir....Thirt...." she counted, tensing up as a wave of need washed over her, a sudden, frequent squirt forced it's way out of her already saturated red panties.... She could hear it splattering against the floor... She could feel the most minute of relief...coupled with a vigorously renewed urge to just burst...Nevermind the thirty plus odd people that were passing around her.... She wanted to...No, she needed to pee...!
She quivered, clenched, gripped, and trembled in place for what felt like a solid minute as she managed to slowly fumble the thirteenth coin into her bag, and slowly reaffirmed her dampened seal....Managing to quell it silently....
"Ah...Koz-Mo.." a voice suddenly prompted her attention from the ground, rocketing up as she inadvertently planted her boot right over the clear wet puddle in the floor she just made. A sharp turn, a quick tensing.....And...
"Ah...Hinami, was it?" she called out, trying to straighten herself up and still her body as best she could.....Doing her best to ignore the dampness between her thighs..... To try to draw as little attention to the dampness prominent enough to certainly not be sweat... To try to keep eye contact, and focus on the brunette before her....
"Y..Yeah...." the quieter girl called, a light flushing on her cheeks. She...she had to just be shy that she remembered her name, that's all! She didn't witness the whole debacle with her squatting, and fumbling to pick up the coins...right? "You...d..dropped these."
Kozuko felt herself redden a bit as the girl held out her three missing coins. A Penny, a quarter, and a nickle. She reach out to grab them quietly, feeling the coins slip through her fingers instinctively as she faux-gasped again.
"Ah...Butterfingers...." she snapped, kneeling down to pick them up like the ones she did before.
"Oh..I'm sorry, let me..!" Hinami responded apologetically, going to kneel down with her, as Kozuko raised a hand.
"No! ...N..No, I...I got it...s..see?" she answered a bit too hurriedly, feeling the crotch of her panties warming again as she scooped up the coins...and started up sharply. "T..Thanks anyways for the offer.."
The brunette flushed again....Muttering quietly as Kozuko slid the coins into her bag, and squeezed her legs together tightly.
"I...um...You know..." Hinami started, her gaze drifting down the mall....As Kozuko winced...But tried desperately to keep a straight face. "I..If you need to....I.. I mean...I know that the lines...."
"I'm fine.!! R..really...I'm okay.." she rebuttalled quickly...and maybe a bit too loudly, as the girl paused... and gave a quick nod.
"R..right...Right...Sorry.." Hinami answered quietly, averting her gaze. Kozuko felt a little bad for snapping so suddenly, but she had a mission.......
"A..Anyways..I uh...Gotta go buy something.." Koz-Mo answered quietly, starting to pace away. "I'll..um..see you again, Hinami."
"Oh..O..okay...." Hinami answered back quietly, as Kozuko scurried away from the girl, determined to get to both relative obscurity, and away from the fountain once more.
She had managed it....She had managed another challenge.... Even if it felt like she was already well on her way out of the way of control. She had to persist...She had to endure..
'M..Maybe I should try changing again.' she thought to herself, pressing her hands down at her damp panties, and now likely wet skirt. 'G..Getting out of these wet clothes should...help...'
The question was....could she make it that far?
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CHAMPAGNE
As I emerged from Canary Wharf tube station my phone pinged with a text from Valerie. "Hurry home birthday boy! Showers forecast!" I smiled as I looked up at the cloudless sky of a perfect late afternoon in Spring.
When I arrived at our Docklands flat I found Valerie busy in the kitchen. She was wearing a crop top and a short, wide, pink skirt that brought back fond memories. I also noticed that she was jigging from foot to foot as she seared steaks in a pan and stirred her port wine sauce. I made no comment - if she was about to wet herself then I was certainly not going to object.
"It's a lovely evening so I thought we could eat on the balcony" she said. "Those steaks just need ten minutes or so in the oven so there's time for a quick aperitif Champagne is cooling in the fridge".
Valerie transferred the steaks to an oven tray and topped them with stilton butter. She tensed for a moment, squeezing her legs tightly together and biting her lower lip. When she crouched down to put the tray of steaks into the oven a few stray drips fell from beneath her skirt on to the marble floor.
Carrying the champagne and glasses I followed Valerie through the lounge and on to the balcony where the table had been laid for two. Candles in glass holders glittered among the crockery and cutlery around a centrepiece of spring flowers.
As I popped the cork and filled the glasses Valerie kicked off her shoes, turned to face me and placed her hands on her hips, lifting her skirt to reveal a pretty pair of blue-grey hipster briefs with a floral pattern and a small patch of dampness between her parted legs. Her eyes closed and her face wore an expression of pure relief as the patch rapidly expanded and a stream pattered on to the balcony floor between her bare feet.
The stream subsided, Valerie opened her eyes and gave me her familiar impish grin. "Happy birthday darling!"
"That was certainly worth a glass of champagne!" I said in appreciation as I handed one to her. "You know how to make a birthday boy feel special!"
"So I see!" she replied, looking at the bulge in my shorts. "But you are going to have to wait until much later before I take care of that. I have been busy all afternoon cooking you a special birthday dinner and those steaks will be ready by now."
Valerie walked barefoot through to the kitchen and returned with the steaks and other dishes. As we took our seats at the table she took care to spread out her skirt.
It was an excellent dinner, accompanied by more champagne, a superb Aussie Shiraz and several glasses of iced water. I made sure that Valerie's water glass was kept topped up.
As the meal drew to a close there was a splashing sound beneath Valerie's seat. I raised an eyebrow. She looked at me with an expression of wide-eyed innocence.
We were both feeling relaxed after a pressured few months. I had completed my thesis and Valerie had handed in her final dissertation. I had an exciting job lined up to start in September and in the meantime the family's Tuscan villa lay waiting for us, the house spring-cleaned by the local caretaker couple, the pool re-filled and the battered old Fiat hatchback serviced and fuelled. I mentioned how much I was looking forward to returning there.
"Me too" Valerie said. "But I met Emily today to do some shopping and she is quite worried about it."
"What is the problem?"
"You know she is very keen on this boy Jack she met at a party a few weeks ago?" I nodded. I had met Jack a couple of times and he struck me as very pleasant.
"They certainly seem to be well matched" I said "and if I am any judge, Jack is every bit as keen on Emily as she is on him."
"She wants to invite Jack to join us at the villa this summer but she does not know how he will react to the way we all just wet ourselves when we are down by the pool rather than bothering to walk all the way back up to the house. She does not know if Jack will be embarassed or offended but she wants the rest of us to be able to relax and not to regard their presence as a nuisance.
"It was much easier for me last year because I already knew how much you like it when I wet my knickers but, as I am sure you remenmber, it got a bit awkward after Amanda and Emily were both caught short in that dreadful storm. At least..." she giggled at the memory "....it was awkward until you put on the Budgie Smuggler Show for us."
"For what it is worth," I said "I get the impression that quite a lot of men are at least mildly turned on by the idea of girls wetting but whether that is all, or even most, I simply do not know. It is not really something that comes up in conversation. Has Emily never wet herself when she is with Jack?"
"Apparently not", Valerie replied. "Although she sometimes wets for convenience her general preference seems to be to stay dry. When we were kids she wet he knickers less often than Amanda or me - or Mummy, for that matter."
Angela, the girls' mother, was an elegant forty-something and obviously the source of the three sisters' stunning good looks. I knew that she had brought up her daughters to have no inhibitions about wetting themselves discreetly, provided no damage was done or offence caused. I also knew that she was perfectly happy to do the same herself and it was clear that Peter, her husband, approved.
"Emily told me that she needs to know how Jack would react before they go to the villa and she thinks the only way to do this is to stage an 'accident' in front of him. She wants it to be somewhere private but to look genuine it has to be somewhere where no loo is available. She also plans to build up to it in stages of desperation so that she could draw back if he seems to be reacting negatively. The problem is there is no obvious way of setting up this scenario. In any case, she does not want to try it yet. She wants their relationship to develop further before she takes the risk.
"In fact they are intending to sleep together for the first time tonight. They are going a party with some of Emily's student friends and afterwards she is going back to Jack's flat. Emily is excited but nervous - you know she can be rather shy - so that's why we went shopping today. I wanted her to have some really exciting lingerie to wear under her party dress to boost her confidence. She chose a lovely silky cherry red bra and panty set and some stockings to wear with them."
I nodded my approval of the stockings - in my view there is nothing less sexy than a pair of tights.
I poured the last of the champagne into our glasses. Valerie snuggled on to my lap and we solemnly drank a toast to the success of Emily's first night with Jack.
Valerie sipped her champagne reflectively. "If Emily's plan works out and Jack does come to Tuscany this summer knowing what to expect, he will need to do things our way. None of this disappearing behind a bush like you used to do. He will need to wet his bathers like the rest of us. Women's equality demands no less!"
I promised to make sure that Jack was properly briefed - in all senses.
In a slightly tipsy voice Valerie murmured "Funny thing about champagne......." a pause, a hissing sound, liquid warmth in my lap "......it always makes me want to wee." |
this is a fixed/updated version. I would like to thank R682 for helping me with spellcheck.)
Dropped in a New World
Chapter 1
'I cursed bitterly, screaming out my frustration as I ran through a sea of trees.
Behind me were a pack of beasts chasing me.
“They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled.
“I know that Bab!” I yelled at her as I continued to run. The beasts weren't that strong, but fighting a pack of them was a different story. They could quickly surround us and kill us before we could do anything.
“Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!?” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log.
“I thought there were only three of them. Watch your left!” she yelled.
“FROST!” I yelled, extending my left hand to blast the beast with ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?”
“Ya don't stop running!” she yelled, which really didn't help.
It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff, A raging current surged below us, and a wild pack of beasts were charging up behind us. We were out of options. I couldn't use my sword. Our mana was getting low... And I could feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!
“You trust me?” I asked Bab.
“Right now? No!” she told me, already knowing what I was going to do.
“Good, neither do I,” I told her, before jumping off the cliff.
Both of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place.
* * *
I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving money to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last three years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. To not waste a ticket, he gave it to me.
To be honest, while I was having fun, I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking, and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just three t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily, I did get myself some hiking boots, but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp, and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself.
Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife,
cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs);
TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack;
Double Sleeping Bag;
Sundome 2 Person Tent;
SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit;
Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3);
Pocket knife;
Flashlight;
12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier;
Extra rope;
FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool.
I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happened. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone.
When I opened my eyes, I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was so freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see, and into a small town. People who looked like they were from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me.
To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople two days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on Earth, but a place called Caruma. almost everything we know about fantasy is from here.
“A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world, but their fight always led to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their own power, they would try something else.” the elder of the village told me on the first night. “They created fifteen crystals and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world: Poruma, the black god, summoned monsters; Rilla, the white god, summoned warriors.”
“Wait, i'm not a fighter. Heck i've never even shot anything stronger than a BB gun.” i told them.
“While we say warrior, in actuality it just random people summoned from earth to fight the black gods monsters.” the elder told me.
“Why?” i asked. And the elder just shrugged.
“Who knows.” he told me. “Each crystal could summon one warrior every ten years. The first god to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next three thousand years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the fifteen, seven white crystals have been destroyed, while five dark crystals have been destroyed.”
“But there wasn't a crystal. How was i summoned?” i asked.
“To be honest, we don't know.” the elder told me. “Thirty one years prior, the town was attacked by monsters, and they destroyed the crystal. But if i had to guess, because it was already about to summon a hero, the remaining pieces must have spent the last thirty years collecting power to summon you here before the crystal died.”
Next they then told me how I could go back home. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy, and in ten years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical power to them, you can have them send you back home. The problem with this is that it usually takes a lot of magic to do so, and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back.
That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get there. When the village was destroyed all those years ago, most people left, and the ones who stayed were now too old or too young to take me. The only exception was a farm boy named John, who was sixteen: two years younger than me. But for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him...
In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic, but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a unique bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other for long. Should they be away from each other for six hours they will both die. If one dies, the other has six hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair complete one of a few select quests, and the bracelets can be removed, while still granting the person the ability to use magic.
The reason John wanted to form a bond is that it would make travelling through the woods a lot easier. He said there aren't many powerful monsters there, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
I had to wait a few more days before the contract could be made. John needed to finish some stuff and prepare before we leave. During that time some people let me stay at their houses, despite knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work.
On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only five kids there: two boys, three girls, and a women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night, as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like.
The kids staying there were from parents who had either died, left for adventure, or just left their children behind, without any idea where their parents now were. It was sad, but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one, who only stared at me. The women later told me 'Ema' was the girl's name, and that while she was 14, her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one, she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well, so she was forced to use baby bottles. Lastly, she had to wear diapers: for some reason, her bladder and bowles was just too weak. I honestly felt terrible for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life.
Early in the morning, I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. When a contract was made it would make a bright flash, so we were in the woods so as not to disturb anyone and get a head start toward the next town.
“Ok this should be good,” John said, once we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then, let's begin.”
He then began to chant something, and both of our bracelets began glowing. We both raised our hands ready to form the contract, but stopped when we heard something. The contract ended as we looked around the find what it was.
Upon investigating, we found one of the kids spying on us. It was the Ema girl? Not far from us we heard the orphanage caretaker Alice yelling for the girl. Apparently, Ema chased after us after we left, without telling the Alice.
After a brief talk with the Alice, she was about to take Ema home, when Ema ran up to me.
“Be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw,” Ema said, as she grabbed my hand, wanting me to kneel in front of her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her.
“Wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj,” she said.
Suddenly my bracelet began to glow again.
“NO!” John yelled and tried to stop it, but it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes, and for a few moments, I couldn't see anything! I just heard the same thing being repeated.
“YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement.
“EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled, and when I could finally see, I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement.
“I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said, until Alice grabbed her by the hand.
“What did you do!?” Alice yelled at Ema.
“She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked.
That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on her.
“Yep, and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said with a sly smile on her face.
“How did you even get a bracelet in the first place? And how did you activate the spell?” John asked her.
“I stole it from Miss dumb-cunt here,” Ema said and nodded at Alice. “And anyone who knows magic knows that simple spell.”
“I think the bracelet is mine,” Alice told John. “My husband was an adventurer.”
“But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell,” he replied.
“Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked, and everyone looked at me.
“Wait, you can understand me!” Ema yelled surprised.
“Of course I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I told her confused.
“What are you talking about?” Alice asked.
“She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “Just gibberish.”
“The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled.
“What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who seemed very confused.
“Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema, and you're now grounded!” Alice grabbed the girl and started pulling her away.
“Stop! My name isn't Ema, it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she yelled as she tried to resist the much bigger woman.
“Wait, I need to figure this out,” I told Alice.
“I'm sorry, but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema,” she told me.
“I'M NOT EMA!” the girl screamed, as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go, she ran over and got behind me.
“She can already use magic!” John said in amazement.
“Ema, it's time to come home.” Alice told her again.
“I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. Tell her!” the girl yelled at me.
“She said her name’s not Ema but Bab,” I told Alice, and Bab nodded in agreement.
“Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her?” John asked me.
After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding Bab. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the central and most prominent problem. I was now connected to a tiny child, and I still needed to leave!
After a lengthy discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than forty feet from each other for more than six hours, and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home.
So i had to make the most important decision of my life!
“Ok, as soon as you sign this you will have officially adopted Ema.” Alice told me.
“BAB!” Bab yelled.
“Its Bab, remember?” I asked as i sign the last of the paperwork.
“Oh, right. Sorry i'm still not use to that name yet.” Alice told me as she sits in her office chair.
So, I wound up having to adopt Bab, and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly, because of her John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely, but without it, it just became too much of a risk, when he would have to come back alone.
With the paperwork out of the way, we decided it would be best to stay one last day and let Bab get ready. Tomorrow we will leave in the morning.
Throughout the day Bab was being bombarded with questions from the other kids, but she just tried to ignore them. She was too busy packing clothes in what looked like a pink school backpack. It wasn't that big but amazing she fit 3 pairs of pants, 3 shirts, and 3 pairs of socks. Along with a spare blanket and a pillow.
“Are you sure that's all you want to bring?” I asked Bab. but she ignored me too.
“Ok kids, it's time for bed,” Alice told the kids.
I watched as she went to each kid and tucked them in and saying their goodnights before her and I went downstairs to have a little chat.
“Are you positive you have to go?” Alice asked me.
“If I don't then I can't go back home. I have family and friends I need to get back to.” I tell Alice who made us tea.
“But going out there with a child, I still think it's too dangerous,” she told me.
“I know that. But what am I supposed to do?” I asked Alice and took a sip of my tea and nearly spit it out. I really don't like tea.
“I know this village isn't much, but you could still have a good life. Just the two of you,” she told me.
“I do know about that. But I still need to go. How would you feel if you suddenly went to my world and you could never see your friends, family, or kids?” I asked her.
“I would do anything to get back to them,” Alice told me. “But Bab is still small and helpless.”
“I know she has her problems. Which is why I'll do what I can to protect her.” I tell Alice who just shakes her head.
“It's not just protecting her. It's everything else. I don't even think she thought it out when she formed this bond. No one else can understand her but you. Her hands are messed up and can barely hold objects with 2 hands. her small body means she can't walk or run as fast as you can and she gets tired more easily.” Alice told me.
“I can translate for her, I can feed her, and I don't mind walking slower, or I can just carry her,” I tell Alice, but again she shook her head at me.
“There's still one last problem,” she told me.
“What's that?” I asked.
“You'll see,” she told me before she went to bed.
I slept in the guest room again, and luckily it was still in the safe within 20 feet from Bab that the curse wouldn't affect us.
I was awoken the next morning by a knock on the door.
“Are you decent?” Alice asked. I was, and she came into the room with Bab.
“Whats up?” I asked with a loud yawn.
“It's time to see the big problem,” Alice told me.
Confused I looked over to Bab who face was bright red and didn't want to look at me. Alice then grabbed Bab’s Pants and had them fall to the ground exposing a very full diaper. That's when it hit me that I would have to be the one to change this girls diapers and my face got red.
“If you still insist on going you are going to at least know this much,” she told me and places a small mat on my bed and had Bab sit on it.
Bab was then forced to lay down, and she covered her face in embarrassment. I guess she really didn't think this through. Alice then told me I had to be the one to change her diaper, telling me she would walk me thru it.
First, I unfastened the tabs on the dirty diaper and pulled down the front half of the dirty diaper. There the sight and smell nearly made me gag. I was then told to use the front half of the diaper to wipe the bulk of the mess off of Bab's bottom. Next to fold the dirty diaper in half under her, with the clean side up. I was then handed a damp cloth and told to wipe from front to back as this helps keep bacteria from causing an infection. Then I took the dirty diaper and wrapped it up and placed it off to the sided. It really stinks, but at least the worst was over. Finally, I placed a clean diaper under Bab and sprinkled the baby powder over her area before taping the diaper shut, Alice even told me the diaper should be snug but not so tight that it pinches.
Bab was now in a clean diaper but looked like she was close to crying after having her diaper changed by a not only a stranger but a guy.
“What do you say to Alex for changing you?” Alice asked Bab who for the first time today finally looked at me.
“Thank you,” she said in a meek voice before running off somewhere.
“My offer still stands. You can still stay here if you want and I can still help with taking care of Ema, sorry Bab.” Alice told me.
“I know this is going to be hard but I think we will be alright,” I tell her.
Alice could only sigh and give me a diaper bag full of supplies I would need for Bab. with enough diapers to last us quite a while. I strapped the diaper bag to the bottom of my own to make it easier to carry.
After an excellent breakfast, we said our goodbyes. The kids were crying that Bab was leaving and even Alice looked like she was about to start crying.
“Please be good now Ema, sorry force of habit, I mean Bab,” Alice told Bab before embracing her in a hug.
“I will,” Bab told her, and I translated.
They watched as we walked away from the orphanage before disappearing behind the trees.
“Please stay safe,” Alice whispered.
In the end, this is where our adventure began: dropped in a new world.
(ill be doing character bios attached to this new updated story. but will be doing them on DA.)
https://redwelch2222.deviantart.com/art/DiaNW-Character-bio-Alexander-March-741388919
https://redwelch2222.deviantart.com/art/DiaNW-Character-bio-Bab-Ados-741389109
https://redwelch2222.deviantart.com/art/DiaNW-Character-bio-John-nile-741389234?ga_submit_new=10%3A1524290287 |
Chapter 2
The first time I fought a monster I was nearly killed.
As Bab and I traveled, Bab helped to explain things to me: such as stats. By holding up the bracelet, I could see a stats board.
Alexander March
Stats- lv1
HP-30
Attack-3
Defence-4
Speed-3
Regen-1
Manna-5
Class-bass
Skills-none
Weapons-knife
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv1
HP-15
Attack-1
Defence-1
Speed-1
Regen-1
Manna-100
Class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning.
“Wow,” I said as I looked at everything.
“Yep, now let me explain. Those stats are basically what you are like as a normal human, but with the bracelet, you can absorb energy from monsters you kill to increase your strength,” Bab explained.
“This feels like a video game,” I told her.
“I have no idea what that is, but if it's your equivalent, then it makes sense. The magic makes it appear in a way that will make the most sense to you,” she told me.
“I guess that makes sense. But why are our stats so different? Why is your mana thing so high?” I asked.
“None of your business. Just know that I'm stronger in magic, so I have a higher mana,” she told me.
For a kid, she kept a lot of secrets. For starters, she still wouldn't tell me why she formed a contract with me; just that she needed to get away. Next, she wouldn't explain why everyone can only hear gibberish from her: only that it doesn't matter now that I can translate. And now this mana thing...
“Ok, then can you tell me about ‘class’, ‘skills’, and ‘elements’ then?” I asked her, since she already knew this.
“Class is just that. The type of class you belong to. Warrior, archer, mage, etc. There are a lot of different classes, and most have their own specialties. You'll see more of them when we get to town. The skills come with the class. For example, as a mage, I can make potions a lot easier than if I was anything else. And if I become a higher class I will be able to use alchemy.” she told me.
I made a note to myself: I'd have to look into the different classes later.
“Finally the element: everyone has one. There is fire, water, wind, earth, lightning, ice, dark and light. Based on those eight, everyone can use magic based on the type they have.”
“Wait, I can use magic!?” I stopped to exclaim. “How!?”
Bab sighed,
“Do you see the monster over there?” Bab pointed to a small blob on the ground not too far from our path. “That's an earth slime. Very weak and no attack. I want you to walk over to it and think of shooting ice at it.”
Excited, I ran over to it. The slime didn't even move when I got close. I raised up my hand and thought about shooting ice. Shooting ice, shooting ice...
“Why isn't it working?” I asked as I turned around.
“Magic isn't that simple. You have to focus on the magic and use your mana to make the spell appear,” she told me, as she began to climb a tree.
I had no idea what she meant, but I tried again. Trying to focus, to feel the mana in me and expel it….. I was standing there for ten minutes before ice suddenly shot out of my hand and froze the slime!
“Congrats: you can use a simple frost attack. Now, a quick tip: name it frost and try to remember the feeling you had when you used it. It'll make it easier to use the attack later.” Bab told me from up in the tree.
Just as she said that, another slime monster appeared and I decided to test it out.
“Frost!” I yelled, and just like she said it was a lot easier.
Bab was even clapping her hands. Soon more slime appeared, and I used it again. But then I noticed more slimes kept coming, and soon I was surrounded.
“Frost!” I yelled to get rid of them, but nothing happened. “Frost! Why isn't it working?!”
“You're out of mana. That spell only uses two mana, but you only have five mana and one regen. Regen restores your life and mana every five minutes. So you'll have to wait ten minutes before you can use it again.” she told me.
“Then how do I get rid of them!?” I yelled at her.
“You have a knife, use it!” she yelled down to me.
I pulled out the pocket knife I had and began slashing and stabbing at the slimes, but the more I did, the more they seemed to pop up. Soon they were latching onto me and crawling on me.
“What are they doing!?” I yelled
“They’re slimes. While they can't attack, they swarm onto creatures to immobilize them and wait for them to die, before slowly digesting them.” Bab said, with a sly smile on her face.
I suddenly began to panic and slash more at them, but they just kept coming.
“HELP ME!” I yelled to Bab, who was laughing her ass off. Finally, she raised her hand and fired electricity at me! I closed my eyes and braced for the shock, but felt nothing.
When I opened my eyes, they were all gone, and I didn't feel a thing. Bab was still laughing.
“You tricked me!” I yelled, realizing she already knew what was going to happen.
“Of course! But it's still too funny!” she laughed. “The way you were freaking out! Priceless! Wow!”
Because of the laughter, she leaned a little too far back and fell out of the tree. I ran over to see if she was ok.
“Are you ok?” I asked her.
“Ya, I'm fine,” she said to me as she started to get up, but stopped. “What the?”
We looked behind her to see a slime on her hand, this one yellow. Bab then raised her other hand and shot a bolt of electricity at it, but nothing happened.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“This one's an electric slime. They're immune to electric attacks,” Bab said, before turning to me with her hand raised out. “Give me the knife.”
“Oh no. I thought you were such an expert on slimes. You should be able to kill out yourself.” I told her, a little mockingly.
“Ha ha, very funny, you made fun of a little girl. Now help me…” she beganto say, before she suddenly got a confused look on her face, which went to pure terror, and she screamed!
“What is it!?” I asked frantically, looking around and seeing nothing, before looking back at Bab who was desperately trying to remove the pants she was wearing, but was having trouble with the one hand.
“HELP ME!!!!” she screamed, and caused me to jump a bit, before I crouched down and helped her with the pants.
I helped pull them off, and I saw why she was screaming. A slime was going into the back of her diaper. She had landed right on top of another slime, and it found its way into the back of her pants and into the now-expanding diaper.
“Git it out! Git it out! Git it out! GET IT OUT!!!!!” she screamed.
“Aw, is the baby filling her diaper?” I teased, now knowing it was harmless and to get her back for earlier.
“I'm sorry, please help me!” the girl pleaded, with tears forming in her eyes.
“Ok, I will,” I said, but stopped when I noticed more slimes started to appear.
“Oh shit...” I cursed.
So I stabbed my knife into the yellow slime, freeing Bab’s hand, before scooping the girl up and running away.
“What are you doing!? Get it out!” she yelled at my face.
I ignored her for a moment and kept running.
Once we were away, I put the girl down. By know, she was bawling her eyes out from the slimy feeling in her diaper. I quickly yanked it off and pulled the slime away from her before stabbing it. There were a few more minutes of crying, while I helped clean the slime off and taped a new diaper on her.
From that day on she gained a big fear of slimes.
Alexander March
Stats- lv2
HP-31
Attack-4
Defence-5
Speed-3
Regen-1
Manna-6
class-bass
Skills-none
Weapons-knife
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv2
HP-16
Attack-1
Defence-2
Speed-2
Regen-1
Manna-100
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning. |
As fun as it was playing with slimes, we decided to stop and have lunch. I pulled out two sandwiches and poured two cups of water. I set Bab’s sandwich down right in front of her while I took a bite out of my lunch.
“Whats wrong?” I asked after a minute of her just staring at the food.
“I can't eat that,” she told me.
“Why? What's wrong with it?” I asked, as I looked down at the sandwich.
“I can't pick it up,” Bab told me with her face blushing a bit.
Oh right, she couldn't use her hands for some reason. So I moved closer to her and picked the sandwich up and held it in front of her. She was still blushing at the humility, but took a bite anyway.
The hardest part, however, came with the cup of water. I tried to hold it up for Bab, but that only ended up with us spilling a bit of it on Bab’s shirt. Luckily it wasn't too big a wet spot and would dry by itself, but we had to think of a better way then cups. That's when I remembered I had a baby bottle Alice gave me. Bab’s face blushed even harder when I got the bottle ready and held it up for her.
“I can do this!” Bab said as she took the bottle out of my hands and began to drink from it. She had to use both hands and looked like she was about to drop it at any moment.
“So can you tell me what happened to your hands?” I asked after a few moments.
She ignored me as she finished her bottle. So I decided I'd bring it up later.
With lunch finally over, I decided to fight a few more monsters on the way to town. After a few hours, we had foughten different types of bugs and slimes. Bab would never get near the slimes and just had me fight them. By the end, we gained a few levels.
Alexander March
Stats- lv5
HP-35
Attack-7
Defence-7
Speed-5
Regen-2
Manna-8
class-bass
Skills-none
Weapons-knife
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv5
HP-20
Attack-2
Defence-2
Speed-2
Regen-2
Manna-110
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning.
“Hey Bab, if I'm doing most of the work how are you gaining levels as well?” I asked.
“The bracelets splits the energy gained by killing monsters between both people,” she explained.
“Well, in that case, get your butt over here and help, so we'll get levels faster,” I told her.
“But I don't want to get my clothes dirty. Besides if you get surrounded again, then I'll use my magic to save you,” Bab told me, which reminded me of something:
“Hey, earlier you shot lightning at me and the slimes, why didn't I feel anything?” I asked.
“Energy magic can't hurt a caster’s partner because of the bond,” she told me. “That means my lightning won't hurt you no matter how much I shock you.” As if to prove a point she tried to zap me.
“HEY!” I yelled in surprise, but realized i didn't feel anything.
“See?” Bab commented.
We decided to stop after that and finish walking the last few miles to town. When we got there Bab looked like she was going to collapse from exhaustion. To be honest, I'm surprised she even made it this far.
“Excuse me, but might you be a warrior from the other world?” a slightly overweight man asked.
The man was about a foot shorter than me and looked like he had a reclining hairline.
“Um, ya?” I said, not really knowing what to say.
“Excellent! I've been waiting for someone like you!” he said, as he came closer to shake my hand. “You people always bring with you some interesting things! Might I be allowed to see what you have?”
The man was starting to creep me out as he tried to reach for my backpack, until Bab shot a little electricity near him.
“How dare you, brat!” he yelled at Bab.
“He’s a scammer. He’s trying to look at what you have and tell others so they can steal it from you later,” Bab told me.
“What nonsense are you speaking? You really need to keep brats like that in line, she almost hit me!” the man said as he scowled at Bab, who also glared back.
“I'm so sorry, my sister really doesn't like strangers,” I told him, just trying to defuse the situation.
“I demand compensation for this trauma!” the man demanded, which made Bab mad.
I could see she was charging up another electric attack and if I didn't do something now this could get really bad.
“Marvo! What are you doing!” someone yelled as we all looked over to see who said it.
There were two knights in armor walking towards us. One was a woman with long black hair. The other was a man who was just slightly shorter than the woman, with dark brown hair, and carrying a staff with a blade at the end.
“Marvo, don't tell me you are causing more problems now.” the woman said.
“No ma’am, I was just getting compensation from this fine gentleman,” Marvo told her.
“Compensation for what?” she asked him.
“This child fired electricity at me!” he replied.
The women looked at me, then at Bab, who was behind me. Then she looked back at the Marvo guy.
“I don't see any injury, and based on past behaviors we've had with you, I'm inclined to believe you were trying to scam these fine people,” she told him, similar to what Bab had noted earlier.
“I was doing nothing of the sort!” Marvo exclaimed, looking as if he was offended by what she said.
“Ok then, let's just settle this by going our separate ways,” the woman said, with a smile on her face.
“B-but my compensation!” Marvo tried to say, but the guy in armor pointed his staff at Marvo.
