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“Lauren you can't just swing wildly like that,” I told him as we did a morning sparring match.
He was still swinging his staff wildly and making it easy to see where they were coming from and easily dodge them. After a little while, I finally swat the staff away with a large stick I found.
“I think you might need a better weapon,” I told him as he picked up his weapon.
“But this is a royal staff. It’s a strong weapon.” Lauren told me.
“Ya, it is a strong weapon. But the owner doesn't know how to use it right and it lost to a stick.” I told him. “Look there are a ton of weapons in the basement, go take a look and see if one of them would be better to use.”
Lauren nodded and ran into the cabin. After what happened yesterday he finally warmed up to me. Especially after I apologized for tricking him into fighting a ton of slimes. Now he at least listens to me a bit better than before.
I then turned my attention to the girls who were sitting on a bench on the side of the cabin talking.
“So what are you two up to?” I asked them as I walked up to them.
“Bab is teaching me how to use my dark magic!” Ramonita told me excitedly. “Watch!”
She then raised her hands out and tried to focus hard on her magic until a black smoke began to appear.
“That's awesome,” I tell her as the smoke disappeared. “By the way, what does dark do?”
“Dark is known as a defensive type of magic,” Bab told me. “Unlike all the other elemental magic, it's the only one that has no real attack magic. Dark will absorb any and all types of energy that touches it.”
“Wait is that what I did to Elroy's light magic?” Ramonita asked.
“Yes, while it was only for a moment you absorbed his light magic. When you get much stronger you will even be able to redirect that type of attack.”
“That sounds like a very good shield,” I tell them.
“Not really,” Bab told us. “Like I said it has to be energy. Light, lightning, fire, and wind are considered energy based while the rest are more physical. While she could absorb my lightning Alex could throw a snowball and it would just go straight through.”
“Ok, now that sounds a bit better. But what else can it do?” I asked. Her.
“Dark users can also make dark illusions but this takes years to learn,” Bab told us.
“Bab please teach me as much as you can!” Ramonita begged her.
I couldn't help but smile at how well they were getting along. It wasn't that long ago that Bab was looking forward to getting away from the orphanage and the kids there but know I can see she's slightly enjoying herself a little. Must be because Ramonita sees Bab as nothing but a normal girl and maybe a friend.
Hell, I wish I had a camera this morning when I went to check on them. Last night Bab was a little miffed that she had to share the bed with someone she didn't really know and even more self-conscious about using her pacifier. But Ramonita didn't mind at all. To her, this was all just fun and she was enjoying herself. Bab herself also seemed to enjoy the bedtime story I told them. Once they were asleep I crept out of the room and checked on Lauren who was fast asleep in Aeva’s pink bed.
When I woke up early in the morning from sleeping on the lumpy couch I decided I would just continue to sleep in my sleeping bag as that was much more comfortable. I decided to check on the kids to see how they were doing. Lauren was fine but I noticed he mumbles in his sleep. As for the girls, I saw Bab half sprawled out on the bed with Ramonita tightly embracing Bab as if she was a stuffed animal.
Bab’s heavily wet diaper was on full display and I figured now might be a good time to change her before it leaked. I somehow was able to quickly and quietly got Bab cleaned up without waking her, but I must have accidentally bumped Ramonita as she lifted her head and rubbed some of the sleep from her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she whispered to me.
“Bab had a full diaper and I'm giving her a change. Would you like one.” I asked her only joking.
But Ramonita got a smile on her sleepy face as I heard a slight hiss coming from her diaper.
“Yes please,” she told me as she rolled onto her back to allow me to change her.
I was a little stunned that she used her diaper right in front of me like it was no big deal, but I did offer a change and I have told her before I didn't mind if she used them.
I quickly got her changed as well, sealing her nice and tight in the soft padding. While I did this she fell back asleep so I threw the blanket back over them both to let them sleep a little while longer. I couldn't help but think how cute they looked sleeping together, almost like sisters.
It was then that Lauren came running back outside to me holding a few weapons. He had with him a small mace and a small sword. Two weapons perfect for his size.
“Okay, let's start your training,” I tell him as I picked up my stick. “Let's see which one fits you better.”
“Alex, wait,” Ramonita said and I turned back to her. “Can you train me as well?”
“But I thought you wanted Bab to teach you magic?” I asked her.
“I do, but I also want to train with you as well,” she told us.
“Why not both?” Bab suggested and we all looked at her. “The prince also needs to learn how to use magic so why don't they take turns being taught by us. I teach one the basics of magic while you take the other out to train and get experience. It's a win-win.”
Thinking about it she was right. Lauren should learn how to use magic and maybe learn he's better at it then using a weapon. While Ramonita just wanted to fight more. Either way, it could work out.
“That sounds like a good idea. Okay then since Ramonita already learned some basics it's your turn, Lauren.” I tell him before Ramonita and I go into the woods to do a little hunting.
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We returned about 2 hours later when the pain from the bracelets got annoying. Ramonita and I killed quite a few monsters and definitely grew a bit.
When we got back we saw Bab soaking wet chasing Lauren and yelling at him for some reason.
Apparently, Lauren really needs to learn better control as he accidentally drenched Bab with a bunch of water. Even Bab’s diaper got drenched and now saged below her short skirt allowing Lauren to learn about them.
I had to explain to him that Bab had a personal problem and needed them, while Ramonita was forced to wear them because of Bab and doesn't have any underwear to replace the diapers.
With the explanation done Bab went into the cabin to take a quick shower and strip from her soaked clothes and diaper. Once she was done and mostly dressed I came in and helped with the new diaper.
“Damn Bab, you really soaked this one.” I joked as I picked up the heavy wet diaper.
She responded by hitting me in the arm.
With that out of the way, I decided to make lunch for the kids before we switched over our training. Lunch was just a simple sandwich with water. Once we were done eating Lauren and I left to train leaving the girls at the cabin.
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“You're getting better,” Bab told Ramonita as she finally managed to recreate the dark wall she used to protect me a few days ago.
“It's all thanks to you,” she told Bab with a big smile on her sweaty face.
“I think that's enough practice for now. Your mana is most likely near empty.” Bab told her as they took a seat on the bench.
“Hey Bab, can you tell me more about you?” Ramonita asked.
“Sorry, but I want to keep a lot of that to myself,” Bab told her not trusting her with that type of info.
“Alright, then how about nothing too personal but practical. Like what's your favorite color, mine is pink” Ramonita asked.
“I like purple,” Bab told her before thinking of a question to ask. “How do you spend your free time? I like to read.”
“In the castle, I didn't get to do much but read. But now, I think I'm going to practice my magic more. What is your strongest personal quality? I think mine is caring.” Ramonita said.
“My magic. What are you most afraid of? I hate slimes” Bab told her.
“To be honest, going back home after all this,” Ramonita told Bab with her smile fading but still trying to act happy. “Do you have a nickname? My mom likes to call me peachy because I love peaches.”
“Some people used to call me the witch of storms, but that was a long time ago,” Bab told her and suddenly realized she said a little too much. And tried to think of something to ask before Ramonita asked anything further. “What embarrasses you the most in front of other people? For me, it's using my diaper for number 2.”
Bab said that a little too quickly and let up a little more embarrassing stuff then she would have liked.
“I don't really know, I'm not around a lot of people often, but I was embarrassed when I peed in my diaper, but I also felt, weird,” she told Bab, not really knowing how she felt about it at the time. “If you had a chance for a “do-over” in life, what would you do differently? For me, I would have run away from home a long time ago.”
“I don't really want to answer that question, can you ask a different one?” Bab asked.
“Alright, then I have a different question for you. What do you think of Alex,” she asked Bab.
“What do you mean?” Bab asked her not understanding the question.
“I already know he’s from the other world and he was forced to make a bond with you. But what do you really think of him?” Ramonita asked and saw Bab have to really think about it.
“He’s warm,” Bab said after a moment.
“Warm?” Ramonita asked.
“Yes. Alex isn't the smartest or the strongest. But I know he will always be there for me when I need him.” Bab said before thinking of something else about Alex.
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“Frost!” I yelled and froze a monkey looking monster before Lauren hit it with the mace killing it.
“I finally killed it!” Lauren claimed proudly.
For the last 30 minutes, he’s been chasing it after he was hit in the back of the head with a rock. But he now looked very proud of himself.
“You're getting better, but I do think you fight better with your sword then mace. It's more balanced for you.” I tell him as I take the mace.
“Hey Alex. why don't you have a weapon?” Lauren asked. “I haven't seen you use one. Only a stick or ice magic.”
“I've had 3 swords but I sort of had bad luck with them. Two of them broke and my favorite sword was stolen from me. After my last one broke I don't think I want to have another sword right now.” I explained to him.
“Then why don't you use one of the weapons in the basement?” he asked me.
“Because none of them feel right to me. They are either too heavy or too light for me to use.” I tell him. “The ones with a good weight to them are the swords and bows. Both of which I don't want to use.”
“But what if we fight something strong?” Lauren asked.
“I'm a hunter class with beast vision, I can see how strong the monsters are around here and stay away from them.” I explained to him “Now come on let's kill a few more monsters before we go back.”
Lauren was getting better with each swing of his sword as I watched him from a safe distance. I was glad to use this time to train myself as well.
My arm soon began to hurt and I knew we had to start heading back now, however before we got too far we both heard a loud screech. We immediately turned around to see one of the scariest things I could have ever seen.
A big mama monkey monster swinging wildly at us. It was about the size of a small child and holding the monkey monster we killed not so long ago.
“Lauren stay back!” I yelled as I used my beast vision to see it was as strong as I was and I immediately started to fire off ice magic at it in hopes of killing it quickly but the monster was too quick and soon swung right into me and knocked me off of my feet.
The monkey then tried to leap over me to get to the prince but I grabbed it by its tail and threw it back.
it staggered a bit before getting its bearings but not before I got back on my feet and ready to fight.
The monster let out another screech before leaping at me. This time I was ready and I punched it as hard as I could, but using its hind legs it grabbed my arm and came back to bite me on my shoulder.
I screamed out in pain and before I could do anything the monster leaped from me and over to Lauren.
Lauren tried his best to defend himself but the monster was too much for him to handle and he was soon knocked to the ground with the monster beating and tearing at him.
I quickly rushed over and using all the strength I had, kicked the monster off of him. The monster got up and screeched again but this time I threw 4 ice shards at it. 3 struck its body.
“Lauren closes your eyes now,” I told the scared boy as he immediately did as he was told.
I walked over to the monster. Weakly screeching at me as I got closer to it. The 3 ice shards hit it in a weak spot but didn't kill it.
While the monster was what attacked us I wasn't going to let it suffer any unnecessary pain. So taking my knife I stabbed it through its heart. Putting it to rest.
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After a while, Lauren and I finally made it back to the cabin. Thanks to my regen the bite was slowly healing itself but I did notice how both Lauren’s and my clothes were completely trashed.
Holes, rips, and blood all over them. How much damage could one monkey cause?
After a quick shower and new change of clothes, I had to make a very big decision. To go to the nearest town and get some supplies or not.
As of right now, we are golden on food and water. However as I look at Lauren now forced to wear my very baggy shirt, which looked like a nightgown on him, I knew we had to get him some new clothes. Plus with Ramonita using Bab’s diapers as well, we are almost out.
We just have a few big problems. First is that people might still be searching for us. Next, the nearest town is a 4-mile hike from the cabin, meaning I just can't go by myself to be safe and I can't leave the prince and princess alone without protection so I'll have to take all 3 kids. But that still left another big problem, and my worries only grew when Ramonita made just one comment.
“I have an idea,” she said with a slightly evil grin...
Alexander March
Stats- lv20
HP-100 (+4)
Attack-54 (+3)
Defence-40 (+5)
Speed-59 (+2)
Regen-13 (+1)
Manna-57
class-hunter
Skills-beast vision
Weapons- knife
Element-ice
partner-Bab Ados
Stats- lv25-MAX
HP-67 (+20)
Attack-12
Defence-13 (+45)
Speed-12 (+9)
Regen-16 (+3)
Manna-200
class-mage
Skills-potion maker (new elixir maker)
Weapons-none
Element-lightning
Ramonita Maynard
Stats- lv12
HP-57
Attack- 21
Defence- 22 (+100)
Speed- 19
Regen-7
Manna-27
class-princess
Skills-royal blood
Weapons- dagger
Element- dark
Partner- Lauren Thacker
Stats- lv9
HP-49
Attack- 19
Defence- 17
Speed- 17
Regen-8
Manna-18
class-prince
Skills-royal blood
Weapons-sword
Element- water
Money ----
gold 13)
silver 14)
bronze 1)
copper ?
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Sherry was pissed as she sat right in front of Aeva at a public restaurant.
Aeva was completely done up, looking nothing like she had a few days ago during the fight. Even with all the wanted posters posted all over town, no one would have recognized her.
The only reason Sherry was here was because Aeva personally called to her in the middle of a crowded street. Sherry wanted nothing more than to arrest this woman but she did nothing at the moment. If they were to fight here she knew there would be many people caught in the crossfire.
“What do you want?” Sherry asked as she sipped some tea. Not once letting Aeva out of her sight. “We already got your master why don't you just turn yourself in now and tell us we're the princess is.”
“You know I saw what you did the other day, how you let go of the boy's leg and let them go. You're very lucky no one else saw what happened.” Aeva told Sherry with a bright smile.
“Let me guess, you want to blackmail me to help you break your master out of jail?” Sherry asked as she remembered her split-second decision to trust Alex when he told her he was trying to save them.
“No, if master wanted out he could do that on his own. master wanted me to find someone to give the queen a special message,” she told sherry as she pulled out a bunch of letters tied together with a single string and placing them on the table.
“And what is this?” Sherry asked not looking at them.
“Master wanted a chance to talk to the queen but knew there would be no chance at that unless he was captured. If he was captured then someone would have undoubtedly got their hands on the evidence we have to prove Elroy was planning all of this.” Aeva told her
“And you expect me to trust you?” Sherry asked her.