“Seeing as you're not physically hurt, you can either leave now or we can take you in on suspicion of scamming tourists again.” the guy told him.
Without another word, Marvo left, although I could see he was disappointed.
“Sorry, you had to be a part of this. Marvo is a well-known scammer here. He’ll try to take a look at young travelers’ belongings and sells the info to local thieves, who will try and steal your belongings,” the women explained to us. “By the way I'm Sherry, and this is Noah.”
“I'm Alex, and this is Bab,” I told them as I stepped away to reveal Bab better.
“It's nice to meet you both,” Noah replied. “I'm actually glad I got to meet someone like you.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“People from the other world come here once every ten years. So you’re a rare sight,” Bab explained.
“Oh, that makes sense,” I say as I looked down at her.
“Wait you can understand that gibberish?” Noah asked.
“Y-ya.” I replied, and remembered people couldn't understand Bab.
From there I told them the our story thus far, excluding the slime monsters and Bab’s other problems.
“Damn, that explains why you showed up. Ever since the crystal was destroyed, this side of Misae doesn't get many travelers,” Sherry told us.
“I'm sorry, but I've only been here a few days. Can you explain what Misae is?” I asked them.
They agreed, but we decided to move to a different location. We went to a local bar close to us and got a table. Once we sat down Sherry began to explain the world to me.
“The world is divided into two continents. The one we’re on is Misae and were currently on the southern point of it. Below Misae, there are two islands. On the other side of the world is Guadalupe. Between the two continents there is a small island,” she told me.
‘Ok, simple enough,’ I thought.
“On Misae, there are currently six light crystals and two dark crystals. This is why there are a lot of low tier monsters here, while the stronger ones are farther north where the two dark crystals are located,” Sherry explained.
“Guadalupe is another story. As it has eight dark crystals and two light. Over there, there’s nothing but powerful monsters. As it stands, the white god is slowly starting to lose this battle.” Noah commented.
“Would you mind explaining Classes to me? I’m just recently level five and have no idea what to do,” I told them.
So they told me.
There are a bunch of different classes, and as a base, I can change into any number of them. Once I turn into a class, they will branch off into stronger forms of that class with different strength and abilities. But once I become a class I won't be able to change to a different one until I complete specific tasks to become them.
The classes are
Fighter- they are generally meant for strength and can turn into things like a knight.
Bow- they use long-range weapons and can turn into archers.
Mage- they use magic and can turn into things like sorcerer or Wiccans.
Roge- they are more for stealth and small weapons. They can become ninjas.
Tamer- they can actually tame monsters and have them fight for you. But that is very risky.
Each class will also level up stats differently and specific gear can only be used by people in that type of class, such as heavy armor just being used by heavy knights.
“I would suggest you become a fighter,” Noah suggested. “They use most weapons, and they have the most class branches.”
They also told me that it was possible to combine classes. As long as I meet the requirements of two different classes like a knight and archer I could become a bow knight. Also while it's rare there are chances to get different classes by beating powerful monsters, such as killing a dragon could grant you an opportunity to become a dragon knight or such.
I was absolutely fascinated by it all!
They tried to suggest ‘Rogue’ for Bab, as they are stealthy and tend to be out of battle. But they were surprised Bab was already a mage.
“Mage is very hard to use,” Sherry told us. “They can use a lot of powerful spells, but use up lot of mental strength and mana to use them.”
I didn't bother telling them Bab already had high magic… I think…
“Well, if you are positive on the mage, then let me give you something,” Sherry told Bab.
She raised her hand into the air, and I watched as it disappeared! Her hand then reappeared and in it was what looked like a hair clip with a small flower on it.
“What the hell was that!?” I yelled, and caused the people in the bar to look over at us.
“Oh, you must have never seen that spell yet. It's called ‘storage’. It's like a pocket dimension you can use to store some of your gear, but it can only hold so much. You get it as soon as you select a class,” Noah told me.
“Here, this is for you,” Sherry told Bab as she held out the hair clip. But Bab didn't take it. “It's an item that helps boost your regen.”
Upon hearing that, Bab took it and placed it in her hair making her look even more like a cute little girl.
“Thank you,” Bab told her, but did not bother looking at Sherry when she said it.
“I'll take that as a ‘thank you’,” Sherry said with a smile.
“Is it really ok to just give her that?” I asked.
“Ya, I got it as a gift when I first started out, and even when I got something better I held onto it thinking it might come in handy one day,” she explained. “I think she will make better use of it now than me.”
“By the way, I want to ask you something,” Noah said to me as he also reached into his storage and pulled out a little bag. “I'm guessing you don't have any money. So I want to buy something off of you.”
“Wait, is this like with Marvo?” I asked.
Even Bab was glaring at him.
“Nonono! He was just going to look at what you had and have someone else take it. I legitimately want to buy something.” Noah said as he pulled out a few gold coins from his bag. I looked over to Bab who calmed down and gave a slight shrug.
After thinking about everything I had, I laid out one Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone, my Flashlight, and my shoes. Out of everything I had, those were the only things I could think of to sell. I already had 2 more scrapers, I was hoping I wouldn't need the flashlight, and I still had my boots which are better to travel with.
After looking at everything, I had to offer, Noah gave me 1 gold for the scraper, 4 for the shoes, and 6 for the flashlight.
I was quite shocked by how much I was given. I had to ask Bab if it was even a good deal or not. She told me it was.
“We don't get things like this from your world often. So when people like you show up, this is the best way to get rare items from another world,” Noah explained.
With this, Noah began to explain this world's currency. Gold, silver, bronze, and copper. Copper being compared to coins: they're the smallest, and it takes 100 of them to make bronze. Bronze being like dollars, and takes 100 to earn silver. And 100 silver to make gold.
With this, they decided to show us a shop to get some better gear than what we already had.
I got an enhanced basic gear set. A new protective shirt, pants and even gloves. I would have got boots as well, but they didn't come with any unique buffs like the rest did so I stuck with the ones I had.
As for Bab, they had nothing for her.
She was one of 5 kids to ever wear a bracelet on the last 50 years, so they didn't have anything in her size. But they did have some expensive accessories she could wear, that would work just as nicely.
We were told if we ever get to a larger city we could get a tailor to make her unique armor, but for now, the accessories would do. She got a bracelet, a necklace, and a ring. All together we spent 6 gold and 50 silver.
After that, we went to get a weapon. I couldn't just keep fighting with just my knife after all. After holding and swinging everything, I learned I liked swords the best. After taking a lot of time to think I used the 20 silver I had to get a cheap used sword.
Bab tried to say I was stupid for getting something so cheap like that, but I reminded her about our levels. We were still low levels and even if I were to get the strongest weapon I could get (which wouldn't be much better.) we would then be out of money. Plus I didn't know how to use a sword, so at least by getting this one I could practice until i can get something better.
All gear and weapons are divided into different ranks as well. D, C, B, A, and S. Thanks to the money we got, all our equipment was at least C ranked.
By now it was getting dark and I could hear Bab’s stomach growling.
“Come on let's find an inn and get some food,” I told her, ready to get a good night's sleep.
Alexander March
Stats- lv5
HP-35 (+4)
Attack-7 (+3)
Defence-7 (+5)
Speed-5 (+2)
Regen-2 (+1)
Manna-8
class-bass
Skills-none
Weapons-old sword (C)
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv5
HP-20 (+10)
Attack-2
Defence-2 (+10)
Speed-2 (+5)
Regen-2 (+3)
Manna-110
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Monney ----
gold 3)
silver 80)
bronze 0)
copper 0)
************
Marvo walked into his regular bar, where he ran into a few of his “business” partners.
“What are you doing here Marvo? You know you’re not allowed back here after what happened last time,” one of them told him.
“I-I know, but I wanted to make up for the lost profit,” Marvo told him, slightly trembling as he spoke.
“How?” the man asked.
“W-we seem to have gotten someone from the other world today,” Marvo told them. “H-he was wearing a nice backpack and i suspect there should be something good inside.”
The man smiled as he chugged back a beer.
“BARTENDER!” the man yelled. “Get this man a beer, I think he might have helped us get a nice payday!”
The bar cheered as Marvo let out a smile. |
A night at the inn was thirty copper: twenty for the night and ten for the meal they sent to our room.
After our dinner and after making a mental list of everything we had, Bab and I argued about who got the bed. Bab argued that because she was a girl she should have it. My argument was that I was the one doing all the fighting, so I should get the bed. This went on for about 10 minutes before we decided on rock paper scissors. Bab won best 2 out of 3...
I'm just glad my sleeping bag was still comfortable.
But before I could get into the sleeping bag to sleep, Bab had me get out of the room while she changed into her pajamas. I couldn't see why, considering I'd already had to clean her diaper area 3 times now. Heck, I’d just cleaned it a few minutes ago.
When she finally let me back in, all I could do was arch my eyebrow as I saw Bab all balled up under the blankets.
“Good night,” she said.
“Um, ya, good night?” I replied, before getting undressed to just my underwear and climbing into the sleeping bag, before blowing out a candle.
**********
“I need to pee,” I said out loud in the middle of the night as I woke up.
I sat up in the dark room and I could just barely make out the outline of Bab sprawled out on the bed. I slowly got up, trying not to disturb her as I grabbed the candle and left the room. Using a match, I lit the candle and made my way to the bathroom.
When I finally made it back to my room, I was about to blow out the candle when a stench hit my nose. I looked over at Bab and saw something else that was puzzling. Bab was in a messy diaper, sprawled out on the bed with a pacifier in her mouth. I didn't remember her having the pacifier packed in the diaper bag. I decided to ask her about it later. For now, I had to decide on something: either I tried to go back to sleep with a window open for the smell, or I changed her while she slept.
I opened the window before I grabbed Bab’s diaper bag and pulled out the changing mat. Going as slowly as possible, so as to not wake her, I put the mat under her and began un-taping the diaper.
Suddenly her head bobbed up off the pillow as she sleepily looked at me.
“Wap yooo domen?” Bab sleepily asked with the pacifier still in her mouth.
“Um, I'm just changing the diaper, go back to sleep,” I whisper to her.
She said something, but the pacifier muffled the sound as her head hit the pillow again. With that out of the way, I began to wipe the girl down before taking the diaper and throwing it in the trash, and placing something over the garbage to block off the smell. I then proceeded to powder Bab, then put the new diaper on. It wasn’t a moment too soon, as she rolled over and began to shiver slightly. I closed the window as the smell was now mostly gone, before pulling Bab’s blanket back over her and tucking it in.
“Goodnight, little girl,” I whispered, before I went back to sleep as well.
*****************
“No way!” Bab yelled, and I shot up from my sleeping bag.
“What!?” I shouted back and began looking around the room. Nothing was there, and I looked at Bab, who was now staring at her diaper. “What's wrong?”
“I'm not in a messy diaper!” she shouted, with a smile on her face.
“Of course not, I changed you in the middle of the night!" I angrily told her, as I plopped back down. "Now let me sleep a little longer!”
Bab just stared at me. Her smile was slowly fading, as her face blushed from realizing she was wrong about staying clean through the night. It went redder when she realized I changed her while she was asleep, and she didn’t remember waking up; redder still when Bab realized she just freaked out over nothing, and finally bright red when Bab realized I saw her pacifier she was trying to hide from me.
So in frustration, she jumped off the bed and right on top of me.
*****
“What the hell,” I told her half an hour later as I checked the giant bruise she left on my side, as we walked down the street.
“You deserve it,” she told me with a pout on her face.
“And you needed a change, you smelly little girl,” I told her and watched as her face went red again, and she kicked me in the leg.
Today we decided on doing a little training with our new gear. With it, I was finally able to fight more than just insects and slimes, but also a few wild beasts.
Bab had to show me the difference between a Beast and a regular animal. Beasts or monsters all have some type of very tiny jewel somewhere on their body. Every time I killed one, Bab would run over and pull the jewel out, and place it in a small bag she had with her.
“What are those?” I asked.
“Their just jewels the monsters have. They have a small amount of magic in them, and magic users use them in all types of ways. We can sell them for some easy money later,” Bab explained.
Well, if we could sell them later, then that should help us out quite a bit.
By the time lunch came around, I was exhausted as I checked the stats.
Alexander March
Stats- lv8
HP-47 (+4)
Attack-12 (+3)
Defence-12 (+5)
Speed-9 (+2)
Regen-3 (+1)
Manna-12
class-bass
Skills-none
Weapons-old sword (C)
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv8
HP-29 (+10)
Attack-4
Defence-4 (+10)
Speed-4 (+5)
Regen-4 (+3)
Manna-119
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
I was pretty happy with the number of levels we got. We might even get to lv10 before tonight.
We had just finished eating, and I was handing over Bab’s bottle to drink when we heard something behind us.
“What are you two doing?” Noah asked.
Bab immediately popped the nipple of the bottle out of her mouth and rushed behind me in pure embarrassment.
Man today just wasn't her day.
“Noah? Why are you here?” I asked, hoping to dodge the question.
“I came here to train a bit, but got sidetracked when I noticed some moron left a ton of monsters unpicked. Man, what an idiot!” Noah told me.
“Um, what's that…?” I asked, already knowing it had to be me by the blank stare he was giving me.
I was lucky; Noah was helpful and gave me most of the items he picked up, and explained it to me. All monsters have what video games would call drops. Beasts, for example, have fangs and tusks that can be removed and used for later. If I had the skill, I could even skin the Monsters and sell the fur as well.
Out of everything Noah kept two out of four silver fangs I had. It was payment for not only gathering the items, explaining what they are and that I could sell them, but also giving them all back.
For the next few hours, Noah joined us as we trained and showed me a bit more about gathering items, and even helped me with fighting with a sword.
“You're really starting to get the hang of this,” Noah told me as he and Bab watched as I killed another monster. “Hey Bab, do you think you can do me a favor?”
“What?” Bab replied.
“With that confused look, I'm guessing that was a ‘what.' Ok, do you see those flowers over there?” Noah asked as he pointed a few yards away to a clearing full of flowers. “They can be ground up and made into an awesome drink. Since you're not doing anything, can you go pick them?”
“Fine,” was her response, as she walked over to the flowers.
“What's she doing?” I asked, when I walked over to him.
“I asked her to pick some flowers for a moment, while I talked to you,” he told me.
“About what?” I asked.
“Why were you giving her a bottle?” he asked. I was really hoping he forgot that.
“It a weird story,” I told him.
“Weird, as in you have her call you 'Big Daddy' or...?” he asked, and my face blushed from that statement.
“Oh no no no, she has a few things wrong with her body. One of them being her hands. She cant hold things right and spills cups. She can barely hold the bottle herself.” I explain to him.
“Ok now that makes a lot of sense,” he told me, now understanding some of the weird shit. I'm just glad he didn't see a diaper change. “Man, that must be rough on a 10-year-old.”
Just then we heard a scream come from Bab, and looked as she shot lightning at what seemed like an enormous fucking bear!
“Fuck!” Noah yelled as he bolted into action, with me following him.
The bear was at least twice my size, at twelve feet. The bear seemed not even fazed by Babs electricity, as it roared and began to charge at her.
Noah got right in front of it and slashed at it with his bladed staff as I ran and grabbed Bab.
“Get her away first, then come help!” Noah yelled. I had no problem with that, as I ran as fast as I could with her in my arms.
“Why didn't your lightning do anything? I asked.
“It must have an ability, something to resist electricity,” Bab said, as I sat her down some distance away.
Turning back, I could see Noah fighting the monster. Thanks to his weapons range, he was keeping his distance and slashing at it when he could. Its back was towards me, and I had a slight idea.
“Bab, charge up the strongest attack you can, and blast it when I give a signal,” I told her, as I charged into the fight with my sword drawn.
The monster had finally got close enough to Noah that it swiped away his staff, disarming him.
“Fuck, still no use to it; guess I better get serious,” Noah said, before he shoved his hand into his storage.
He was about to pull out another weapon, when I jumped on the monster's back and stabbed my blade into its back.
“Frost!” I yelled, before jumping off onto the ground.
The Monster roared in pain, before turning to me with pure hatred in its eyes, as it began to rise up to attack me while I was still down.
“NOW!” I yelled as loudly as I could, and a loud crack filled the air. The monster stood suddenly motionless. Then it collapsed with a loud thud, dead.
“What the hell happened?” Noah asked, looking at Bab and me.
“Lightning rod,” I told him.
“What?” both he and Bab asked at the same time, as she came closer to us now that it was safe.
“Metal conducts electricity. I thought since the bear was immune to lightning on the outside it's inside might fry,” I told them.
“And since its back was towards you, you stabbed it and froze the blade to keep it there so she could attack with lightning,” Noah finished, as he looked at us and gave a smile. “Nice quick thinking.”
“But why was something so strong here?” Bab asked, as she got a little closer to the monster.
“What did she say?” Noah asked me.
“What is that thing?” I replied.
“It's called an Onikuma. It also called a territory boss,” Noah told us.
“Explain?” I asked, confused again.
“In different areas all around, there are some very rare monsters that are stronger than the others. They are called territory monsters, and if you're not prepared to fight one then try to get away as fast as you can, Noah explained. “We’re lucky you thought of that attack when you did, or you might not have beaten it.
After we defeated it, there was both good news and bad news. The good news was that we got a lot of very rare items and a lot of exp. Plus, I got a new hidden class I could now turn into. The criteria to use it was to either kill 100 beasts, or kill an territory boss. I got the hunter class!
Noah told me that, usually, people don't unlock it until after they've already become a different class. While it might not be that great a class, later on, it still has excellent abilities, especially early on.
The bad news, however, was that my sword was utterly destroyed. It was already an old sword, and after being frozen before being struck by lightning, it just couldn't handle that. Guess I'd have to suck it up and buy something a little stronger.
Noah was walking a little bit ahead of us as we walked back to town. Without my sword, I wouldn't be able to train much so we decided to call it a day. Just as we got into town, Bab grabbed my hand and made me look down at her. She was messing with her hair and blushing a bit. At first, I didn't know what she wanted, until I realized the time.
“Hey Noah, could we meet back with you later? Bab seems a little tired after everything that happened,” I asked him.
“Ya, how about we meet up at the sword shop in 2 hours?” Noah suggested as he looked over at Bab, who went along with my story and gave a yawn.
With that, Bab and I went back to the inn, so I could give her a much-needed diaper change.
“So want to tell me about the pacifier?” I asked in the middle of changing her. Her already blushing face became redder.
“I grind my teeth in my sleep.,” she told me and gave a little pout as I taped the new diaper on.
“So why hide it? I asked.
“It's already bad enough I have to wear diapers, be fed, and drink from a bottle. I just wanted to keep at least one piece of maturity left. Even if only a secret,” Bab told me, and I just started ‘
laughing. “Fuck you!”
“Hey, potty mouth!” I told her, as she just glared at me. “Look, I understand. Your body is messed up. I'm not laughing because you’re not mature, I'm laughing because you're trying to hide it from someone who doesn't care. I'm not going to make fun of you for problems you can't help, but have.”
Bab just stared at me in confusion, not expecting me to say something like that.
“it's true. If you could choose, you would use the toilet, feed yourself, drink without spilling; and now I know you uses a pacifier to keep your teeth from grinding,” I told her. “It all makes sense, and I won't make fun of you for it.”
Bab didn't say much to me after that, as we left to get a new blade. I had asked Noah to help me pick one out, in hopes that I could get one that was better than my old sword, yet still cheap enough to not waste money.
But, as luck would have it, he wasn't there, and the shop was closed.
“What know?” Bab asked.
Personally, I didn't know. Had we missed Noah, or something? I was sure we were on time… I thought… Without a watch, it was tough to tell time. Without any idea of what to do, we decided to head back to the inn.
“Well, this sucks, guess we'll have to wait until tomorrow,” I told Bab.
“Hopefully it won't take long,” she replied.
“Why?” I asked.
“I want to leave tomorrow,” she told me.
“To where? Besides looking for a way to get me back, we have nowhere to go,” I told her.
“I think I might have an idea,” Bab told me.
“What?” I asked, but was interrupted by someone behind me.
“Excuse me,” the guy said. As I turned to look at him, I felt something hit me right in the chest, knocking me a few feet away.
“Alex!” Bab yelled, before turning to the guy who hit me with a giant hammer!
She was about to shoot lightning, when she was hit in the back of the head with something that released a cloud of dust all over her face. She began coughing loudly, before turning to another guy who threw it. She raised her had to fire, but nothing happened.
“Fuck, this is too easy,” the man with the hammer said, as he grabbed Babs hand and picked her up by it.
She was flailing about and tried to kick him, but nothing worked.
“Let go of her!” I yelled, as I was finally able to get back up, amazed that the hammer didn't kill me.
There were two of them. Bab couldn't use her electricity, and all I had was a knife. Shit. I pulled out the knife and devised the only plan I could think of. I rushed the big guy holding Bab and used frost on him. I didn't think it would do anything, but it might cause him to drop her. As long as I could grab her before the other guy reacted, I might be able to run away.
However, my luck wasn't with me today, as the moment I charged I was tackled by someone else to my right. As I landed on the ground, he got right on top of me and blew that same dust in my face.
“Frost!” I yelled, but nothing happened.
“Sucks for you, that dust seals magic for 10 minutes,” the guy above him said.
“What the fuck do you want!?” I asked.
“We want that bag of yours.” the guy told him.
“Then take it!” I yelled.
“Sorry, if we could we would. But, you see, inns have a special magic put on them so items and belongings can only leave with their owners. So we want you to go get that bag: and if you don't….” he pointed at Bab.
As I looked over, I watched as the big guy shoved something into her mouth as his friend picked up my knife and placed the blade on her exposed arm. I watched as they had electricity shock the knife and tased her repeatedly! Her screams were muffled by whatever they gagged her with.
“STOP!” I yelled.
“You got 5 minutes to grab the bag and bring it back, or she’ll get worse,” he whispered in my ear.
“Well, this looks like fun,” I heard Noah say.
The guy on me looked over at Noah just as a rock flew over his head and hit the guy with the knife.
“Shit; why are you here!?” the guy yelled.
“Your friend really needs to plan his ambush better. Now, why don't you all just give up now before someone gets hurt?” Noah asked.
“Ya, no. There's still 3 of us,” the guy said as he got off me and kicked me in the stomach. “What makes you think you can hurt us?”
“Me? Oh no, I'm not the one who's going to hurt you. She is.” Noah then pointed at a roof above us. Standing up there with a sword drawn and lit on fire was Sherry. “Attacking someone in the middle of the street, you guys are dumbasses.”
I couldn't even follow as she jumped down and threw a fireball at the big guy forcing him to drop Bab. Next was the guy who was sitting on me. He dodged out of the way and pulled out his own blade to fight.
“You look fucked up,” Noah said to me as he crouched down and grabbed my arm, having our bracelets meet. “Night god hears our bond, grant us access to new heights.”
Suddenly both bracelets began to glow.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“It's a temporary bond. Both groups are tied to one another for 3 hours. Heal!” Noah said, and suddenly all the pain that I had was suddenly gone. “Healing magic only works with a partner.”
Speaking of partners, I turn to see Bab still on the ground not moving. I didn't bother with the fighting going on between Sherry and the bandits as I ran over and picked Bab up.”
“Bab, Bab! Wake up!” I yelled at her, as I pulled a cloth out of her mouth. All she could do was let out a soft moan. At least she wasn't dead.
“Heal,” Noah said, as he walked over and healed Bab. When she finally opened her eyes, I finally let out a breath of relief.
“Glad to see you both ok,” Sherry said a moment later, sheathing her sword away.
Behind her, all 3 guys lay motionless on the ground.
“Wait, how did you know we were in trouble?” I asked.
“Their dumbass friend tried to lead me out of town so he could jump me. When it didn't work, he said that Marvo hired them to steal your bag and they were just trying to get us away so they could.” Noah explained. Before helping me up.
Bab tried to stand up but after the shocks she took her body didn't want to work. Heal does work wonders, but there are after effects of attacks. So I wound up giving her a ride on my back.
“What are you going to do now?” I asked and looked at the bodies lying on the ground.
“We're going to arrest them and then go pay Marvo a visit,” Sherry told me. “As for you, go back to the inn and rest, she looks like she could use it.
“Ya today just really wasn't her day,” I tell them.
“Fuck you,” Bab said behind me.
We all laughed a little before i gave my thanks and walked back to the Inn to let Bab rest.
“What’s wrong?” Sherry asked Noah a few minutes later.
“You really got to see this,” he told her and had her activate her stat screen. “What is it?”
“Take a look at them,” Noah said and pointed to Bab and my names on their state screen.
“What's wrong wi…. Wait that's not right, how?” Sherry asked, finally noticing what Noah saw.
“I don't know, but by the looks of it, neither does he,” Noah said.
“What now?” Sherry asked him.
“Nothing. If it's true, then something big is going to happen. If we interfere, it might make things worse,” Noah said as he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Let's just hope he’s ready for whatever happens next.”
They then sat in silence as they stared at the name on the screen. Bab Ados.
Alexander March
Stats- lv11
HP-58 (+4)
Attack-19 (+3)
Defence-18 (+5)
Speed-15 (+2)
Regen-5 (+1)
Manna-20
class-bass
Skills-none
Weapons-knife
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv11
HP-39 (+10)
Attack-6
Defence-6 (+10)
Speed-6 (+5)
Regen-5 (+3)
Manna-132
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Money ----
gold 3)
silver 79)
bronze 70)
copper 0)
************
Marvo was now pacing in the bar as he waited for the bandits to return with the bag.
“What is taking them so long?” Marvo wondered. “They’re just bloody kids. How hard is it to steal a backpack?”
“Well they are all in jail right now,” a voice said, that startled Marvo as he spun around to see Noah.
“W-what?” Marvo stuttered. “N-Noah, how good it is to see you.”
“Cut the act, you sleazy pig. Your friends already ratted you out,” Noah told him as he grabbed a beer from the counter and began drinking it. “So, basically, you're under arrest.”
Marvo just stared at Noah for a minute, before he ran to the front door and tried to run away.
“Why do the dumb ones always try to run?” Noah asked as he took another sip of his beer.
Outside, Marvo was running as fast as he could and try to think of some way out of this.
He needed to get to his supply, if he could just get it then he could kill them!
Marvo ran out of town and toward a old shack. As soon as he got inside he ripped open a hidden panel in the wall to reveal his stash.
For just that one moment, Marvo felt like he won. Until a sword tapped him on the shoulder.
“Thank you, Marvo, for showing us just what I came here for,” Sherry told him, with a smile on her face. |
After the day Bab had, I gave her the bed again as soon as we got back.
“If I see Marvo before we leave I'm frying his ass,” Bab said as she slowly began to regain body function.
“Language little girl,” I told her as I took a seat next to her.
“Shut up. No one understands me,” Bab told me.
“Still kids shouldn't cures,” I tell her.
“I'm not a fucking kid,” she snapped at me before rolling over, and ignored me.
I just sighed, leaving it as it was, and began sorting the items we got. I then looked over at my pack. All this fuss over a stupid bag?
“I get my stuff might be rare, but is it really necessary to go that far?” I asked out loud.
“Gun,” Bab mumbled.
“Gun?”
“There have been others who have bought stuff like that into this world. Stuff that can make people feel good when burned. Stuff that can help the sick.” Bab explained without looking at me.
“But you guys have magic. You can shoot lightning, Noah healed us not too long ago.” I told her, still not getting it.
“Ya, we use magic. How many people in town have you seen wearing this?” Bab asked and raised her hand with the bracelet up.
Now that she mentioned it, I hadn't. The only people I'd seen so far had been Sherry, Noah and the guys that attacked us.
“80% of people who get the bracelet die with it. Whether by monsters or the curse. So most people don't risk it,” Bab explained.
“Why did you put one on then?” I asked her. For me, I wanted to go home, and this was the only option I had, but Bab? She still wouldn't tell me why she forced a bond. Even now she just ignored me again.
She didn't move from that spot at all until it was time for dinner, which she quickly ate, drank her bottle, and shoved the pacifier in her mouth before laying back down.
I still didn't understand why she was so mad.
I decided to leave the window cracked a bit just in case before I went to sleep myself, hoping tomorrow will be a lot better.
*******
The next morning I was greeted with a full diaper and a knock on the door. Bab’s reaction was just complete fear. She really didn't want any more people than necessary to see her in a diaper, let alone a full one.
“Who is it?” I asked without opening the door.
“It’s Sherry, I came to invite you both to breakfast,” Sherry said through the door.
“Cool, we’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes; we’re getting dressed right now,” I told her, hoping that would buy us enough time to change a diaper without her knowing.
“Ok I'll meet you downstairs,” she said and we heard her leave.
After a quick diaper change, and quickly packing my stuff, we both went downstairs to meet Sherry and check out of the inn.
Sherry took us to a small restaurant where we meet with Noah. They were even kind enough to pay for breakfast.
“So we wanted to know what your plans were,” Sherry asked.
“To be honest, we don't know. I was told if I can find enough magic users I might be able to go home,” I told them
“No one's been able to do that in years. But if you're determined to do it, then may I make a suggestion?” Noah asked.
“Go ahead.”
“Go north to Omorashi city. There you should be able to find a guild or something to help” Noah suggested. and that actually wasn't a bad idea.
“There's just one problem.” Sherry commented. Of course, there was. “The further north you go the stronger the monsters. So I recommend going to Pa’a kingdom first.”
“The what kingdom?” I asked.
“The Pa’a kingdom, they are one of the kingdoms of the world. Each kingdom was made after a dark crystal was destroyed, making the one who destroyed it a king or queen.” Sherry explained and pulled out a map.
The kingdoms were Pa’a, Parïtet, altabuul, on Misae, and Pariti, and Paridade on Guadalupe. Parïtet was the furthest south on Misae and directly west of us. Above them was Pa’a and further north than that was Altabuul.
“The kingdoms all have people who are very powerful, and Pa’a has some of the best trainers from all over,” Noah told us.
“Trainers?” I asked.
“They are veterans who have been fighting for a long time and have retired. To make money, they help train people to get stronger and teach them new ways of killing monsters.” Sherry explained.
“What do you think Bab, should we go to Pa’a?” I asked her. She just nodded in agreement.
“By the way have you picked a class you want to be?” Noah asked.
I did actually. I had to think long and hard about what I wanted to be. Out of all of them, I took out mage, bow, and rogue. They just wouldn't suit me well. Tamer was a good option since I could possibly get a good monster to team up with. But it would basically be a big pet, and right now I don't have the money to take care of one. I was stuck between fighter and hunter for the longest time.
The fighter was the better balance of stats, while hunter focuses on speed and regen. Fighter also has more classes they can turn into later while hunter doesn't but has some useful skills. But in the end, I knew what I had to be.
Alexander March
Stats- lv1
HP-60 (+4)
Attack-20 (+3)
Defence-19 (+5)
Speed-20 (+2)
Regen-7 (+1)
Manna-22
class-hunter
Skills-hunter eyes.
Weapons-knife
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv11
HP-39 (+10)
Attack-6
Defence-6 (+10)
Speed-6 (+5)
Regen-5 (+3)
Manna-132
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Money ----
gold 3)
silver 79)
bronze 40)
copper 0)
I had to go with the hunter for the skills. Hunters central ability is hunter's eyes. This will allow me to locate monsters a lot easier and also shows me what's valuable to them. Also, they have 2 other skills I can learn at lv10 and lv20. Basically, those skills will help us out a lot more than anything else at the moment. I might change classes later on, but for now, I'll be a hunter.
“I got to say that's a good pick,” Noah said as I told him. “That class will come in handy.”
“Yep and now you should be able to use storage,” Sherry told me.
Sherry then showed me how it worked and explained it to me. The higher the class, the more you can store. Right now because my class is still low, I can only store up to 10 items. Luckily there's a special trick to the magic. If you were to put 10 coins into the storage that would count as 10 items. But if you put the coins in a bag before you put it in then it’s only counted as one.
Meaning Bab’s and my bag only count as 2 items! Sweet!
“By the way, couldn't you have used it?” I ask bab.
“No, it only works when both parties are above a base class. I had to wait for you,” Bab tells me and puts her backpack in the storage we shared.
“Oh and I had a few things for you,” Noah told me as he pulled a few things out of his storage.
The first was a book on monsters. It had everything from what they are, to what they drop and what the drops can be used for. Also scribbled on were some of Noah's own notes.” the next was a map of Misae. And finally, he pulled out a sword.
It was a medium-sized sword, about the length of my elbow to my fingers, and it was twice as heavy as my old sword.
“I can't take that,” I told him.
“You're not, I'm loaning it to you. Right now you don't have the money to get a proper weapon. I want you to use that sword, and if we ever meet, again I want you to pay me back.” Noah told me.
It was hard to argue with him. All I could do was say thank you.
Both Noah and Sherry saw us off as we left the little town I only now found out was called Ubunye town.
“Why did you give him that sword?” Sherry asked Noah once we were out of earshot.
“Like I said, he’s going to need it.”
“But you spent months getting the materials just for it.” Sherry reminded him.
“Yep and I'm gambling that I'll soon get something better later,” Noah told her, a smile now on his face
****************************************4 days later.
Traveling by foot sucks. Walking with a kid who has to take a break from walking every 2 hours, was worse.
It took Bab and I a day to get to Ubunye town only because I was training on and off the whole time. Usually, it would just take 6 hours. Thanks to Bab being so small, she couldn't walk for more than 2 and a half hours at a time, with a half an hour break. I tried to have her ride on my back, but because the ground was so uneven it was hard to walk while carrying her. But I did have an idea for something later on.
During her breaks, I would do a little training of my own. It wasn't much, but after 4 days I finally got used to the weight of the sword.
Even while we were walking, I was trying new ice magic. I now had 2 new spells. One was ‘Ice breath’, where I blew cold air out. The more mana I used, the colder it got. The other was ice shard. I could form a little ice shard and even levitate it a bit. I could then use it as a throwing weapon.
Bab had also been very pissed at me the last two days because I stole her pants. Her diapers were small enough that they could be hidden by regular pants. But with her walking around so much, I noticed she was getting a heat rash on her legs around the diaper because of the pants.
So I took them.
Oh, Bab yelled and complained as she didn't have anything else to wear. (Note to self, get her more clothes.) So to cover up the diaper I made her a skirt. I zipped up my jacket, her small body fit thru the head hole and tied the sleeves around her waist to keep it up.
It wasn't the best looking skirt but her legs could now breathe, and it made changing her a whole lot easier.
Next was camping. Bab had no idea how it worked and was stunned when we had to share my small tent. She tried to say I had to sleep outside at which point I picked her up and hung her by the sleeves of the jacket skirt right off a tree.
“Ok, I'm getting tired of that bossy attitude,” I tell her.
“Let me down you ass!” she yelled as she struggled with getting herself down but found I tied the sleeves too well.
“That is MY tent, the food you are eating came from the money I got, if you're going to keep treating me like shit I will stop helping you,” I tell her.
“Ha, you wouldn't be here if it weren't for me!” Bab yelled at me. “I showed you how to use magic, I showed you how…”
I shoved her pacifier into her mouth to shut her up.
“You’re right. However, John was the one who was supposed to come with me; he was the one who was supposed to show me those things. The only difference is, you've just been a major pain in my ass by not helping with anything, while I have to change your smelly ass every few hours,” I told her, before walking away.
“Where are you going!” she yelled as she took the pacifier out of her mouth.
“You'll see!” I yelled back and left her up there.
I left for about 20 minutes and went out from the camp a little bit. It was here I learned that when you get past a limit, the bracelets start to sting a bit. But that stopped when I got back.
“I want to make you a deal,” I told her.
“What type of deal?” she asked, while glaring at me.
“I want to prove you're nothing but a spoiled brat that needs me to hold her hand,” I told her and she got angry. “So I propose you go one day without my help.”
“Ha, that will be easy!” she shouted at me, and I could only smile.
“I thought you would say that, so I prepared you something,” I told her as I pulled out her backpack. “In here there is breakfast, lunch and tonight's dinner. Also in here is your pants, along with a tarp from my pack, my shovel, and everything you already had. You just have to go until we set up camp tomorrow.”
“What do I get out of this?” she asked.
“You can have everything in the storage right now, including my sword,” I tell her and she was slightly stunned I would offer everything. “But if you lose you must accept any punishment I come up with.”
“What, are you going to spank me?” she asked.
“Nope, you'll just have this in your diaper,” I told her and revealed a slime I caught not too long ago.
In the book Noah gave me, I learned that slimes only eat dead things and are very harmless themselves. So Bab won't be in any danger, but I wanted to make a point. I watched her face go white as she looked at the yellow slime.
“If you lose, you must have a slime in your diaper all day,” I tell her. “Or you can apologize to me right now, start respecting me a bit more and only have the slime in your diaper for an hour.”
No matter what she was going to be punished. I had enough of her attitude, and this was the best way to do that.
“I-I except,” Bab told me. Her pride on the line. She thought she could do this.
“Ok then.” I stabbed the slime with my knife knowing I could find more later and helped Bab down, before taking my jacket back.
To be entirely fair for Bab, I took the tent down as I still had my sleeping bag and I started a fire.
I watched as Bab quickly started hers, but I just as quickly put it out.
“Hey!” Bab yelled at me.
“Sorry, this will be my last bit of help. Here’s some fire safety tips,” I told her and pointed out a lot of problems with her fire, then even helped her get a new one ready. Hey, even I didn't want to die in a forest fire because a kid didn't know any better...
From then on, things went just as I thought they would. For starters, Bab burnt her dinner trying to cook it, having it too close to her fire. Next, her fire nearly went out twice because she didn't have enough wood.
As I got in my sleeping bag, she laid out the tarp and wrapped herself in the only blanket she had with her pillow and laid right next to her small fire. A few hours later, I got up and used the rest of my wood to keep her fire going while she slept. I could be an ass when called for, but I wasn’t going to let her freeze.
The next morning I watched as she had to get out of her ruined pants. She was so cold she had tried to huddle up as best she could, which cause the diaper to leak. She then tried her best to get herself clean and haphazardly put a new diaper on.
We then went out to gather more wood. I even showed her to use the rope I packed to tie a bundle of sticks together and place it in storage to help. She had a lot of trouble just with this because of her hands, but she refused to give up.
With breakfast instead of burning her food, she dropped it. So I offered to feed her half of her lunch just so she didn't go hungry. She refused at first, but I told her this help was free. Reluctantly, she agreed and ate the food i gave her.
As we walked, I almost found myself laughing at Bab's misfortune. She was exhausted from being cold last night, hungry because she only had half a meal and was walking, her diaper felt uncomfortable because it wasn't taped well and she had to tie a piece of rope around her waist to keep her pants up because she couldn't button them.
To make it worse, a few hours later the messed up diaper leaked and she ruined another pair of pants. She was down to her last pair of pants, and she spent an hour just trying to clean herself again.
The final straw happened as we stopped to have lunch a few hours later. She sat across from me. Staring at the food she dropped again, just staring at it.
“You ok?” I asked as I pulled out my bag.
She just stood up. Not saying a word and walked over to me. When I looked at her face, she was trying her hardest not to start crying right then and there. She had a growing wet spot on her pants.
“You know what you have to say,” I tell her.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered.
“Speak up. I can't hear whispers.” I tell her.
This is when she finally broke down and started crying.
“I'm sorry!, I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I feel gross!” she told me while she cried. So I stood up and gave her a hug.
I knew we didn't move much, but today I set up the tent early. I then proceeded to take Bab's pants off and had to really get Bab clean from the (pun intended) shitty cleanup job she did. Once she was cleaned up, I fed her and had her get inside the tent and into my sleeping bag to take a much-needed nap.
The moment her head touched the pillow she was out.
“Sleep well,” I whispered as I pet her head and leave her be.
When she got up a few hours later, it was already getting dark.
“I'm sorry,” she told me again as she sat down next to me. Not even bothering to cover up her surprisingly clean diaper.
“Don't worry about it. I've told you before I don't care about your problems,” I tell her.
“I know,” she replied.
“Just treat me with a little more respect. that's all I'm asking for,” I tell her.
“I will. Thank you,” Bab said as I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a small hug.
“You’re welcome,” I told her.
We sat there for a moment before I pulled the back of her diaper open and shoved a slime into it. Before she could scream, I pushed her pacifier back into her mouth.
“You lost, keep it in their twenty minutes and we call it good,” I tell her.
Her face was a mixture of anger, sadness and disgust and a single tear in her eye. I grab her shoulder and pulled her closer to me for a hug as we look at the fire and watched Bab’s heavily stained pants burn in the fire.
Alexander March
Stats- lv6
HP-67 (+4)
Attack-28 (+3)
Defence-25 (+5)
Speed-32 (+2)
Regen-7 (+1)
Manna-26
class-hunter
Skills-hunter eyes.
Weapons-sword (D) (ability: groth)
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv15
HP-44 (+10)
Attack-8
Defence-8 (+10)
Speed-7 (+5)
Regen-9 (+3)
Manna-145
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Money ----
gold 3)
silver 79)
bronze 40)
copper 0)
******************
A woman sighs as she waits at her desk.
For the last 3 years all of her customers have been the same people. No new customer asking her to make them something special. No new ideas popping into her head, not even a small form of inspiration.
She needed something. Something to test her tailor skills. But what?
That's when she looked out the window and saw a mother and her child walking by.
“THAT'S IT” she yelled, as an idea finally came to her. But if she was going to do this she would need someone to model for her, but who….? |
Bab was a lot more tolerable after that day, but still mad about the slime.
It had been about 2 days since then, and we had finally made it to Pa’a: a big castle on a hill, surrounded by a city. A massive wall surrounded the city with only two gates in and out.
Bab was beyond embarrassed about going into town wearing my jacket as a skirt, since she already ruined her pants. But no one seemed to notice as we found a store and bought her a regular skirt.
Bab really wanted pants but after a minute of arguing I won out and we got the cheap knee length skirt.
Before we get anything else, I wanted to take a look around town and get a feel for what it was like. For starters, what was the better inn to stay at, that was affordable and comfortable? Next, a few shops, to check prices and see where I might find good deals. Then a place to sell my items for more money; lastly, find a tailor, to get Bab at least one good outfit to wear, and give her a bit more protection than just the magic items, and possibly make me something useful for later.
After a few hours, we found a decent inn. It was 50 bronze a night, but it was the best we could find. Bab and I decided to rest there for the rest of the day, after 6 days of walking. The only time I left was to get food, while Bab stayed in the room.
Dinner was 5 bronze, but it smelled fantastic. BBQ ribs and smoked veggies from a food vendor: I couldn't wait to dig in!
The moment I got back to the inn I noticed something on their wall. It looked like a bulletin board with jobs lined up all over it. After taking a look I realized there were all types of jobs, and all of them sorted to best reach their target audience.
The fighter was usually asked to protect something, such as farms from beasts, or to help join the royal watch on the wall.
Archers, frequently were asked to join the wall, or join hunters to find specific monsters.
The mage was asked to make potions for sickness. (Sadly Bab couldn't do that)
Rogues were asked to get stolen objects back.
Tamers were asked to do a little of everything, except for potions.
Hunters were asked to hunt specific creatures and items.
And lastly, there were a few odd jobs that didn't really belong to anyone.
After looking at a few and asking people how they worked, I grabbed four jobs and brought them with me back to the room.
“What's that?” Bab asked as I showed her the jobs I grabbed. She was doing her best to eat a rib by herself and was doing an excellent job. Luckily she was above a plate so when she did drop it wasn't a waste.
“I grabbed a few jobs for us to do to make money,” I told her.
“Whatcha got?” she asked.
“This one is tracking a pack of dogs that have been attacking the guards at night: 10 silver. ‘Find a black fang from a dog,’ I thought that might go well with the pack: 5 silver. And ‘locate a silver bee’s nest close to the gate, do not kill!’ seven silver,” I told her.
“What about that one?” Bab asked, noticing the fourth job.
“This one is for you,” I told her as I held it up for her to read.
As she looked at it, her eyes grew wide.
“Oh, fuck no!” she yelled. “There is no way in hell I'm doing that!”
“But it's perfect for you, and look at the reward,” I told her.
“No fucking way!” she yelled.
************
“Why are you trying to kill me?” Bab asked as we walked through town to where her job was, the next morning.
“Stop exaggerating. The job is great for what we need, and we were already going to come here anyway,” I told Bab.
“Why?!” she asked
“Because those magic items you have won't help you forever. You need something else for when we might be at risk.” I told her, as we enter the tailor’s shop.
“Aw hello, you two. How may I help you?” the women behind the counter asked.
“A few things actually, I was wondering if this job was still open?” I asked and handed her the flyer.
The flyer asked for a girl between the ages of 9-12 to be used as models for new outfits. The reward was their pick of any outfit, per 8 they tried on.
“oh, yes it is, is she the one?” the woman asked and looked at Bab, who was still pouting.
“Yes, she is,” I told the women.
“Great, we haven't gotten many 9-year-olds.” the women said.
“I'm not 9!” Bab shouted, getting really pissed.
“Oh my, what was that?” the women asked.
“Sorry, for some particular reason she can't talk normal, thanks to our bond I can translate for you if need be,” I told the women. “And right now she's just a little mad.”
“Is she an early bloomer?” the women asked.
“I don't know what you mean, but I don't think so. No, it's something else. By any chance is there anyone else in the store?” I asked.
“Why?” the women asked and gave me a strange look.
I looked at Bab then back at the women, and whispered in her ear about Bab being very shy of other people.
“Oh, I'm so sorry dear. Hold on just one sec,” the woman said as she got up from behind the desk.
She was an older woman, and a little on the bigger side, but from the way she acted she seemed to be nice, as she turned her open sign to closed.
“Come this way dears,” she told us, and led us into the back room.
The room was cluttered with clothes all over the place. In the center of the room was a small platform, and behind it was a curtain to change.
“Ok, so I'll have you go up on the platform for some measurements,” the women told Bab, who stepped up. The women then took a tape measure and started her measurements. “So what brings you two into town?”
“We're looking for a way to send me home,” I told her. I then proceeded to tell the women our story, as she sent Bab behind the curtain to change.
“That quite the tale,” she replied once I finished.
“Um, can I get something else?” Bab asked from behind the curtain.
“What's that dear?”
“She wants something different.” I translated.
“This is part of the job dear, I just need to see what it looks like so I can make adjustments,” she told Bab.
There was a moment of silence before Bab finally came out. She wore a long sleeve light blue t-shirt with a skirt that was above her knees and she was having a problem with that.
The women just praised how cute she looked and helped her to the platform. Here Bab was viewed all over to check out the design. Anytime she saw a flaw she tried to fix it.
“That's weird. It seems the back pokes out a little more than I thought.” the women said as she then lifted Babs skirt. “Oh, my!”
Babs' face was just in shock, as it grew red again, as yet another person found out her secret.
“That's what she's so embarrassed about,” I told the women. “That's why I asked for the job to be private. I'm hoping this won't be a problem.”
“Oh no problem at all dears, in fact, this is a great opportunity!” the woman said excitedly.
“What?” Bab asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked
“She is something special, someone, that need special clothing. This is a great way to gain a new experience!” the women said as she happily fixed the skirt a bit. “I'm so happy your daddy brought you to see me.”
For a second Bab and I didn't really process what she said then at the same time, we started to told her she was wrong.
“She’s not my daughter! She’s just someone I have to travel with ma’am!” I try to tell her, and she just laughed at us.
“First, please, call me Fran, and wasn't it you who said you adopted her?” Fran asked as she reminded me of what I said during my story, as she pushed Bab back behind the curtain and gave her a new outfit.
“Yes but that's only because she was in an orphanage; and because of the bond, I needed to take her with me,” I told Fran.
“So you don't take care of her?” she asked me, already knowing what I would say.
“Yes, I take care of her, but I see her more like a sister than anything,” I explained.
“I need some help,” Bab said behind the curtain.
“What did she say?”
“She needs help, her hands are messed up, so if you gave her anything with buttons or zippers that might be the problem.
“I see.” Fran then giggled to herself before going behind the curtain and helping Bab into the next outfit.
Bab soon found herself slightly enjoying the experience. A lot of the clothes she wore she would never wear at any other time, but here, in a locked room and away from everyone else, she could feel a little ordinary.
One outfit had a very short skirt that the bottom of her diaper even poked out of. I joked that Fran should use that for the adventure outfit. Bab just gave me the bird in response.
After 3 hours we were finally done. Most outfits Bab didn't like, but she did try on a few that she really did like.
“Because of your little problem, I would like you to come back tomorrow for the outfits. I want to make a few adjustments,” Fran told us, and we agreed. “Also one last thing, the outfit you asked for will be ready by then as well.
“Thank you,” we both told her.
***************
The rest of the day was just as good. After lunch, we went hunting for the bees’ nest. It took a long while but thanks to Noah’s notes we were able to locate a nest. Silver bees’ honey produced an effect that acts similar to coffee and the bees only make the honey in the wild.
After turning in that job, we went to the gate entrance and waited for the dogs to attack. The moment they did we fought them until they tried to run off. Thanks to the hunter's skills I was able to track them. Bab and I soon finished them off, and even got the black tooth.
With that done, we finally went back to the inn to relax and have dinner.
“That was fun,” I told Bab as I fed her some food.
“Yeah, I was terrified at first about the clothes,” Bab told me.
“Ya, but you really started enjoying yourself there. And don't lie, I saw the smile you had trying on the clothes.” I told her, and she gave a slight blush.
“Fine yes I liked it. I liked feeling normal for once,” Bab said as she took a bite out of the spoon I was holding for her.
“So what do you say?” I asked her. She just gave me a puzzled look. “I found the job, and you enjoyed it.”
“Ok, ok, thank you, daddy,” Bab said sarcastically, and we both started laughing.
“Yeah, I still think of you as a sister,” I told her when we both stopped laughing.
“I've meant to ask, what's your family like?” Bab asked me.
“I'm an only child. Dad left while I was a kid, so it was mostly my mom and me,” I told her.
“That sucks,” Bab replied.
“Not really, yes there were hard times, but we got through them. Mom started dating, and one of her boyfriends had a daughter who I treated like a sister,” I explained before laying back on the bed. “Sadly they broke up, and I haven't seen her since.”
Bab didn't say a word after hearing that.
“Hey Bab, what about you?” I asked.
“I don't want to talk about it,” she told me, not even bothering to look at me.
“Ok, just know I'll be here when you're ready to talk,” I told her as I reached over and gave her hand a slight squeeze.
She didn't say anything to me. Just got up, pulled her skirt down and crawled into the sleeping bag to go to sleep.
“Good night,” I told her.
“Good night,” she replied.
***************************
The next day we meet back up with Fran, who already had the shop closed for us.
“You're going to like this,” she said as she pulled out 7 different outfits. 5 casual, 1 for bed, and the last was for when we adventured.
The casual outfits were a mixture of long skirts, pants, shirts, a long dress, socks, and a few hair accessories. Next was the sleepwear, a big pink footie pajama with a weird looking black design over it and a flap on the butt.
“You will look so cute in these, and the footie will keep you nice and warm at night!” Fran told Bab with excitement.
I was quite amazed at how everything looked. And everything was designed with Bab’s diaper in mind, comfortably concealing it.
Fran then took Bab into the back room and asked me to wait and see what the adventure outfit looked like. I could hear a bit of a struggle behind the curtain and was really hoping this worked out.
“Introducing the latest in young teen adventure fashion, BAB!” Fran announced before pulling the curtain away and having Bab walk onto the platform.
At first glance, it just looked like jeans, a t-shirt, with a jacket and some boots.
But upon looking a bit closer, you notice the extra padding in the pants and jacket for additional protection. The boots looked like regular hiking boots and would work great for the amount of walking we’ll have to do. The t-shirt, on the other hand, seemed a like a regular shirt. Except there was something different about this one…
“Are you wearing a padded bra?” I asked.
It was here I learned something, her magick might not hurt me, but a boot to the nuts would drop me to my knees quickly.
“The outfit has been well equipped with defensive buffs, just like you asked. And yes, that is a bra, and it has special magic items to help with the defenses,” Fran told me.
“That's…...good…..” I choked out, still on my knees holding myself.
After a few minutes, I was finally able to stand back up and proceeded to get out my money.
“I'm sorry if this isn't enough, but if we could, I would like to pay the outfit off in payments if that's alright with you,” I told Fran and pulled out the gold coins.
“Wait, this outfit cost more than 4 gold!?” Bab asked, stunned. But yes: it was lined with magic. Her defenses had jumped up a lot.
“Oh, put that away; I have a different payment in mind,” Fran told us and looked at Bab. “Come back here and model for me again a few more times, and we'll call it even.”
“Wait, but the outfit was custom made, and has magic in it. That's worth nearly 10 gold!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, 8 gold to be precise, but let me tell you both something. You gave me a challenge yesterday. In comes a girl who has to try and hide a diaper under her clothes, when none are made for that. When you get as good at your job as I am, then you start to look forward to jobs like that,” Fran told us.
So we made a deal. Bab would come in and model for Fran whenever she could while we were staying here.
With Bab's new outfit, we were now one step closer to our goal. And I no longer had to worry so much about her getting hurt out there.
Alexander March
Stats- lv7
HP-69 (+4)
Attack-29 (+3)
Defence-26 (+5)
Speed-33 (+2)
Regen-7 (+1)
Manna-27
class-hunter
Skills-hunter eyes.
Weapons-sword (D) (ability: groth)
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv16
HP-45 (+20)
Attack-8
Defence-8 (+40)
Speed-7 (+9)
Regen-9 (+3)
Manna-149
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Money ----
gold 4)
silver 0)
bronze 80)
copper 0)
***************
“Oh and Alex, I'm not yet finished with that special order yet, but I will have it for you soon” Fran whispered in my ear while Bab was getting changed.
“Thank you, that will be a great help later,” I told her with a smile. |
Bab absolutely loved her new outfits. Hell, she even started to get involved in fighting monsters with me on jobs, just to test out how strong her defenses were.
“These clothes are amazing,” Bab told me as we made our way back to the city.
“I bet. You’ll have to thank Fran for them later,” I told her.
“Oh, I am. So what are we doing for the rest of the day?” Bab asked me.
“Well, I've checked our supplies and there are a few things I want to check out,” I told her.
“Great, shopping,” Bab said sarcastically.
“What's wrong with shopping? I thought girls liked shopping?” I replied.
“Ya, but those girls also have money to shop; this is just supply shopping,” Bab told me, and I stopped right there.
“You know what, you're right,” I told to Bab, as I reached my hand into the storage and pulled out our money bag. “You've been working hard as well, so you deserve to get yourself something.”
I pulled out 20 silver coins and gave them to Bab, who just stared at them in disbelief.
“I know it might not be as much as you deserve, but we still need to save as much as possible. But that should be enough for you to get whatever you like,” I told Bab.
“Thank you!” Bab yelled at me and gave me a hug.
“Ha, your welcome,” I told her with a pat on her head, glad to see her happy.
Once we got into town Bab and I split up, under the rules that we would meet up in front of a particular building when the bracelets start to burn us. This gave us plenty of time to look around.
First thing I started looking for was food. While we did eat at the inn a lot, it was always good to have a backup just in case.
Next was something for Bab. During our trip here, all she had was a blanket and pillow that she brought with her. So I decided to look into some mats and a warmer blanket. These, however, I'd wait to get until we're about to leave. I might find a better deal than what they had here.
Once I was done with this store, I met Bab outside to reset our bracelets and went into another store.
This one was to look at different armors and see what I could upgrade. At the moment I thought I was good at everything, but I thought I might get an accessory to provide more defense for myself later.
Next, I looked into other weapons: this time not for me. I knew Bab couldn't hold any weapons, but there might be something she could use. But, sadly, there wasn't.
When I left the store, I looked around for Bab for a moment and saw her throw something away before she noticed me and came running towards me.
“How was shopping?” I asked her.
“Great! I got 3 books and a bag of treats,” Bab told me as she reached into storage and pulled out a bag of hard candy before putting it back. “I also got you something.”
She surprised me as she then pulled out a little necklace. It was just a simple red crystal tied to a string. But it was still a great present.
“It doesn't do anything, but I thought you might like it,” she told me.
“I love it,” I told her as I put it on.
This, however, wasn't the end of Bab being nice; she also had us go out to dinner, where she paid for it! I was very stunned by this. She ended up ordering a lot of food and was just having a lot of fun having her own money to spend.
“Remind me to teach you about overspending,” I told her as we were eating.
“I already know, but it's my money; I should spend it how I want,” she told me.
I could only laugh and remind myself she was still young. Might as well let her have her fun while she still could.
************
“I'm so full,” Bab told me when we got back to the inn.
“Same,” I replied as I plopped down on my sleeping bag and closed my eyes.
“Thank you for today Alex,” Bab told me as she undressed and pulled out her footie pajamas.
“I think that's my line, you're the one who treated us,” I remind her.
“Ya but you gave me the money, so thank you,” she repeated.
“You…(yawn)...deserve it,” I told her before I fell asleep on top of my sleeping bag.
Bab just looked down at me and smiled: even pulling out her own blanket and throwing it on top of me, before whispering goodnight and blowing out a candle, then crawling into bed, happy for what tomorrow would bring.
***********
I could only give a slight giggle when I woke up the next morning to find Bab’s blanket on me. Bab was still sound asleep, sucking on her pacifier in her pajamas. If she were a little smaller, she could be confused for a toddler. But there was something I found odd, the room didn't smell.
“Bab, it's time to wake up,” I whispered to her and gave her a little shake.
She opened her eyes a bit and groaned before turning over. She really was not a morning person. With her back towards me, I noticed the pajamas butt flap open and decided to check something.
I slipped my finger into the back of her diaper and checked to see how bad it was. Bab just spun around and slapped my hand when I did, her cheeks slightly flushed.
“Just checking if you had a messy diaper,” I told her.
“I don't have accidents every night!” she told me, and while that was somewhat accurate, out of all the times, I'd checked her in the morning, her diaper had only been clean twice in the morning. Even when that did happen, she always made a mess shortly after she woke up. I guessed this was just one of those days.
“You're right, you're right. I'm sorry.” I told her as I get up and stretched.
I decide not to bother changing her yet until after breakfast as to not waste a diaper. But even after a quick meal, however, she still hadn't gone.
“Are you starting to control it now?” I asked her as I un-taped the diaper.
“I think I am!” Bab told me excitedly.
“Well if that's the case, go use the toilet real fast before I tape on a new one,” I told her hoping that maybe I wouldn't have to change any more diapers soon, or at least not messy ones.
Bab happily jumped off the bed and ran her half-naked butt into the bathroom and shut the door.
As I waited for her, I began to look at our supplies and checking what we had when I noticed the sound of a flush and Bab walking out.
“You clean yourself?” I asked.
“No, I just peed a little. I don't need to go yet,” Bab told me.
Something seemed off, but I decided it was nothing and taped on a new diaper onto Bab. She’d go eventually.
The rest of the day was just like usual. We checked out a new job, went out of the city for the said job. Had lunch and a diaper change (still no mess?). When we got back to town, we went to Fran’s, and Bab tried on two new outfits for Fran before we looked around town and had dinner.
“Are you ok?” I asked Bab at dinner noticing she didn't eat much.
“Ya, I'm fine. Just a slight stomach ache,” she told me with a slight smile.
“Are you positive? You seem a little sick.” I told her as I placed my hand on her forehead to feel if it was warm, but she smacked it away.
“I'm fine, Alex!” she told me, with a slightly stern voice, as she got mad at me.
So I left it as is. If Bab was ok, then she was ok. Nothing I could really do about it.
**********
The next day, however, I was getting a little worried. She still hadn't gone yet. But she insisted that she was okay: all day, saying she was okay. That night, however, she was anything but fine, as she had stomach cramps all night long.
When I woke up in the morning I could hear Bab awake and in the bathroom mumbling to herself. She had stayed up all night from stomach cramps.
“Bab, this is enough! There's something wrong!” I told her as I opened the door to see Bab on the toilet holding her stomach while her face was pouring with sweat. She didn't bother to yell at me for coming in. She just looked at me with pleading eyes to make the pain in her stomach go away.
“Please Bab, tell me what's wrong,” I asked her as I knelt down beside her and rubbed her back for a moment.
“I….i don't know! I used….(stomach cramp)...some medicine. But it's not working…..right,” she told me.
“Wait, what medicine?” I asked.
“The...potion shop,” she told me and clenched her teeth.
I immediately ran to Bab’s backpack and grabbed out a random outfit and helped Bab get dressed before noticing she could barely walk with the pain. So I picked her up and carried her in my arms.
I had no clue what to do. I still didn't know where a hospital was in the city. Bab was in pain from something, and I was terrified of not knowing what to do. So I took her to the only person I knew that could help us.
I cradled Bab in my arms as I ran through town. Bab's skirt was flashing the diaper she had to anyone at the right angle. But neither of us cared, as I continued to run until I rushed into Frans taller shop.
Fran was already with a customer and was about to ask us to wait outside until she saw the sick Bab in my arms. Without any hesitation, she asked the women she was with to hold on a minute as she led me to a door to her house, connected to the taller shop.
The place wasn't that big, but Fran led us into a guest room, where I placed Bab down and quickly explained what was wrong.
“She sounds constipated to me,” Fran told me. It would make sense, but it had been two days.
“She said she took some type of medicine. Do you know of any that would do this?” I asked Fran
“Not a clue,” she told me, and my heart sank.
“She is in pain, and I can't help, what am I to do?” I asked Fran.
“Why not try going to the potion shop; maybe they might know what she took and how to help?” Fran told me.
Without thinking, I rushed out of Fran's house and into the street. I ran all over just trying to find the potion place. When I did finally see it, I rushed in.
An older man greeted me at the counter, but I just rushed over and grabbed him by his collar and looked him dead in the eyes.
“Two days ago a 10-year-old came in here and bought something. what was it!” I yelled at the man, no longer in a thinking state.
“I, I, I don't know!” the man stammered. I then pulled him over the counter and threw him on the floor.
“Bab is in serious pain right now after drinking something from your store!” I yelled at him before I reaching into my storage and pulling out my sword. “If you don't tell me what you gave her, I swear to your gods I will kill you!”
“STOP!” a teenage girl screamed.
I looked over, and for the first time, I noticed a girl about 15. How long had she been there?