“Only if you want to find the princess faster,” Aeva told her as she stood up from the table.
Sherry could immediately feel the quick change in the air pressure around them and immediately knew this was Aeva's only real threat.
‘Follow me and everyone here will die.’
“I’ll look into it,” Sherry said as she finally looked at the letters before looking back up to see Aeva and the air pressure gone like the wind. |
Please Notice Me Senpai
It was a warm sunny day in Tokyo, just days before summer vacation was about to start. Eighteen-year-old high school 3rd year, Megumi Nakamura was hiding around the corner of the school building in an attempt to spy on her crush, Kazuma Tanaka, Kaz for short. Kazuma, who was a year older than Megumi, was currently a 1st year college student. The high school that Megumi was currently attending had an escalator system in which one could move from high school to college without an entrance exam. Luckily for her, the university was on the same campus as the high school so that she could see Kazuma almost any time she wanted. As she peeked around the corner, she watched as another female high school 3rd year confessed their feelings to Kazuma. Megumi couldn’t help but bite her lower lip as she strained to read the situation by watching their mouths and body movements. Although plenty of girls had asked Kazuma out, not one had been successful. However, Megumi knew that it wouldn’t stay this way forever, and so she waited with baited breath, hopefully for a rejection. She was so absorbed in watching the two that she did not sense the person coming up behind her.
“Oh, please notice me Kazuma-senpai,” mocked a male in a falsetto voice. Megumi spun around to see that the man behind her was none other than high school 2nd year Kaito Matsuda, Kai for short. Despite being a 2nd year student, Kaito was the same age as Megumi. In fact he would be in the same year as her if it was not for being held back a year due to illness as a young child. Megumi and Kaito had been close childhood friends up until the 3rd grade when Kaito had been sent to live with relatives in Hokkaido. He eventually returned to Tokyo during his first year of middle school. Since his return, Kaito had developed a habit of playfully flirting and teasing Megumi despite knowing that she was in love with Kazuma. Truthfully, knowing about Megumi’s crush on Kazuma only made him want to do it more. “Oh, Kazuma-senpai can’t you see that I’m the one who loves you,” said Kaito doing his best impersonation of Megumi.
“GO TO HELL!” Megumi quietly screamed as she threw a punch at Kaito’s face. But Kaito easily caught the punch in his hand. Megumi then threw her other fist at Kaito’s smirking face, only to have it meet the same fate as the first one.
“You’re starting to lose your touch Megumi-senpai,” taunted Kaito. With both of her fists caught in his hands, Megumi was completely helpless, or so it appeared. Then without warning, a sharp pain ran up from Kaito’s crotch into his lower abdomen. Looking down, Kaito saw that Megumi had jammed her knee into his groin. Within seconds he was hunched over on his knees, his crotch throbbing from the blow.
“Still think I’ve lost my touch,” Megumi taunted back before returning her attention back to Kazuma and the other girl.
“No, you still got it,” whined Kaito, his voice much higher than we had purposefully done a falsetto voice. Then with all the strength he could muster, Kaito managed to stand up and he too began watching Kazuma and the girl. Not long after that, the girl turned around and with tears in her eyes ran past the corner that Megumi and Kaito were hiding behind. Both Megumi and Kaito turned their attention to the girl. “Poor thing,” he said as he watched her disappear out of sight, “she never even stood a chance.” Suddenly he heard a cough coming from right behind them. Turning around, the duo saw Kazuma standing behind them, his arms crossed. “Busted,” said Kaito as he mockingly raised his hands in surrender.
“How much of that did you guys see?” asked Kazuma.
“All of it,” replied Megumi as she hung her head in shame.
“Oh well, I guess it’s no big deal,” said Kazuma. “I’m sure that rumors will be circulating very soon anyways.”
“Hey Kaz-senpai, how many does that make this week?” asked Kaito.
“She was the eighth one,” admitted Kazuma. “Honestly turning all these girls down day after day, week after week, is getting to be extremely tiresome.”
“Then just pick a girl already,” shouted an annoyed Kaito. “Seriously dude you don’t know how well you have it. While you have girls lining up to ask you out, there are guys like me who can’t even get a measly love letter.”
“It’s not that easy,” said Kazuma. “While it’s true that I have a large group of girls to pick from, none of them interest me in the slightest. I guess I still haven’t met the right girl yet.”
“Maybe you already have, and are just too blind to see it,” muttered Megumi under her breath.
“What was that?” asked Kazuma.
“Nothing,” said Megumi.
“Actually, she was just saying how you are so blind that you wouldn’t find the right girl even if she was standing right next to you,” taunted Kaito. “Isn’t that right Megumi-senp….” Suddenly Megumi’s foot slammed into Kaito’s groin. “Whyyyy?” whined Kaito in a high-pitched voice as he fell to the ground clutching his crotch.
“Changing the subject,” said Megumi, “are we still planning on going for that mountain hike this coming Saturday?”
“Of course,” replied Kazuma as he stared at Kaito who was now in a fetal position. “Although I’m not sure if Kai is going to be able to walk after what you just did.”
“He’ll be fine,” replied Megumi, “and if he’s not then he just won’t go.”
“That’s cold Megumi-senpai,” cried Kaito, doing his best to fight back tears of pain.
“Don’t worry man,” said Kazuma as he helped Kaito to his feet, “we won’t leave without you.”
“Thanks bro,” said Kaito.
“Although, if you didn’t go, the trip would be more like a date between me and Megumi,” joked Kazuma. Megumi perked up at the thought, while Kaito shot Kazuma a hateful glance. “I was only kidding. Now let’s get you to the nurse’s office,” said Kazuma. Megumi watched as they disappeared around the other side of the building and secretly wished that Kaito would decide not to go on the trip. Of course, that dream would be shattered several days later.
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It was Saturday morning as a car pulled into the parking lot leading to the mountain trail. Kaito, Megumi, and Kazuma were in the midst of pulling out their hiking backpacks from the back of the car when the car’s fourth occupant finally stepped out. It was Kazuma’s younger sister Yui, also a high school 3rd year and the same age as Megumi and Kaito. While not one for hiking, she had tagged along because she had heard that Kaito was coming. There were two reasons why this was important. The first was that she had a secret crush on him. The second was a bit darker. She was also secretly into BL and often fantasized about different male pairings, her favorite being between Kaito and Kazuma. “God it’s so hot,” she complained as she took off her light jacket and threw it in the backseat of the car.
“It’s going to be that way for a while until we get higher up on the trail,” said Kazuma. “But I’m warning you now, if you complain the entire time, I’m never taking you with us again. Got that?”
“Yes nii-san,” replied Yui as she slung her bag over her shoulder. “Now let’s get going already.” And with that, the group of four began their mountain hike.
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Roughly an hour into their hike, the group stopped in a grassy clearing for a rest. “Geez,” whined Yui, “How long until we get to the top of the trail?”
“It’s about a three-hour hike so I’d day another two hours,” replied Kazuma as he unscrewed the lid from a bottle of water and drank from it.
“Awww, but my legs are already tired,” Yui cried.
“Quit your whining,” said Kaito, “it’s starting to give me a headache.” He then proceeded to remove his shirt, revealing a white undershirt beneath.
“Why are you wearing an undershirt?” asked Yui. “Aren’t you hot?”
“Of course, that’s why I’m taking my main shirt off, dummy,” retorted Kaito.
“For as long as I’ve known him, Kaito’s always worn undershirts regardless of the weather,” declared Kazuma. He stopped and thought about it for a moment. “Come to think of it, I’m also curious as to why you always wear them.”
“I wear them because I feel like it,” replied Kaito, “there is no other reason.”
“That’s a lie,” declared Megumi. “The real reason he wears undershirts is because regular shirts irritate his sensitive nipples. It’s been that way since we were kids.” Both Kaito and Yui burst out laughing.
“How could you Megumi-senpai?” whined Kaito. “That was supposed to be a secret.”
“I’m sorry, it just sort of slipped out,” said Megumi, her tone telling him that she did it on purpose. Angered by her successful attempt to embarrass him, Kaito decided to spill a secret of hers.
“You know, the beauty about being childhood friends is that you tend to learn embarrassing things about each other. Since you felt the need to embarrass me, it seems only right to do the same to you,” declared Kaito a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
“You wouldn’t dare,” retorted Megumi, although she was now beginning to tremble at the thought that Kaito might reveal the fact that Megumi was in love with Kazuma.
“Go on,” said Yui, “I think it’s only fair after what she did to you.”
“Alright,” replied Kaito as he paused for a moment to think of an embarrassing secret to tell. “Okay I got one. Back when we were kids, our families used to go hiking a lot.”
Realizing what Kaito was about to tell them, Megumi decided it was time to stop him. “That’s enough Kai. I shouldn’t have said anything about your sensitive nipples. I’m sorry, so can we please just put this behind us?”
“Shut up,” shouted Yui. “Please continue.”
“Ok,” replied Kaito. “The thing is that back in those days, Megumi had a severe aversion to peeing outside. In fact, it was so bad that she often wet herself before we could reach a rest area with a bathroom. It even got to the point that her parents started bringing plastic bags and extra clothes…” Suddenly he felt a sharp stinging sensation across his cheek. Turning his head slightly, he saw Megumi was now standing next to him with her hand raised and her face flushed with embarrassment.
“SHUT UP ALREADY!!!” screamed Megumi at the top of her lungs.
“Kai, you really should stop now,” agreed Kazuma, doing his best to diffuse the situation.
“Fine,” said Kaito, “I’ll stop.” As he looked at Megumi, he knew he had seriously pissed her off. “Hey guys, I think I’m going to walk on ahead for a bit.” He then stuffed his shirt into his backpack, slung it over his shoulder and continued along the trail, all the while holding his hand to his now throbbing cheek.
“You didn’t have to go so far as to slap him,” shouted Yui the moment Kaito was out of sight.
“Yes, I did,” Megumi shouted back. “He had no right to say such things.”
“Alright, alright, let’s just calm down,” said Kazuma. “Let’s just all agree to put this behind us alright.” He then proceeded to stand up and began walking off in the direction of some tall trees.
“Kazuma-senpai, where are you going?” asked Megumi. “The trail’s this way.”
“I know that,” he called back. “There is something that I need to take care of. Please wait here. I’ll be right back.” As he turned around, Megumi continued to stare at him as she tried to figure out what he needed to take care of.
“Hey nii-san, are you going off to take a piss?” shouted Yui, her tone strongly implying that she was trying to embarrass him.
“DAMN IT YUI!” he screamed as he ran off, the back of his ears clearly red with embarrassment.
Yui turned to face Megumi, a triumphant smile on her face. “He’ll be gone for a few minutes. I think I’ll take this time to go as well. She then got up and ducked behind some bushes a few yards away.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually going to pee outside and risk someone seeing you,” said Megumi as she looked in the direction of the bushes. No response came. Becoming a little worried, Megumi walked over to the bushes and as she peered over, she saw that Yui had her pants down and was squatting behind the bushes. Megumi stared as a golden jet spewed forth from between Yui’s legs and crashed down like a raging waterfall, leaving only a foamy puddle in its wake.
Suddenly, Yui pinched off her stream and looking up into Megumi’s eyes asked, “Can you stop staring at me? You’re starting to make me uncomfortable.”
“I’m sorry,” Megumi replied as she quickly turned her back to Yui, “it’s just that I was wondering if you had actually been serious about peeing behind the bushes.” By this time, Megumi could feel the first twinges of desperation hit her bladder. It had been almost a three-hour drive to get to the trail head and in that time she had made the mistake of drinking a large mug of coffee. What was worse was that she had forgotten to make use of the bathrooms located at the beginning of the trail head. She reasoned that it would be another two hours before they reached the bathrooms in the picnic area at the top of the trail. Her body began to squirm a bit as she thought about what to do.
“Hey Megumi, can I ask you something?”
“As long as it’s not majorly inappropriate, I don’t see why not.”
“I’ve been wondering something ever since hearing Kai’s story. Megumi, have you ever actually peed outside?” Yui watched as Megumi’s face became as red as a tomato. The fact that she didn’t respond right away told Yui everything she needed to know. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say you haven’t. Am I correct?”
Megumi nodded her head. “You’re right. I’ve never actually done it before. In fact, I’m not even sure if I know how to do it.”
“I can help you if you like,” offered Yui, “but you’ll need to come back here.” Megumi walked behind the bushes. “The first thing you need to do is pull down your pants and underwear and quickly take a squatting position. The longer you take to duck down the more likely some pervert passing by might see you and decide to stay and watch.” Megumi pulled down her pants and underwear and quickly took a squatting position. “The next thing you’re going to want to do is grab onto your pants and underwear and pull them out of the way. After that all you have to do is relax and let it flow.” Megumi watched as Yui resumed her stream. “Ahhhh, this feels soooo good” she moaned as she closed her eyes and allowed the sense of relief to consume her body. Yui then opened her eyes and turned her head towards Megumi, “Now you try.”
Megumi stayed in the squatting position for almost a minute but found herself unable to relax enough to go. Her mind and body were racked with the fear that Kazuma might come back any minute and find her in such a vulnerable position. The very realistic thought of that happening was too much for her to take, and so she quickly yanked her pants up and took off running. “Tell Kaz-senpai that I’m going on ahead,” she yelled before disappearing up the trail.
“Well, this will certainly be interesting,” smiled Yui as she took a tissue from her pocket and wiped off the last few drops. “We’ll see how much nii-san and Kaito like you once you wet yourself.” In truth, Yui was very much an attention hog, especially when it came to her brother and Kaito. She hated the idea that her brother would someday get a girlfriend and spend less time doting on her. She also hated the idea of losing Kaito to another girl, although she secretly didn’t mind if she lost him to her brother. The fact that both her brother and Kaito were giving special attention to Megumi made her a real threat that needed to be eliminated immediately. The best thing about this situation was that this time she could eliminate the competition for their attention without hardly having to lift a finger. As Yui stood up and pulled up her pants, she was horrified to see her big brother was starting to come back into view. Despite being brother and sister, she thought it would be extremely embarrassing to have her brother think that she liked peeing behind bushes. Luckily, he wasn’t looking in her direction, so she was easily able to get out from behind the bushes without her brother knowing what she had done.