“Margret stay back!” the man yelled.
“I don't want her, all I want is to know what you gave a little girl two days ago that made her very sick!” I yelled at the man.
“He didn't, I did!” Margaret yelled, and my attention turned straight to her.
I pushed the man to the ground as I got up and walked over to the girl, the man yelling at me to not hurt her, but I paid him no mind.
“What did you give her?” I asked her through my clenched teeth.
“I..it's a...potty training medicine. I..it’s sup...supposed to help toddlers control themselves,” she told me.
I just stared at the girl, fear rushing through her until I took a step back. I placed my sword back into storage and took 3 deep breaths to try and calm down.
“Explain,” I commanded the father and daughter.
It's a weird type of medicine to help kids learn how to use the potty. By taking it, the child will hold it in and use the toilet more often. It's meant as a last resort type of thing, and you're supposed to only use a small amount of it in water for a short effect.
When Bab came in here the other day, Margaret was watching the shop for her father. When Bab came in, she immediately went to the medicine and bought it. Margaret thought she was just some kid doing an errand for her parents and getting it for a younger sibling or something.
Not only did Bab grab a special long lasting one, but she also drank the 2 oz bottle straight without diluting it first!
After a quick apology from all sides, the shop owner was kind enough to give me something to help Bab, telling me how it worked and even saying that if it were his kid, he would have done the same thing I did.
When I got back to Fran’s, I quickly explained what had happened and had to ask Fran to do something for Bab, a bridge that I personally didn't want to cross.
We both walked into the guest room where Bab was laying, still in pain from the cramps she was having.
“Bab. I got you something,” I told her as I crouched down right beside the bed. “But it might be a little uncomfortable.”
“Any…..thing. Please…..stop the pain,” she told me with clenched teeth.
So Fran and I got to work. First, we took off Bab’s diaper and placed a towel on the bed. Then we had Bab get on all fours on top of the bed with her butt facing Fran.
“Fran’s going to give you the medicine. Just take my hand,” I told her as I stayed right beside Bab. She didn't understand why I had her take my hand or why I suddenly had her pacifier put into her mouth.
“This will help you, dear,” Fran told her as she put on a glove and rubbed a special lotion onto Bab’s butt.
Bab had another cramp right then as squeezed my hand for a moment until it passed.
“Ok, here comes the medicine,” I told Bab, as she looked at me for a moment confused before clenching as hard as she could on my hand and screamed into the pacifier as Fren shoved a little pill as far as Fran’s middle finger could reach into Bab’s butthole.
“That was a powerful laxative. It should help counter constipation you have,” I told Bab and turned her back over.
Here Bab was re-diapered by Fran. However, Fran cut open the diapers and placed the second one over that one for leaks.
Bab didn't bother asking for the bathroom. She knew that she wouldn't be able to stand, let alone walk to the bathroom in time.
So, in front of Fran and I, Bab began to fill the double layer diaper. We watched as it soon expanded, as nearly two days worth of poop filled the diaper.
Tears poured down Bab’s face from a mixture of pain and relief as she filled her diaper.
"Do you feel better?" I asked her, and she nodded. "Ok then. In a few minutes, Fran will help get you clean.”
Bab had to walk a little funny, as she wasn't used to such a thick diaper, let alone one so full. She followed Fran into the bathroom, where Fran preceded to clean as much of the mess from the diaper as she could, before having Bab get into a tub to wash the rest off.
When she was clean, Fran put her into another diaper and got her dressed again, before telling her I wanted to see her in the guest room.
When Bab came into the room, she saw me sitting on the edge of the staring at a wall.
“Alex, thank you for getting…” Bab started.
“Shut up,” I told her. “I'm done.”
“W-what do you mean?” Bab asked as she took a step closer to me. “Alex, I'm really sorry for what I did but....”
“No, you’re not,” I interrupted her again. “I told you already. The only thing I wanted from you was a little respect, and you still don't show it.”
“B-but I do respect you,” Bab answered.
“Really? Because I don't think it respectful to lie to my face multiple times,” I told her, as I finally looked at her. “You nearly poisoned yourself and continually lied to my face that you were fine.”
I then got up from the bed.
“Over and over and OVER YOU LIED TO ME!” I screamed as I walked towards Bab. Every step I took she took one back until she was up against a wall with me right in her face. “YOU SCARED ME TO DEATH!”
“I'm sorry!” Bab started to cry, her legs became weak, and she nearly fell to the floor, but I grabbed her arm and forced her to stand up.
“I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE! ALL BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO TRY A MEDICINE YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND!” I yelled in her face. That's when I noticed the quiet hissing sound coming from her, and the front of her diaper started turning yellow. So I let her go and let her slump to the floor. “So I'm done. I'm taking you back to the orphanage.”
With that, I walked out of the room and slam the door shut behind me. Bab’s muffled crying behind it.
I decided I needed to cool off a bit and took a walk outside, hoping the cold air would clear my head. After walking around for about an hour and a half, I finally took a seat on a park bench. The anger and frustration still in my head.
“Mind if I take a seat?” Fran asked me, about 20 minutes later.
“Ya go ahead.” I gestured to the spot next to me, and the women sat down.
“You want to talk about what happened?” she asked me.
“I'm sorry for yelling and slamming the door in your house,” I apologized.
“After what happened, I think you have a right to,” Fran told me. “But are you serious about taking her back?”
“Sadly, yes,” I told her.
“I think that might be taking it a bit too far, Alex; I know she did something beyond stupid, but you shouldn't punish a child like that,” Fran told me.
“Punish? Fran, this isn't a punishment. This is me finally realizing I'm way in over my head.” I told her.
“What do you mean?” Fran asked.
“I'm 22, and not only was I brought here magically, but I also wound up taking care of a small handicapped child. I tried my hardest to look after her, to make sure we both were taken care of. But this incident made me finally realize I have no idea what I'm doing!” I told Fran
"You seemed to be fine to me," she told me.
“When I woke up this morning and saw Bab sick, the first thing on my mind was me screaming ‘what do I do?’ over and over again. I want to be mad at Bab for lying to me, but I hate myself more for even putting her in that situation. If I was just watching her like I should have, then maybe this wouldn't have happened. I'm not sending her back to punish her, I'm taking her back to someone I know can take care of her, because I don't think I can.”
“Alex you can't be this hard on yourself. It was a mistake, yes, but that's all it was. I've seen how much you care for her,” Fran told me.
“You're right, I see her as a sister. It's because I care that I don't want my irresponsibility to be the thing that one day kills her. She needs someone better than me,” I told Fran.
"Alex. I think you are putting way too much stress on yourself. You're doing a fantastic job. She doesn't need anyone else but you to be there for her." Fran told me as she gave me a pat on the back and left.
As she was leaving she took a look over to see Bab sitting behind a tree, listening to the whole conversation we were having before she ran off back to Fran’s house.
Alexander March
Stats- lv9
HP-72 (+4)
Attack-30 (+3)
Defence-27 (+5)
Speed-37 (+2)
Regen-7 (+1)
Manna-29
class-hunter
Skills-hunter eyes.
Weapons-sword (D) (ability: groth)
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv17
HP-47 (+20)
Attack-8
Defence-8 (+40)
Speed-7 (+9)
Regen-9 (+3)
Manna-154
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Money ----
gold 4)
silver 36)
bronze 67)
copper 34)
Alone with my thoughts, I couldn't help but think what I should have done. Was I really capable of doing this?
“What have I gotten myself into?” I asked myself, as I closed my eyes.
"L wklqn brx duh grlqj ilqh." someone told me.
“But is that enough?” I asked them but got no response.
When I looked, I realized I was still alone. |
Bab and I really hadn't spoken much since then. I looked into any possible solutions to the curse, but sadly we couldn't use any of them without going further north. So I had to accept that I couldn't get rid of the bracelets for a while. Maybe when Bab got older, we could try to remove the curse then.
We were currently still in Pa’a, only because we still had a debt to Fran. Once that was paid, I was taking Bab back, and we'd stay in the village where it was safer, and other people could help me deal with Bab.
I'd become so paranoid about her safety that I didn't even bother taking her with me on jobs anymore. I took Bab to Fran’s, who made Bab into a temporary assistant while I went on the jobs. I also made sure I was always back within 4 hours.
“Alex, I know you're scared of having Bab hurt, but that curse is hurting her far worse,” Fran told me when I got back from a job.
“It's for her own safety,” I told Fran, who just gave me a weird look.
“Look I love that girl, and I love the extra help, even if it’s just getting input; but this fighting between you two has to stop,” Fran told me as she grabbed my arm.
“We're not fighting,” I told her and had her release my arm.
“Right; you just don't bother talking to each other anymore. It's no different,” Fran told me.
Sadly she was right: it was no different, but I didn't know anything to say to her. What could I say to her? After what happened, I just couldn't think of anything.
“Look, why don't we make a deal?” Fran told me as she took a seat behind her counter. “As you've probably seen, there's a festival coming up, right?”
Fran was talking about the posters up all over the place. But because I'd been busy, I hadn't paid much attention to them.
“I've seen the posters, but I don't know much about it,” I told Fran.
So she explained it to me. When Pa'a was made, it was placed right on top of a particular monster’s migration route. The Pylons are a monster that looks like a type of Griffin without wings or eyes, and which follows a strict migration route. Every 3 years they come running into the city from the south gate and exit the east. No one knows why they do this and every attempt at stopping them has led to failure.
Then the kingdom had an idea: instead of stopping the pylons, why not make a path for them? Now, every year, walls of ice and earth are prepared to make a path in the city for the Pylons to run through. Now it has become a festival held every 3 years.
“Ok, so what does that have to do with me?” I asked.
“I want you and Bab to sign up for ‘Guard Duty,'” Fran told me.
While the walls help lead the Pylons, they are still wild monsters who, on occasion, have jumped over the walls. Under normal circumstances, the royal guard would be able to defend the citizens. On this day, however, they will be stretched thin, and placed in places where they would be of more use. So the royal guard asks ‘adventurers’ to help fill in any gaps, and help civilians should any Pylons breakthrough.
“If you take the job and take Bab with you, then we can call your debt to me over,” Fran told me.
“But what do you get out of this?” I asked, very curiously.
“Nothing. But if you're so set on taking Bab home, then make this the last adventure she will get for a while,” Fran told me.
“But this could be dangerous! I don't want her going through that!” I told Fran, with my voice rising a bit. Why was I even getting mad about it?
“Just as dangerous as the trip back to the village!” Fran yelled back.
We both stared at each other. Both mad over Bab, who was in Fran’s house waiting for me. I didn't want to see Bab hurt. But the more I thought about it, the more Fran was right. No matter what I did, it would still be the same when we left. Best to just do this job, and go as soon as possible.
“Ok Fran, you win. Bab and I will take the job.” I told her.
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Two days later, Bab and I found ourselves in a large alleyway with 4 people in front of us. After picking up Bab from Fran’s the other day, we signed up for the job. We were assigned a location to look after, and we were to work with another team as well.
“Excuse me sir, but I must ask you take your child and find a better spot to watch the migration,” one of the 4 people there told me.
This guy was a member of the royal guard and was assigned to this position to make and keep up an earth wall.
“We’re actually assigned here; we’re adventurers,” I told the guard, and showed him our paperwork proving we were who we said we were.
“Wait, you're really an adventurer?” a boy of about 13 asked, as he walked up to Bab, before looking at me. “Why would you partner with some kid?”
“Danilo! Don't be so rude,” a woman scolded the boy.“I'm sorry for that. He’s still young. My name is Enedina, Danilo is my son and Alan over there is his partner,” she told me and gestured to another guy sitting on a few boxes.
The 3 of them were far different than me and Bab. All three of them had top of the line gear, by the look of it. Even the boy had specially made armor.
Enedina then told me who they were. They were royalty, with Danilo being one of the late king’s sons. The king had 3 sons with 3 different women; and with the king's passing, over a year ago, the 3 were trying to seize the throne.
The oldest tried to take it for himself, believing that because he was the oldest the right to rule belonged to him. However, the throne disagreed. The magic on the throne is special. When the ruler of the kingdom dies, then a child of the ruler of the same gender will become the next ruler. However, if there is more than one, then the three must either prove themselves worthy of the throne or fight to the death for it. If there is no heir to the throne, then it will be left vacant until it finds someone it finds worthy. If it doesn't, then it will place a curse on them, forcing them to leave the city and never return.
With the oldest prince bearing this curse, it was decided that the two younger brothers would fight for the throne. They had one year to prepare to fight, or somehow be deemed worthy of the throne.
Shortly after this decision was made, the summoning crystals summoned new warriors. The crystal in Pa’a summoned Alan, and prince Danilo decided to form a bond with him. Should he become king, he promised to use his resources to send Alan back home.
Enedina was once an adventurer when she was younger before she met the king and had her son. She had planned on forming the bond with Danilo to help make him stronger, but he didn't want to be stuck with his mother at all times. Which is why he chose Alan to bond with. He was someone not fully under his mother’s control and was able to get away with some things. But she did act like a guard for her son until he was to become king.
“Shouldn't you have guards with you or something?” I asked them. If they were royalty, then they would always be protected?
“Normally yes but because today is a special day they were reassigned to protect the people,” Enedina explained. She then whispered into my ear. “This ally is special as it has never had a Pylon come through here, so we are still very safe. This is most likely why we were placed here.”
Hearing that I felt a lot better. This means it was a lot easier to keep Bab safe.
“Hey, want to go see when the Pylons will get here?” Danilo asked Bab who at first tried to scoot away from the boy.
“It's ok Bab, go play with him for a bit.” I smile down at her, and she gave me a worried look that said she really didn't want to go. But the prince had already grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the wall to look out for the monsters.
“So I take it you're also from the other world?” Alan asked me.
“Ya really wasn't expecting all of this,” I told him and decided to tell them some of our adventures. But was stopped halfway thru when we heard Bab scream followed by a loud slap!
“You disgusting pervert!” Bab yelled followed by the boy's mother shouting her son's name and rushing over to him.
“How dare you hit a prince!” the women yelled at Bab not even hearing what Bab had said.
“Bab, what happened?” I asked her.
“That fucking pervert grabbed my chest!” she yelled furiously.
“What type of language is that?” Alan asked.
“She said your son grabbed her chest,” I told Enedina who was helping her son up. Is face bright red from the slap.
“LIES!” he yelled. “She just slapped me for no reason!”
“That girl needs to learn some respect!” Enedina said, her eyes like daggers staring at Bab.
“Bab wouldn't just hit someone without reason, did anyone see what happen?” I asked and none of the adults responded.
“Ok then, seeing as no one saw what happen let's just keep them separate,” Alan suggested as he got between our two groups.
“But she slapped me!” Dan yelled.
“So you're telling me that one slap from a little girl is enough to really hurt the next king?” Alan asked the boy apparently knowing how to manipulate the boy a bit.
So we stayed separated in the alley. The guard was on the earth wall he made keeping a lookout for the pylons while Bab and I leaned against one wall of the alleyway, while the outer 3 were on the other side.
There was tension in the air. The prince and his mother just stared angrily at us. While Bab stared angrily back.
“Why did this have to happen,” I whispered to myself.
“Just our luck I guess,” Bab replied to me.
That was probably the most she’s said to me all week.
“Are you ok?” I asked her.
“As well as I'll ever be after being touched by a pervert,” Bab told me.
“I'm sorry about that,” I told her.
“Not your fault. I just wish I fried his ass instead,” Bab replied. “And thanks for believing in me.”
I took a deep breath. I knew this might be the only time I might be able to talk to her normally.
“Bab, when this is over….let's talk about what happened that day,” I told her, finally ready to actually talk and possibly apologize a bit.
“I'd like that,” Bab said to me as she flashed me a small smile.
“HERE THEY COME!” the guard yelled as he jumped off the wall and back on this side.
Immediately we all rushed to the wall to take a look.
The wall was about 8 feet tall but thanks to some crates and boxes we already stacked we were able to get a quick view of the monsters.
It looked like a wave of black was rushing into the city. The Pylons had long black feathers covering their bodies, the only part that wasn't black was the pale beak and claws they had. I couldn't even tell how many there were as they rushed towards us.
For a moment I was actually enjoying myself a bit as I watched the monsters. That is until the screaming started.
“DANILO!!!!” Enedina screamed as I looked over and saw that the boy had somehow jumped over the wall and was now holding a medium sized sword out and ready to take on the Pylons!
“Fuck!” Alan and I yelled, and we both jumped over the wall and rushed over to the boy.
But there was nothing we could do now. The pylons were too close, and we had no choice but to try and fight them while trying to get the prince to safety.
“Grab the boy!” I yelled to Alan as I grabbed my sword and used it to slash at the first of the pylons that came rushing toward us.
Alan did grab the boy and yanked him off his feet forcing him to drop his sword. Alan then tried to run back to the wall where he saw the guard jump down, ready to help but was soon jumped on by a Pylon.
I didn't know what they were doing, and at the moment I didn't care as I continued my slashing. Most of the pylons soon moved to one side to go around us, but there were still plenty rushing at us.
Behind me, Alan set his free hand on fire and punched one of the pylons that came close to him, but he was blocked off on all sides with nowhere to run. He only had one option, he dropped the boy.
“STAY DOWN!” Alan yelled as he lit his other hand on fire and began punching at anything that got too close.
“Whats going on!” I yelled to Alan behind me hoping he had gotten the boy to safety by now so that I could try to get back over the wall as well.
“There's just too many!” Alan yelled as he hit one away from him and the prince. Not noticing the prince trying to crawl toward the wall.
I was in mid-attack when a pylon had finally pounced right on top of me, and my sword went flying through the air as I was pinned down. The pylon screeching in my face, before it was blasted off.
I quickly looked over at the wall. Both Bab and Enedina were on top of it. Enedina using a whip to snap the neck of the pylon on the guard while Bab was the one who blasted the pylon off of me.
I gave her a big smile before I jumped back to my feet and yelled out ‘FROST” blasting anything near me with ice magic as I quickly looked around for my sword. But I couldn't see it.
Then we all heard the loud screech and looked at what was coming. This pylon was much bigger, even other pylons were keeping their distance from it. This one also had two bright red eyes, and I could vividly tell this was a territory monster that Noah told us about.
I could see the monster's eyes target me as I was the closest to it.
“RUN!!!” I heard Bab yell, but there were still too many pylons rushing by to do that.
I tried desperately to think of something when something caught my eye. It was the boys shiny gold sword was lying just off to my right. With the boss monster getting very close now I had to jump for the sword.
The monster was nearly right on top of me as I grabbed the hilt of the sword. Immediately my arm felt like it was on fire as I gripped it tightly and slashed at the boss monster. The sword admitted a powerful slash attack that directly drained me of all the manna I had. But that one attack was all that was needed to kill this boss monster.
Its body crashing down with a loud thud and skidding a few feet towards me, but stopped mere feet away.
That's also when I noticed that the arm holding the sword really was on fire.
“WHAT THE HELL!?” I yelled as I immediately dropped the sword. I started to quickly try to put the flames out until my arm was soon encased in a water bubble.
“That sword is meant for those of the highest class such as royalty and paladins!” Enedina yelled at me from the wall using water magic to put out my flames.
“Thanks!” I yelled at her before I noticed Bab was no longer on the wall.
Frantically I searched around to find her and saw that she was standing over the cowering prince and blasting off Pylons to protect him.
Because of the weird effect of the boss monster, the pylons began to run around it, not even noticing that it was dead and creating a type of invisible wall. Protecting us and finally allowing us to run back to the wall.
Alan and I quickly hoisted everyone back over the wall before we helped each other over it. The 5 of us all out of breath and exhausted.
The Guards armor was torn entirely apart but amazingly still alive. Alan and I were covered in scratches all over but nothing too serious. My burned arm was so far the worst. Thankfully it would heal in a few hours. Then there's Enedina and the kids who also came out unhurt from all this.
“Hey, I think you dropped this,” Alan said to me as he reached into his storage and pulled out my sword. “It landed right next to me.”
“Thank you,” I told him as I take the sword. Suddenly it began to glow brightly before changing shape. “What just happened!”
“That sword has growth!” the guard exclaimed as he came over to examine my sword. “Some weapons have special abilities and grow makes the weapon grow stronger with the wielder.”
I just looked at my sword. Before it looked like any other sword. Now the hilt felt better in my hands, the blade grew a little longer, and in the center of the handle was a small red gem.
“Congrats.” bab told me as she walked over and gave me a hug.
I smiled down at her and embraced her as well.
“Thank you for having my back,” I tell her.
“anytime.” she looked up at me with a smile on her face. “Just as long as you have mine!”
“Always.” I laughed and put my new sword away for the moment.
Finally, after everything that has happened. I feel like we are somewhat closer than we were before. And for the moment I didn't want to think about anything else.
Alexander March
Stats- lv12
HP-80 (+4)
Attack-39 (+3)
Defence-35 (+5)
Speed-46 (+2)
Regen-8 (+1)
Manna-36
class-hunter
Skills-hunter eyes. (new: beast vision)
Weapons- Yoake (C) (ability: growth)
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv20
HP-53 (+20)
Attack-10
Defence-11 (+40)
Speed-10 (+9)
Regen-11 (+3)
Manna-169
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Money ----
gold 4)
silver 45)
bronze 37)
copper 28)
I then look over and see the Prince being checked over by his mother while glaring at Bab.
“Hay prince, what don't you say thank you to Bab for saving you?” I asked him.
Everyone looked at him. His jaw was clenched, but he slowly walked over towards us. Until he was right in front of Bab.
“I never asked for your help,” he said. And in that quick moment of confusion, he reached down, grabbed the sides of Bab’s skirt and yanked it down… |
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It felt like the world had gone still, all eyes on the little girl wearing a diaper with her skirt around her ankles.
I watched and reacted as fast as I could to grab Bab’s now rising arm.
“Bab, stop!” I yelled to her as I gripped her open hand into mine.
She looked up at me with a face of pure rage,as if demanding I let her hand go so she could use one of her powerful lightning attacks to kill that brat.
“It's not worth it,” I told her, before crouching down and pulling her skirt back up.
“Is she really wearing a diaper?!” the prince laughed.
“Yes, she has a small problem that doesn't need you making it worse for her,” I told the prince standing right behind me. “Come on Bab, let's go home.”
“Aw, does the baby need to go home to get her diaper changed?” the boy said mockingly. “I'm amazed that a moron who can't use the toilet could ever be an adventurer!”
“Boy, I would shut your mouth now if I were you. If it weren't for me kneeling in front of you, she would kill you,” I told him, and noticed that no one else was going to interfere with what was going on.
“Ya, I bet the smell of her dirty diaper could kill a dragon. Hey, maybe one day, when your daddy here gets tired of taking care of you, come find me. I'm sure my maids would just love taking care of a worthless baby bitch like you,” he told Bab.
I felt a snap in the back of my mind as I heard that.
“Bab, look at me,” I told her, and we looked into each other's eyes, both now pissed. “Do not copy me.”
I swung my arm and body as fast as I could, using the momentum of my body to give my swing more power, connecting the back of my fist to the 13-year-old prince’s face. The force was strong enough to lift the boy off his feet and send him flying backward.
I immediately knew what I had just done was beyond stupid, so I quickly grabbed Bab and threw her over my shoulder before I booked it out of the alleyway. The only sound we heard was a mother screaming.
“Where are we going?!” Bab yelled at me.
“We need to get out of the city, fast!” I yelled back. “If royalty is anything like my world, then if we're caught, we're dead!”
“They're following us!” Bab told me, and I gave a quick look back, and sure enough, Alan and the guard were chasing us.
Bab then raised up her hand and tried to shoot lightning at them, but because she was bouncing on my shoulder, she missed.
“Bab, no lightning! There are other people here!’ I yelled.
“Then what are we supposed to do about them?!” Bab asked, as I took a sharp turn down another alleyway.
This one had two groups fighting a Pylon in it, but I paid them no mind as I ran past them and jumped onto a crate, then over an ice wall.
With just a little bit of luck, the Pylons had thinned out now, as this was the tail end of their group. (I had no idea what to call a group of Pylons). With them so thinned out, it was easy to run down the main street. I soon started to see some of the walls begin to come down, now that the Pylons were gone.
“Where did she go?” some guy said, as he suddenly walked right into the main street and right in front of me. I wound up running into the guy, and the three of us all crashed onto the ground hard.
“Bab are you ok? I asked as I looked up.
“No! I think I sprained my foot!” she yelled, and was holding her foot in pain.
“That fucking hurt!” the guy I hit said, as he slowly picked himself up. “Why were you running like that?”
Before I could answer, I took a look back and saw that Alan and the guard were still chasing us. Alan was currently dealing with one of the last Pylons that attacked him, however, and the guard was getting closer to us.
“Please, I know we don't know each other, but I'm begging you, please just grab her and take her to the main gate!” I asked the guy, who just gave me a weird look. Here was someone who just ran into him, begging him to take some kid to the main gate. The man then turned around and noticed the guard running towards us.
“I hope I don't regret this,” he said, before he quickly grabbed Bab.
“Alex!” she called to me as she was being taken away.
“I'll catch up soon!” I yelled at her, before turning to the guard, who was now very close, so I pulled out my sword.
“You are under arrest for assaulting a member of the royal family,” he told me, before taking out his own sword. “Now drop your weapon and come quietly, or we’ll have a problem.”
“You know for a fact that brat deserved that punch,” I told the guard.
“That I know. But it still is an assault on a prince. I must take you in,” he told me.
“I know, you're just doing your job and I respect that. So no hard feelings if I tell you I won't come in without a fight?” I asked.
He smiled at me, before he charged at me with his sword and began his attack. His speed and strength were clearly higher than my own. I guess being in a higher class, with more experience, really shows. If it weren't for that Pylon jumping on him, then he would have easily held his ground much better than Alan or I did.
I was only just barely able to dodge his swings or use my sword to block them. I was strictly on defense, just trying to think of any way to stop him. Currently, my mana was very low, since that sword drained it all, but it had been about ten minutes, and I should have had enough for at least one attack.
When I finally thought of something, I went on the attack and slashed down onto the guard, who quickly blocked it. That's when I looked behind him.
“Pylon!” I yelled, and backed off slightly. The guard quickly turned to see my bluff, before turning back to see my hand in his face, “FROST!”
He was temporarily blind at that moment, and I took my chance to smash the butt of my sword into his face, knocking him out, and possibly giving him a concussion.
“Guess it's my turn,” Alan said, as he walked over to me.
Both of us were exhausted, and I could see Alan's arm had been cut by the Pylon he was fighting earlier.
“Come on, even you?” I asked. Alan was a lot like me, and should at least see I was in the right.
“Sorry, I might have a way home with him. Even if I wish I could punch him too,” Alan told me.
“So no hard feelings, no matter who wins?” I asked and raised my sword.
“That's fine,” he told me, and his hands caught fire again.
“Ok, one sec, why do you keep fighting with just your hands?” I asked very curiously.
“I'm a skilled fighter, it's part of the fighter class. They don't use weapons and all the stats they get go to attack and speed. I used my fire magic to give my fists more damage. I'm only using this class until I get the special skill I want,” he explained to me.
“Ok then.” I shoved my sword back into storage and lifted my fists ready to fight. “I won't use a weapon on an unarmed opponent.”
Alan laughed, before stopping his fire magic and making the battle an even fight. We just stared at each other for a moment before Alan finally charged at me. Then I broke one of 'man's' secret rules. I kicked Alan in the nuts.
He dropped like a sack of bricks from that one kick.
“Sorry! You can get me back for that later!” I yelled at him as I started running again. I really had no time to waste, and while that was a cheap move, it was literally the only thing I could do to end the fight right then.
It wasn't long before I finally caught up with Bab and the other guy, already waiting for me at the gate. The other royal guards were still busy with other things at the moment.
“Alex!” Bab cried happily, as she seen me coming. She was leaning against the gate, trying to stay off her injured foot until it healed.
“Thank you for watching her,” I told the guy between pants, and I tried to catch my breath.
“Why were they chasing you?” the guy asked.
“I hit a member of royalty for being an ass;” I told him the most simple version.
“Well, if that's the case, you might want to leave now. It won't be long before more people start to come looking for you,” the guy told us. Bab and I couldn't agree more.
“If we ever meet again we owe you one,” I told the guy and held out my hand. “Mister....?”
“Blake,” he said and shook my hand.
“Alex” I replied, before picking Bab up and running into the woods to try and get a head start.
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About twenty minutes later and I was already exhausted, and I had to put Bab down.
“Are you ok?” Bab asked me, before reaching into storage and pulling out a bottle of water for me.
“Just exhausted,” I tell her before chugging the entire bottle of water. “We can't rest long though. How's your foot?”
“It still hurts, but I think I could still run if I had to,” she told me.
“No it's bad to stay on a hurt foot like that, it could wind up getting worse,” I told her, before I finally remembered something and smacked my face.
“Whats wrong?” Bab asked, surprised that I would hit myself.
“I completely forgot something. I wanted this to be a surprise for later, but now is as good as any time to show you,” I told Bab, and reached into storage to pull out the thing Fran made me in secret a while ago.
It was a baby carrier, specially made to fit Bab. (If you don't know what they look like, a link on the bottom will show you.)
“What is that?” Bab asked in disbelief.
“Look, don't get mad. You’re slow and need to stop and rest a lot. I had Fran make this so that I could carry you when we travel, to make it easy for us both,” I told her. “It's not to make fun of you at all, I swear.”
It was the truth. If it weren't for Bab’s consistent stops, we would have been in Pa’a a lot sooner. With this carrier, it should make traveling a lot easier.
Bab was very hesitant about it at first, but eventually agreed to at least try it. She was soon strapped in and was on my back with ease. Thankfully she felt like I was carrying my pack and made running a lot easier.
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To be honest, I had no idea where we were, or really what to do. We were still running nearly an hour later,no longer in the forest but surrounded by a mountainous terrain. We knew we were still being chased, as we were attacked by long-range magic that only just barely missed us. Which meant we were just barely staying ahead of them; but with my exhaustion, I knew we wouldn't be able to go on much longer.
“Alex, I think I have an idea,” Bab told me.
“What's that?” I asked.
“Let me use a special attack I have. It won't hurt anyone, but it should make it so we can rest a moment,” she told me.
With no other option I stopped and unstrapped Bab, and she stood up ready to fight, her foot no longer in pain. I then began to look around.
Currently, we were hiking up a near-vertical hillside which made it very hard to run. But at least we had the high ground, to fight off anyone who would try to fight us.
Sure enough, within a few minutes we saw more royal guards show up, ready to fight and take us in.
“You are under arrest for…” one of the guards yelled at us, but I finished.
“For smacking a royal brat, and possibly knocking out one of the guards!” I yelled down to them, before grabbing my sword and getting in front of Bab.
Bab folded her fingers together and began chanting something I couldn't hear.
“Come on you fuck heads, bring it!” I yelled, and suddenly they all started running towards us.
“Pulse!” Bab screamed, as a wave of energy was emitted all around us, and each of the guards fell to the ground.
I looked back at Bab, who was now panting.
“It's a paralyzing spell that uses all the mana I have. They won't be able to move for 30 minutes. If they are under the curse, the would have to retreat or run the possibility of dying if their partner isn't around,” she told me.
That was awesome! This might work!
“That might have worked if we weren't here,” I heard a women say and turned back down to see Enedina and Alan, neither of them affected by the attack.
“How?” I asked.
“Our armor was made to resist all kinds of magic,” Alan told us. “Now give up.”
“Bab, run!” I yelled at her, and got my sword ready.
With Bab out of mana she was of no help, I just had to buy her enough time to use magic again, but now it was two on one. Bab did as she was told, and started running uphill, while I charged down.
Alan was the one to engage me, as Enedina ran past. I tried to stop her, but Alan just hit me repeatedly, forcing me to focus on him.
I didn't want to hurt Alan, so I only used my sword to defend myself, as I tried to use my magic on him. Sadly fire resisted ice and wasn't affected by it.
“You are really going to pay for that cheap shot earlier,” Alan told me.
That's when I heard Bab scream. Suddenly, I didn't care if I hurt Alan, as he now tried to stay away from my swing. Then I saw it. It was just a slight opening in Alan's defense, that meant I was finally able to connect one punch onto him. Alan only staggered a bit, but that was all I needed to run away and up the hill.
Bab and Enedina couldn't have gone far, and sure enough, the moment I turned a corner I saw Enedina using her water magic to encase Bab’s head in a water bubble and lift her into the air. I saw Babs struggle for breath. She tried to use her magic, but not even a spark would come.
“Let her go!” I yelled.
“Don't take one more step,” Enedina told me. “Unless you want to see if your daughter can suddenly sprout gills.”
So I stopped,my eyes only on Bab.
“Enedina what are you doing?” Alan asked when he caught up a moment later.
“What I must. Now drop your sword. Now!” she told me, and I complied.
“Ok I give up, just please stop hurting her!” I pleaded and watched in horror as Bab stopped producing air bubbles!
“Fine: you want her so badly, fetch!” Enedina said, and threw Bab.
I immediately started running after Bab. Reaching as far as I could to grab her, I leaped into the air, and finally caught her as we both fell off the edge.
Alexander March
Stats- lv12
HP-80 (+4)
Attack-39 (+3)
Defence-35 (+5)
Speed-46 (+2)
Regen-8 (+1)
Manna-36
class-hunter
Skills-hunter eyes.
Weapons- none
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv20
HP-53 (+20)
Attack-10
Defence-11 (+40)
Speed-10 (+9)
Regen-11 (+3)
Manna-169
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Money ----
gold 4)
silver 45)
bronze 37)
copper 28)
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Blake had spent the last few hours traveling from one gate to the other, before he finally found who he was looking for.
“Eva! Where have you been!” Blake yelled at the woman who ran up to him and gave him a hug.
“I've been chasing Pylons! It was so much fun!” she exclaimed, before she noticed something.
She then proceeded to smell Blake’s shirt for a moment, before looking at him in confusion.
“Why do you have my sisters smell on you?”
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I was in a lot of pain, I was cold, and I was wet. Those were the first things that came to my mind as I slowly opened my eyes. Above me was a cave ceiling.
When I turned my head, I saw a small fire right next to me, and Bab shaking right next to it, trying to get warm.
“Bab?” I said. My mouth was very dry at the moment and my voice sounded rough.
“Alex!” Bab yelled, and crawled over to me. “Are you ok!?” she asked.
“I hurt, but nothing I can't handle,” I told her, as I slowly tried to sit up. “What happened?”
“You saved us,” Bab said, before explaining what had happened.
Enedina had just thrown Bab over the edge of the cliff, and I had jumped after her. The fall was about three stories high, and I had to work fast if we were to survive. Below us was a single tree; I used my frost magic to nudge Bab and I just slightly, so that we would hit the tree, which significantly slowed our fall, but knocked me out cold.
Luckily for Bab, the fall knocked the water out of her lungs, and she was able to breathe again, but was too hurt to do anything for a while. I guess Enedina and Alan saw us down here, thought we couldn't have survived, and left without checking on us.
Bab remained on me for about 40 minutes, until she finally felt strong enough to move. She tried to wake me up, but nothing she did would work. By then it was getting late, and with no other choice, Bab slowly dragged my unconscious body 30 yards to a nearby cave.
I really don't know how she did that, but I was indeed impressed. Once in the cave she pulled out the extra wood we collected a while ago, and used her lightning to start a fire. That was a few hours ago.
“Why haven't you changed out of those wet clothes?” I asked Bab, noticing she was still wearing her damp Adventure outfit.
“I can't…” Bab told me, and looked away.
“Why?” I asked.
“I left my backpack at the inn,” she explained. Even though we had storage, she didn't see the point in always taking it with us, then putting it back, if we were still staying at the same inn.
“Shit. Ok, take off your wet clothes, I’ve got an idea,” I told her, and turned away from her. She hesitated for a moment as she watched me grab my backpack, before she decided to do as I asked.
Then, I held out one of my shirts behind my back, and had her take it. A moment later I turned around and nearly burst out laughing. I could wear XL size shirts, but I didn't feel comfortable unless they were 3XL, and Bab looked like she was going to slip right thru the head hole.
So I tied the hole close, and the shirt was now an oversized nightshirt on her.
“How is it?” I asked.
“It stinks,” Bab replied, but I could tell it was a lot better than the wet clothes. Speaking of wet, I also had to change her diaper, and noticed a small rash forming. I would have to take care of that later.
Once she was all taken care of, it was my turn. After changing into a new set of clothes, I noticed Bab was still shaking from being cold, already wishing she had her onesie. It was already dark outside and unsafe to try to look for more wood.
So I pulled out my sleeping bag. It had 2 straps on the side that, when undone, turned the sleeping bag into a double. There, Bab and I both got in and slowly relaxed, as the combined body heat slowly warmed the sleeping bag up.
“Alex?”
“Ya,” I replied, both of our backs to each other.
“I'm sorry,” she told me.
“For what?” I asked, not knowing what she was apologizing for.
“For being a brat,” she told me.
“I'm sorry too,” I replied.
“Why?” Bab asked.
“For being so overprotective.”
“That's just who you are,” she told me.
“Still, I went too far when I stopped having you help me,” I told her. “Even though the bracelets were hurting you.”
“I forgive you,” she told me.
“Thank you,” I replied, a little happier about that.
I felt the sleeping bag shift a bit, and Bab tried to give me an awkward hug.
“What are you doing?” I asked, laughing a bit.
“I wanted to give you a hug,” she told me, not really understand why she wanted to do this. So I rolled over and wrapped my own arms around her for a better hug.
We just lay there, hugging each other and trying to stay warm as the fire began to die out.
“Alex, I think I'm ready,” Bab told me. “To tell you…”
“About?” I asked confused again.’
“Me,” she said, and I suddenly realized what she meant.
“Bab, you don't have to force yourself to tell me,” I told her.
“No, I trust you; you've been there for me from the beginning. You treat me as normal as you can. You don't pity me because of what I've become. You do treat me like a kid, but I can't blame you when I act like one,” she told me. “You still trusted me, even when you were mad at me, and also after I lied to you. You're the only person I know I can trust in.”
I didn't say a thing. I just laid there and listened to her as Bab took a few deep breaths.
“I don't know how much you will believe, or even how to even start explaining,” Bab told me. “I'm a witch, and 4 years ago my sister tried to kill me.”
I listened to her story.
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Bab’s story.
At the beginning of this world, my mother was a powerful mage. She was a part of the first group that destroyed the first Dark crystal. Using her power, she helped the early heroes grow stronger. She helped form the basis of all magic used today. But her most significant achievement was being granted immortality by one of 5 sacred monsters.
This, however, became a curse for her as the years went on. She watched as the people she grew to love grew old and died. She tried to find new meaning in her life, but as the years went on she slowly lost herself. Nothing excited her anymore. Nothing brought joy into her life. It was said that she even found the location of all the crystals on the planet, but because of boredom she never did anything to them.
After so long, she finally had enough and tried to kill herself, over, and over. But her curse wouldn't allow it. So she asked another sacred monster to kill her. The monster instead told her the only way for an immortal to die: they must first give life.
So she did just that: she gave life to me and my sisters. My mother could not give birth, however, so she learned of another way. She learned to offer up her soul and merge it with a monster's soul to create new life.
I was born of my mother's soul and that of a Raijū, the beast of lightning. Thus I was later known as the witch of storms.
When my mother finally passed away she left my sister and me to do as we wanted, and we all split. We never really found the need to see each other often. Out of my sisters, I was the 3rd strongest of them, but my magic power exceeded them all.
It was over 4 years ago when it happened. One of my sisters attacked me. She led an army against me for reasons I still do not know. The battle went on for 4 days, my sister using a barrier to keep me from leaving. The fight was only ended when I was tricked.
My sister placed a bracelet on me and had one of the soldiers force a contract on me. Then my sister killed the soldier. With the curse activated, I had to use all the magic I had, to use one of my mother's emergency spells to break the curse.
The spell was meant to create a new body for me. But without the proper amount of magic, I made a body of a 10-year-old. My sister had known that would be the only option I had to break that curse, leaving me with no mana and no way to fight back.
She then proceeded to place different curses on me. The first was the inability to use my hands. Without them, I wouldn't be able to use my witch skills to fix my body. Next, because she was sick of hearing me yell at her, she stole my speech, making anyone who listens to me unable to communicate. And finally, just to humiliate me further she cursed me to never be able to tell when I needed to go.
My sister thought she had won, and she took her barrier down. That, however, was her big mistake. I had tried to use a teleport spell in the beginning, when the barrier was made. Now that it was gone, my spell finally activated and I was taken to a random village. Unable to communicate. Unable to use my hands. And unable to use the toilet...
For the first time in my life, I felt weak. But that's not where it ends, because the new body spell wasn't complete. It won't age. For 4 years I have been stuck in a child's body, but no different than if I had become a toddler.
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“That now explains a lot,” I said out loud.
It explained why she was already a mage with such massive mana at the start; also why she distrusted such a lot of people; why even though Alice said Bab should be 14, she still looked 10. And why she hated being called a child.
“So now you know,” she told me.
“But there's something I still don't get. When you formed the bond with me, the fact that I could understand you shocked even you. Why did you force a bond in the first place?” I asked.
“I just wanted to be able to use magic again. Because of the unfinished body, my power was also locked away. I was planning on using you, to force you to take me with you and find a way to separate us. Then I would go on my own to reclaim my body myself,” she explained.
“So what's your plan now?” I asked.
“I don't know. I never planned on telling you, I never planned on having fun, on trusting anyone, on you ever giving your respect, your compassion, your trust…” Bab stopped.
“Then how about we make a deal,” I told Bab, and she looked up at me. “Let me help you get your body back.”
“No,” Bab told me and turned around. “Your job is to find a way home. Getting my body back could take years.”
I just laughed and hugged her again.
“No, my job is to look after the little orphan girl who stormed into my life and took me prisoner in her own game. You might not understand it, but until you turn into an adult, I have to be looking after you. Which, as you said, might be a few years. But I think my family can wait that long,” I told Bab. “I've already told you before: you are like a sister to me, and like any good older brother, I will always be looking after you.”
“You do remember I that I said I'm older than you right?” Bab told me, a smile growing on her face.
“Ya, but until the day I see that, you'll still be my little sister,” I told her, and rubbed her hair playfully, making her giggle a bit.
“So you're not taking me back anymore?” Bab asked.
“No” I sighed. “Knowing what's going on now, I won't take you back. But now I'll have to think of a different punishment for you, later.”
“That's fine, just, please. No more slimes,” Bab commented, and we both laughed.
After that, we laid in the darkness, talking about nothing. The fire was now just a pile of dying embers in the cold night, the two of us holding each other for warmth, as we both started to drift off to sleep. |
****i would like to thank Wannatripbaby for helpping me with the editing. My last editor seemingly vanished on me. But i'm hoping with Wanna’s help, this story will be much better ^.^
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Ch 11
“GOD DAMN IT!!!!!” I screamed the next morning when I got back to the cave.
“Was the sword really gone?” Bab asked still in my t-shirt waiting for her clothes to finish drying by the fire.
“Yeah, and after it transformed too!” I yell in frustration. “I didn't even have it for a day before I lost it!”
“Should we head back to Pa'a to get it and my backpack?” she asked me as I sat down next to her.
“We can't right now. They most likely think were dead from that fall. And even if they didn't, they would still be on the lookout for the people who assaulted a prince.” I explained.
“Shit,” she said disappointedly. She really wanted her new clothes back. Especially the warm pajamas for the cold nights.
“Yeah. Now we basically have to start over again. Get me a weapon and you some clothes. I just hope we can make it to the next town with just my knife and your magic.”
“Can't you do what that Alan guy does?” Bab asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“He doesn't use a weapon, just his fire magic around his fist. You should be able to do that with your ice.” Bab explained. She then held up her own fist and had electricity flow all around it. “Give it a try.”
I was a bit skeptical about it, but if this works, I might not need a weapon for a while. So I raised my arm and tried. But nothing happened, so I attempted again, nothing happened. A third time and only a few ice shards appeared.
“This is harder than it looks,” I say out loud before I try again.
“Just keep practicing, you'll be able to do it soon,” Bab told me.
After a few more tries and using half my mana I finally got an idea. I stood up and walked out of the cave.
“Frost breath!” I yelled and began blowing on my arm. It took a large chunk of my mana but soon my entire arm was covered in ice, and I didn't feel it at all! “Bab look I did it!”
“I guess that's one way to do it,” Bab told me as she laughed.
The ice made a type of gauntlet that felt a little weird, but even as I hit the cave wall, it only chipped a little bit. It would make a decent weapon until I can replace my sword. But it also has a few downsides.
First, it takes a lot of time and mana. It takes about 20 seconds just to freeze my hand which is not good if I'm already in battle. Second I can't move my hand as it's frozen solid by my attack. And lastly, I have to use the fire to melt the ice….
“So what's the plan?” Bab asked as I stuck my hand as close to the fire as possible to get rid of the ice.
“Your clothes are almost dry, so I say we leave in about an hour,” I tell her.
After an hour I gave Bab a change and realized her stash of diapers was almost out. Just add that to the list of problems we already have.
when Bab was fully dressed and strapped to my back we departed south to Parïtet.
After about 4 hours of walking, Bab asked me if we could take a break since she wet her diaper and needed a change. This was as good a spot as any, so I put her down before changing the wet girl.
Once she was taken care of, we had an early lunch and relaxed a moment while I checked out our stats. After what happened yesterday we should have leveled up a bit.
Alexander March
Stats- lv12
HP-80 (+4)
Attack-39 (+3)
Defence-35 (+5)
Speed-46 (+2)
Regen-8 (+1)
Manna-36
class-hunter
Skills-hunter eyes.
Weapons- knife
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv20
HP-53 (+20)
Attack-10
Defence-11 (+40)
Speed-10 (+9)
Regen-11 (+3)
Manna-169
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Money ----
gold 4)
silver 45)
bronze 37)
copper 28)
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After seeing this I grew very excited, we were getting much stronger, and I even got the new skill Beast vision!
Upon activation, everything I saw turned a dark blue. Looking around a bit, I saw many blobs of red all around us. It was like I saw thermal imaging.
“Hey Bab, what does Beast vision do?” I asked her as I looked over and seen she was blue.
“It's a skill to help find monsters. You'll see them in different shades depending on how strong they are compared to you,” Bab explained.
From weakest to strongest red, orange, yellow, and white.
I was amazed by this and looked all around just seeing blobs of red.
Just then we heard a loud roar cut through the air somewhere behind us. I tried my new skill to see what it was but I saw nothing.
“Let's get going, I really don't want to meet whatever made that noise,” I tell Bab before having her get strapped up for me to carry.
About 2 hours later we reached another problem when we found a river with rushing rapids and no way to proceed. Standing on the rocks by the river we decided just to follow the river in hopes of it leading to a bridge or something for us to continue.
“Do you think I could freeze the water?” I asked Bab while I walked next to the river.
“Maybe a small stream, but a river no,” she told me bluntly. “You're not strong enough for that.”
“Damn,” I replied slightly disappointed.
“Hey, Alex do you hear something?” Bab asked, and I stopped to listen.
It sounded like something big was running. I activated my new skill and tried to look around for it. The moment I saw it I nearly shit my pants. In the far distance, I saw something big glowing white, and running straight towards us!
I immediately rushed to find cover behind a few trees close by and put Bab down as we waited for the thing to show up. We didn't have to wait long before the monster came running past and stopped by the river.
The monster was a Pylone the size of a fuckng monster truck! It was undoubtedly twice the size of the Boss monster I killed yesterday, and I only killed that thing with the help of a royal sword! Even if I had my sword, I don't think we could ever kill this thing.
“Bab, I want you to do me a big favor,” I whisper to her hoping the monster wouldn't see us.
“What?” she whispered back.
“If that thing sees us I want you to run back to Fran,” I tell her.
“What? No, I can't!” she whispered as she looked away from the pylon sniffing the ground we were standing at just a few moments ago.
“If that thing sees us there is no way we are surviving. I can hold it off for a moment, but I need you to run as fast as you can back to Fran and make a new bond if I don't make it.” I tell her.
“Alex, no. I'm not going to do that!” she whispered.
“Don't argue,” I tell her as the pylon looked right at me. “RUN!”
I bolted from the trees as the Pylon roared, its roar nearly popped my eardrums. It then started to chase after me and away from Bab.
“FROST” I yelled and began to use all the ice magic I could on it. But nothing seemed to faze it.
In mere moments it was close to me and smashed its head into me knocking me to the ground before stepping on my chest. Its paw covered my chest as it put enough weight to keep me from moving. Its beak grow close to my face. I tried to punch it, but that made it mad.
Opening its mouth, it roared at me from so close I could see the back of its throat! This was by far the most terrified I have ever been as I began to feel a warm spot across the front of my pants.
“Where is she!” I heard a voice coming from somewhere.
Before I could say a word a bolt of lightning hit the pylon right in the face. It roared in a slight pain before turning its attention to Bab who was still standing by the trees.
“NO YOU IDIOT RUN!” I screamed but it was too late, the pylon had its attention on the little girl who just hit it with lightning.
The pylon got off me and charged. I watched in horror as it went after Bab. Unable to do anything to stop it. I just yelled as loudly as I could for it to halt.
Just before the monster was on top of Bab, a guy ran up and grabbed her before jumping out of the way of the giant pylon as it smashed into a tree.
“EVA STOP!” the man yelled as the monster got back up to look at him then stopped.
My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw this person command a monster to stop. But I had to shake that off as I jumped to my feet and ran to Bab. The moment I got to her the beast started to growl at me.
“Eva, stop that, you're scaring them!” the guy yelled at the giant pylon before looking at us.
“B-blake?” I asked. He was the guy that helped us yesterday, but why was he here!
“Eva?” Bab asked, but Blake didn't understand she said.
“Where is she!” I heard a voice say again and realized it was coming from the pylon staring us down!
“Wait, is that thing talking???” I asked now a little freaked out.
“I'm so sorry, but Eva here said she smelled her sister on me and has been going crazy ever since,” Blake told us which still made no sense.
“Eva, is that really you?” Bab asked as she started to walk closer to the monster.
“Bab, what are you doing?” I asked and tried to grab her away from it but stopped when Blake grabbed my arm.
“Bab?” the monster said as it began sniffing her. For a moment I was beyond terrified. This thing could swallow her whole! Then I noticed the beast started to shrink.
Its body shrank and morphed until the only thing left was a naked woman kneeling down in front of Bab.
“SISSY!!!!!” the women screamed and immediately began to hug and squeeze Bab.
“EVA YOU’RE KILLING ME!” Bab screamed and Eva dropped her.
“Why are you talking funny? And why are you so small?” Eva asked as she knelt down to look at Bab.
“Ok, can someone please explain what's going on!” I yelled.
“I'll explain everything, but first I think Eva and you should change,” Black said as he tossed Eva some clothing and I realized I was still in my piss soaked pants.
“Now I'm not the only one with accidents.” Bab commented with a sly smile.
After a few minutes Eva was dressed, and I was in new pants. We formed a bond so they could understand Bab and soon we all sat down ready to hear what was going on.
“Okay Bab, is she really your sister?” I asked Bab who was sitting right next to Eva.
Just by looking at them the resemblance was uncanny. Eva looked like an around 20-year-old version of Bab. Only with very long, dark shaggy hair.
“This is Eva Tusa, my youngest sister,” Bab told me.
“Hi, Bab’s friend,” Eva said as she gave me a wave and a smile.
“It's nice to meet you. I'm Alex.” I greet her and something popped into my head. “How many sisters do you have?” I asked Bab.
“8” Bab said bluntly “we don't see much of each other.
I was stunned, I wasn't expecting that many.
“Eva you never told me you had sisters.” Blake chimed in.
“I don't see them a lot, so they didn't cross my mind,” Eva told him with a smile.
“Eva is a bit simple like that. When she was a little girl, she would keep running off into the wild for days on end only to return and act like nothing happened.” Bab told us.
“Big sisters were always so strict! I just wanted to play!” Eva replied.
Just by watching Eva and Bab I couldn't help but think their minds were in the wrong body.
“Anyway Eva, why are you with a human?” Bab asked her. I just looked at her wondering what she meant by that.
“Because he’s my master know!” Eva cheered happily.
All eyes were on Blake as he facepalmed himself.
“Eva how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that!” Blake told her. “Look it's a long and weird story.”
“You tell yours, and we’ll tell ours,” I tell him as I point at Bab who also wanted to know why her little sister just called him master.
Blake just signed.
“2 years ago I had just joined a guild known as Pyāratā. It wasn't the biggest or the strongest, but they were decent. One day we got word of a new monster appearing in the mountains and forcing a lot of monsters away. This was hurting a lot of people who had villages below the mountains, so we were sent to kill it. To make a long battle short, we were decimated. None of us stood a chance against it. It finally came down to 4 other people and me as we lead the monster to a cliff. With no other way to kill it, we tried to have it fall off the cliff with us. Somehow it worked, and we all fell with the monster. I was knocked out for a few hours but when I woke up my curse was about to kill me. Frantically I searched for someone, anyone to quickly form a bond with. At the time I was so out of it, I didn't question why the monster was gone. Nor did I question that all my friends were dead and the only person still breathing was an unconscious naked girl. I just took a bracelet off of one of my dead comrades and formed a bond with the unconscious women to save my life.” Blake told us.
Blake then took a drink of water and continued.
“When the bond was made however it went weird. The bracelet couldn't tell if she was human or beast. Because of that my class was forcefully changed to a tamer class, and Eva was recognized as my pet.” he explained.
“Wait is that even possible?” I asked.
“My sisters and I are part monster. However, Eva was born a 3/4th monster.” Bab told us. “Because of that, the bracelet must have gotten confused since she is one of a kind. It must have activated the bond for the human part and compromised the monster part by turning Blake into a Tamer.”
“Yep! And he’s been my master ever since!” Eva said as she got up and sat next to blake as she rubbed her head on his shoulder until he pets her head.
“It's been a long journey. We hated each other for a long time. I blamed Eva for the deaths of all my comrades, and She didn't want to be tamed. Luckily she couldn't hurt me without being hurt herself, and because I feared what she would do if we unbonded I couldn't risk breaking the curse. Eventually, we both learned that she was only protecting herself and that she was hurting others by forcing other monsters away. after a while, we eventually grew to like each other.” Blake explained.
“Your turn now,” Eva told Bab and me.
So we told them most of what happened. Such as how we met and our journey thus far but Bab refused to tell Blake what happened to her. Instead, she asked to speak with Eva about it in private.
“Don't take it the wrong way, I've been with her for a while and only just learned her secret yesterday,” I told Blake as the girls walked out of earshot.
“It's fine. Hey can I ask you something?” Blake asked.
“Go ahead,” I replied.
“Are all witches hard to handle or is it just mine?” he asked.
“Funny, I was going to ask the same thing,” I tell him, and we both busted out laughing at the situation we were in.
A bit further away Bab finished telling Eva the rest of the story.
“But why would she do that?” Eva asked Bab.
“I don't know. But I want you to keep an eye out for her. If you see her then just run away. If you see any of our other sisters, please tell them that as well.” Bab told her sister with a stern look. “And don't tell anyone else, not even Blake.”
After their talk was over, they sat back down with us and another question popped into my head.
“How did you guys find us?” I asked.
“I tracked your scent!” Eva exclaimed proudly.
“After I finished helping you guys I went back to looking for Eva. Because of the festival, she got so excited that she began chasing the pylons and I lost her. When I found her, she smelt Bab’s scent on me from when I carried her. Eva then began rushing all over town following her scent and causing mayhem. She even broke into someone's tailor shop and trashed the place looking for Bab.”
“That was most likely Frans shop,” I told him. “We'll have to apologize to her if we ever get the chance.”
“Yeah, we're going to have to apologize for that later too. After that, Eva went to the inn you both were staying at and found something.” Blake told us and just now remembered to reach into his storage and pull out a Bab’s pink backpack.
“Wait how?” I asked. The inn was supposed to have some type of magic that prevented anyone that wasn't the owners to take stuff out of the inn.
“Eva can cancel out magic,” Blake explained as he handed the bag to Bab who thanked him hugely for it.
“Ok, what exactly is Eva?” I asked. The more I thought about it, the more her powers seemed different from Bab.
“Eva is different from my sisters and me. My other sisters and I are masters at controlling the element we were born with. However, because she was born more monster, she doesn't have elemental magic. She instead was born with what we call beast magic. She is able to transform into any monster she wants and can cancel out any magic that isn't elemental like the inn’s” Bab explained.
I was utterly amazed. I wanted to ask a few more questions but noticed Eva sniffing the air and moved closer to Bab.
“Sissy, why do you stink?” Eva asked and giggled. Bab’s face flushed red as she didn't notice she messed her diaper. “You smell really bad.”
“Eva.” Blake said as he gave her a light tap on her head. “you're not one to talk. It took me a year and a half just to get you potty trained and out of diapers yourself.”
“But that's not my fault! I barely used a toilet before then!” Eva told us, and we laughed.
So after giving Bab another diaper change, I wanted to ask some more stuff, but it was time for Blake and Eva to leave.
“Master do we have to goooo?” Eva whined.
“Yes Eva, we were supposed to meet someone for a job back at pa'a yesterday. We need to go back and do our job.” Blake told her.
“But I want to play with tiny Bab!” Eva whined more.
“Don't call me tiny!” Bab told Eva sternly.
“Eva, Bab and I will be in Parïtet for a while. So how about when your job is done you meet us there.” I suggested.
This immediately perked Eva up as she ran over to give me a thank you hug. Nearly killing me again in the process!
It's here we said our goodbyes as Eva stripped naked and turned into another monster. This one looking more like an ox. Blake got on top of her and set off to do the job he was hired for,
“That was a bit unexpected,” I told Bab as we continued our own journey.
“Yeah, I really wasn't expecting to see Eva.” Bab told me,
“I was shocked when she turned out to be that scary monster,” I commented.
“Ya and you peed your pants.” Bab reminded me. “I think you might need diapers too.”
“I'll let you have that one. But if you bring that up again I'll shove another slime down your diaper,” I told her and Bab immediately went quiet.
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A butler walks into a room where a boy sits at a table looking over a mountain of paperwork.
“Report.” the boy tells his butler.
“The Adventurer you hired could not make it yesterday or today. Based on a note he sent, he should be here by tomorrow.” the butler told him.
“And of my older brother?” the boy asked.
“He has a matter to attend to at the moment but has agreed to meet you there.” the butler told him.
“Let them know I will be ready to depart pa'a in one week for Parïtet.” the boy told his butler.
“Yes prince Lauren.” the butler told him before bowing and leaving the prince to his work. |
chapter 12
We finally reached Parïtet late at night.
Bab was strapped to my back and passed out. I could feel two wet spots on my back. The first was her head drooling on my shirt. The other was where her diaper leaked onto my back...
I knew her diaper was full a few hours ago and I probably should have changed her then, but 3 things stopped me. First Bab was fast asleep, and I didn't want to wake her. Second I saw the lights of the kingdom and guessed it was only a few hours away, and lastly, I knew if I stopped then I wouldn't be able to move again for a while.
I didn't even care that I got a few strange looks from people walking around at night. Staring at a guy carrying a kid on his back with a huge wet spot just below where she was.
All I wanted to do was go to an inn and pass out.
Once I got the room, and a few more stares, I finally was able to set Bab down and relax a moment. I really just wanted to go to sleep at that moment, but I knew I couldn't leave Bab still all strapped up. So I slowly got her out of the harness and onto the bed.
Bab’s skirt and shorts were soaked, so I took them off along with her wet diaper before gently getting her clean. Being careful as to not wake her up. After getting her taped into a fresh diaper, I scooted her over and under the blankets before placing her pacifier into her mouth.
Now I was too tired to even bother with the sleeping bag and just got in the bed with Bab. We already slept in the same sleeping bag yesterday. Sharing a bed tonight won't kill us. I blew out the candle and went straight to sleep.
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I awoke when a small hand smack me in the face. Bab was sprawled out on the Bed, and she accidentally slapped me. Yesterday the sleeping bag kept her wrapped up so that she couldn't sprawl out.
Just then she rolled over onto her side and hit me again with her other hand. I knew I had to do something or else she was going to kick my ass in her sleep. So I gently moved her to a position where I could wrap my arm around her and keep her in one spot, hopefully.
For a moment I look at the sleeping girl. Her pacifier moving slightly, either from her sucking on it or chewing on it. Either way she looked cute like this. It's here I finally came up with a punishment for her. I smile at her and give her a goodnight kiss on her forehead before I fall back asleep.
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When I finally woke up I was looking at Bab who was wide awake and staring at me. Her face was slightly blushing with the pacifier still in her mouth.
“Good morning.” I said before Bab pushed me off the bed. “HEY!”
“You scared the hell out of me!” Bab yelled as she popped the pacifier out of her mouth. “I wake up to your face in front of me!”
I didn't even get the chance to explain as Bab got out of bed and walked to the Bathroom, her soggy diaper hanging low, as she went to take a shower.
I wanted to get mad at her but decided to let it go. I would probably freak out too if I went to sleep and woke up to someone's face in front of me. But with Bab in the shower for the moment I got her punishment ready.
About 15 minutes later I heard Bab yell at me asking why only a towel and one of her t-shirts were in the storage.
“Just put it on and come out,” I tell her.
Confused she does as she’s told and comes out wearing a t-shirt with her blond hair still a little wet and her towel wrapped around her waist.
I had her get on the bed for a new diaper. I rubbed some Baby oil I got not too long ago before adding the Baby powder and finally the diaper. When Bab tried to get up however I pushed her Back down before taping another diaper over the first.
“Wait, why are you putting two on me!” Bab cried out in confusion.
“This is your punishment,” I told Bab before grabbing a skirt and putting it on her.
“What do you mean?” Bab asked as I helped her off the bed and had her walk around a bit.
She was not used to the extra padding and made her waddle slightly, but she was still able to walk nicely. Her skirt, however, was small. Just barely covering her diapers. She tried to pull them down lower, but that would reveal the top of the diaper.
“I might have forgiven you for scaring the shit out of me not too long ago, but I still think bad kids deserved to be punished,” I tell Bab.