“Hey Yui, where’s Megumi?” asked Kazuma as he approached her.
“Oh, she said that she was going to walk ahead of us.”
“I said I was coming right back, why didn’t she wait?”
“Well, she did wait for a while but then got impatient and said it was taking you too long,” lied Yui. She watched with a hint of satisfaction as her brother began squirming with embarrassment. “We should probably catch up to her. At the pace she was walking, I’m sure she’s probably caught up to Kai by now.” As soon as she said that, she noticed a look of jealousy cross her brother’s face. “In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if the reason that those two chose to walk ahead of us was so that they could find a secluded spot off the trail and do some naughty things. For all we know they could be having….”
“Yui,” said Kazuma in a calm voice, his head hung so that his hair cast a shadow over his eyes, making them impossible to see.
“Yes nii-san?” she replied as innocently as she could.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” he screamed as he tightly grabbed her shoulders, his eyes filled with fiery rage.
“Nii-san you’re scaring me,” she said, her body now trembling with fear.
“Don’t say things about her like that. Megumi is not that kind of girl,” he said squeezing Yui’s shoulder’s tighter and tighter as he began violently shaking her.
“Owww, nii-san please let go, you’re hurting me,” she cried, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. As soon as he saw the tears, Kazuma snapped out of it and released his grip before taking a couple steps back. He watched as his sister fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face as a result of the trauma she had just experienced
“I’m sorry,” he said as he kneeled down and wrapped his sister in a tight embrace. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Please forgive me.”
“Ni-san, you jerk” she sobbed as she buried her face into his shoulder, just happy to have her brother back to normal. Of course, what the two didn’t know yet was that Yui’s prediction was partially correct.
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Megumi ran as fast as she could for several minutes, each step jostling the contents of her bladder while simultaneously causing jolts of pain. She ran and ran until finally the pain got so bad that she could run no further. As she slowed to a halt, she could feel her bladder writhing in agony. Taking a step forward, she suddenly felt a wet and familiar feeling in her panties. “Please don’t tell me that’s what I think it is,” she whispered to herself as she reached her hand down the front of her pants and felt her panties. The front was warm and wet. She knew from her experiences as a child that it wouldn’t be long before she’d lose control of her bladder entirely. It was at this point that she had to make a choice. She could either suck it up and find a secluded spot amongst the tree to relieve herself, or she could wet herself. While neither option was necessarily ideal, she thought the first option sounded much better than the second. Finding her resolve, she walked off of the trail to find a spot.
Minutes later, she came across a patch of trees and bushes that could easily conceal her. She quickly settled on a spot behind a bush next to a tall tree. The bush would easily provide cover from anyone in front of her, and the tree would block the view from anyone behind her. As she leaned up against the tree and prepared to pull down her pants, she heard what sounded like a nearby stream. Without thinking she peeked her head around the side of the tree. What she found shocked her greatly. Standing behind the tree was none other than Kaito, dick in hand, as he watered the bark. Before she could stop herself, a scream escaped her mouth, startling Kaito to the point that he almost lost control of his stream.
“WHAT THE HELL?” he screamed as he quickly gained control of his stream though try as he might, he could not pinch it off. Instead he settled for turning his back away from her. As Megumi backed away, she tripped over a tree root and fell backwards. She felt a sharp pain run through her ankle the moment she hit the ground. Kaito saw what happened out of the corner of his eye. He quickly finished up, and then turned around to help, but by that time Megumi had already gotten up and was hobbling away as fast as she could. Kaito quickly caught up with her, and grabbing her shoulders asked, “Megumi-senpai, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she lied, the pain in her ankle nowhere near the pain her bladder was experiencing. “Please let me go, I have something that I need to take care of.”
“Not until you let me see your ankle,” he replied.
“I’ll show it to you later, just please let me go. It’s an emergency.” But by then it was too late. She had reached her limit. Megumi’s eyes widened as she felt the dam gates burst, unleashing a flood of yellow water into her pants. Kaito watched in shock as the crotch of Megumi’s jeans grew darker and darker, all the while spreading down her pant legs and into her shoes. So much was coming out that at one point the crotch of her pants had a waterfall crashing beneath it. Tears of shame began running down Megumi’s face as her body relaxed. The whole incident lasted about two minutes and by the time she was done, the front of her pants was completely soaked, her shoes were flooded with piss, and a small lake and formed in the dirt beneath her. Unable to stand the pain from her ankle any longer, she fell to her knees. Because of how soiled she was, it took her a few seconds to register that she had just fallen into her own piss. She proceeded to bury her face in her hands and began crying harder than she ever had before.
For a moment, the forest was quiet except for Megumi’s hysteric sobs. Finally Kaito spoke up and said, “We can’t have you stay like that now can we.” He then picked her up as though she were a princess and carried her behind some bushes, all the while his white undershirt began turning yellow with her piss. He then gently placed her down and took off his backpack. Rummaging through it, he found exactly what he was looking for, a towel and a bottle of water. He then turned his attention to her. “First thing’s first, we need to get you out of those wet clothes. Take off your pants and then use the towel and bottle of water to clean yourself off. I’ll stand guard on the other side of this bush.” Before getting on the other side of the bush, he took off his undershirt and splayed it on the ground so that Megumi would have something to sit on once she removed her wet clothes. As he got on the other side of the bush and turned his back to her, he said, “Don’t worry, I won’t peek. I promise.”
“Hey Kai,” Megumi said, half expecting him to break his word, but he never turned around. “Thank you,” she muttered so quietly that he just barely heard it. She then went to work taking off her soiled jeans and panties before using the bottle of water and towel to clean herself. After several minutes passed, she called out, “I’ve finished cleaning myself, but what the hell am I supposed to do now?”
“Just hold on a second,” replied Kaito as he began rummaging through his bag once more. Then without looking back, he handed her the t-shirt he had been wearing and a pair of boxer shorts.
“Gross!” she said as she looked at the boxer shorts. “I can understand the shirt, but why the hell are you giving me your dirty underwear?”
“There not dirty,” yelled a blushing Kaito. “Given your past experiences, I figured something like this might happen so I packed a towel and a pair of boxer shorts just in case.”
“If you had that much foresight, then why didn’t you just pack an extra pair of pants or shorts?”
“Because all my pants and shorts would be too big for you. The boxers should at least hug your body tight enough that they shouldn’t slip off. Of course, if you don’t want to wear them, that’s fine too, but you’d be risking exposing yourself to anyone who might pass by. That includes Kaz-senpai.”
“Fine,” she grumbled as she slipped the boxers on. She then threw on Kaito’s shirt over her clothes and it was at this point that she realized for the first time just how different their sizes were. The shirt was long enough that if she were standing, it would likely be enough to cover down to her knees. “I’m covered now, so you can turn around now.”
“Okay, I’m coming back now,” he replied as he walked behind the bushes. As he kneeled down in front of her, he removed a trash bag and a first aid kit from his bag. He then placed Megumi’s wet clothes along with the undershirt she had been sitting on into the bag. Kaito then went about wrapping Megumi’s ankle, which by this point was starting to bruise and swell. “Well the good news is that I don’t think it’s broken, the bad news is that I’m pretty sure it’s a sprain. I don’t think you should walk on it.”
“Then how am I supposed to get back to the others?”
Kaito thought for a moment before saying, “I’ll just carry you like I did just a few minutes ago.”
“Do that and Kazuma and Yui will get the wrong impression about us?”
“So what’s the big deal if they do? I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.” He paused for a moment before realizing what Megumi meant. Kaito averted his gaze as he tried to fight back the urge to cry. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it sooner. Because I have nothing to be ashamed of, I just assumed you were the same way. But I was wrong. Whenever Kazuma’s around, you’re ashamed to be seen with me, aren’t you?” She didn’t respond. “Please tell me I’m wrong. Please tell me I’m paranoid.”
Megumi looked away, “I can’t.” The forest went silent. As she turned to look at him, she could tell by the expression on his face that he was in pain. “Look, it’s not like you even like me anyway. I mean you’re always teasing me and causing problems.”
“Did you ever stop to think that maybe the reason I do that stuff is because I like you but don’t know how to express it?”
“Quit joking around. I’ve known you for a long time. If that were true then surely I would’ve figured that out by now,” she answered, still unable to look at him. Suddenly she felt a hand softly caress her cheek. As turned her head she saw that Kaito’s face was just inches away from hers.
“I’m in love with you Megumi-senpai. I have been ever since we were kids.” From the look on his face, Megumi knew Kaito was serious. Kaito then placed his other hand on Megumi’s other cheek. Then without warning, Kaito began slowly inching towards her. He was drawing closer to her lips. Knowing that she would not be able to fight him off in her current state, she resigned herself to let whatever happen, happen. Megumi closed her eyes and the moment she felt the warmth of Kaito’s breath hit her face, her entire body flinched. She had always dreamt that her first kiss would be with someone she loved, like Kazuma, but now reality was starting to set in. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, Kaito felt something wet hit each hand. He pulled away just enough to see tears running down her eyes. Her expression telling Kaito everything he needed to know.
“I don’t have it in me to fight back,” she whispered, “just hurry up and get it over with.”
“As you wish,” he said. Megumi waited to feel the pressure of Kaito’s lips on hers, but the sensation never came. Instead she felt something press up against her forehead and as she opened her eyes, she realized it was Kaito’s lips. His lips seemed to linger on that spot for what seemed like an eternity but was actually only a few seconds. He then pulled away, and in that moment, Megumi could see the heartbreak in his eyes.
“Why?” she asked.
“Why what?”
“Why didn’t you take what you wanted?”
“Simple,” he answered, “because it was not what you wanted. I won’t do something like that to you if you don’t want it too.” He then turned around. “Get on my back, I’ll carry you back to the others.”
“Okay,” she said as she climbed onto his back. Kaito then stood up, grabbed his bag, and began slowly walking back towards the path. As Megumi clung onto Kaito’s muscular back, she began to think about how much he had changed since they were kids. When they were younger, he had been a small and sickly kid who got picked on a lot and cried easily. Back then she had always been the one to protect him. As they had gotten older, he had become stronger and was now protecting her. Regardless of how much he had changed physically, she knew one thing had stayed the same: Kaito was in love with her. A part of Megumi had always known this, although she had tried to ignore it because she didn’t feel the same way and didn’t want to hurt him. It was only now that she realized that in ignoring him, she had hurt him far more than she ever could by simply rejecting him. “Kaito, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she sobbed as she buried her face into his back.
“That’s not fair senpai,” he whispered quietly to himself, “I’m the one who should be crying.” Not long after that, Kaito and Megumi met up with the others and instead of heading for the top of trail, the group went back to the car. It was a long three-hour drive back, as everyone wondered whether things could ever be the same as they once were. But two things are for certain, love is not without its own unique trials and tribulations, and feelings can change over time.
To be continued…. |
Chapter 2: Stuck on You
It was the middle of the second week of summer break as Kaito Matsuda stepped onto the school’s track field. As a member of the boys track team, Kaito was required to participate in the various practices scheduled throughout the break. He and the other track members had been practicing since 8 a.m. that morning. It was 11:30 a.m. when the team began their final set of laps. As he ran, Kaito thought about the hiking incident almost two weeks earlier. While he had been able to save Megumi from embarrassment by saying that she had tripped and fallen in a large mud puddle, things between him and Megumi had been strained. In fact, he had not seen her since the incident nor was she taking his calls. He knew without a doubt that she was avoiding him and it hurt. Kaito soon became lost in thought. Suddenly a voice rang out from the grassy hill overlooking the track field. As Kaito turned his head, he saw a young girl standing on the hill. “KEEP RUNNING KAI NII-CHAN!” shouted the child, “SHOW THEM HOW FAST YOU ARE!!!” It was Megumi’s younger sister Kotori.
“I wonder what she’s doing here,” thought Kaito. Kotori was only seven years old and Kaito thought that there was no possible way that she could make the thirty-minute walk to the school by herself. Someone must have come with her. Seconds later another voice rang out, confirming Kaito’s suspicions.
“Kotori, how many times have I told you not to run off? You know that I can’t run very far in my current condition,” yelled Megumi as she finally caught up to her little sister. Megumi was wearing a bright pink blouse and a white skirt. Her long brown hair was tied up in a pony-tail and she had a bag slung around her shoulder. Kaito couldn’t help but stare. What had really gotten his attention was how Megumi’s blouse seemed to be hugging her breasts tighter than usual. It was only a matter of seconds before he found himself lost in Megumi’s beauty to the point that he had forgotten about the curve just ahead of him. The moment he realized that he was about to run outside the track lines, he made a sharp turn to correct himself. However, the second he did that, he lost traction before ultimately faceplanting in the dirt.
“Damn that hurt,” he said through gritted teeth as he sat up and brushed the dirt off his shirt.
“Kai nii-chan, are you all right?” shouted Kotori as she ran down the hill, her sister in close pursuit.
“I’m fine,” replied Kaito.
“Are you sure?” asked Megumi as she and her sister approached him. “I mean you did take a pretty nasty spill, which is unlike you. What happened?”
“Oh, I was just a bit distracted is all and I ended up making the turn too fast. I’m fine,” said Kaito as nonchalantly as he could. There was no way he could tell her that it was because he had been staring at her breasts.
“You were staring at nee-chan’s boobs weren’t you,” smirked Kotori. Despite being only seven years old, she was incredibly smart for her age and so perceptive that she could best even adults.