“But I'm not a kid!” she shouted at me. But I just shoved her pacifier into her mouth to hush her up.
“At this moment that's irrelevant. Now I'll make you a deal right now. If you're good for the day, I'll get you something nice. If your bad, however, your punishment will be far worse.” I tell her before grabbing our jackets and placing them in storage for later.
I then opened the door to our room and gestured for her to follow. Bab just stared at me, she thought this had to be some type of joke. There's no way I would take her outside wearing a skirt so short that her diaper might show. But I was serious as I walked over and took her hand.
“Come on little girl, today your punishment is to be treated like the child you act like,” I tell her as I give her a slight smile and drug her out the door.
“Pwez no!” Bab said with the pacifier still in her mouth as she grabbed the door frame to keep herself from leaving.
“Bab, this will be your only warning, I still have stuff to do today in town. So you can be a good girl and come with me, or I can carry you over my shoulder kicking and screaming with your thick diapered butt on full view of everyone.” I tell her as I pull the pacifier out of her mouth with a slight pop and place it in storage with the rest of the goodies I have for Bab.
“But, but…” Bab began to say. Her face bright red and little tears started to form.
“I'll count to 4, if your hands are not away from that door frame you'll be over my shoulder,” I tell her.
I didn't even count as she let go just from the threat.
“Good girl,” I tell her before rubbing her head and grabbing her hand again.
“You don't have to hold my hand,” Bab mumbled but dared not to let go for fear I would make good on my promise.
The first thing we did was go get breakfast. A waitress commented how cute Bab looked causing her to blush more as we sat at the table. After filling up with eggs, sausage and toast I took Bab back to the room for a moment for a bottle of milk before we left the inn.
Bab hated being seen in public like this. A short skirt, and holding my hand. Over and over people commented how cute she looked or how delightful it was to see a dad take his daughter for a walk with him. That one even I got embarrassed about.
After looking around a bit, we found a weapons shop where I spent 40 silver on a new sword. It was C rank, but it was nice, just not as good as my old one.
Next came buying some supplies, such as a mat for Bab at night. Some food for later, and I got myself a few new shirts since Bab ruined one of them last night. But I won't tell her that.
Lastly, however, came the diapers. This time I let go of Bab’s hand and gave her the biggest box of diapers they had. She nearly burst into tears when the clerk asked her if they were for her.
“No, I Babysit a lot, and my supply was running low. She’s just embarrassed because I had her carry the box while my arms are full.” I tell the clerk cheering Bab up that I wouldn't expose her secret that way.
Punishments are one thing, public humiliation is another.
Once the supplies were in storage again, I retook Bab's hand, and we walked around town for a bit.
The streets were crowded now, and it made walking around a lot harder. I'm actually glad I had Bab hold my hand or else I might have lost her in the crowd.
Our final destination was to look at a few accessories for us. I was hoping to find something to increase my defense but had no such luck here. Bab, on the other hand, did see a red cape and hood, it looked like something from ‘Little red riding hood.' But it gave a slight defense buff and would look decent with her adventure outfit. So I got it for her.
By now it was time for lunch, but Bab stopped me. Her hand still in mine as she grabbed the front of her skirt.
“Whats wrong?” I asked.
“I'm wet,” she told me as she looked down ashamed.
“Don't worry, that's what the double diaper is for,” I tell her. thanks to the extra padding the diaper didn't sag under the skirt.
Bab was even more embarrassed than before as she was scared someone might notice the wet diaper at any moment and repeatedly asked me to change her. Until finally she got annoying.
“Ok Bab. Here's a deal. You can spend a few more hours in that diaper, or you can pop your pacifier into your mouth and walk all the way back to the inn right now for one.” I told her.
Tearfully she picked to stay in them.
After a nice lunch, we continued to walk around town for a while until we found a park. Unlike Pa'a which was just one big city. Parïtet was on the side of a cliff with its walls protecting the cliff. It even cut off part of the forest making a few pleasant parks to walk inside the city where monsters weren't around.
So Bab and I took our walk to the park. We didn't see anyone at all as we followed the trails. Finally, at the end of the path we were on we found an old bench looking over a cliff and out to sea.
The water sparkled as the sunlight hit it. The sound of crashing waves echoed down below us. It looked like a great spot to just sit down and relax.
We decided here was the perfect spot to take a rest as I sat down on the bench. When Bab tried to sit on the bench, however, I grabbed her and sat her down on my lap.
“Alex, please stop,” Bab told me as she squirmed.
“Nope, this is the perfect spot for a little girl like you,” I tell her. Making Bab slightly mad until I pull out an apple for us to snack on.
I used my knife to cut off slices and feed them to Bab. Continually calling her a good girl as I did. When we were done with the apple, I took out Babs bottle and tried to give it to her.
“No, Alex. I'm sorry for what I did. Just please stop treating me like a little girl!” Bab cried out, but I still stuck the bottle into her mouth.
She didn't want to, but she didn't drink anything during lunch, and she was thirsty, so reluctantly she began to drink from the bottle.
I moved Bab into a slightly different position to where she was laying on me like a real Baby as I gave her her bottle.
“You're a good girl Bab,” I tell her when the bottle is emptied, and I replace it with Bab’s pacifier before rocking her slowly.
Bab wanted to protest, she wanted to spit the pacifier out and get off of me, but just like an infant, she grew drowsy.
“Shoosh, little girl, I got you,” I whispered to her as I watched her eyes grow heavy, he tried to say something to me, but she fell asleep before she could finish. “Good girl.”
I gently rocked her for a moment before i pulled out a book and started to read.
I don't know how long I stayed there on the bench with Bab sleeping in my arms. But once the air around me began to stink I knew she had just messed her diaper.
Slowly I picked Bab up and had her resting on my shoulder. Next, I grabbed out my jacket and threw it over her like a blanket and used the hood to hide her face so no one would see her diaper or pacifier.
Bab slept through the entire walk through the park. On the way back I did pass a couple who stopped me.
"excuse me, but by any chance do you know were an old bench around here might be?" the guy whispered seeing the covered girl in my arms.
"yes, just follow this path, it's about a 10-minute walk from here," I whispered back.
"it's so cute to see kids fall asleep like that," the women said, "they look so peaceful."
"ya, but only when they're asleep, otherwise they can be a handful," I tell them as I gave Bab's diaper a slight pat.
we said our goodbyes as I made my way out of the forest.
I only woke Bab up when we got to the edge of the trees and asked her to walk the rest of the way back.
She was a little groggy from the nap but complied. I took the pacifier out of her mouth and began to walk when I noticed the diaper was now sagging below the skirt. I quickly threw my jacket over her to cover it up.
Hand in hand she walked beside me as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
The thick diaper helped cover the smell and add my jacket wrapped around that you couldn't really smell her as we went to dinner that night.
The entire time I watched the girl squirm in her dirty diaper. Always thinking someone would smell her, or somehow notice the thick messy diaper. But no one did.
Once we were done, we headed back up the stairs to our room when I stopped. Bab was slightly ahead of me while I was on the stares. From this height, she was the same height as me.
“Bab there's something I forgot. Would you like to go with me or go back to the room?” I asked.
“Back to the room please,” she told me, just wanting to get out of view of anyone and hopefully out of the diaper soon.
“Ok, you go to the room and sit on the bed. I'll be back in a minute.” I tell her. “But first.”
I then grabbed Babs skirt and pulled it down. She was so surprised that I did that she forgot to even scream or hit me as she tried to cover her diaper to no avail.
“The doors unlocked,” I tell her as I walk away with her skirt in hand as I heard her run down the hall and heard a door slam.
I just giggled to myself as I shoved the skirt onto storage and walked to a store.
I wasn't gone 15 minutes when I returned to the room to see Bab sitting on the bed. Her lip quivering as she tried not to cry after what I did.
“I hate you!” she yelled at me.
“No one was there, I knew you would be fine,” I tell her.
Bab then layed down and without asking I got her out of the filthy diaper.
“Bab, I have a question for you. Have you been a good girl today?” I asked her as I began to get her clean.
Bab said nothing but did nod her head yes.
“Yes, you were. So for being a good girl, I got you this.” I tell her as I pulled out a teddy bear and set it on Baby's chest as I grabbed a new diaper and got Bab taped up.
Bab just stared at the toy for a moment before she busted out laughing.
“All that embarrassment, for a toy?” Bab asked while laughing as the tears she was holding back earlier came out.
“No the embarrassment was for scaring me, the toy was for being good,” I told her as I sat down next to her and pet her head. “Next time will be far worse.”
Hopefully, now she will have learned her lesson and won't have to have me do anything worse than this.
Alexander March
Stats- lv12
HP-80 (+4)
Attack-39 (+3)
Defence-35 (+5)
Speed-46 (+2)
Regen-8 (+1)
Manna-36
class-hunter
Skills-beast vision
Weapons- sword (C)
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv20
HP-53 (+20)
Attack-10
Defence-11 (+45)
Speed-10 (+9)
Regen-11 (+3)
Manna-169
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Money ----
gold 4)
silver 4)
bronze 11)
copper 22)
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The couple I had passed earlier looked over the cliff by the old bench, looking down at the waters below. It was dark now as they finished getting their supplies ready.
“You know how dangerous this is right?” the woman asked.
“Aeva you know what we're heading for. If we don't get this done our plan will be for nothing.” the guy said before jumping off the edge.
“Master Chet you're going to be the death of us all one day,” Aeva said as she followed behind him. |
chapter 13
For the next two days, Bab and I spent a lot of time not only on jobs but on ways to get ourselves stronger.
Looking back, the last few days have entirely shown just how weak we really are. Falling from that cliff was the only thing that saved us from Enedina and Alan. If I want to get my sword back, then I will have to get a lot stronger for it.
Bab, on the other hand, wants to get revenge on them for not only nearly killing us, but also for what that prince did to her.
One thing I've been trying to focus on is strengthening my ice magic. So far the spells I know are very basic and need a lot of improvements.
So far the best way I've found to improve my magic is to use them on a giant turtle monster. They’re the size of a fucking car with crazy high defense, But slow as well. So I've just been hitting the beast with all my magic to improve it. Such as throwing ice shards at it, making the ice gauntlet and ice breath. All of which I have developed slightly.
For starters, I learned that by concentrating on making the ice gauntlet was still hard as hell for some reason, but using that with ice breath like before I can get a thinner version that is still as good and even allows for better movement. Next, I'm also now able to make larger ice sherds, and my aim at throwing them is getting a lot better.
This gave me a question that I should ask Bab about.
But Bab was busy with her own training. Just as I learned I needed to get a lot stronger, Bab finally decided that in her current state she couldn't rely on her regular high bolt attacks anymore. A lot of her magic consumes a lot of manna, and not all of them will go down on the first hit.
By the end of the day, we got a little stronger.
Alexander March
Stats- lv14
HP-85 (+4)
Attack-43 (+3)
Defence-39 (+5)
Speed-48 (+2)
Regen-8 (+1)
Manna-40
class-hunter
Skills-beast vision
Weapons- sword (C)
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv21
HP-54 (+20)
Attack-10
Defence-11 (+45)
Speed-11 (+9)
Regen-11 (+3)
Manna-176
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Money ----
gold 4)
silver 14)
bronze 51)
copper 28)
We’ve also learned of a few new monsters that we hadn't seen before. Such as the giant turtle, giant centipedes, gremlins (they look like hairless monkeys to me), and even more beasts than I've seen before.
As soon as we get back to the city, Bab immediately takes my hand. The day after Bab’s punishment we went back into town, and we lost each other in the crowd within 5 minutes. It took us an hour just to find each other so now we hold onto each other while in the city.
Today there was a lot of buzz around the city. Something about a princess? I really didn't care, and neither did Bab. We just walked through town until we got to a restaurant to have lunch. Not noticing we were being followed for a while.
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“What do you think?” one of the 3 women asked as they sit at a table away from Bab and me.
“She looks about the right size. Maybe a little shorter then I would like, but we can't be picky about it.” another said.
“The problem is the guy, do you really think he would let his daughter do this?” the third woman asked.
“At this point, we might not have the option. We're running out of time.” the first women said.
“Ok I'll go talk to them.” the second one said as she left the table.
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Bab and I were in the middle of eating our lunch when a cute woman came up to our table. She was probably in her early 20’s with lovely red hair.
“Excuse me, but may I take a moment of your time?” she asked.
“Yes?” I ask
“My friends and I would like you and your daughter to please come with us.” the women told me and gestured over to another table where 2 other women were sitting.
“I'm sorry but why?” I asked ignoring the daughter comment, too much of a hassle to correct people.
“We are from the royal guard, and we would like to have a word with you,” she told us.
I looked over at Bab who was most likely thinking the same thing I was.
“Have we done something wrong?” I asked not knowing if this has something to do with the prince or not.
“Not that I'm aware of, we would just like to talk,” she told us.
“I'm sorry, but I would like to decline,” I tell her, hoping that would be the end of it.
“This wasn't a choice. Now either come with us or be detained,” she told us with a little sharper voice.
With no other option, I looked over at Bab who practically read my mind.
“FROST!” I yelled and blasted the women with ice, blinding her as Bab and I jumped from our table and ran.
Everyone in the restaurant was surprised and started yelling, for a moment they didn't know what had happened. By the time the other 2 women got up and helped their friend, Bab and I were already running down the block.
When I looked back, I saw two of the women chasing us with the one who was talking to us jumping to the rooftops using wind magic.
“Any ideas Bab?” I asked as I grabbed and threw her over my shoulder. Her tiny body can't keep up, so this was faster.
“Not really!” she told me as she raised her arm to fire electricity but realized there were too many people still around. “We need to find a way out of here!”
“How!” I asked shoving people out of our way.
“Get to the park! There are fewer people, and if we can somehow get past them we can circle back and make a break out of the city!” Bab yelled.
For a kid, she had a good idea.
It was hard running through the crowd of people, but we eventually made it to the park where I put Bab down and looked back at the three women still chasing us.
“You know I always wondered what it would be like to be chased by multiple women, not as fun as I thought it would be.” I say out loud before looking down at Bab. “Okay I want you to run to the old bench we went to yesterday and wait for me there.”
“What? No way! There's no way you can take on three at once!” Bab told me as I pulled out my sword.
“I'm not, I'm giving you a head start,” I tell her.
With no choice, she started running just as the three women stopped about a hundred feet away from me to pull out their weapons.
“You are hereby under arrest for assaulting a royal guard.” the black short-haired women wielding a katana told me.
“Honestly blasting her with ice has probably been the least worst thing I've done this week,” I tell them as I make a few ice shards in my hand.
“This is your last warning, put your sword down and come quietly or we will be forced to take you down.” the blond girl with a sword told me.
“Yeah, no,” I tell them before I throw my shards at them.
The katana chick swung her sword and a wall of ice appeared to take my attack.
“Nice, Lexi!” the girl I blasted earlier yelled as she used her wind magic to jump into the air and over the wall wielding a long-bladed sword the same height she was.
I had to quickly block her sword with mine, the force of that would surely have killed me otherwise.
“Now Lizzie!” the women yelled as the girl with the sword was at my side and about to strike me down.
But before her attack could hit a bolt of electricity blasted her away.
“Lizzie!” Lexi yelled as she ran over to check on her friend.
“Ice breath!” I yelled taking advantage of the situation and blinding the girl with the long blade again and kicked her away.
I then turned and watch Bab run into the woods as I ran in a different direction. Hoping the guards will follow me. If they do, I can make a quick turn back to Bab and grab her to leave.
“Gale winds!” I heard the wind women yell when suddenly wind picked me up and threw me into a tree.
“I am Alisha, a soldier of Parïtet, and on my pride, you shall not escape.” the wind chick told me as I got back up.
As I looked over I saw it was only her, the other two must be going after Bab.
“Shit.” I say out loud and pull out my sword. “if we're doing introductions I'm Alexander, a man trying to survive, and I'm not going to be stopped like this.”
Alisha just stared at me, both hands on her sword. Ready to strike me down at a moment's notice. I really didn't have the time to stay and fight. However, it was my only option now. Even if I tried to run she would just hit me with another wind attack and take me out that way.
“Gale wind!” Alisha yelled as she raised her sword up. Her wind magic circling all around it before slashing it down and hauling the wind attack at me again.
This time I was able to jump out of the way as the attack hit the tree behind me and knocking it over.
I decided to just charge at her and hope for the best as she raised her sword again. This attack, however, did hit me and sent me flying back yet again, luckily I didn't hit a tree this time.
“Just give up,” Alisha told me. “You're not going to beat me.”
She had a point, even if I did try to attack her she still has much more powerful attacks. I was only able to attack her by surprise, and now the only way I'll be able to get past her is if I somehow can stop her. That's when I had a thought that might work.
I immediately jumped up and charged again. Alisha continued to try and blow me away still, but I kept dodging out of the way.
“You're getting annoying!” she yelled and finally charged at me herself when I was getting too close.
She swung her sword down just as she did before, expecting me to block her sword again. But I didn't. Instead, I jumped out of her way and dropped my sword.
“TUNDRA!” I yelled as I tried to copy what the ice chick did with her katana. I had to use both my hands pointed at her and blasted her with all my ice magic. Alisha let go of her sword and raised her hands to block my attack which ended up freezing her arms together.
With my amount of magic, I guess that's the best I could do as I then shoved her to the ground. As Alisha trashed and cursed trying to get free of the ice and to stand back up, I grabbed my sword and ran. Hoping that she would be down for at least a few minutes.
But I didn't make it too far when I tripped over something and fell on my face.
“Well, if it isn't my friend Alex,” I heard a familiar voice say. “Long time no see.”
Looking up I saw Noah walking over to me.
“Noah!” I yelled excited to see an old friend.
He reached out a hand to help me up, but the moment I took it he placed something on my wrist.
“Sorry Alex, but you're under arrest,” Noah told me.
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I was thrown into a cell not long after that, My hands cuffed. soon after that, I saw Sherry carrying a pissed off Bab under her arm. She was thrashing and yelling at Sherry as she threw Bab in with me.
“Ok, so from what Alisha has told me, they asked to talk to you, and you assaulted them and tried to run, why?” Noah asked us through the bars of our cell.
So we told them how I hit a royal family member, how their guards tried to kill us, how we thought that since they were royal guards, they must have known and wanted to finish off the job.
Noah, Sherry, and the three royal guards all stared at us.
“We had no idea about any of that,” Lizzie told us.
“We just wanted to talk about a job proposal,” Lizzie commented.
“Wait you guys were the thug and the mentally-disabled kid that attacked a prince of Pa'a?” Sherry asked.
“We haven't seen you two in a while, and this is the amount of trouble you guys get into?” Noah asked. “By the way, what happened to my sword?”
After telling him I lost it, Noah threw a rock at my head...
“That was a rare sword! And you even lost it after it transformed!” Noah yelled at me and continued too rant for about 10 minutes.
“Well, it looks like you both done goofed,” Sherry told us before turning to the girls. “By the way what was the job you wanted them to do? Shouldn't you three be with Lord Elroy right now?”
“Lord Elroy asked us to look for a specific child for a special job,” Alisha told her.
“What type of job would need Bab?” I asked.
Before they could tell us a Man and kid walked into the room. Noah, Sherry, and the three royal guards all shot up and bowed down to them.
The man was tall and had short black hair and a clean shave, the kid was a girl with long blond hair and in a beautiful dress.
“I think it would be best if I explained from here.” the man commented. “Noah and sherry, You both stay here. The rest of you, please wait for us outside.”
“Yes lord Elroy!” the three royal guards said in unison before leaving.
“Great, another royal,” Bab mumbles to herself.
“I am sorry for all the confusion,” Elroy said before giving a slight bow.
“What do you want with us?” I asked.
“Not really you. But the girl. We would like to ask her to help us.” Elroy said and gestured to the girl beside him. “This is princess Ramonita, and she would like the girl's help.”
The Princes was not much taller than Bab, my guess about 11 or 12. She also had a serious expression on her face.
“And what would she want with Bab exactly?” I asked.
“We are to meet with a member of the royal family of Pa'a in a few days. But we have gotten word that someone is planning on attacking both members of the royal family. So as a precaution we would like to ask Bab to take Ramonita’s place on our travel until we can get the royal family members to a safe place to meet.” Elroy explained.
“No,” Bab told them.
“Po?” Elroy asked in confusion.
“She said no,” I tell them.
“Might I ask why?” Elroy asked.
“Well for starters, we're kinda stuck together,” I tell them as Bab and I raised our bracelets. “Next we don't like Pa'a royalty. And lastly, your plan has a big problem, if Bab takes her place how will the princess get there?”
“All good questions. First, let's start with the bond. As members of the royal family, they are all given a special item that can break the curse of the bracelets.” Elroy told us as the princess pulled out a small necklace. Attached to it was a vial so small it probably only had a drop of whatever was in it.
“This is a phoenix tear. Its powers allow for the spell of the bracelets to be broken.” the princess told us finally speaking for the first time.
“As for meeting the royal family member, you won't have to worry. We are merely meeting them in a special location. We only want Bab to travel to the destination and act as a decoy should the princess be attacked.” Elroy told us.
“That's another thing I'm worried about,” I tell them.
“Don't you worry, she will be in the best of care with our royal guards around. This is just a worst case scenario.” Elroy told us.
“Bab will be safe with us,” Noah told me.
“But aren't you both just knights?” Bab asked, and I translated.
“Right we never told you, did we? we are actually the heads of the royal guard of Parïtet.” Sherry told us. “We had just finished a mission and were on our way back to Parïtet when we ran into you guys.”
“But your weapons, they weren't much better than the one I have now,” I commented.
“That's because we were testing out new weapons at the time. You don't just pick up an A class weapon and just start using it without practice.” Noah told us. “Heck I was about to pull out my better weapons to take on the boss when you two killed it.”
Now that I think about it, Sherry didn't even have a scratch on her when she fought those bandits, and how would someone like Noah get such a rare sword?
“As for the princess, one of our royal guards will escort her on a different path leading to our destination,” Elroy told us.
“Excuse me, sir, if I may?” Sherry spoke up upon hearing this. “I don't think that would be such a good idea.”
“Why is that?” Elroy asked.
“All of the royal guards around here are well known. The moment anyone sees one of them with someone that looks like royalty everyone will be talking about it.” Sherry explained.
“Even if they left at night, if just one person saw them then it would be all for nothing.” Noah chimed in.
“See, even your royal guards think it's a bad idea,” I tell them and Bab nodded in agreement.
“Not exactly,” Noah told me. “I only said that if she went with a royal guard there would be problems. I suggest we have Alex here take her.”
“No, he is unknown and inexperienced. The princes wouldn't be safe with him.” Elroy told them.
“I actually agree, Bab is one thing, a princess is completely different!” I tell them.
“But that is exactly why I think Alex is a better solution. No one would think we would trust someone so inexperienced with the protection of a princess. Plus while he wouldn't have defeated Alisha if she was going all out he did hold his own against her.” Noah pointed out.
“And it's not like he doesn't already travel with a kid in the first place.” sherry brought up.
“I agree with them,” Ramonita told us. “That might be the best plan we can use on such short notice.”
“Again, I said no!” I yelled, and all eyes were on me. “One: you're putting Bab in danger on a what-if scenario. Two: I'm not qualified to take care of royalty, and three: we want nothing to do with Pa'a!” I yelled.
“We would gladly give you any compensation you could want for your services,” Ramonita told us.
“I think we should do it,” Bab said, and my head spun around to look at her.
“WHAT!”I yelled. “You can't be serious right?”
“The job does sound risky, but a reward like that could help us out later.” Bab told me.
‘What is she saying’ Elroy asked Noah who shrugged.
“Can we have a moment to speak in private?” I asked everyone else.
“Yes, we will return in 15 minutes for an answer.” Ramonita told us before they left, leaving Bab and me alone.
“Bab, do you even know the risks? By doing this not only will you be in danger but you will also have to reveal your secret to them.” I told her.
“I know, and if it means getting closer to our goal I think I can suck up my pride,” she told me.
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Once the 15 minutes were up, they came back into the room to hear our decision.
“After thinking it over, we finally decided on doing it,” I tell them.
“That is great,” Noah said.
“But first we have 3 conditions,” I told them. “First: Sherry must be with Bab at all times.”
“Why me?” sherry asked confused.
I look at Bab who is already blushing but lifts up her skirt to reveal her secret. About her need for diapers and her hands. Out of everyone, Sherry is the only person in their group who Bab would trust to change her diaper.
“Under these circumstances, it shall be,” Elroy told us.
“W-wait but I… Okay fine.” Sherry said a little flustered herself. Unknown to us, she didn't know how to change a diaper...
“Next, the princes must form a bond with me,” I tell them,
“No, your job will be to keep her safe, you do not need to have her form a bond,” Elroy told me.
“Correction, my job is to keep Bab safe, and after what we went through with Pa'a royalty I want insurance that Bab will stay safe,” I tell them.
“Elroy it is fine, it will only be for a few days. It won't be a problem.” Ramonita tells Elroy who has to follow what she said. “What is your final condition?”
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Not long later I saw Bab and Sherry walk out of the cell room. Bab was now in the princess's dress and looked almost identical to Ramonita. The dress was slightly big for her but still fit nicely, well except for the chest part.
Waddling behind them was Ramonita in Babs adventure outfit and diaper. Bab’s final condition was if they were trading places then the princes must also wear diapers just like Bab. It was something Bab wouldn't take no for an answer.
“Bab I want you to be good and stay safe,” I told her.
“U gurr Cryf, urr kyy eoi up c xyg zcek” Bab said with a smile.
Without the bond, I can't understand her, but I think I understood what she said when she had me crouch down so she could give me a hug.
I then watched as she and Elroy got into a carriage and drove off.
“Since Bab isn't here I'll tell you this now. You only have to wear them, not use them if you don't want to.” I tell her.
She just ignored me and tried her hardest to walk without waddling.
“These are going to be a long few days,” I whisper to myself.
Alexander March
Stats- lv14
HP-85 (+4)
Attack-43 (+3)
Defence-39 (+5)
Speed-48 (+2)
Regen-8 (+1)
Manna-40
class-hunter
Skills-beast vision
Weapons- sword (C)
Element-ice
partner-Ramonita Maynard
Stats- lv1
HP-35
Attack- 2
Defence- 3 (+100)
Speed- 2
Regen-1
Manna-5
class-princess
Skills-royal blood
Weapons-none
Element- dark
Money ----
gold 14)
silver 14)
bronze 51)
copper ?
***************
“Well, well, well. Looks like Elroy has a new plan” Chet said as he looked down from a roof and saw Elroy and Bab get into a carriage and ride off before Ramonita and I came out.
“Are you positive that's the real one master?” Aeva asked not able to tell the difference.
“Trust me, I've known her since she was a baby, that's definitely her,” Chet told Aeva.
“What shall we do now?” Aeva asked.
“The guy doesn't look like a royal guard, but he does look strangely familiar. Let's have Monarch test him out,” Chet said as he stared at Ramonita. |
ch 14
“How about we go shopping before we do anything else. I know Bab’s clothes are a bit tight so you might want to get something more comfortable,” I suggested to Ramonita.
She didn't say a word to me. She mostly just messed with her skirt trying to make it longer and hide the diaper she was forced to wear.
It was getting late, and there weren't as many people around so moving through town was a lot easier. I decided we needed to make 2 stops, First to get Ramonita better clothes.
Thankfully Elroy gave us 10 gold to help pay for anything we might need over the next few days.
We were in the store for about 45 minutes before Ramonita picked out 2 outfits and some pajamas. She was now wearing a yellow t-shirt with a long skirt and a jacket. She looked like a regular teen, well except for the diaper.
Next was a weapon. Unlike Bab, Ramonita can use both of her hands. In case it came down to it, she should at least have something to defend herself with. At first she didn't want to, saying that was my job, but i told her it was only for emergencies. Out of everything she only picked a dagger. Well, at least it was better than nothing.
With both errands done we went to get dinner at a small restaurant.
“Ramonita you do know you can talk to me right?” I tell her as we waited for our food.
She just sipped at her water.
I just sighed and decided to leave it alone for a while. When we get back to the room, I'll see if I can get Ramonita to talk to me.
Dinner was great, but Ramonita didn't seem to like it as much. Maybe a status type of thing. I just got her food into a doggy bag to save for later.
It was about 20 minutes later after dinner that I noticed something. Ramonita was slowing down.
“You ok?” I asked. She ignored me and tried to keep pace with me again.
We were passing another store when I saw something through the window, a Sleeping Bag. I've been hoping I could find one for a while. So far Bab and I have been taking turns using my sleeping bag while the other uses the mat and blanket.
I quickly go in, hoping to grab it before the store closed. Luckily the clerk told us we had plenty of time so I began to look for other supplies we might need.
All the while Ramonita began to grow anxious. She hasn't used the bathroom since she left her home earlier that day and hasn't seen a good time to go. She thought about going to the bathroom at the restaurant, but there were too many people, and she didn't want them seeing her carry a diaper into the bathroom. She was so focused on her need to pee she blocked out nearly everything else. She was hoping we would just go back to the hotel room fast so that she could use the toilet, but then I had to make this stop.
We walked around the store a bit until I notice Ramonita stopping and began to whisper something.
“Ramonita are you ok?” I asked and knelt down next to her.
Her face was glowing red, and sweat was starting to pour down her face. When she finally looked at me, she finally spoke.
“I have to pee,” she whispered before she grabbed her padded crotch and crossed her legs no longer trying to hide it.
“Oh shit,” I say as I try my best to lead her back to the cashier. “Excuse me, do you have a bathroom here?”
“I'm sorry, but that is for employs only.” the cashier told me.
“Can you please make an exception? my sister here really needs to pee,” I tell them as they look over to Ramonita who is now doing the peepee dance just trying to hold it in.
“I'm sorry sir, but it's store policy. We've had women sneak stuff into the bathroom and *ahem* ‘hide’ the items before leaving.” they told me.
“SHE'S 12! DO YOU THINK SHE'S GOING TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!” I yelled. I then looked back at Ramonita, there was no way she would last much longer and no way she would be able to move far like that.
So dropping all the stuff I had I picked Ramonita into my arms, ironically princess carry Style, and ran out of the store. I had no idea where another bathroom was, but we were close to the inn if she could just hold it for only a few more moments.
“We're almost there, just try to hold it a little longer!” I tell her.
Luckily someone was just leaving the inn, and I was able to slip through with her and quickly run up the stars.
I opened my door and ran Ramonita right into the bathroom. We made it!
HHHIIIISSSSSS………
I stood there, in the middle of the bathroom holding a princess right in front of a toilet were her bladder gave out and flooded her diaper in my arms and a wet patch formed around the bottom of her skirt.
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Bab wasn't really enjoying herself either. As soon as they arrived at the castle, she was rushed to the princess’ room.
Elroy had to tell all the staff that because of exceptional circumstances no one was allowed to see the princess for the next few days. He didn't want to risk anyone finding out Bab wasn't really her.
The princess’ room was large with a high ceiling. Bab looked at the bed and saw it was covered in stuffed animals.
“kvy lycrre rusyk vyl kjixxyz cpuqcrk,” Bab said out loud.
“What's that?” Sherry asked. Not understanding a word Bab said.
“pyhyl qupz,” Bab said as she shook her head.