“I was not!” he lied, his face turning red. “I would never do something like that.” He turned his head towards Megumi only to receive a disgusted look. His eyes shifted from place to place as he tried to avoid looking directly into her soul piercing stare. Unfortunately for him, his eyes finally settled on her breasts.
“You’re lying,” said Kotori, “you’re doing it right now.” She paused for a moment before saying something that would embarrass both her sister and Kaito. “Are you doing it because you want to touch them?”
“I DO NOT!” screamed an extremely embarrassed Kaito. As he returned his attention to Megumi, he noticed that she had her arms pressed against her breasts as though she were trying to conceal them.
“So, you wouldn’t do it even if she asked you?” asked Kotori.
“Well, maybe if she asked me to,” admitted Kaito in a moment of weakness.
Before Megumi could call him a pervert, a male voice called out, “Matsuda, if you have time to sit around and flirt with girls, then you have time to run another ten laps. Get your ass in gear now.” Kaito turned around and saw that the captain of the boys track team, 3rd year Seiji Fujimura, was right behind him. Seiji was known amongst the track team as being very strict. He also had a habit of tormenting the first years and anyone else who he perceived as slacking off.
“Right away Fujimura-senpai,” responded Kaito as he jumped to his feet.
“Hold on a second,” said Megumi. “If you take a look at Kai’s legs, then you’d see that he is in no condition to be running another ten laps.” Kaito looked down at his legs and for the first time realized how bloody and torn up his knees really were. As he looked back up at Seiji, he noticed that Seiji’s face looked extremely pale as though he were about to throw up or pass out. Megumi walked up to Seiji and with her best puppy dog eyes begged, “Fujimura-san, could you please find it in your heart to excuse Kai from running those extra laps, at least for today?”
“Well, I uh uh…” stuttered Seiji as his cheeks began to turn red.
“Pretty please,” said Megumi as she tilted her head, bit her lower lip, and batted her eyelashes. Kaito knew instantly that Seiji was no match for Megumi’s charms.
“That’s fine I guess,” mumbled Seiji as he averted his gaze. He then turned to Kaito and said, “But you will be doing them next practice. Do you understand me?” Kaito nodded. Suddenly the group heard a bunch of snickering coming from a group of underclassmen behind them. “And just what do you guys find so amusing that you decided to stop running?” he shouted angrily. No respone came. “Just for that, you can all do another fifteen laps. Now move it.” The group of onlookers scattered as they began running their laps. “Seriously, since when did the track team start attracting a bunch of slackers?”
“Hey Seiji,” said Megumi in a sweet and innocent voice, “can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure,” he replied, having completely succumbed to Megumi’s charms.
“Do you think you could watch my little sister while I take care of Kai’s wounds? It would really help me out if you could.”
“I guess I could use another set of eyes to make sure that these slackers are doing what they are supposed to,” answered Seiji as he thought it over. “Sure, why not.” He then turned his attention to Kotori and asked, “Do you want to help me mess with these underclassmen slackers?”
“Yeah,” smiled Kotori. She loved messing with people, so to her this was like a dream come true. Seiji began walking away with Kotori following behind him. Suddenly Kotori turned around and shouted, “Nee-chan, don’t forget to give Kai nii-chan the bento you spent all morning making.”
“KOTORI!” screamed an embarrassed Megumi, but by this time Kotori was already absorbed in tormenting the other track team members. As Megumi turned to face Kaito, she noticed that he was covering his mouth with his forearm. Megumi knew him well enough to know that he was hiding a big dopey grin behind his forearm. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up,” she said as she walked over to the bench next to the field and retrieved the team’s first aid kit. The two then proceeded to walk up the hill overlooking the field where Megumi could set about treating the wounds without interruption.
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Roughly ten minutes passed before Megumi finally finished patching up Kaito’s legs. As she repacked the first aid kit, Kaito muttered, “Thank you,” but Megumi didn’t seem to hear it. Instead she seemed fixated on the people below who were still running laps. The closer Kaito looked at her, the more he realized that the look of fixation was also mixed with hints of sadness. “You miss it, don’t you?”
“Miss what?” asked Megumi as she switched her gaze from the field to Kaito.
“Running,” replied Kaito as he looked at Megumi’s ankle. Megumi had been the star of the girls track team up until December of the previous year when she blew out her ACL in her right leg. The injury had been so bad that even with therapy, the likelihood of her running competitively again was extremely low. Her chances of rejoining the track team had slimmed down even further following the sprained ankle incident a couple weeks earlier.
“I do,” she answered sadly as she rubbed her leg, “but there’s no point in dwelling on something that nobody can change.”
“Do you mind if I ask what brings you out here?” asked Kaito, doing his best to change the subject.
“Oh right, I almost forgot,” said Megumi as she fished into her bag and pulled out a t-shirt, undershirt, and towel. “I wanted to return these to you but I’ve been so busy lately that I just couldn’t find the time to do it.” Kaito knew she was lying about being busy but decided not to push the issue. As he took his stuff back, he realized that something was missing.
“Where’s the boxers I lent you?”
“Oh, that?” she asked nonchalantly. “I threw it away.”
“Why? I could have still used those.”
“For what? Some dirty fantasy maybe?” Megumi retorted. Kaito went silent. He couldn’t deny that he probably would’ve done something pervy with them had he gotten them back.
“Is bringing my stuff back to me the only reason you came?”
“No, there was one more reason. Kaz-senpai called me earlier this morning saying that he felt bad for canceling your tutoring session for today and asked me if I could tutor you in math in his place.”
“That’s weird,” replied Kaito. “Kaz-senpai told me that he was canceling the tutoring session because of a scheduling conflict but he didn’t say anything about you taking his place.”
“He probably did say something and you just didn’t hear him. I mean you’re always getting distracted by something,” laughed Megumi
“I guess you’re right.” Kaito figured that he had been so distracted lately that it was quite possible that Kazuma had said something about Megumi being his tutor for the day. Suddenly Kaito remembered something Kotori had said several minutes earlier. “Was your sister telling the truth when she said you spent all morning making a lunch for me?”
“I did not spend all morning making it!” denied an extremely flustered Megumi.
“But you did make one, right?”
“Yes,” she replied as she retrieved the bento and a pair of chopsticks from her bag and handed it to Kaito without turning to look at him. “Now don’t get me wrong, I didn’t make this because I like you or anything. I simply made it as a thank you for helping me during the hiking incident and for not mentioning to anyone that I wet myself.” Megumi then felt Kaito’s hands on her shoulders and as she turned her head to face him, she saw a serious look in his eyes.
“Megumi-senpai, I have something important I want to ask you.”
“What is it?” asked Megumi, her heart starting to beat just a bit faster. She wondered if he would try confessing his love for her again. It was embarrassing enough that he had done it after seeing her wet herself but to do it out in the open like this where anybody could hear was even worse.
“Are you a tsundere?” The world around them seemed to grow deftly quiet.
“I AM NOT!” she screamed indignantly. She then paused for a few seconds to regain her composure. “Just eat the damn thing before I take it away from you.” Kaito kept silent as he opened the bento box. The inside was filled with rice, rolled omelets, and tiny wieners cut into a shape that he guessed must have been Megumi’s attempt at making little octopi.
“Itadakimasu,” said Kaito excitedly as he prepared to dig in. He tried one of the rolled omelets first. It tasted extremely sweet. A little too sweet. Not wanting to hurt her feeling by saying anything, Kaito moved on to the weirdly cut wieners. One bite was all it took for him to realize that they were a little underdone. Megumi’s homemade lunch was 0 for 2. Kaito looked down at the rice and whispered under his breath, “There’s no possible way that she could be so bad at cooking that she messed up the rice too. Right?” As he stuck a bite full of rice in his mouth, disappointment set in. The rice was hard and tasted a little burnt.
Megumi must have sensed what Kaito was thinking as the next thing she asked him was “It’s bad isn’t it?” Kaito didn’t answer. “Can you at least give me some honest feedback?”
Kaito took a deep breath and set the lunch box down as he thought about what to say. In the end, he decided that it would be best to be honest and not sugar coat things. “Honestly, the wieners are undercooked, the rice is overcooked, and I think you mistook sugar for salt when you made the rolled omelets. I’m honestly amazed that you’re so bad at cooking.”
“Well, I’m so sorry I’m so bad at cooking,” replied Megumi, doing her best not to cry. “It’s just that it was my first time.” Kaito suddenly bent over, Megumi’s face and highly suggestive words had gotten a rise out of his lower half. Megumi noticed Kaito’s strange behavior. “Do you have a stomachache?”
“Yeah,” lied Kaito as he did his best to conceal the true reason he was bent over.
“Well, it’s not good to lean like that. You should try to sit up. Let me help you.” Before he could fight back, Megumi grabbed him and pulled him into a proper sitting position. It took only a couple of seconds for her to look down and see the real cause of Kaito’s discomfort. “Oh my god!” she screamed as she backed away from him. “Why the hell are you stiff?”
“I couldn’t help it,” whined Kaito. “This is all because of the face you made while saying that it was your first time.”
Megumi stared at it, her face turning an even darker shade of red. She had accidentally seen it during the hiking incident so seeing it stiffen underneath his clothes left little to the imagination. “Just do something about it!” she shrieked as she turned her back to him. Several seconds passed by in silence. Part of Megumi wanted to turn around but the other part was too embarrassed. Suddenly the silence was broken by the sound of chewing. Turning back around, Megumi saw that Kaito was eating from the bento box once more. “Don’t eat that!” she screamed as she unsuccessfully tried to take it away from him. “We both know that it tastes awful, so quit forcing yourself to eat it.”
“I’m not forcing myself to eat it,” stated Kaito with his mouth partially full. “While your cooking is bad, the food is still edible. You worked hard to make it for me so it seems like a shame to let it go to waste.” He paused and thought for a moment about how to say what he truly felt. But given his track record with sticking his foot in his mouth, it came out awkward. “Besides, it seems only right that I get at least one of your first times.”
“Pervert,” said Megumi as she turned her head away from him. “I hope you really do get a stomachache.”
“That’s cold Megumi-senpai,” he whined. Although if Kaito had turned to look at her face, he would have seen an embarrassed smile.
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Meanwhile on the track field, Kotori was starting to grow bored of tormenting the members of the track team. “This is boring,” whined Kotori as she watched the runners enter the fourteenth lap. “I’m going to go hang out with nee-chan and Kai nii-chan.”
Just as she was about to walk away, Seiji placed a hand on her shoulder. “Before you go, I have something I want to ask you.”
“What?” asked Kotori as wicked ideas began to form in her brain.
“Does your sister ever talk about me?” asked a clearly embarrassed Seiji.
“She does.”
“Really?” stuttered an excited Seiji. “What does she say?”
“This is to easy,” Kotori thought to herself as she looked up at the lovestruck track captain. “She thinks that you’re a musclebound meathead who picks on others because he is insecure about his size. Honestly, I don’t know what size she was talking about though because you seem pretty tall. Is there another size that boys should be insecure about?” She paused for a second, before looking down at the poor guy’s crotch. “Could it be that you are small there?”
Before Seiji could say anything, he heard muttering behind him. It was the rest of the track team who had just finished their last lap. They were staring at him with sympathetic eyes. “Don’t look at me like that!” he snapped. But the team kept on staring.
Suddenly, one of the underclassmen walked up and put a reassuring hand on Seiji’s shoulder. “It’s alright senpai,” said the underclassmen. “Tons of guys are insecure about that sort of thing. Hell, I bet you’ll meet a girl who doesn’t care how small it is.”
“IT’S NOT SMALL! IT’S AVERAGE SIZED!”” screamed Seiji, tears starting to form in his eyes. Suddenly he took off running up the hill. The track team turned to look at the little girl who stared right back at them with a wicked look in her eyes and a mischievous smile on her face.
“WAIT UP SENPAI!” screamed the track team as they ran after him, none of them wanting to be her next victim.
“That was fun,” she said as she began making her way towards the hill. “Now it’s time to set my real plan in motion.”
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Kaito had just polished off the contents of the bento box when Seiji and the other members of the track team ran past them. “Was it just me, or did it look like Fujimura-senpai was crying?” asked Kaito.
“He was crying all right,” replied Kotori as she approached the two.
“Kotori, what did you do?” asked Megumi. Kotori knew that if she didn’t think fast, she was going to be in big trouble.
“I just wanted to make him feel bad for picking on Kai nii-chan,” pleaded Kotori. “I didn’t think that he was going to be so sensitive about being called small.”
“You called him small!” laughed Kaito.
“Kotori, that’s an awful thing to do,” scolded Megumi. She then turned her attention to Kaito and said, “You really shouldn’t be laughing. Yours isn’t all that big.”
“How would you know that?” asked a curious Kotori. Her question caused Megumi to freeze up. There was no way she could tell her little sister about seeing it during the hiking trip.
“You know that just because you saw it a couple of times when we took baths together as little kids, doesn’t mean that it is still the same size,” said Kaito doing his best to cover for Megumi.
“Whatever,” replied a flustered Megumi. “Let’s stop talking about this. We should probably head inside so we can start the tutoring session.”
“Fine by me,” said Kaito. “Just let me hit the locker room first.” And with that, Kaito walked off to the locker room. Neither he nor Megumi were aware of the plan that Kotori had in store for them.
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It was a little before 1 p.m. when the trio found an empty classroom in the school. Over the next three hours, Megumi tried her best to explain math formulas to Kaito. The only problem was that Kaito was an idiot when it came to math which meant that Megumi had to go back to the fundamentals. “It’s a miracle that you didn’t have to take remedial classes,” said a mentally exhausted Megumi.
“I probably would have if Kaz-senpai hadn’t forced me to memorize a group of problems he predicted would be on the test,” replied Kaito as he slumped forward on his desk. “Of course, this would go a lot faster if I felt more motivated to learn.”
“I have an idea,” exclaimed Kotori as she looked up from doodling in her activity book.
“If it can help him learn faster, then I’m all ears,” said Megumi as she began rubbing her throbbing temple.