Without the bracelet, no one could understand her. She had to give her bracelet to the princess earlier. She hoped she and sherry could form a bond so that they could talk but Elroy shot that down.
“The princess didn't have one, and if anyone saw you with one they will grow suspicious,” he told her on the way here.
“Well is there something you would like to do?” sherry asked Bab.
Sherry felt a bit awkward in this position. She never expected to be babysitting anyone in her life. Hell, she never expected to have to put a princess into a diaper in her life. Now she was in the princess' room with Bab who couldn't leave. She didn't know what to do.
“acp eoi vcpz qy qe bcasncas?” Bab asked as she pointed to her backpack that Sherry was holding onto.
Bab wasn't allowed to bring her clothes, but she did have some stuff in her backpack. Such as extra diapers, a bottle, her books and something Alex packed for her.
Bab pulled out one of her books and sat down at a table to read. She really didn't have much else to do.
“Um is there something you want me to do?” sherry asked Bab who shook her head no. “Okay then, well I'm going to talk with Noah outside. Come get me if you need anything.”
With that Sherry left the room, leaving Bab sitting at the table to read her book.
After a while, Sherry and Noah came into the room carrying trays of food. They then set them on the table and revealed them as dinner.
Steak with mashed potatoes, steamed veggies, and corn.
Both Sherry and Noah took a seat next to Bab as they began to eat their dinner and talk.
“Why aren't you eating?” Sherry asked Bab.
“u acpj iky qe vcpzk,” Bab told her and shook her hand.
“Ow right, Alex told us you couldn't use your hands. One sec I'll help you.” Sherry said as she cut up the stake and began to feed the girl.
“It must suck not being able to do that yourself,” Noah commented the obvious.
After a few minutes of eating Bab pulled out her bottle and had Sherry fill it to let Bab drink from it.
“You act just like a baby.” Sherry commented with a giggle as Bab then glared at her.
Once dinner was over Noah left as Sherry noticed a faint poor smell and looked over at Bab.
“U pyyz c avcpwy, nrycky,” bab said as she pointed to her diaper.
Sherry had a tough time with the diaper. Nearly throwing up when she untaped it. This made an already embarrassed Bab feel worse. She quickly tried to clean Bab up before taping on a new diaper.
But the diaper felt...off, somehow it just didn't feel right. But before Bab could say anything Sherry was already starting to undress Bab to put her into a nightgown.
“It's time for bed Bab. Noah and I will be right outside if you need anything.” Sherry told Bab as she helped put Bab into the massive bed before turning off the lights and leaving the room.
Bab laid in the dark with nothing but her thoughts. She hated this whole thing. She felt like she was back at the orphanage again. No one understanding her. Treating her like an infant.
She then got out of bed and using some electricity to see in the dark she went to grab her backpack and walked back to the bed. She unzipped it and pulled out the bear Alex packed for her and hugged it as she curled back up into the bed.
“u qukk Cryf,” bab said as she hugged the bear tightly looking forward to when this would all be over.
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Ramonita’s face was a mixture of shame, confusion, and sadness. It wasn't long before she was bawling her eyes out.
“Shussh its ok, you're ok. Accidents happen,” I tell Ramonita as I set the girl down on her feet. “You're fine, you're safe.”
I continued to comfort her and rub her back until she finally stopped crying.
“Are you okay now?” I asked her. She nodded yes while sniffling. “Would you like some help?”
Ramonita just looked at me in confusion.
“Do you know how to change a diaper or would you like me to?” I asked her.
She didn't know how to change a diaper as she only let sherry put one on her earlier. She wasn't paying any attention to how it was done at the time. Just embarrassed that it was happening to her. With no response I just signed.
“Come with me, we don't want you getting a rash,” I told her as I stood up and took her by the hand and took her back into the main room.
First I shut the door I left open as I ran into the bathroom earlier before laying down a changing mat on the bed.
Next, I removed Ramonita’s wet skirt. Sherry must not know how to properly tape on a diaper. Ramonita let out a slight squeal as she tried to cover the massively soaked diaper.
“You don't have to worry, I'm already used to changing Bab,” I tell her as I help her onto the changing mat. I then pull out all the supplies I had. “Ok, I want you to pay attention to what I do. This way you'll be able to do it yourself later.”
I then proceeded to un-tape the straps and unfold the soaked diaper. Ramonita face was bright red, and she tried to cover her face with her hands.
“I'm going to have you wipe yourself clean,” I tell her as I hand her the baby wiped.
Once she was done with that, I removed the diaper and put a new one under her. Then I gave her the Baby powder and had her apply it to herself while Before I showed her how to tape the diaper up.
After that, I told her to change into her pajamas while I threw away her diaper and changed in the bathroom.
When I got out, Ramonita was already changed and in bed under the blankets as she stared at the wall.
“Ramonita would you like to talk about it?” I asked, not really knowing what to do in this circumstance.
With Bab, she can't change her diaper and is forced to use it. Ramonita, on the other hand, used hers on accident and could have changed her own diaper. Instead, a guy she doesn't really know just watched her pee into a diaper and changed them as well. She must feel like shit right now.
“I'm sorry,” Ramonita told me.
“Excuse me?” I replied not getting what she said.
“I'm sorry. because I didn't ask to use the bathroom this all happened,” she told me.
“Why didn't you just go at the restaurant?” I asked as I sat down on the bed right next to her.
“I didn't want to ask for a diaper and have people see me take it to the bathroom,” she explained.
“Why would you need to ask for one?” I asked her. She then lifted up her head to look at me in confusion. “You do know you can use storage too right?”
Her eyes went wide before she shoved her face into the pillow and started crying again, finally realizing this entire thing happened because she didn't know she could use storage.
“Hey, it's okay Ramonita, it was just a simple mistake,” I tell her.
“But, but” she stammered as she raised her teary face from the pillow.
“Ramonita, look at me. Do I look mad to you? It was just a mistake, and I promise it will never leave this room.” I tell her.
For the next 20 minutes, I continue to reassure her that she was ok and that her secret was safe with me. She even apologized for ignoring me earlier,
“Um, Alex?” Ramonita said as I pulled out my sleeping bag.
“Yes?” I respond.
“Can I make a request?” she asked.
“what is it?” I asked her.
“I can't sleep without a story,” she told me.
“Really?” I asked. She nodded.
This was a weird request, but I figured why not. I did have a problem however as I didn't know many stories. Then I realized I could just tell the plots of tv shows.
“This story is from my world,” I told Ramonita as I sat down on the bed next to her. She moved over slightly and looked at me. “Sugar. Spice. And everything nice. These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girls…..”
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Ramonita woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. I was fast asleep in my sleeping bag as Ramonita got up and tiptoed past me into the bathroom.
Once in there she took off her pajama pants and looked down at the diaper she was wearing. The big yet strangely comfortable feeling it gave her. She didn't really understand it, but the diaper felt almost good.
She then felt a ting in her bladder and remembered she needed to pee. She was about to un-tape the diaper when a thought popped into her mind.
‘Why not use it?’
She wasn't sure if it was because she was half asleep or not but that thought did creep up on her.
Earlier she was too busy crying over the fact that she just peed herself that she didn't really notice how the diaper felt at the time.
After a moment of thought, she placed her hand on the front of the diaper and let go. She watched in amazement as the diaper drank up everything. Her hand feeling the warmth as it spread across the diaper.
Without knowing why she decided to give the diaper a little squeeze and actually enjoying the feeling!
“You having fun?” I ask her as she jumped and spun around to see me rubbing the sleep from my eyes and standing in the doorway.
“D-dint a-a-anyone tell y-you to knock?” Ramonita stuttered.
“Has anyone ever told you to shut the door all the way,” I told her and pointed at the door.
She was trying not to wake me, so she didn't close it all the way. What she didn't realize was the door slowly opening and the light from the bathroom shining on my face waking me up.
“I-I'm sorry,” Ramonita told me as she was on the verge of crying.
I just pat her on the head and yanked loudly. Not really caring what she was doing and just wanted to go back to sleep.
“It's fine, just tell me about it later,” I tell her before taking her back into the room and quickly changing her before tucking her back into the bead. “Good night princess.”
I gave her a pet on the head and then got back into my sleeping bag and went back to sleep, the princess just looking down at me, with a slight smile forming on her face.
Alexander March
Stats- lv14
HP-85 (+4)
Attack-43 (+3)
Defence-39 (+5)
Speed-48 (+2)
Regen-8 (+1)
Manna-40
class-hunter
Skills-beast vision
Weapons- sword (C)
Element-ice
Partner- Ramonita Maynard
Stats- lv1
HP-35
Attack- 2
Defence- 3 (+100)
Speed- 2
Regen-1
Manna-5
class-princes
Skills-royal blood
Weapons-dagger
Element- dark
Money ----
gold 13)
silver 14)
bronze 1)
copper ?
***********
Elroy went to his chambers as he began to write a very important message.
“The deed will be done. We are ready.” Elroy wrote before sending the message by falcon.
‘It will all be over soon.’ Elroy thought as he laid down on his bed to get some sleep. He was going to have a long journey ahead of him. |
Blake and Eva's side chapter. 1/3
“EVA! SLOW DOWN!” Blake yelled to Eva as she was charging through the woods in her ox monster form.
“I can't! We have to hurry and get this job done so I can see sissy!” Eva happily cried out.
That's when Blake noticed what was up ahead and jumped off of her just as she ran right into more trees.
“Eva, you okay?” Blake yelled as he got up and looked at what happened.
Eva had smashed right through the trees, not even caring they were there and continued to charge forward. If he was still on her, there's no doubt in his mind that impact would have killed him.
Blake just sighed as he watched Eva run off again leaving him behind. He would have to wait until she got too far away and realized what she did and goes back for him.
“You're so in trouble when you get back here,” he told himself as he dusted himself off and began to walk after Eva.
As he walked, Blake couldn't help think of the conversation he had with Alex not too long ago, about when he first met Eva.
**************************over 2 years ago.
Blake was excited. Both he and his partner Jeremy had finally joined a guild!. Pyāratā had about 63 members now including them.
Guilds always got the better jobs that paid better because they were more reliable than some random group from an inn or a mercenary. Blake was hoping that with the guild’s help he might be able to make a name for himself in the world finally. Possibly even be ready to go after a dark crystal when someone finds one.
“Hurry up and pick one, Blake!” Jeremy told him as he got a bit angry.
They have been looking at the job board for 20 minutes looking for the right job. They took turns picking the jobs they wanted to do and today was Blake's turn, and he wanted a good one.
There was one to take on giant Bees and kill their queen, a Gnoll was spotted just outside a small town, and lastly, the possibility that a Cockatrice might hatch from an egg and a town wanted to get rid of it fast. Each one sounded tremendous, but Blake was having a hard time deciding which to pick.
Just before he could pick a mission, a man ran into the guild and demanded to speak to the master. The master was an extraordinary one-armed man that ran the guild. The man handed the master a Guild level threat job.
The guild’s job listings are ranked from C, B, A, S, and Guild.
Any average person may take on the first three jobs as they see fit. The guild master holds onto the S jobs and only gives them to people he deems worthy to take them on. But the Guild level is worse. It's a threat that will take an entire guild just to deal with.
Not many of them are given out. Especially not on Misae.
With a threat this big the guild master called for all members of the guild to report back and to prepare for Battle.
57 total members showed up for this job. The only members not able to come were those already out on jobs or to far away to make it back.
“As you all know this job is a guild level threat. A monster has appeared out of nowhere and has started wreaking havoc on the village of Pipi. This threat isn't something to ignore. However, I will not force anyone to take on such a threat if they do not wish to do so. So you may leave the guild now if you do not wish to die.” the master told us.
I watched as three people left. Fearing for their own lives.
They were booed and yelled at as they left.
“Enough!” the guild master yelled. “They feared for their lives, their family’s lives. They may have left, but they had their reasoning. Now those of you remaining, go into town and get anything that may help you in this quest. Anything to make you even just a little stronger will be enough. Just get anything.”
We spent our entire savings on new gear. Anything that would boost our stats. We also got new weapons. I got an A class bow.
Jeremy however got a B class shield and sword, both with elemental magic engraved in them.
“If this job doesn't make a name for ourselves nothing will,” Jeremy said as he lit his sword on fire.
“I couldn't agree more,” I tell him.
The next morning the remaining 54 members marched their way to the monster. No one knows why it suddenly appeared, but some type of giant monster appeared in the mountain region of Pipi and has been sending all the monsters up there down the mountain.
This, in turn, leads to massive attacks by the monsters as they try to claim new territories and have already killed quite a few people. By executing this one monster hopefully, it should make things right once more.
When we reached the mountain where the monster was spotted, we began our search by having the hunters search the area for it. The hunters, however, were confused, all the tracks it had made it look like it was changing its size. Maybe it's not one monster but more?
When we did finally found the monster it shocked us all to see a wyvern! They shouldn't even be on this continent!
The wyvern was sound asleep bathing in the afternoon sun and didn't notice our arrival.
“Everyone get into positions. We attack it hard and fast before we search for possibly more of them.” the guild master told us.
Everyone split up into groups where they would be of use. Archer and mage class found higher ground where their attacks would do the most damage. While the others all circled the monster all ready to attack as soon as the guild master gave the order.
The master pulled out two things out of his storage. The first was a bucketful of water that he used to form a new arm for himself before picking up his battle ax.
“NOW!” the master yelled as the archers and mages fired their mightiest attacks at the monster.
All the attacks hit the wyvern dead on causing a massive explosion. For just a single moment I thought that would be enough to kill it.
But it just stood up and roared without so much as a scratch on it.
“CHARGE!” the master yelled as everyone surrounding the wyvern charged into battle.
I tried my hardest to keep shooting arrows, but I watched as the wyvern shrugged off every attack that hit it. Nothing we seemed to do could hurt the fucking thing! That is until the strongest of the guild managed to get a hit in.
Lynn Palmer, an ex-paladin managed to knock it back using a holy mace. The wyvern staggered a bit and before it could study itself. Earnest Hodges, the beast berserker went all out on pounding on it. He only stopped when Meghan Howard, the Saint finished charging her most potent attack, ‘Storm Preacher.' It was a small ball of heavily compressed air at the end of her staff that she threw at the wyvern.
The moment it made contact the ball exploded with a massive force that sent the monster straight into the mountain wall.
Those of us still left standing from the fight all walked closer to where the monster lay motionless. Its tail and left wing missing as blood poured out of it.
I looked around at all my fallen comrades. At least 30 of them lay dead on the ground, all killed by this damn monster.
I watched as Lynn, Earnest, Meghan, and the master all got close to the monster. The guild master was raising his Axe to make the finishing blow and end this monster's life once and for all.
But they all suddenly made a slight jolt before they all stopped moving. What was wrong?
“Humans….” I heard a gravelly voice say as we all watched the four strongest members of our gild suddenly began to rise in the air. “You...hurt….me….”
Suddenly my blood ran cold as I watched as something stood up out of the hole where the wyvern should have been. Instead, a different monster rose up. It was 8 feet tall with a humanoid body shape, instead of arms however it had two long tentacles on each arm. Each limb was piercing our heroes in the hearts as they are raised in the air. This monster had three eyes and a mouth that split sideways as it opened its mouth and let out an ear-piercing screech!
My body was cold except for the warm piss my bladder had just released as I watched the monster throw the bodies in the air and lunge at the rest of us!
The sounds of screams filled the air until Jeremy finally grabbed my arm and stabbed me back into reality. He yanked at me, and we both started running as fast as we could away from that thing.
We thought we had gotten away, we felt that if we could just get off the mountain then maybe we had a chance! But we went the wrong way and wound up on the edge of a cliff.
We tried to turn back and go a different way but behind us was that monster. Its body covered in our friend's blood as it slowly walked toward us.
“Humans hurt me....” I heard it say. I was too terrified to do anything.
“We’ve got to do something!” Jeremy said as we looked around.
There were only 5 of us left. All of us on the edge of a cliff with this monster blocking any way forward.
“Just hit it!” I yelled and began to use my wind magic to try to blow it away, but it still kept coming.
Suddenly everyone was using anything, and everything they had to kill it but nothing would hurt it.
“EARTHQUAKE!” I heard the man next to me yell as he slammed his fist into the ground.
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I only woke up when I felt my arm in so much pain. As I looked at it, I could see the black curse spreading from the bracelet all over my arm and part of my chest. I maybe had a few minutes before the curse killed me.
‘Mourn later’ was the first thought in my head as I got up. I already knew if I was alive right now that must mean Jeremy was no doubt dead somewhere. If I don't find a new bound soon, I was going to join him.
I took a quick look up and saw the bright red sky as the sun was setting. On the side of the cliff, I could see where that guy caused a rock slide sending us all down. How I survived, I have no idea.
I began to limp around just trying to find anyone still alive. I even started calling out for them not caring anymore if that monster showed up. If I didn't find someone I was dead anyway.
But I did find someone. I quickly limped over and saw it was a beautiful naked woman. She was covered in blood and was out cold and wouldn't wake up even when I shook her.
I was running out of time and needed to form a bond now. I looked at her arm, however, and she didn't have a bracelet. I didn't think much of it, many people in the gild have taken a quest to remove them. She must have been one of them.
I began to look around for a bracelet frantically, and I spotted one close by. It was attached to an arm sticking out from a boulder that fell on top of someone. I wanted to puke as I removed the bracelet and quickly limped back to the women and put the bracket on her.
I know this is a bastard move forcing anyone into a bond when they can't consent, but it's a matter of life or death. They should understand.
“by the light of the god, we both vow a boding, give us the power on our journey, and we fight for the right,” I spoke the bonding vow as our bracelets caused a bright flash of light, signaling that we were now bonded.
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That was when we first met, but only where our story begins. |
ch 15
Ramonita and I woke up, ate breakfast and left the city as soon as we could to get our head start. Elroy and Bab would be taking a carriage, so if we didn't go now, we might not make it in time.
The plan was to meet up at the halfway point between Pa'a and Parïtet. It will be about a day's walk, a day and a half if we have to stop. Since Ramonita isn't much bigger then Bab I don't expect her to keep up with me and will most likely have to take multiple breaks. I thought about strapping Ramonita to my back like Bab, but I decided not to.
We didn't talk much for a long while. Me not knowing what to talk about and Ramonita hoping not to bring up what happened last night.
“So, um, what does dark do?” I asked Ramonita trying to make small talk,
“What?” Ramonita responded.
“The dark element, your magic,” I reply before showing her the stats screen and showing her that her elemental magic was dark.
“I have no idea, I've haven't learned much about magic,” she told me.
“Really? I would have thought your family would teach you all types of things like that just in case.” I tell her.
“No, since I would never need it in my daily life so there would be no reason to teach me,” she told me.
“Want to test it out?” I asked.
“How?” Ramonita asked.
“Well, Bab was the one to teach me. She said ’You have to focus on the magic and use your mana to make the spell appear. So try thinking of releasing dark energy.” I told her.
Ramonita did as I suggested and tried to focus, But nothing happened. We sat there for about 10 minutes but still nothing.
“I guess we'll have to ask someone else about it later,” I suggested since I barely had any idea on how to use my ice magic myself.
Just then I noticed a slime start to appear out of the ground below us and realized we must be standing above a slime nest. Deja vu. Ramonita also saw and grew very scared seeing more monsters surround us.
“Don't worry they're weak and easy to kill,” I tell her as I take out my knife and stab the one between us. “Why don't you give it a try.”
“No, it's your job to protect me, I'll leave that job to you,” she told me as she tried to back away from the knife before stepping on a slime.
I then had an evil idea and sat down.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“My job is to make sure you make it to your destination, not protect you. If you want protection, then protect yourself.” I told her, half lying.
Personally, I didn't mind protecting her. But this seemed like an excellent way to teach someone to not just to rely on someone else and to defend themselves. Plus I wanted to see how Bab found this funny when she did something similar to me.
I watched as Ramonita began to freak out a little as more slimes started to appear sensing something wasn't moving above them and thinking it was either a dead or injured animal.
Slimes started to appear on me as well, but unlike last time I knew how to deal with them and watched as Ramonita took out her dagger and began to stab the slimes.
“Please help me!” Ramonita yelled at me as some of the slimes got on her before she noticed the slimes all on me.
“OK, on one condition. You learn how to defend yourself after this.” I tell her.
“YES! Anything just please get them away!” she screamed before feeling a cold wind blow all around her.
I was using my frost breath and killed a lot of the slimes. I then stood up and used frost to freeze the ones on me and break them off before holding out a hand to Ramonita to lead her to a safer spot.
Using beast vision, I was able to see where the slime nests are underground and stayed away from them.
“You did better than I did my first time taking on those slimes,” I told Ramonita.
“R-really?” she asked me as she tried to catch her breath from the scary situation.
I then told her about what had happened not so long ago and even what had happened to Bab, which made Ramonita laugh.
“I know you normally have guards and other people to protect you, but I still think you should at least learn how to defend yourself. What would you do if your guard disappeared and those slimes surrounded you?” I asked.
Ramonita was about to say something but stopped when she realized I was right. Being surrounded by those slimes had terrified her. If this had been any other time, she would have also been unarmed. Those slimes would have quickly killed her. But for me? I wasn't scared of them because I knew what to do while she didn't.
“We still have some time to kill, want to learn how to defend yourself?” I asked.
After a moment of hesitation, Ramonita nodded yes.
Alexander March
Stats- lv16
HP-90 (+4)
Attack-45 (+3)
Defence-42 (+5)
Speed-51 (+2)
Regen-9 (+1)
Manna-46
class-hunter
Skills-beast vision
Weapons- sword (C)
Element-ice
Partner- Ramonita Maynard
Stats- lv5
HP-45
Attack- 8
Defence- 8 (+100)
Speed- 8
Regen-5
Manna-15
class-princes
Skills-royal blood
Weapons- dagger
Element- dark
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“YES, YES, YES!” Ramonita yelled and was jumping around after she defeated a big bug monster.
“Good job Ramonita.” I congrats her.
It took Ramonita a moment to get used to fighting, but the moment it clicked for her, she’s been on a roll.
“So how do you like fighting now?” I asked her as we sat down for lunch.
“I love it!” she told me with a big smile and dirt on her face. “This is so much fun!”
She was covered in dirt and had a few scrapes and scratches, but she was legitimately having fun.
“What do you do for fun back at the castle?” I asked, and suddenly her smile started to fade.
“Nothing like this. I spend most of my time inside taking lessons on how to be a proper lady and how to be Parïtet’s possible future ruler,” she told me. “When I'm not studying I'll sometimes take a walk around the castle, read a book, or play a board game with my sister. If my parents, teacher, or even Elroy saw me like this, they would be appalled.”
“I'm sorry,” I tell her now feeling bad.
Such a sheltered life, it's no wonder she’s this excited to be fighting monsters. It's probably the only real fun thing she’s done in years.
“No, thank you Alex. in such a short time you’ve let me do so many new things I never would be able to do. I'm having a lot of fun with you,” she told me, and I remembered something.
“You also seemed to be having a lot of fun last night,” I tell her.
Suddenly Ramonita’s face went bright red as she remembered what I saw last night. She even tried to stutter an excuse, but I stopped her.
“I saw you wet the diaper and then play with it. You don't have to lie to me, you're fine to tell me the truth.” I tell her.
“It...it was...a...weird experience,” she told me before I saw the faintest of smiles on her face. “I don't know how to describe it.”
“I'm guessing you liked it because it's something you can't do at home,” I suggested.
“What do you mean?”
“You said it yourself, you don't get to do much at home. You're so used to the norm that when anything new comes your way you get excited to try the experience.” I tell her. “ just look at how much fun you're having fighting monsters. You never got to do that at home.”
“But that's different than the diaper,” Ramonita told me.
“Is it? You were so embarrassed yesterday when you had your accident because it went against your norm. You resisted fighting the slimes because it went against your norm. But once you’ve had the experience you want to try it again just to get that new experience back again. because it goes against everything you were told was wrong, and this is the first time you can rebel.” I explained.
She didn't say a word, just looked down, partly ashamed.
“Don't be upset, for once have a little fun and enjoy your freedom while you can. If you want to fight then fight. I'll help you when you need it. If you want to use your diaper go ahead, I'll change you if you need it. See what it's like to be a real kid for once in your life.” I tell her before reaching over and giving her head a gentle rub. Seeing the faintest of smiles on her face.
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Over the next few hours as we made our way to our destination Ramonita took what I said to hart and did start enjoying herself more. She began to examine the world around her. Running from one new thing to the next. She even picked up a slime just to hold it. As she went on the smile on her face grew bigger with each new experience.
I couldn't help but laugh on the inside when comparing her to Bab. Bab hates her situation, has had everything taken from her, and hates having to use her diapers. Ramonita, however, has everything, and hates her position, never able to experience anything new. Heck not too long ago she even peed in her diaper, and when I asked if she needed a change, she told me no. She wanted to feel what walking around in a wet diaper would feel like. I couldn't help but wonder what they would be like if they hung out together.
I watched as Ramonita was looking in a stream at some fish swimming around when I noticed a man walking towards us.
“Good afternoon,” I told him.
The guy was huge. Tall and full of muscle. He almost looked like ‘The Rock’ from back home just with a full head of hair.
“I want the girl,” he told me.
“Excuse me?” I asked as Ramonita turned around and saw me talking to the big guy and came running over.
“You heard me, hand the princes over.” the man told me yet again.
“Ramonita, stay back,” I told her as I reached into my storage and pulled out my sword. “I don't know who you are, but I won't let you touch her.”
“I won't repeat it again. Hand over the princes and no one will get hurt,” he told us as he lifted out his hand.
I was hoping flashing my sword would at least deter him, But he didn't even flinch when he saw it. He must be very confident in his strength and ability. So I did the only smart thing to do and yelled RUN!
Ramonita and I both turned away from the man and tried to run as fast as we could to get away from him when daggers flew right in front of us and stopping us cold.
“I won't let you get away so easily,” the man behind us said as he began to walk closer to us.
Okay, big guy, wind element, and uses daggers. The wind and daggers will make it hard to run, but if I can hold him off, then the princes could hopefully escape.
“Ramonita run back to town and form a bond with someone else,” I told her quickly before charging at the man with my sword.
The only thought in my head was to keep him busy just long enough for her to run away as I swing my sword at the guy. Instead of cutting him however he caught my blade mid-swing with his bare hand. Before I could even react, I was kicked into the air and landed right beside Ramonita who didn't have a chance to move.
“Such a dull blade.” the man said as I sat up and threw up on the ground from the kick.
When I looked back up the guy set my blade to his side and stomped down on it, Shattering it completely. Is this guy even human!?
I stood back up just as the guy walked up to me and backhanded me away again. Ramonita was screaming as the guy picked her up by her hair.
“Put her down!” I yelled as I tried to stand up.
“What could you possibly do?” he asked.
I tried running at him again but this time stopping just in front of him.
“TUNDRA!” I yelled as I released everything I had. Last time I tried this I at least froze Alisha’s arms. Maybe I can do the same here.
The man dropped Ramonita and using his free hand hit me again sending me to the ground again. My body was screaming in pain from just those three hits. Why is this happening? Why am I so weak?
“Pathetic,” he told me as she smashed the ice off of himself before feeling a sight pain in his leg.
Looking down he saw Ramonita next to his leg as she had just stabbed her dagger into his leg.
“Leave him alone!” she yelled at him until she was backhanded by him.
With no emotion at all, he pulled the dagger out of his leg and threw it to the side. Ramonita was now unconscious after that hit as he walked over to her. He was about to picker up when I told him to stop once more. He looked over at me and saw me stand up again.
“Y...your fight...is with me,” I told him barely able to talk.
My legs were shaking badly. I had Ramonita dagger in my left hand that I could barely raise half way. Blood was coming out of my head and got in my eye. Another puddle of puck and blood was below me. No magic, no strength left, and I had no way of ever winning.
“Stand down little man, or you will die,” he told me.
“I...i still have...one last trick...to kill you.”I lied out my teeth knowing this man was going to kill me.
“Interesting.” the guy said with a small on his face. “I am Monarch, the Berserker. I have heard you cry for death and I shall grant you a warrior's death.”
Suddenly as if out of a horror movie his body began to grow. He grew nearly a foot taller as his muscles started to expand and his skin turned bright red. His eyes turned white as he let out a mighty roar.
I roared back at him as I took a step toward him!
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Bab was being loaded into a carriage with Sherry. Elroy was driving the horses up front while the princess's royal guards and Noah all rode horses. Just before she got in, she heard a thunderous roar coming from the forest.
“nrycky by crluwvj Cryf.” she said out loud before getting into the carriage and sitting down on the padded seat.
The double padding still felt weird to her as she sat down in the dress.
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I opened my eyes and wondered if I was still alive or not. I turned my head to the side and saw a guy cooking something over a fire. I let out a slight moan and got his attention.
“Look who’s back from the dead.” the guy said as he got up to walk over to me with a small bottle of water.
Grateful I drank nearly the entire thing.
“Where am I?” I asked the guy. He had dark hair and looked strangely familiar. I think I might have seen him somewhere.
“you're at our camp. You’ve been out for a while,” he told me.
“Wait what about the girl!” I yelled as I suddenly remembered Ramonita and tried to get up, but the guy stopped me.
I was on some palet and was stripped down to my underwear and covered with a blanket.
“She’s fine, she woke up before you and I had Aeva take her away to help her change her soiled diaper, she'll be back in a moment.” he told me.
“Where are my clothes?” I asked.
“They were covered in puke and blood. We had to take your clothes off of you and got rid of them since you wouldn't be able to use them.” he told me.
I then began to wonder why my clothes would be covered in puke and blood before remembering what had happened.
“What happened to the monster?” I asked, wondering how anyone could survive a fight with that thing.
“Watch who you call a monster.” the man said behind me as I spun around to see him carrying a huge log. “You will make people mad.”
I tried to jump up and run but my body was too heavy, and I collapsed once again.
“Wow, now easy buddy. Just relax and let us explain.” the man said as he tried to help me move back into a lay position.
But I fought him as well. Just trying to get away when suddenly Ramonita came running up out of nowhere to me and hugged me and try to calm me down.
“Alex, it's alright, we are safe here. They won't hurt us,” she told me.
As I looked at her, I saw her face partly swollen, but she was still fine.
After a few more minutes of calming down, I got some help to sit up while these people introduced themselves.
The first was Monarch. The hulking man that nearly killed us.
Next was Aeva, a short woman with a big smile she too looked familiar.
Lastly was Chet, The leader of their group. And I finally remembered where I saw them. He and Aeva were the couple I met a few days ago when I gave them directions.
“Why did you attack us?” I asked. Wanting to know why I had to go through so much pain.
“We needed to test you.” Chet told me. “Elroy trusted someone they didn't know that well to escort the princess. I wanted to see if you could be trusted.”
“And you passed.” Aeva cheered happily.
“What the fuck do you mean? You beat me within an inch of my life and say I somehow passed a test!” I asked now perplexed.
“Monarch wouldn't have killed you, the test was to see if you were trustworthy or if you would just try to run at any moment,” Chet told me. “You tried to run away with the princess at first, but when you were blocked off by Aeva’s daggers, you tried to fight Monarch. Even after he kicked your ass, you keep going. Three times no less! Most people would have run away or given the princess up at that point. Hell even when Monarch went Berserk Demon mode you still took a step at him before collapsing instead of running away. You have my respect.”