Kotori looked at the two and smiled. “How about this, if Kai nii-chan can learn all the stuff you teach him and answer several problems perfectly, then you have to kiss him.”
Kaito immediately sat up, new found determination in his eyes. “I think that could work.”
“Not happening,” replied Megumi. “Think of something else.”
“Aww,” whined a slightly depressed Kaito. He paused for a moment as he thought about another prize. Just then an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning. “If I can learn the stuff your teaching me, then you have to make lunch for me every school day until you graduate.”
“That sounds more like a punishment to me,” teased Kotori. She had spent most of the morning watching her sister try and fail to make a boxed lunch and had been pleasantly surprised that Kaito had managed to eat the entire thing.
“That’s not funny,” sneered Megumi. “But, if that’s what you want, then I am fine with that.”
“Alright!” exclaimed Kaito as he mentally prepared himself to learn as much as he could. “I’m fired up now!”
“Idiot,” muttered a blushing Megumi, as she looked down at the textbook she had used during her second year of high school.
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Another hour quickly passed, except this time Kaito was beginning to make a little progress. “I think I’m finally starting to get it,” said Kaito excitedly.
“You made a mistake here, here, and here,” said Megumi as she pointed at the problem with her pencil.
“Damn it!” screamed Kaito as he began ruffling his hair.
“I’m getting bored already,” whined Kotori. During the course of the four-hour tutoring session, she had finished most of the activities in her activity book as well as a good chunk of her summer homework.
“Then find something in your bag to entertain yourself with,” replied Megumi. She had been listening to her sister’s moans of boredom on and off for the last half hour and was getting ready to blow a gasket.
“Alright,” moaned Kotori out of boredom. Of course, what Megumi didn’t know was that this had been part of Kotori’s plan all along. While Megumi and Kaito were distracted, Kotori quickly reached into her bag, pulled something out, and quickly hid it behind her back. She then walked over to them. “Can the two of you each raise one of your hands? I want to try this magic trick I saw on T.V.”
“If it’ll get you to be quiet, then we’ll do it,” answered Megumi. She and Kaito then raised one hand each. It happened so quick that neither Kaito nor Megumi had time to react. All the two could do was stare at the handcuffs now linking their hands together. “THIS ISN’T FUNNY. GET THIS OFF RIGHT NOW!” ordered Megumi.
“Ok,” whined Kotori, as she began fake trembling. She then proceeded to empty out the contents of her backpack only to reveal that the key was not in there. “I must have left the key at home.”
“Damn it!” screamed Megumi as she shot up from her chair. “How could you be so careless?”
“I’m sorry,” cried Kotori, now beginning to get a little scared of her sister’s rage.
“Let’s all calm down,” interjected Kaito. “What Kotori did is wrong, but you need to remember that she is still just a child. She is going to make mistakes. All we can do now is try to make the best of this situation.”
“And how do we do that?” snapped Megumi. “We can’t go home like this. How do you think people will react when they see two high school students handcuffed together walking down the street with a small child?”
“I see your point,” said Kaito. “I guess we’ll just have to wait here until it gets dark enough that people won’t be able to see the handcuffs. In the meantime, let’s get back to studying.”
“Fine,” agreed Megumi. And so, they went back to work. Luckily for them the handcuffs had a chain that was a couple feet long.
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Another hour passed before Kotori began complaining again. “I’m bored. Let’s play hide and seek.”
“No,” answered Megumi. “It’s your fault that we can’t leave this room, so you’ll just have to remain bored.”
“Aww,” grumbled Kotori. Although in truth, her plan was working better than expected. Now was the time to execute the second phase of the plan. Kotori got up from her seat, slung her backpack over her shoulders and began making her way for the door.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” asked Megumi, her eyes never leaving the textbook.
“Toilet,” declared Kotori. “I know where it is. I can go by myself.”
“Whatever,” said Megumi, her tone relaying her irritation. “Just don’t leave the building.”
“Alright.” And off Kotori went. Everything was going according to plan.
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Several minutes later, Kotori found herself by the front gates of the school. She had intended to go home without them, but had now realized that she didn’t know the way home. “IT’S YOU!” shouted an angry male voice behind her. As Kotori turned around, she saw Seiji towering over her. “I’m going to make you pay for what you said,” spat Seiji as he grabbed her arm.
“No, please let me go,” cried Kotori as she tried to get free of the large man’s grip.
“Let her go now!” yelled a booming voice coming from behind them. Both Seiji and Kotori looked in the direction of the voice. Standing behind them was none other than Kazuma Tanaka. His facial expression seemed calm. A little too calm. “What do you think you are doing to that little girl?”
“Nothing Tanaka-senpai” answered Seiji as he released Kotori’s arms.
“Kaz!” screamed Kotori as she ran past Seiji and clung to Kazuma’s legs. “I was so scared.”
Kazuma stared at Seiji, his face remaining calm but his eyes were filled with rage. “I suggest you leave before things get ugly.”
“Yes sir,” said Seiji before taking off. Despite being several inches taller and a bit more muscular than Kazuma, Seiji knew that he would be no match for the former high school judo champion.
“Are you alright Kotori?” asked Kazuma as he looked down at the little girl clutching his legs. Kotori simply nodded. “What are you even doing out here anyways?”
“Nee-chan came here to tutor Kai nii-chan in your place and she brought me along because our parents are on a business trip for the next couple days.” Realizing that Kazuma could be her ticket out of here, Kotori began to spin her web of deceit. “To tell you the truth, nee-chan told me that I should find you so that you could take me home while she finishes up with Kai nii-chan”
“Really?” asked a confused Kazuma. “I don’t remember asking Megumi to tutor Kai in my place and I definitely haven’t received any texts or phone calls from her asking me to take you home.”
“That’s because her phone is dead,” lied Kotori.
“If that’s the case, we should probably go find them and let them know that I’m taking you back to your house,” replied Kazuma.
“No, you can’t,” cried Kotori. It was then that she noticed a look of suspicion cross Kazuma’s face. “I mean nee-chan told me not to bother her no matter what. I don’t want her to get mad at me.”
“Alright,” said Kazuma as he finally gave in. “Let’s go.” As they began making the trek home, Kazuma decided to ask Kotori a question that had long been on his mind. “Kotori-chan, why do you refer to Kai as your nii-chan.”
“Because Kai nii-chan is my brother. Or at least he will be when he and nee-chan get married. I mean those two love each other,” stated Kotori. Kazuma froze in his tracks. He wondered if what she was saying was true. As he tried to keep a calm demeanor, he could feel his fists clenching.
“I guess they would make a pretty good couple,” said Kazuma, the words tasting bitter as they came out of his mouth. It was only for a few brief seconds, but Kotori sensed an overwhelming aura of jealousy coming from Kazuma. Realizing that she could step on a landmine at any minute, she decided to stay silent for the rest of the walk home.
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Back in the classroom, an hour had passed by and Kotori had still not returned. Kaito watched as Megumi anxiously fidgeted with her pencil. “I’m sure Kotori’s fine. Knowing her, she probably got bored and decided to take a tour of the inside of the school.”
“Yeah,” agreed Megumi, her thoughts elsewhere. It was then that Kaito noticed that Megumi was tapping her leg on the ground. As he looked closer he saw that she was beginning to squirm in her chair.
“By any chance do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“I do not!” shouted Megumi indignantly.
“Look Megumi-senpai, we’ve been friends since we were little kids so I know when you’re lying. Just admit that you need to use the bathroom.”
“Fine. I need to go to the bathroom. Happy now?” snapped Megumi, her hands now in her lap as she tried desperately to hold back the urge to go.
“Alright then, let’s hit the restrooms,” stated Kaito as he stood up and took a couple steps forward. However, he found himself unable to go any farther as he was still attached to Megumi who was using all her strength to keep him from pulling her out of her seat.
“Are you an idiot?” she screamed angrily. “In case you haven’t noticed, we are hopelessly stuck together. If I go with you into the boy’s restroom, my reputation is as good as ruined. If you go into the girl’s restroom, you’ll be expelled and possibly arrested.”
“Good point,” replied Kaito. “Well there is one other thing we can do.” Kaito walked over to his sports bag and pulled out an empty bottle. “You can go in this.”
“Hell no. I am not going in a bottle while you watch me.”
“I don’t see what the big deal is, I mean you’ve seen me pee and I’ve seen you wet yourself.”
“You’re nothing but a disgusting pervert,” snapped Megumi. “I can hold it until we get these damn handcuffs off.” As Megumi shifted her gaze towards the window, she saw that the sun was already starting to set. “We should probably hurry up and find Kotori.” And with that, the two began their search.
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Almost an hour later, Megumi and Kaito had finished canvassing the entire school and had still not found Kotori. The two were now by the shoe lockers. “Where could that girl be?” grumbled Megumi as she began to hop from one foot to another in desperation.
“Hey Megumi-senpai,” said Kaito as he looked in Megumi’s shoe locker, “I don’t think she’s in the building anymore.”
“What makes you say tha….,” before she could finish her sentence, Megumi saw that Kotori’s shoes which she had placed in her locker were gone. “DAMN IT,” she screamed as she grabbed her own shoes and threw them on her feet. “When I find her, I’m going to kill her.”
“Don’t be so hasty,” replied Kaito as he threw on his own shoes. “She said that she wanted to play hide and seek right. Well if I were a little kid, I would probably hide in that forest-like area behind the university. Although if she is hiding there, we better find her before the sun completely sets.”
“Let’s try your idea,” said Megumi. “That area is not all that big so we should be able to find her.” At least that was what they thought.
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Another hour passed as Megumi and Kaito walked through the forest-like section of the campus. The sun had long since set and the only light they had was that of the moon, the stars, and their cellphones. As they entered a small clearing, Megumi’s ankle which was still recovering from the sprain finally gave out. “It’s hopeless,” sobbed Megumi as she fell to the ground. Tears began streaming down her cheeks. “I never should have yelled at her. I should have gone with her when she went to the bathroom. She could be lying hurt somewhere and it would be all my fault.”
“Stop it!” yelled Kaito as he knelt down and firmly grabbed her shoulders. “This is not your fault. Don’t worry, we’ll find her. I have a plan.” Kaito then opened up the contact list on his phone. Just as he was getting ready to dial the number, his phone went out. “Crap, the battery’s dead. Can I use your phone?”
“Sure,” replied Megumi as she tried to wipe the seemingly endless stream of tears from her face. She watched as Kaito began dialing a number. “Who are you calling?”
“Kaz-senpai. Knowing him, he’s probably still on campus. Maybe he can help us search.”
“You can’t!” screamed Megumi as she grabbed his arm
“And why the hell not?”
“Because it would be bad if he saw us like this.”
An angry look washed over Kaito’s face. “What’s more important to you? Finding your little sister or protecting your image in front of Kaz-senpai.” Megumi remained silent as she let go of Kaito’s hand. “Thought so.” Kaito hit the call and speaker buttons and waited patiently.
“Hello. Megumi, where are you?” asked the voice on the other line.
“Hey Kaz-senpai, its Kai. Kotori-chan’s gone missing and we need your help finding her.”
“She’s not missing,” replied an extremely confused Kazuma. “She’s here with me at Megumi’s house.”
“She’s what?” yelled Megumi, both angry and relieved at the same time.
“I said that she and I are at your house. She told me that you asked her to find me so that I could take her home. I’m guessing that was a lie.”
“Of course it was!” screamed Megumi. “How could you be so stupid as to believe that I would make that request of you without calling or texting first?”
“I’m sorry,” said the voice on the other line.
“Well whatever. At least we know she’s safe. Kaito and I will be heading back there now. Could you please watch her until we get there?”
“No problem,” answered Kazuma. “I’ll see you guys when you get here. Bye.” And with that, the connection was severed.
“Well that solves one problem,” declared Kaito as he handed the phone back to Megumi. “Now I can solve the other problem.” Megumi watched as Kaito turned his back to her and walked as far away as the chain would allow. She then heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and a brief rustling of clothes. Then with the full moon illuminating the clearing, Megumi watched as a stream fell between Kaito’s legs. “Damn, I thought that I was going to wet myself for a second,” he moaned as relief engulfed his body.
“You’re a pig,” grunted Megumi as she felt her body slowly succumbing to the desire to pee.
“Why don’t you just pop a squat?” asked Kaito, never once turning his head back. “I promise I won’t look.”
“Even if I believed you, it’s not as simple as that.”
“Why not?”
“Because even if you don’t turn around, you’ll still be close enough to hear and possibly smell it.”
“If that truly is the problem, then I’ll just sing a song while trying not to inhale through my nose.”
“That’s still not good enough. Honestly, I think I can hold it long enough to make it home. After all it’s just a matter of mind over bladder,” she said trying to reassure herself. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. The moment she tried to stand up, she felt something warm and wet run down her legs. “Damn it,” she shrieked as she placed her hands to her crotch and applied pressure, hopping that it would be enough to stop the leaking flood gates.
“What’s going on?” asked Kaito as he finished up and turned around. Megumi was standing in front of him, a small patch of her once white skirt was dyed yellow. As he looked down, he could see droplets running down her legs.
“I think I managed to stop most of it,” sobbed Megumi. “I think I can hold out until I get home.”
“Quit lying to yourself,” snapped Kaito. “Why can’t you just throw away your pride for once and pee outside?”
“BECAUSE I’M SCARED!” she cried at the top of her lungs. “Because I’m scared.”
“There’s nothing to be scared about. Just let me help you.” Seeing no other option, Megumi nodded her head. “Do you think your ankle can support a squatting position?” Megumi shook her head. “Alright then, I’m going to need you to take off your soiled skirt and panties.
“Are you crazy? I am not doing that.”
“Do you want my help or not?” asked Kaito, his tone becoming more and more aggressive. “It’s not like I can even see that much when it’s this dark anyways.”
“Fine,” relented Megumi as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. As she bent forward to pull down her panties, she noticed how yellow they had become. The front was so wet that drops were falling down to the grass below. She cringed a bit as she grabbed hold of her soaked panties and pulled them off. “What now?” she asked as she placed a hand in front of her exposed nether region.
“I’m going to pick you up,” replied Kaito. Before Megumi could protest, Kaito ducked behind her, wrapped his forearms underneath the back of each of her legs and hoisted her up above his waist. He then splayed Megumi’s legs out as far as he could without risking injury to her hips.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Megumi protested.
“Helping. If you don’t like it you can punch me later. Now shut up and pee already. You’re starting to get heavy.” A couple minutes passed but nothing happened.
“I can’t. I just can’t,” she responded. “No matter how much I try, my mind won’t let me go.”
“Well then I guess will just have to force your mind to think of something else.” Suddenly Kaito bent his head forward and blew into Megumi’s ear.
“Don’t do that!” cried Megumi. “You know I have sensitive ears.”
“That’s the point,” replied Kaito. He then began blowing into her ear. A moan escaped Megumi’s mouth. Realizing that what he was doing wasn’t working, he resorted to gently nibbling her earlobe. Once again a moan escaped her body, but nothing else. Kaito’s arms were beginning to get tired and his knees were beginning to bend forward under the strain. He knew he didn’t have long until his arms would give out. With no other alternative, Kaito leaned in and whispered, “I’m sorry about this Megumi-senpai.” He then stuck his tongue in her ear and began moving it around.”
“AHHHHH,” screamed Megumi at the top of her lungs as the shock of Kaito’s tongue in her ear caused her to close her eyes. The stimulation was enough to shift her mind’s attention elsewhere. Within seconds, the dam burst, sending a torrential river of gold several inches into the air before crash landing a couple feet away. As she opened her eyes, she watched the jet coming from between her legs. “I’m doing it. I’m actually doing it.”
“Try to push a little harder please. It’s starting to drip down onto my legs.”
“Okay,” agreed Megumi as she pushed with all her might. The two of them watched as her stream went from spraying two feet ahead of them to spraying almost four feet away. “Hey Kai, if you tell anybody about this, especially Kaz-senpai, I swear I will rip your balls off and force feed them to you.”
“That’s a lovely image,” laughed Kaito, although he knew that she wasn’t joking. From the time that the jet first started until the time it petered out into mere droplets, three minutes had passed. After setting her back down in a dry patch of grass, Kaito fished through his sports bag and took out the towel Megumi had given back to him along with the shorts he had worn during track practice. “I know that there a little bit sweaty but it will have to do.”
“Thank you,” she muttered as she grabbed the towel and shorts. After cleaning herself up, Megumi looked at Kaito whose pants were slightly wet below the knees. “What are you going to do? You’ll look weird if you go back with piss spots on your pants.”
“Not a problem,” responded Kaito as he bent down and began unzipping the legs of his pants. “Good thing I had these imported from the U.S.” By the time he was done, his pants had become shorts. He then proceeded to gather everything up and threw it in his sports bag. “We should probably hurry back. I’m sure Kaz-senpai is getting worried.”
As Kaito prepared to squat down so that Megumi could climb onto his back, she stated, “Riding on your back makes me feel motion sick. Just carry me in your arms.”
“Are you sure about that? People might see that and get the wrong idea.”
“Honestly I’m too tired to care. Please just take me home.”
“As you wish Megumi-senpai,” replied Kaito
“Oh, and please stop calling me senpai. Just call me Megumi like you used to when we were kids.”
“As you wish Megumi.” He then lifted her up in his arms as though she were a princess. Megumi felt her heart beat faster and she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. It was strange, the first time Kaito had carried her, she felt nothing but embarrassment. But this time, she felt relaxed. She soon found it hard to keep her eyes open. While struggling to stay awake, she heard Kaito softly whisper, “It’s okay if you want to sleep. I’ll wake you up before we reach your house.”
“Ok,” yawned Megumi as she closed her eyes and leaned against Kaito’s chest. As she began falling asleep, she could hear Kaito’s heartbeat. She had heard it before when they used to play doctor when they were little. But this sound was different. It was no longer the sound of a frail and sickly boy but the sound of strong and healthy man. As she let the sound of Kaito’s heartbeat lull her to sleep, she found herself thinking that she had never felt safer in her entire life than in that moment. The last thought that entered her mind before she drifted off was this: “Maybe I could learn to love him.”
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“Megumi. Megumi, it’s time to wake up now.” The sound of the voice awaking her from her slumber sounded sweet, yet different from the one she had been talking to before she fell asleep. As she opened her eyes, she found herself laying on the couch in her living room. Turning her head in the direction of the voice, she was given quite a shock to see Kazuma sitting on the floor beside her. “You’re finally awake I see. You’ve been asleep for about an hour now.” Megumi began scanning the room but did not see Kaito.
“Where’s Kai?” Had Megumi been fully awake at the time of asking her question, she might have seen the flash of jealousy spread across Kazuma’s face.
“He’s borrowing your washing machine. Don’t worry. He already explained everything to me about Kotori handcuffing you two together and you falling in muddy ditch behind the school while you were looking for her. I’m starting to wonder if falling in mud is going to be a pattern for you.”
“Maybe,” she chuckled.
“Well, I should get going,” said Kazuma as he stood up. “I’m sure that Yui is wondering where I am.” Megumi got up off the couch and walked him to the door. “Megumi, you know if you ever need anything, don’t be afraid to ask me. If you’re ever in trouble I will drop what I am doing and come to your aid.”
“I know that,” replied Megumi. “I just wish I could repay you for helping me out like you did tonight.”
Without warning, Kazuma leaned in and kissed Megumi on the cheek. “You just did,” he winked. Megumi held her cheek as she watched him leave.
“That sly son of a bitch,” called a male voice behind her. Megumi quickly spun around and saw both Kotori and Kaito standing by the steps.
“Hey nee-chan, how’ve ya been?” smiled Kotori.
“THERE YOU ARE!” shouted Megumi as she stormed over to Kotori. Before Kaito could intervene, Megumi raised her hand and slapped Kotori hard enough across the cheek to knock her down. “How can you be so damn selfish. Do you have any idea the hell you put everybody through?” As she swung her hand for another strike, Kaito quickly intercepted it with his hand. “Let me go,” grunted Megumi as she stared him down.
Kaito shook his head, “I can’t do that. Kotori is just a kid, I’m an adult. If you still feel the need to strike her, then strike me in her place.” Filled with rage, Megumi raised her free hand and slapped him as hard as she could. “Hit me again.” She did. “Again.” She did. “Don’t stop until all your rage is gone.” Megumi launched a barrage of slaps. She would use her right hand and then her left and then back to her right before repeating the process all over again. Through it all Kaito never once raised a hand against her nor did he try to block the hits. By the time the tenth round of slaps hit, Kaito’s lower lip was busted open and beginning to swell.
“Nee-chan stop!” cried Kotori her eyes filled with tears. Realizing that her sister wouldn’t stop anytime soon, Kotori jumped to her feet and ran out the door. The moment she was gone, Kaito finally decided to block Megumi’s slaps.
“That’s enough,” he said before walking past her. “I’m going to go retrieve your sister. Hopefully by the time I come back you’ll have come to your senses.”
“Fuck you,” panted Megumi as she fell to her knees. She watched as Kaito disappeared into the night.
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Kaito found Kotori minutes later at park near her house. It was the same park that Kaito and Megumi used to play at when they were children and where Kotori now played. As he entered the park, he saw the young girl sitting on one of the swings. “Do you mind if I sit here next to you?” he asked. Kotori shook her head. Kaito slowly sat down on the swing.
“Can I sit in your lap like I used to?” asked Kotori, her eyes filled with tears. Kaito nodded. Kotori got up from her swing and sat on Kaito’s lap. She gently touched his bruised and swollen face. “My sister already hates me. Now you must hate me too.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Kaito. “There is nothing you could do that would make me hate you. I’m sure Megumi feels the same way. In fact, Megumi was really worried about you. She even cried when she thought that you might be lying injured somewhere. As an only child I don’t know what it’s like to have siblings, but I do know this. Megumi loves you very much. If she didn’t, she probably wouldn’t have gone ballistic like that.”
“Do you really think so?”
“I know so. Now do you want to tell me what you were trying to accomplish by doing this?”
“I just wanted to help you guys get closer. You haven’t been coming around as much lately and so I thought that if you two became boyfriend and girlfriend things would change. What I really want is for you two to get married so that you could become my real brother.”
“I’m sorry but that is not going to happen.”
“Why?”
“Because your sister is in love with somebody else,” Kaito hesitated for a moment. “She is in love Kaz-senpai.”
“So what? You’re way better than that guy.”
“Maybe so but it doesn’t matter. I already confessed my love to Megumi and she shot me down flat.”
“But you still love her right? Can’t you make her change her mind?”
“I could try, but that would be extremely selfish. You see, when you truly love someone, sometimes you have to sacrifice your happiness for theirs. It is because I love her that I have decided to support her no matter who she chooses.”
“But if she ends up with Kaz, then what will happen to you?”
“Like I said, I’ll support them with everything I’ve got, no matter how much it may hurt.”
“If she ends up marrying him, will you still be my nii-chan?
“Always,” replied Kaito, his smile mixed with hints of pain and sadness.
“You’re in pain, right? Why aren’t you crying?”
Kaito gently placed his hand on the little girl’s head as she continued to look up at him. “Because it would make Megumi sad. I love her too much to put her through that. Even if I could just stay by her side as a loyal friend, that would be more than enough for me.”
Tears began running down Kotori’s cheeks. “If you can’t cry, then at least let me cry for you.” She then buried her face in Kaito’s shirt. Kaito held her in his arms until she eventually cried herself to sleep minutes later.
He then gazed up into the sky and muttered to himself, “These Nakamura sisters don’t play fair at all.” As he shifted his gaze back to the ground, he noticed a long shadow moving towards him. Looking up from the shadow, he was shocked to see Megumi standing there, tears were flowing down her cheeks. Kaito stood up and carried the sleeping Kotori over to Megumi. “How much of that conversation did you hear?” he asked as he handed Kotori over to Megumi.
“All of it.” With the sleeping Kotori now in her arms, Megumi turned around and walked a few feet away from Kaito. “Kai, I want you to do me a favor. Don’t come near me nor Kotori for a while. I have a lot of things I need to figure out and I can’t do it with you around.” As she took a brief look back, she saw a single tear run down Kaito’s face. “I’m so sorry,” she said before running off.
Kaito was once again left alone in the darkness, wondering whether loving her was truly worth it. Looking up at the moon one final time he said to himself, “If I hadn’t been forced to move away back then, maybe things would have turned out differently between us.” As he began his trek back home, he was completely unaware of the figure hiding amongst the shadows of the park’s trees. The figure watched him walk out of sight.
“Oh my, it looks like I’ve stumbled on something rather interesting,” said a female voice. “This could be fun.”
To be continued…. |
Part 3: Kiss the Girl
“Is this a dream?” Kaito thought to himself as he looked at the cherry blossoms on the trees. He could feel a warm breeze as the blossoms began scattering around him. As he watched some of the petals hit the ground, he began to reflect on how something so beautiful was also so fleeting. It wasn’t long before he felt a petal on his hand. Looking down, he noticed that something was different. The hand he was looking at was his, but it was smaller. Jumping to his feet, he realized that not only had his hand shrunk, but so to had the rest of his body.
“Kai-chan,” called a female voice. He could not recall whose voice it was but it sounded familiar. Turning around, he saw a young girl standing behind him. She couldn’t have been more than eight or nine years old. Her face was silhouetted against the setting sun.
“Who are you?” he asked, only his voice sounded like it did before puberty. It was only then that he realized that he hadn’t shrunk, rather he had been reverted back to a younger self. The girl was deaf to his question.
“Kai-chan, promise me that we’ll always be together. Promise me that you’ll never love anyone but me,” said the girl.
“I promise, and if something happens that we get separated from each other, I swear I will find you,” responded Kaito. The words were coming from his mouth, but they were not his. It was as if an invisible force was compelling him to say it.
“I promise that I will love only you, Kai-chan,” said the girl as she stepped closer to him. She then reached into her skirt pocket and pulled out a wrapped caramel. “My grandmother once told me that a caramel and its wrapper are bound together by fate. Together they are safe. But should the caramel be unwrapped, it will surely be eaten and the wrapper thrown away. Separated, they are destroyed. We are like this candy, you are the wrapper and I am the caramel inside. By making this promise to each other, our fates have become bound, neither of us able to truly exist without the other.”
Kaito thought about what the girl just said. “What do you mean that neither of us can exist without the other?” he asked, his thoughts spinning. But the girl did not answer. Suddenly the space around them began growing dark. Then to his horror, he saw that the girl was being slowly swallowed up by a dark blob. “Don’t go!” he shouted desperately trying to grab hold of her hand. “At least tell me who you are.”
“Please find me Kai-chan!” called the girl just as the darkness completely enveloped her. Kai was now alone. As he looked down, he found he too was now slowly being swallowed up as well.
“I SWEAR I’LL FIND YOU!” he screamed as he too was consumed by the darkness.
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“AHHHHH,” screamed Kaito as he shot up. Looking around, he saw that he was in his bedroom. Suddenly he felt his lungs begin to tighten and his airway begin to close up. He found himself gasping for air. “Not now,” he wheezed as he threw open the drawer of his night stand and began desperately rifling through it only to find that what he was looking for wasn’t there. Scanning the room, he saw that the object he was looking for was at his desk which was on the opposite side of the room. Kaito managed to get himself to his feet, only to fall to the floor with a loud thump after taking a couple of steps. He was beginning to lose consciousness.