“I don't give a shit about your respect. He nearly kills me, and he hurt Ramonita!” I yelled as I pointed to Monarch.
Just then Monarch got up from his position. I was terrified thinking he was now mad at me and was about to kill me. Instead, he walked over to a tree and began to hit his head on it.
“Ya, he’s sorry about that. He’s actually a major pacifist and hates hurting people. But to test you, he had to do what he did.” Aeva told me before going over to comfort him.
“There's another reason we wanted to test you,” Chet said. “We wanted to know if we could also trust you.”
“For what?” I asked.
Just then Ramonita got up and walked to Chet’s side.
“Alex, this man is the former prince of Pa'a. I have heard what he has to say, and I ask that you please listen to what he asks.” she said before both he and she got on their knees and bowed their heads to the dirt in front of me.
“PLEASE HELP ME KIDNAP MY BROTHER LAUREN!” Chet begged.
Alexander March
Stats- lv16
HP-90 (+4)
Attack-45 (+3)
Defence-42 (+5)
Speed-51 (+2)
Regen-9 (+1)
Manna-46
class-hunter
Skills-beast vision
Weapons- sword (C)
Element-ice
Partner- Ramonita Maynard
Stats- lv6
HP-47
Attack- 9
Defence- 9 (+100)
Speed- 9
Regen-6
Manna-17
class-princes
Skills-royal blood
Weapons- dagger
Element- dark
*******************
Back in Pa'a all preparations are finished.
Prince Lauren just received word about meeting with the princess early and give him very little time to prepare. Luckily the bodyguards he hired to replace his missing retainer had arrived and were ready to follow any order.
Blake and Eva bowed to the prince ready to finish this job and help Alex and Bab as soon as they were done.
“We are at your service!” they both told the prince before heading out. |
ch 16
“No, no, a million times no!” I tell Ramonita and Chet.
“Please just hear me out.” Chet pleaded.
“Fuck no! Your family has been nothing but a pain in my ASS! Your brother’s an ass who harass girls, your stepmom is a cunt who nearly drowned Bab and threw us off a cliff, and now you send your Hulk to beat the shit out of me before asking me to kidnap your other brother? FUCK NO!” I yelled at him as I tried to stand up.
“Alex, please. They need your help.” Ramonita told me.
“I don't give a shit. Their family has already been a pain in my ass since day one. There is nothing that will get me to change my mind.” I tell her as I start walking away.
“Bab might get killed,” she told me, stopping me in my tracks.
“If this is some type of joke or threat I'm going to be royally pissed,” I tell her as I turn to face her.
“It's not,” Ramonita with a sad look as she stared at the ground.
“Elroy is planning on killing my brother,” Chet told me as I sat back down.
“What does that have to do with Bab?” I asked.
“Enedina, my brother's mother, has asked Elroy to kill prince Lauren,” Chet told me.
“Why?” I responded.
“Have you heard how the royalty process works?” Ramonita asked me and I nodded.
“My father wasn't a righteous man. Before he became king he abandoned my mother while she was pregnant with me. He didn't care about anyone. When he destroyed the crystal and became king, he then met Enedina. She was from the other world and seduced my father into marrying her. When I was only 3 my mother brought me to my father to show him I was his son. At first, he didn't believe it but after they saw I had a royal seal on me they knew there was no doubt I was his son.” Chet then pulled his sleeve up and showed what looked like a tattoo that began to glow faintly. “But my mother was a whore and he didn't want anything to do with her. So he bought me from her before banishing her. Enedina hated me, thinking that one day I might take the throne from my father and strip her of her power. so she got pregnant herself. Thinking that if she herself had a child then she could have them become the next ruler and she would keep her power. My father, however, decided he didn't like having just one woman and began to sleep with his maids. Enedina knew of this and didn't care. If one of them looked pregnant she got rid of them somehow and covered it up. But one maid managed to fool Enedina and give birth to my youngest brother Lauren. Enedina did not like that and she had the maid sentenced to death for seducing the king to bare her a child. But the child was still royalty and my father was forced to keep him alive or else have the people look at him in a more negative light. When my father died Enedina wanted my brother Danilo to be the first to sit on the throne and to be named king. I hated Enedina with a burning passion and I also didn't want the throne for my own reasons but I would be damned if I let her stay in power. To her displeasure, I was the first to sit on the throne in hopes to stop her, however as you might know, that didn't work. But it did scare Enedina. if I wasn't chosen and there are still 2 royal children it was a 50% chance that her son would be banished as well and her along with him. So instead of risking it on a gamble, she demanded the kids fight for the throne. Ever since then she has been sabotaging Lauren, forcing him to take on ludacris tasks to keep him busy and not able to train for his fight with Danilo. Lauren, however, does not want to fight and was looking into a way they might be able to solve this peacefully.”
“That's when prince Lauren got in contact with my family. He was hoping to talk about setting up an arranged marriage. This would, in theory, make it to where Lauren has a wife who is already a royal and make him into the next king automatically. My own mother agreed with the idea as she would be scared for her children if one of us would be banished by accident.” Ramonita explained. “With this, I would already be a queen of another kingdom while my older sister would become the next queen of Parïtet,” Ramonita told me
“So Enedina doesn't want that and is trying to stop that from happening, how is she going to stop it?” I asked.
Just then Chet pulled out a letter from his storage.
“I was wondering the same myself. That's why I broke into Parïtet’s castle and retrieved these letters from Enedina to Elroy.” Chet told us.
“By the way how did you get them,” Ramonita asked Chet.
“Sorry but I must keep that a secret for now,” he told us.
he had to scale down the side of the cliff near that old bench and work his way to the castle while hanging off the side of the cliff until he reached the castle's sewer system. He really doesn't want to tell that part. He only just recently got rid of the smell.
“Anyway. The letter asks Elroy to kill my brother, what he gets in return I don't know but he did accept. He even tried to send a letter to a mercenary group to attack my brother but I managed to get it first. He now thinks that a mercenary group will attack my brother before the meeting but I wouldn't put it past him to try to kill my brother if they fail.” he told me.
“And what does Bab have to do with anything?” I asked.
“When do you think would be the best time to attack? When the 2 royles are surrounded by trained guards? No. if the mercenaries fail I have no doubt in my mind that he would attack my brother while the Prince and Princess are in their meeting and all alone.” Chet told me.
“But we are to meet them before the meetup,” I tell him. “How would that work?”
“Elroy's tricked us,” Ramonita told me as she laid out a map and showed me the path we were on. “He told us it would take a day and a half on this trail to get to the right spot. But that was a lie, it would indeed take us 3 days to get through the heavily dense woods. By then it would be over.”
“This is why Elroy wanted to find someone that looked like the princess. To use her and kill her with my brother without putting the real princess in much danger.” Chet told me.
After that explanation, I exploded. Anger frustration, everything. Not only were we used but know Bab was in a lot of danger.
“So what's the plan?” I asked Chet after I calmed down.
“Simple. After Monarch knocked you out he brought you on the right path and you will now be able to meet up with us at the right destination. My group and I will already be with my brother by the time you get there.” Chet began to explain. “From there I'm hoping to get my brother and your friend out in the open before having you kidnap him and running away with him and your friend while we hold off Elroy and Parïtet’s royal guards.
“Ok I think I get the plan but why are you having me kidnap him? Wouldn't it be better if you just kidnap him yourself?” I asked.
“No, I'm too recognizable, And so are my retainers. They are well-known to the common people. It's just like why you were picked to take care of the prince. If he’s with you then there is a much lower chance of anyone finding him.” Chet told me.
“Then what? Am I supposed to take him on my journey with me? Bab and I can't go into hiding long, we still have our own journey to be on.” I tell him.
“No all I ask is you hide him for 3 weeks. And I beg of you help him train. If he doesn't get stronger there is no way he will survive.” Chet pleaded with me.
“And what about you?” I asked Ramonita. “I have to keep dragging you with me until we can get rid of our bond.”
“I must also take responsibility for what my retainer has done. I wish to join you and help the prince.” Ramonita told me.
With a heavy sigh, I look at the both of them and tell them I'm in.
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With that Chet, Aeva, and Monarch all leave too meet up with the prince. I wasn't sure how they were going to meet them before us but I figured they must have a way.
Chet gave me a potion to temporarily increase my regen so that all my wounds from Monarch were healed much faster.
Chet even offered me a new sword to replace the one Monarch broke but I declined. That was already my third sword that I've had brake or lost in such a little time that I didn't want to risk another.
Not much happened after that besides camping and helping Ramonita change a heavily wet diaper. She had tried to do it herself earlier but messed up and Aeva had to help her out. Now she just wanted me to do it so as to not waste a diaper.
“You know you don't have to wear them anymore. the deal with Elroy is canceled so you don't have to wear diapers anymore.” I tell her as she put her skirt back on.
“I-I now but I actually gave my underwear to sherry to hold onto until the job was done.” Ramonita lied. She actually had her underwear in her coat pocket and was just having fun being in the soft padding. She just wanted to enjoy the diapers for just a little longer.
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Using a map Chet gave us we made it to the chosen destination just before they did and watched as two carriages came to a crossroads in the forest.
On one side was was Elroy driving the carriage with Noah, Lizzie, Lexi, and Alisha all riding on horses with Sherry and Bab inside the carriage,
The other side I saw an older man driving the other carriage with Chet, Aeva, and Monarch walking behind it. But what really surprised me was Blake and Eva were with them. Why were they here?
I watched as Eva smelt the air and began to look around confused before asking blake something. He too looked confused before he looked around for a moment.
As soon as the carriages stopped both doors opened to the carriages and out stepped Bab in her princess dress with a veil to cover up her face. From the other, a boy about the same size as Bab came out of his carriage. He wore a fancy suit with his long black hair slicked back.
Bab, Elroy, Chet, and Lauren all met in between the carriages,
“It is an honor to meet you princess Ramonita.” prince Lauren told Bab as he bowed to her.
Bab only bowed back.
“Princess Ramonita has gotten a little sick and has lost her voice, I will do my best to translate,” Elroy told them.
“Man look at how much you've grown,” Chet told Bab as he bowed to her. “It has been quite a few years since I seen you. I remember the last time we played together as kids I had a nanny named Fran.”
While it was hard to see what was going on but I think Chet was telling Bab what I asked him to tell her.
“Back then I got so constipated from that drink you gave me then.” Chet continued and that part seemed to grab Bab’s attention. “Do you remember the story she told us back then about the little girl being saved by her big brother from some hungry wolves? I remember you like that one.
I was hoping Bab got the message from that. If we were going to get out of this we definitely needed her help.
“I don't think she does at the moment. May I ask we continue this conversation later. The village of Pikaesh is just a mile east from here.” Elroy tells everyone and is about to leave with Bab when Eva steps up.
“Sissy is that you?” she asked.
“Sissy?” Elroy asked confused. “I'm sorry but I think you are somehow mistaken.”
“Eva what are you doing?” Blake asked her.
“No that is Sissy I can smell her and Alex,” Eva said allowed.
“Wait what's going on?” prince Lauren asked.
Fuck I forgot about her sense of smell!
“What is she talking about?” Elroy asked more surprised to hear my name than anything else.
I could suddenly feel the air get thick from tension like at any moment someone would explode. I wanted to wait until Chet gave a signal to spring from my hiding spot to grab the prince and Bab and take off. But know…
“Stay hidden.” I tell Ramonita before I jumped up and yelled “Sup everybody!”
This caused almost every one to jump in surprise.
I walked out of the forest leaving Ramonita still hiding. The moment Bab saw me through her veil she ripped it off and came running at me to give me an embrace.
“Wow, I'm gone one day and this is your reaction?” I say as I crouch down and give her a hug and whisper in her ear. “Prepare to fight.”.
“What in the blasted fuck is going on here!” prince Lauren yelled before Chet punched him in the face and knocked him out before grabbing him and throwing him in my direction.
Suddenly everything went hectic as everyone began fighting one another. I ran over to the prince who landed not far from me and saw who was fighting who.
Chet and Elroy were sword fighting.
Monarch went into his demon berserker mode and jumped over Chet and Elroy to fight Noah and Sherry. One punch from Monarch left a crater in the ground as Noah and Sherry dodged his punch. Sherry tried to use her fire magic on him but that didn't seem to faze him as he let out a roar and charged at her.
Noah was about to help when he was surrounded by 8 daggers controlled by Aeva.
“Sorry, we already know how strong you 3 are, we're not going to go easy on you,” Aeva said in a sweet voice as she manipulated her wind controlled dangerous to keep Noah on the defensive.
The other 3 royal guards, however, were charging straight at me as I was throwing the prince over my shoulder.
“Tundra!” I yelled and using my free hand I tried to freeze them all but it didn't work.
Lizzie just used her fire magic to counter my ice while the other 2 still charged.
Bab tried her lightning but only managed to hit Lexi and knocked her to the ground as Alisha jumped into the air and tried to slash at me with her sword again. But instead of hitting me Blake came to the rescue and blocked the sword with a Bow.
“Whats going on!” Blake yelled at me as a monster that looked like a cross between a gorilla and a bear suddenly grabbed Alisha and threw her right at Lizzie
“No time to explain were trying to save the prince.” I quickly tell them. “Can Eva get us out of here?” I asked looking at the gorilla bear monster.
“No, you don't!” Elroy yelled as he punched Chet in the face before firing a beam of light right at me.
Before any of us could move a small body ran in front of me and blocked Elroy’s attack using a black void that appeared in front of Ramonita.
“PRINCESS!” Elroy yelled before Chet punched him and their fight continued.
“Ramonita what was that!” I asked her. “And I thought I told you to stay hidden!”
“I don't know.” Ramonita as she looked at her hands wondering what she just did,
“po juqy! ryjk wo!” Bab yelled as she grabbed my arm and began to tug at it
“Right, Eva, can you get us out of her quick!” I yelled to her.
She nodded her head and soon her body began to grow larger into a creature I couldn't even describe. Eva used multiple limbs to grab onto Bab, Blake, Ramonita, the prince and I before using huge wings to take off into the sky.
“Noah Lift!” Sherry yelled as she charged at Monarch who at this point broke one of her arms. Monarch lunged for her but Sherry jumped on top of him and jumped into the air.
Noah heard what she wanted and slammed his hand into the ground as 3 daggers stabbed into his side. Just then a tower of earth shot out of the ground and Sherry used that as an extra step before using her fire magic to rocket into the sky.
Suddenly I felt a sharp tug on my leg and looked down to see Sherry dangling from my leg.
“Alex this has gone on far enough! Release the prince and princess now!” Sherry yelled at me.
“I can't! I'm trying to save them! Please trust me on this!” I yell down at her.
She just looked at me for a moment before gritting her teeth and yelling ‘Catch!’ she then let go of my leg and suddenly a pink backpack was in my face. I lunged for it only just barely catching it before I looked down to see sherry using her fire magic to land safely onto the ground.
****************
It's been 2 days since we got away. Chet had already had a safe house set up just for us. He must have been planning this for quite a while.
It took a while but Ramonita had finally explained everything to the prince about what was going on and even gave him a letter from Chet to prove we weren't lying.
Blake and Eva had to leave right away. There were no doubts that other people saw Eva flying and it was only a matter of time before they followed her flight path. So they quickly dropped us off before flying north to help keep anyone off our trail. But we did agree to meet back up in a few weeks when everything died down.
As for me and Bab, we re-established our bond. We had to take prince Lauren’s phoenix tear to break the bond from me and Ramonita. But now I can finally be back with my favorite partner.
I looked at the three kids before me. Each one of them forced on me in one way or another. Why have I become a babysitter?
Alexander March
Stats- lv16
HP-90 (+4)
Attack-45 (+3)
Defence-42 (+5)
Speed-51 (+2)
Regen-9 (+1)
Manna-46
class-hunter
Skills-beast vision
Weapons- none
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv21
HP-54 (+20)
Attack-10
Defence-11 (+45)
Speed-11 (+9)
Regen-11 (+3)
Manna-176
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Ramonita Maynard
Stats- lv6
HP-47
Attack- 9
Defence- 9 (+100)
Speed- 9
Regen-6
Manna-17
class-princess
Skills-royal blood
Weapons- dagger
Element- dark
Partner- Lauren Thacker
Stats- lv1
HP-35
Attack- 3
Defence- 3
Speed- 3
Regen-1
Manna-3
class-prince
Skills-royal blood
Weapons-royal staff
Element- water
Money ----
gold 13)
silver 14)
bronze 1)
copper ? |
ch 17
The cabin we are staying in already had a lot of stuff waiting for us. There was a living room, kitchen, bathroom, 3 bedrooms, and a basement.
In the basement was plenty of food and a few weapons stored there. Along with a stack of wood and a few random boxes. The kitchen was small but decent and had everything I needed to cook with.
The living room had 2 large couches parallel from each other with a long coffee table between them. There was also a fireplace to help keep the cabin warm.
The 3 bedrooms were for Chet, Aeva, and Monarch. Chet’s room was very bare except for the large bed that took up most of the room. Aeva’s was trashed and full of makeup and trash scattered everywhere. I was quite surprised I didn't see her clothes everywhere but I guess they packed all that. Lastly was Monarch’s room, it was surprisingly very clean. But his bed, however, was completely wrecked. It looked like an elephant stepped on it. What someone would have to do to get a bed to look like that I have no idea.
I decided who got what room. Bab and Ramonita got Chet's big bed while Lauren got Aeva’s bed. There were slight complaints about this decision. While it was Lauren’s brother's room it was the only room to have a bed big enough for the girls to share. unless one of the girls wanted to sleep on the couch my decision was final. But before Lauren could sleep in Aeva’s room I asked the girls to clean the room first. they protested this time but I just asked them one simple thing.
“Would either of you want a boy cleaning your room?” I asked them.
Their answer was obviously a no. also I wound up taking the couch as I really didn't want to sleep on Monarch’s bed.
The prince really seemed to accept what was happening very fast. I'm guessing that he already guessed something like this would happen.
“How are you holding up?” I asked him as I was taking a box full of trash out of Aeva’s room and saw the prince sitting on the couch.
“My brother had some stranger kidnap me, how do you think I'm holding up?” he asked me as I sat the trash down.
“Like that box of trash right there,” I replied while he just glared at me and my bad joke. “Look, I hate this just as much as you do. Personally, you and your family can all go fuck off.”
“Then why are you doing it!” Lauren snapped at me.
“We already told you what Elroy was planning. I wasn't going to let my friend die in an attempt to kill you. If it wasn't for Ramonita begging me to help you I would have just gotten Bab and left.” I tell him.
“Then why don't you just leave now then?” he asked me angrily.
Lauren has been in a foul mood ever since he read his brother’s letter. It explained everything that happened and why this happened. How it was for his own good and all that but Lauren wasn't happy about it at all.
“I cant, I made a promise and I don't go back on them, ever,” I told him.
“Well, I don't need you here! I will handle my business on my own!” the boy yelled at me having his little tantrum.
“Ok fine, how about we make a deal,” I tell him as I got fed up with his attitude. “Well go outside and I'll give you 5 minutes to hit me once with any weapon you chose. If you can hit me I will take the girls and leave. But if you can't hit me then you will do what I say for the rest of the day.”
“You'll just use a weapon to block my attacks.” he countered.
“Nope, I'll use no weapons, and I'll make this deal to you every day,” I told him before standing up and going to the door. “So make your decision.”
*********************
Bab and Ramonita were still busy with cleaning the room when they heard the argument. Right away they knew what was going to happen and didn't bother to interfere.
“So um, how are you?” Ramonita asked Bab trying to make small talk with her.
“Xupy” she told Ramonita.
“Oh right, no one can understand you without a bond,” Ramonita said remembering that little fact. “Sorry”
Ramonita immediately went back to work picking up the trash now feeling awkward about bringing it up. Bab looked over at her and noticed something about the princess.
“gve cly eoi kjurr gyclupw jvy zucnyl?” Bab asked and when Ramonita looked at her in confusion Bab patted her diaper to emphasize what she said.
“The diaper? Oh, why am I still wearing one?” she asked and Bab nodded. “I don't have my panties with me.”
Bab just looked at her before getting up and walking to Ramonita’s coat and pulled out the underwear she was hiding.
“How did you know where they were?” Ramonita yelled before snatching them from Bab.
Bab just rolled her eyes before pointing at her eyes and then pointing at Ramonita’s crotch.
“Oh, right, you were there when I had the diaper put on me the first time,” Ramonita said as she smacked her face with her palm for forgetting that. “Please don't tell Alex!”
Bab just looked at her in confusion before waving her hand to emphasize Ramonita to go on. after a moment she realized what Bab was trying to say.
“They make me feel better,” Ramonita told her. “I don't know about you, but as the princess of Parïtet, I am held to a very high standard. Every day I have to be the princess and nothing less. I actually really hated the idea of having to wear a diaper at first but if I got even a little amount of freedom from being a princess then it was worth it I thought. But then I had my little...accident.”
Bab watched as Ramonita sat on the bed with a sad yet happy face.
“Anyone else I know would have been disgusted and berated me on how that's not how a princess should act; that I wasn't acting like a lady. Alex, on the other hand, didn't treat me like that. When I accidentally peed in my diaper and was crying like a baby he was just there to comforted me. To tell me I was alright." Ramonita told Bab before her face turned completely sad. "I feel if I put that underwear back on and stop wearing the diaper then I will just wind up being treated like a princess again.”
Bab walked over to Ramonita and took the underwear from her hands before she placed them into Ramonita’s jacket and gave Ramonita a smile and a wink.
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It’s been 10 minutes and Lauren still hasn't made a single hit as I keep stepping backward. All the boy does is blindly swinging a gold staff.
I was quite surprised he had his own weapon when he pulled out a small stick out of his pocket that extended to about his size.
“You give up yet?” I ask him.
“N-no!” Lauren yelled as he tried to make a big swing again and I caught it with my bare hand.
“Well, your 5 minutes are up. do what any noble person should do and accept your defeat,” I tell him before yanking the staff from his hands.
Suddenly my own had caught fire and I had to drop the staff and beat my had on the ground to put out the fire. I completely forgot about that’s what royal weapons did.
“What the fuck! Delayed reaction much!” I say as I look at the staff before looking at Lauren. “Look my deal still stands, you can fight me and challenge me every day but it will always be the same. Or you can choose to listen and let me help you get stronger.”
Lauren just stared at me angrily before running back inside the cabin.
I sigh before I walk back inside myself, not bothering with the royal weapon as I really don't want to set my hand on fire again.
“What's his problem?” Bab asked me as I came back inside.
“At the moment everything,” I tell her. “So how's the room coming along?”
“We just finished. The brats in there right now.” Bab said as I looked up to see Ramonita being shoved out of the room before the door slammed shut.
“I'll deal with him later,” I tell her as I take a seat on the couch.
“So what's the plan now?” Bab asked me as she sat next to me while Ramonita sat on the couch across from us.
“What is she saying?” Ramonita asked me.
“She’s asking what our plans are. To tell the truth I don't know. I want to help him but he’s making it harder for himself. He’s just running out of options.
“But shouldn't the marriage thing still work?” Bab asked.
“No, even if Elroy wasn't planning on killing him, there's no doubt Enedina would have had backup plans. And now if they show up in either kingdom they will most likely be killed by someone. His only option is to get stronger and fight.” I tell them.
“I think I'll try talking to him, maybe I can convince him,” Ramonita suggested before walking into the other room.
“By the way, how's the language barrier?” I asked Bab.
“It's still annoying but at least you can understand me,” Bab told me.
“Is there any way we can get them to understand you?” I asked her.
“Not without forming a bond, or a double bond,” Bab told me.
I remembered back with Noah and Sherry and how we formed that temporary bond, and how they worked until suddenly I got an idea.
********************
“Prince Lauren, mind if I talk to you?” Ramonita asked him as she entered the room.
“Just leave me alone Princess,” Lauren told her as he sat on the pink bed just staring at the floor.
“Please, just call me Ramonita,” she told him. “I wanted to ask you a question, why haven't you started your training?”
“Because my stepmother forced all the royal responsibility on me. I never have time.”
“Prince Lauren you know you can't lie to me about that. Based on your situation, not even your mother has that type of power. You yourself will have to be the one to accept all those responsibilities.” Ramonita told him.
Lauren finally looked up at her and glared at her, before he sighed.
“I don't want to fight my brother,” he told her. “I know I can't win, I know Danilo will try to kill me, and I'm terrified. So I decided to look for another way, a way that doesn't involve fighting and me being killed by my brother.”
“You know there was no way this would have worked. One way or another your mother would have made sure of that.” Ramonita told him.
“I ALREADY KNOW THAT! BUT WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!” the boy screamed at her.
Ramonita then slapped him across his face, Lauren looked at her with shock before his lip began to quiver and tears formed in his eyes.
“You suck up your pride, ask for Alex’s help, and save your kingdom,” Ramonita told him before walking over to the door. “I would at least talk to him, Alex might not look all that impressive, but he’s still a good guy that wants to help you.”
She left Lauren in the room alone with his thoughts.
***********************
For the next few hours, I was looking through everything in the basement until I found a few things that would come in handy. As I was putting some of the stuff back I heard someone come down into the basement. I took a look and saw the prince was standing on the bottom step staring at the floor.
“I'm very sorry for the rude behavior I showed earlier sir Alex. I hope you may forgive me,” he told me.
“Ok kid, 3 things. First, please don't call me sir, Alex is just fine. 2nd, when you want to apologize to someone it's better to look them in the eye when you do.” I told Lauren as he raised his head to finally look at me. “Third, if you're really sorry then follow me.”
I then walked past him, up the stairs and back in the main room. Where Bab and Ramonita sat reading books.
“Ok, so I have something that will make our lives a lot easier,” I tell them all as I hold out 2 bracelets Chet had stored in the basement. One was for Lauren and the other was most likely a spare because it was a lot harder to find. “I want Ramonita and Lauren to form a bond.”
“Wait why?” Lauren asked me as he came into the room.
“By forming a bond you can form a double bond with Bab and me so you can understand what Bab says. ” I told him.
Ramonita didn't need any convincing as she eagerly grabbed a bracelet and slipped it on her wrist.
“Come on Lauren, just trust him just this once,” she told him as I held out the other bracelet for him.
After a moment's hesitation, he took the bracelet and put it on.
After they formed their bond and then a double bound with us we were now set.
“Did it really work?” Ramonita asked before looking at Bab who was still reading her book.
“Bab say something to see if they can understand you,” I tell her.
“Hi Ramonita, and Lauren. what a lovely day it is,” she said without looking up from her book.
“It really worked!” Ramonita yelled excitedly.
“Yep, now let's go Ramonita,” I tell her as I lead her outside.
“Where are you going?” Lauren asked as he tried to follow.
"Ramonita is going to go kill some slimes with me to make you stronger," I told him.
"What?" he asked in confusion.
"With a bond as long as your partner is fighting you both split the experience. since you don't want to do the fighting Ramonita is going to take your place," I tell him. "I want you to stay inside, wouldn't want to risk you getting hurt.”
I then shut the door in his face before he could ask what I meant and leaving him alone with Bab.
“You know he’s right,” Bab told Lauren as he turned to face her. “By relying on Ramonita to fight your battles for you, you’ll undoubtedly get much stronger.”
“But I don't want her to fight my battles. I don't want anyone to fight my battles.” Lauren told her.
“No? Based on what I've heard you didn't want to train before, you wanted to find an easy way out while still knowing they wouldn't work. Then you still fought with the only person who wanted to help you. You left him with no choice but to force Ramonita to fight on your behalf because you're too scared to fight.” bab told him, not once looking at him.
Lauren wanted to yell at her. He wanted to tell her it wasn't true, that he didn't want any of that. But at the same time, he knew she wasn't entirely wrong.
Bab had a small smile on her face as she heard Lauren run out the door and knew we had him where we wanted him.
***********
“Ramonita! I don't want you to fight my Battles!” Lauren yelled at her when he found us killing slimes.
“Prince Lauren, I would suggest you stand back, this is far more dangerous then you can handle,” I told him.
“No! This should be my fight, not yours.” Lauren yelled at us.
“Sorry Lauren, but this is the only way to get you stronger,” Ramonita told him as more slimes started to appear. she wasn't even the slightest bit scared.
Lauren then tried to rush over to help her but I grabbed him by his arm and dragged him away from the slime nest.
“Boy, you are really starting to get on my nerves. You didn't want my help so now because of your stubbornness Ramonita is forced to pick up your slack.” I told him as he watched Ramonita start to become overwhelmed by slimes.
“Please help her! She’s outnumbered!” Lauren yelled at me.
“And why should you care, it’s your fault she’s like that,” I told him. "it's your fault she about to be eaten by slimes."
“Just help her!” he yelled at me again but I bent down so my face was right next to him.
“Help her yourself,” I whispered to him before sliding my pocket knife into his hand and let him go.
I watched as he ran straight for Ramonita to try and save her from the slimes.
***************
“Looks like your plan worked,” Bab said as she sat down next to me to watch Ramonita and Lauren fighting slimes.
Ramonita was having a blast while Lauren still struggled a bit.
“He just needed a little push in the right direction,” I told her before making a few ice crystals and throwing them at the slimes to help make sure the kids didn't get too overwhelmed.
“Do you think he'll be ready to fight his brother?” Bab asked me.
“Nope,” I tell her. “But at least he might stand a chance now.”
Alexander March
Stats- lv17
HP-91 (+4)
Attack-46 (+3)
Defence-43 (+5)
Speed-52 (+2)
Regen-10 (+1)
Manna-50
class-hunter
Skills-beast vision
Weapons- none
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv22
HP-57 (+20)
Attack-11
Defence-11 (+45)
Speed-11 (+9)
Regen-13 (+3)
Manna-180
class-mage
Skills-potion maker
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Ramonita Maynard
Stats- lv7
HP-49
Attack- 11
Defence- 10 (+100)
Speed- 11
Regen-6
Manna-19
class-princess
Skills-royal blood
Weapons- dagger
Element- dark
Partner- Lauren Thacker
Stats- lv4
HP-40
Attack- 7
Defence- 7
Speed- 7
Regen-3
Manna-9
class-prince
Skills-royal blood
Weapons-royal staff
Element- water
Money ----
gold 13)
silver 14)
bronze 1)
copper ?
**********************************
Chet had his hands tied up and was dragged into the throne room where the queen of Parïtet awaited him. His face was bloody and swollen but he still got down on one knee and bowed to the queen.
“It's been far too long,” Chet told her.
“Where have you taken my daughter?” the queen asked him.
“Sorry, but right now I can't tell you that yet,” he told her. Before spitting blood from his mouth onto the ground.
“You can either tell us we're the princess is or we will torture that information out of you,” Elroy told Chet as he stood beside the queen.
“Nice to see you too Elroy, again sorry about the hand by the way. I was originally going for your head.” Chet told him with a smile as he looked at Elroy’s now missing right arm.
“I won't ask again, tell me where my daughter is or…” the queen started.
“Or what? kill me? My mother already wants me and Lauren dead.” Chet told the queen. “that threat won't work on me. But I do have something worth discussing with you…" |
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