Just as his eyes began to close, his bedroom door was violently flung open. “Kaito, what’s going on?” asked a female voice. Kaito couldn’t respond. With his last bit of strength, he motioned to his desk. The woman ran over to the desk, grabbed the object, and plopped down next to him. Gently cradling his head in her arms, she placed the bottom of the object in his mouth. “Just breath,” she said as she pressed down on the button at the top of the object. He inhaled deeply. Seconds past before the button was pushed a second time. The inhaler was removed from his mouth shortly thereafter. “Everything is going to be alright now,” cooed the woman as she began gently rocking him in her arms.
“Thanks,” he panted as he slowly began to steady his breathing.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve had an attack this bad,” said the woman. “Maybe we should go to the hospital.”
“I’m fine mom, I don’t need to go to the hospital,” replied Kaito. “I think I just need to rest for a bit.”
“How can you say your fine?” cried his mother, tears beginning to fall down her face. “You collapsed on the floor and almost lost consciousness. What would you have done if I wasn’t here? I could have lost you.”
“I’m sorry mom,” said Kaito, trying to fight back tears of his own. “I’ll go to the hospital.” As his mother left the room to go wake his father, Kaito’s mind shifted back to the dream. It felt way to real, as though it had really happened. His thoughts were interrupted when his father burst into the room, scooped him up and carried him to the car. This was an action that happened many times during his childhood, although Kaito was extremely surprised that his father still had the strength to carry him even now. As his family sped off for the hospital, he began to fall asleep again. The last thought that crossed his mind before losing consciousness was this: “I swear I’ll find you. Please wait for me until I do.”
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It was the Friday of the second week of summer break as Megumi strolled through the halls of the school. She had just finished working on one of her many summer homework assignments in the school’s library and was preparing to head home. The library was on the third floor of the school, which meant that Megumi would have to walk down three flights of stairs. Normally this wouldn’t have been a big deal, but her ankle was still recovering from the sprain almost two weeks earlier. It also didn’t help that it had started hurting again after searching the entire school for her little sister almost two days earlier. “This sucks,” she complained as she began to imagine how much it was going to hurt to walk down the three flights of steps. As she turned the corner, she saw a girl crouched down next to one of the classrooms, one ear firmly planted to the door. It was Yui Tanaka, Kazuma’s younger sister. “Yui what are you doing?”
“SHHHH,” she whispered loudly before returning her attention back to the door. Her face was red and she was panting. A small trickle of blood was beginning to run from her right nostril.
“Don’t you shhh me,” replied Megumi as she approached her. But Yui was too absorbed in whatever was happening on the other side of the door. Megumi ducked down next to her and asked, “What’s got you so fascinated?” She could faintly hear two male voices coming from the room, but she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Her curiosity peaked, Megumi placed her ear against the door and listened.
“I don’t know about this senpai, I think the hole is too small,” said a boy who sounded a lot like Kaito.
“Don’t worry, I’ll stick it in gently,” replied the other boy who sounded a lot like Kazuma. Silence quickly followed.
“Oh no, it’s going to get stuck!” cried Kaito. “I told you the hole wasn’t big enough. You need to pull it out now.”
“I can’t,” grunted Kazuma. “It won’t come out. Try and stay perfectly still while I pull it out.”
“Oww, it hurts,” whined Kaito. “Oh god, I think I’m bleeding.”
“Just try to hang in there,” cried Kazuma, “I think it’s almost out.”
“AHHHH!”
Unable to take anymore, Megumi jumped to her feet and threw open the door. Both she and Yui stared in shock at the two boys. Kaito was bent over one of the desks with Kazuma right behind him. “JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU GUYS THINK YOU’RE DOING?” shrieked Megumi. Both boys spun around. It was then that Megumi noticed that both Kaito and Kazuma had portions of their hands stuck in a large can of potato chips.
“I was reaching for the last chip in the can when my fingers got stuck,” whimpered Kaito who was now kneeling down on the floor like a child being scolded.
“And I got my hand stuck when I tried to pull his fingers out of the can,” added Kazuma who was also now kneeling on the floor.
Megumi stared at the two boys in disbelief. “You two are idiots,” she scolded. “Even little kids know that you’re supposed to shake the last chip out of the can.”
“Sorry,” replied the two boys in unison.
“Hold on a second and I’ll get you two out of there,” said Megumi as she reached into her school bag and pulled out a small bottle of lotion. She then walked over to them and poured a little on their hands and inside the can. “Now pull,” she ordered. The boys did as she said and sure enough, their hands slipped right out. “Thank god that this was all just a big misunderstanding and not something else.”
“Misunderstanding?” asked a confused Kazuma as he stood up.
“Wait a second,” seconded Kaito as he also got to his feet, “what did you think we were doing?”
Megumi blushed in embarrassment. “Please don’t make me say it.”
“Come on Megumi, just tell us,” demanded Kaito.
“Yeah, I think we deserve to know,” chimed Kazuma.
“She thought that nii-san had finally given into his animalistic lust,” interjected Yui as she wiped the tiny trickle of blood coming out her nose. The two boys stared at her in confusion while Megumi hid her face in her hands out of embarrassment. Yui stared at her brother. “It’s a perfectly logical conclusion given the conversation that we heard and the position that we found you in. I mean it looked like you had Kai bent over the table and were giving it to him hard.”
“It’s not like that!” screamed Kazuma, finally understanding what his sister meant.
“Kazuma is the last person that I would want to do something like that with,” added Kaito. He suddenly felt that someone was glaring at him. Turning his head, he saw it was Megumi.
“So are you saying that you’d be perfectly fine with any other guy doing that to you,” asked a disgusted Megumi. The room went silent. Kaito looked around and saw that both Kazuma and Yui were now staring at him.
“You know damn well that is not what I meant,” said Kaito rubbing his bleeding hand.
“Hey Kai, let me see your hand for a second,” said Yui. Kaito did as he was told. He watched as Yui removed a handkerchief from her skirt pocket and wrapped it around his hand. “That should do it,” she declared as she tightened part of the cloth into a knot.
“Thanks, Yui-senpai,” he replied as he looked down at the cloth. “I’ll be sure to wash it before I return it.”
“You can keep it,” responded Yui, her cheeks slightly red. “I have plenty more at home.”
“Anyway,” said Kazuma, “Kai and I better get back to the tutoring session. Unless you two have something more to say, I would kindly ask that you leave so as not to distract Kai any further.”
“Actually, there is something that I wanted to say,” answered Yui. She then began fidgeting, her face now beet red. “Hey Kai, are you free tomorrow?”
“I was going to go to track practice, but it got cancelled for the rest of the week due to an incident that happened on Wednesday,” he lied. The truth was that because of the asthma attack two days earlier, his doctor had forbidden him from participating in track practice for a week. While he felt bad for lying, Kaito didn’t want to worry anyone, especially Megumi since she was the only one in their circle of friends who knew about his condition. “I guess I’m free tomorrow. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just that I have two tickets for that sci-fi/horror film about zombie aliens and I was wondering if you would care to join me.”
“You actually got tickets?” shouted an excited Kaito as he tightly grabbed Yui’s shoulders and began shaking her. “That show’s been sold out for the last three weeks. How did you get them?”
“I won them in a lottery at the local market,” replied a now slightly dizzy Yui. “Now could you stop shaking me before I throw up?” Kaito quickly let go of her and took a couple steps back. It took Yui a few seconds to regain her composure. “So, it that a yes?”
“Hell yeah,” screamed Kaito.
“That’s great,” replied Yui.
“No that’s not great,” said Kazuma. His response shocked the other three. “I have nothing personally against Kai, but you’re crazy if you think that I’m going to let you go out on a date with a guy like him.”
“That’s harsh man,” complained Kaito, not sure whether to feel insulted or not.
“It’s not a date,” denied Yui. “Besides what should it matter to you who I choose to date.”
“It matters because I’m your older brother,” snapped Kazuma. “Mom and dad put me in charge before they left for their business assignment overseas. Thus, what I say goes. You’re not going with him and that’s final. If you need someone to go with you, then I’ll go.” The room was silent for a moment. Suddenly the sound of sniffling filled the air. It was Yui who was now fighting back tears of embarrassment and anger.
“BAKA!” she screamed before turning around and bolting out the door. “I HATE YOU NII-CHAN!”
“Wow,” said Megumi as she watched Yui run out the door. As she turned her attention back to Kazuma, she saw that he was now on his hands and knees, an aura of depression emanating from his body.
“She hates me?” repeated Kazuma over and over again.
“Well, I think that’s pretty much it for this tutoring session,” declared Kaito as he stuffed his study materials in his bag and threw it over his shoulder. “I’ve got a bunch of things I need to take care of so I’m going home.” And with that, he left the classroom. Of course, what he had said was a lie. The true reason that Kaito wanted to get out of there was that he was still reeling from Megumi ordering him to stay away from her. Just being near her was enough to nearly drive him to tears.
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Kaito was almost at the front gates of the school when he heard a voice call out, “Hey Kaito, wait up!” He turned around and was shocked to see Megumi quickly hobbling towards him.
“I thought you wanted me to stay away from you,” he said coldly. Kaito’s words stopped Megumi dead in her tracks. “What do you want?”
“I just wanted to know whether you’re really going through with the date tomorrow.”
“Why do you want to know?”
“No reason,” replied Megumi as she gazed at her feet.
“First off, it’s not a date. Secondly, even if it were a date, it’s really none of your business,” shouted Kaito.
“Why are you acting so cold?” asked Megumi, her body starting to tremble a little.
“I’m the one who’s acting cold?” snapped Kaito shaking his head. “I’m not the cold one here. It’s you. Ever since I confessed my love for you, all you’ve done is avoid me or tell me to leave you alone. Do you have any idea how horrible it feels to have the person you love most do something like that to you?”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
“You’re sorry?” echoed an angry Kaito. He then turned his back to her. “Do whatever you want, but I’m done playing these games with you.” He then began walking away.
“Quit treating me like I’m the only one fault here,” yelled Megumi. “You’re just as much at fault for our friendship falling apart as I am. All I wanted was for things to stay more or less the same between us. Why did you have to go and change everything by telling me that you love me?”
Those last few words were enough to push Kaito over the edge. He spun around, his eyes closed and his face red with anger. “GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. As he opened his eyes, he saw Megumi was still standing in front of him, a cascade of tears streaming down her cheeks. It was too much for Kaito to bare. He turned around and began walking away. “Have a nice life.”
Megumi watched as he disappeared from view. “KAITO YOU JERK!!!” she screamed as she fell to her knees and began sobbing hysterically.
“Megumi, what’s wrong?” asked a voice behind her. It was Kazuma, who was now kneeling down next to her. “Why are you crying?”
Megumi flung her arms around Kazuma and began crying into his shoulder. All she could do was repeat the word “Kaito” over and over again.
“Don’t worry,” whispered Kazuma, “I can make you forget all about him. All you have to do is say the word.” But Megumi did not hear him. Instead she just kept repeating Kaito’s name over and over again as she cried into Kazuma’s shoulder.
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Kazuma was sitting at a table in the mall’s food court. As he drank from an iced coffee, he checked his phone. No new messages. Yui had sent him a text the previous night to meet at the mall’s food court at 11:00 a.m. It was now 12:30 p.m. “Damn it,” he said as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, “I can’t believe she stood me up.” As he considered leaving, he did not sense someone walk up beside him.
“Excuse me, but do you mind if I sit here with you? All the other tables are full.” The girl’s voice startled Kaito to the point that he accidentally tipped backwards and fell out of his chair. “Are you all right?” asked the girl as she bent over and offered him a hand. Kaito nodded his head, too embarrassed to say anything. It wasn’t until the girl helped him up that he got a good look at her. She stood at about 5’11”, just slightly smaller than him and appeared to be about the same age if not a little older. Judging by her blond hair and blue eyes, Kaito guessed that she had to be either a foreigner or possibly half-Japanese. Almost as if she had read his thoughts, she said, “My mother is American and my father is Japanese.”
“Did I say what I was thinking out loud?” asked Kaito.
“No, it’s just that you looked like you wanted to ask that,” said the girl. “By the way, my name is Sakura Yoshida, but you can call me Sakura. What’s yours?”
“Matsuda. Kaito Matsuda, but my friends and classmates call me Kai.”
Sakura looked at him and asked sort of bashfully, “Is it okay if I call you Kai-chan?” Kaito nodded. She then turned her attention to the empty chair sitting across from him. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”
“Not at all,” replied Kaito, “please sit down.” Kaito watched as the girl took the empty seat across from him. There was something that seemed familiar about this girl as though he had met her before, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He continued to stare at her as he racked his brain for some clue as to why he thought he knew her.
“If you keep staring at me like that you’ll make me pregnant,” muttered a blushing Sakura as she squirmed a bit in her chair. Her words quickly brought Kaito back to his senses.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” Kaito began looking around the room as he thought about telling her the truth of why he was staring. As he did so, he couldn’t help but notice that there were a couple of empty tables. Not thinking much of it at first, he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. “It’s just that you look really familiar. Have we met before?” As Kaito said that, he thought he saw a scowl flash across her face for a brief second before being replaced by a polite smile.
“Anything’s possible,” she replied before taking a sip of her drink. As Kaito tried not to stare at her, his attention was once again drawn to the couple of empty tables. It didn’t take long for Sakura to notice where Kaito’s eyes were wandering. Before Kaito could say anything, Sakura decided to come clean. “I’m sorry for lying about there not being an empty table. It’s just that I saw you sitting all alone looking like something was bothering you. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want too, but if you do, I’ve been told that I’m a good listener.”
“Actually, there has been something on my mind,” replied Kaito. Before he knew what was happening, he was spilling his guts about his relationship with Megumi while conveniently leaving out the pee episodes. As he finished up, he noticed that Sakura was leaning forward, all her attention fixed on him. “I’m sorry if things got a little long winded there. It’s just that when I’m talking to you, I feel like I can tell you anything. I hope you don’t think I’m weird.”
Sakura began chuckling. “People are always telling me how easy it is to talk to me and say things they can’t say to others, so I’m quite used to it. As for whether or not I think your weird, I don’t think your weird at all. Rather, I see a young man who would do anything for the girl he loves. I think it’s sweet and honestly I’m a little jealous. It’s so hard these days to find a man that wants something other than sex.” Kaito looked down, his face a bit red, but Sakura continued talking. “However, I feel like I should give you some advice. While it’s sweet that you are willing to step back and support a relationship between Megumi and this Kazuma guy, I think that you’re doing it much too soon. If she is telling you to stay away until she figures things out, then that means that she is grappling with her feelings for you as well. That being the case, so long as those two are not an official couple, you still have a shot.”
“Do you really think so?”
“I know so.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“As the childhood friend, you have a big disadvantage. You are in what the Americans call the friend zone.”
“Friend zone?”
“It’s when two people have been friends for such a long time that any potential for a romantic relationship occurring between them is virtually zero. To put it bluntly, you two have been friends for so long that she does not see you as a man.”
Kaito looked down at his feet. “She doesn’t see me as a man?” The words stung worse than any slap to the face or kick to the groin that he received from Megumi. Returning his gaze to Sakura, he desperately pleaded, “Surely you must know of way out of this friend zone. Please tell me. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything huh?” repeated Sakura as she began to think. “There is one thing, but it is not without great risk.”
“Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
“If you are really serious about this, then I will tell you. You must do something that makes her see you as a man.”
“And how exactly do I do that?”
“By doing this,” said Sakura as she reached over the table and grabbed the collar of Kaito’s shirt. Before he knew what was happening, Sakura leaned forward while pulling Kaito towards her. Suddenly Kaito could feel Sakura’s tongue in his mouth as their lip collided. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it felt more like a minute. “Tongue is optional,” she stated after parting her lips from his.
“That was my first kiss,” stuttered Kaito as he slumped back in his chair. As he looked at the girl who just violated his mouth with her tongue, he couldn’t figure out whether to be happy or angry.
“Relax,” replied Sakura as she fished something out of her skirt pocket. “You can have this as compensation.” Sakura then grabbed Kaito’s hand and placed something inside of it before closing it again. “I should probably get going now,” she said as she stood up and walked behind him. She then leaned down and whispered into his ear, “By the way, that was my first kiss too.”
“What did you say?” asked Kaito as he turned around. But she was already gone. Kaito returned his attention to his closed hand. As he opened it, he was shocked to see a wrapped caramel sitting in the palm of his hand. “Could she be…” but before he had time to finish his thought, he heard a girl yelling behind him. Without thinking, he shoved the treat into the pocket of his jeans.
“Kai, I’m so sorry I’m late,” cried Yui as she reached the table and plopped down in the spot where Sakura had been sitting just moments earlier. “My idiot brother took my phone so I had no way of contacting you. On the bright side I was able to delete the text that would have told him where we were meeting up.” Kaito remained silent, his mind still focused on the strange girl he had just meant. “Look I get your mad,” said Yui, “but you don’t have to give me the silent treatment.” Her words brought Kaito back to reality.
“Of course I’m mad,” fumed Kaito. He pulled out his phone and looked at the time. It was now a little past 1:00 p.m. “I’ve been sitting here for almost two hours waiting for you. Honestly, I was worried that that something bad may have happened to you. I’m just glad that you’re safe.”
“You were worried about me?” blushed Yui. At that moment she couldn’t tell whether her heart was racing from the amount of running she had to do to get there, or if it was Kaito’s words. Yui slapped her cheeks in an effort to calm down. “At least the movie doesn’t start for another thirty minutes. I had originally planned for us to get lunch and maybe browse around the shops, but I guess that’s not happening.” Yui slammed her fist on the table, “Damn the public train system for making me late.”
Kaito placed his hand over hers, “It’s alright. Let’s just get to the movie before anything else happens.”
“Ok,” muttered Yui. Now she knew that it was Kaito who was making her heart race.
As the two left for the movie theater which was on the fifth floor of the six story mall, neither of them noticed that a girl wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans was following them. The girl was attempting to hide her appearance using a baseball cap and a cheap pair of sunglasses. For the time being, her disguise was working.
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It was almost showtime by the time Yui and Kaito found their seats. As Kaito sat down, he happened to spy Yui rifling through her large shoulder bag and pulling out a towel. Kaito couldn’t help but stare in confusion as he watched her place it on her seat before sitting down. “What’s with the towel?” he asked.
“It’s nothing really. I just don’t like the idea of possibly sitting in something sticky,” replied Yui, hoping that Kaito would buy her lie.
“I guess these chairs can get sticky sometimes,” replied Kaito. Suddenly the room went black as the screen in front of them came to life. “It’s starting,” said Kaito excitedly.
“Great,” muttered Yui sarcastically. In truth, she hated scary movies. The only reason she was here was so that she could get closer to Kaito. As the opening scene of the movie began to play, Yui thought to herself that no matter how scary the movie was, she could not let Kaito know that she was scared.
For a while everything was going fine, but then it happened. Yui watched as a crew member of an exploration vessel was walking aboard a seemingly abandoned ship for parts to repair his ship. The man shined a flashlight as he entered a dark room. What he saw horrified him. Blood was spattered all over the walls and body parts were strewn across the room. As the man took a step back, he felt something drip onto his head. Placing his fingers on his head, he wiped the liquid off and looked down at it. It was blood. The man raised his flashlight and slowly looked towards the ceiling. The last thing the poor man saw was a decaying creature with four arms, a spear-like tail, and a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth drop down on top of him. The theater was suddenly filled with the man’s bloodcurdling screams as he was torn open and his insides ripped out bit by bloody bit. His screams only stopped when the creature opened its mouth, which took up almost it’s entire face and chomped down on the man’s head.
Yui began quivering in sheer terror. As she shook, she felt something warm and wet seep into her underwear. However, she was too terrified to care. Before she could stop herself, she buried her face into Kaito’s shoulder. Suddenly she felt his warm breath in her ear. “If you’re too scared we can leave.”
Yui pulled away from his shoulder and violently shook her head. “That wouldn’t be fair to you. I’ll be fine if I just close my eyes.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice full of concern. Yui nodded, her eyes tightly closed. A few seconds passed by before she felt something wrap around her shoulder. She then found herself being pulled to her left. As she opened her eyes, she saw that Kaito had wrapped his arm around her right shoulder and pulled her in closer to his body. She turned her attention to Kaito’s face. The light from the screen illuminated his kind smile. “When things get scary sometimes it helps to feel the touch of another human being.” Kaito watched as Yui’s cheeks turned red. It was then that he realized how embarrassing it must have been for her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he whispered as he began to pull his arm back.
Yui quickly grabbed hold of Kaito’s arm and put it back on her shoulder. “I feel better when we’re like this. Can we stay like this for a while longer?” Kaito nodded his head. “That’s good,” smiled Yui as she leaned in closer and rested her head on Kaito’s chest. She could hear the beating of his heart. Kaito’s heart sounded like it was racing although she couldn’t tell if it was because of the movie or because of her. The beating of his heart was in a way reassuring. Yui soon fell asleep.
Neither Yui nor Katio were aware that two rows behind them was their female stalker. The stalker watched with jealous rage as Kaito threw his arm around Yui and pulled her in. From the stalker’s perspective, the two teenagers were definitely on a date.
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“Yui-senpai, wake up,” called a gentle voice, “the movie’s over.” Yui opened her eyes and began to stretch her arms. She felt something wet on her face. It wasn’t until she wiped her mouth that she realized that she had been drooling. Turning towards Kaito, Yui was horrified to see that she had drooled a little on his shirt.
“I’m so sorry,” cried Yui as she bowed her head. “You must be disgusted.”
“Not really,” shrugged Kaito. “This is nothing compared to being covered in someone else’s pee.” He immediately covered his mouth with his hands, terrified that Yui had heard his little slip of the tongue.
Kaito’s fears were confirmed when Yui asked, “When were you peed on?”
“It happened years ago when I was helping Megumi babysit her little sister Kotori. I was helping change her diaper when I got sprayed,” lied Kaito. Ironically, an incident like that did occur, except he had completely forgotten about it. Kaito’s face turned red as Yui began laughing. “That’s not funny!”
“It kind of is” laughed Yui as she stood up.
“Don’t forget your towel,” said Kaito as he grabbed it from the seat. “It’s kind of wet though.”
“It’s just sweat!” cried Yui as she yanked the towel out of Kaito’s hand and threw it in her bag. Turning back towards Kaito, she saw an extremely confused look on his face. “The truth is that I tend to sweat a bit when I sit in chairs like this so I use the towel to avoid staining the seats.” There was no way she could tell him that the reason for bringing a towel was that she knew she might wet herself during a scary scene. However, she was grateful that it had only been a little bit and that she was mostly dry now. “I’m feeling a little hungry. There’s a little café on the sixth floor that is supposed to be pretty good. Do you want to check it out?”
“Sounds good to me,” answered Kaito. And so the two left, both unaware of the stalker following behind them. However, the stalker lost sight of them minutes later as they disappeared into the crowds.
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Kaito and Yui hopped in the elevator and pushed the button for the sixth floor. The doors closed and the elevator roared to life seconds later. The elevator went up for a couple seconds before it violently stopped, causing both Kaito and Yui to fall to the floor. The small room was enveloped in darkness for a split second before coming back on. “What’s going on?” asked a nervous Yui. Kaito got up and walked over to the control panel. He began pushing buttons, but the elevator wouldn’t move.
Pressing the emergency call button, Kaito said, “Can anybody hear me? There are two people trapped in an elevator between the fifth and sixth floors.” There was no answer. He tried again only to meet the same result. Kaito turned to Yui, “It looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.” He then walked over to the corner of the elevator and sat down. Yui followed his lead and sat next to him.
An hour passed and still there was no rescue. Yui had been squirming for the past half hour. She had drunk a 32 oz soda right before the movie started and had forgotten to use the bathroom before boarding the elevator. Suddenly she heard a slurping sound. As she turned towards Kaito, she saw that he was drinking from his unfinished soda that he had bought at the theater. “Do you mind?” Yui said angrily as she tried to hold back the flood that was building in her bladder.
Kaito stopped for a moment. “I’m sorry, did you want some?”
“Are you blind?” shouted Yui, now holding her hands to her crotch. “Haven’t you noticed anything change in the past half hour.”
Kaito paused for a moment, “Now that you mention it, it is getting a little stuffy in here.” Yui watched in frustration as Kaito removed his shirt, revealing his classic white under-shirt beneath it.
“I HAVE TO PEE GOD DAMN IT!!!” she screamed. Had she not been too afraid of wetting herself to move, she would have slapped him then and there.
“Then why didn’t you just say so?” whined Kaito who was now cowering in the corner. Suddenly an idea popped into his head. He grabbed his cup and polished off the last of its contents. Removing the plastic lid, he handed it to her. “You can use this. I’ll just turn around.”
“YOU IDIOT!” screamed Yui as she chucked the plastic cup at Kaito’s head. “I can’t do that. It’s indecent.”
“So is wetting your pants,” replied Kaito. His response was met with a punch to the face. “Alright, alright, I’ll come up with another idea.” He began scanning the tight space. As he looked at the ceiling, he saw a panel that when pushed up was large enough for a person to squeeze through. “I’ve got it. I’ll hoist you up on my shoulders so that you can open the panel and crawl to the top. I’m sure that we’ve got to be close enough to the sixth floor that we can call for help from on top of the elevator.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because if I get on your shoulders, you’ll be able to see up my skirt,” replied Yui, her face red with embarrassment.
“I promise I won’t look,” said Kaito as moved closer to her. “Just have a little faith in me.”
Looking into Kaito’s eyes, she knew that she could trust him. “Fine. But let’s make this quick.” With that, Yui hoisted herself onto Kaito’s shoulders. As Kaito stood up, Yui almost lost her balance but was able to steady herself by grabbing hold of the wall.
“Hey Yui-senpai, you didn’t happen to wet yourself already, did you?” Kaito’s question startled Yui. It was then that she remembered that she had leaked a little during the movie and only now realized it had still not fully dried.
“IT’S SWEAT!” she screamed with embarrassment. Her sudden outburst startled Kaito to the point that he nearly lost his balance. As the two swayed back and forth, Yui could feel the contents of her bladder sloshing around. “Stop moving or I’m going to wet myself,” she cried as she fought to keep control of her bladder. It took a few more seconds before Kaito was able to regain control.
“Do you think you can reach the panel?”
“I think so,” she answered as she reached for the panel. Just as she the tips of her fingers touched the panel, the elevator gave a sudden jolt. Yui lost her balance and crashed to the floor, taking Kaito with her.
“Owww,” moaned Kaito as he opened his eyes. It was dark and the back of his head felt a little wet. As he turned onto his stomach, his face collided with something that was soft, slightly wet, and sort of squishy. It smelled a little funny too. Suddenly a moan rang out. It was Yui, but it was too dark to see anything. He tried to move, but he felt something close tight around his head, pinning his face to whatever was in front of him. He could also feel something pinning one of his hands to floor. “Yui, where are you?” he called, his voice slightly muffled. Another moan rang out. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he began to realize just what he was pressed up against
“Kai can you please get your head out of my skirt?” stuttered Yui.
“I can’t. Your legs are wrapped around my head.” Each word that Kaito spoke seemed to vibrate against Yui’s crotch. The feeling of his warm breath between her thighs became too much to take.
“It’s happening,” she screamed as the first couple drops came out. The drops soon turned into a small trickle. Kaito could feel the front of Yui’s underwear begin to dampen. It was starting to smell. Realizing that what was coming out of Yui was only hint of the flood to come, Kaito began struggling. As he did so, he could feel her legs tightening. “Kaito, please stop,” she begged, “you’re just making it worse.” But Kaito didn’t care. He knew that if he didn’t get out of there and fast, he was going to drown. With his free hand, Kaito reached underneath Yui’s skirt. Using all the force he could muster, he pushed his hand down on her crotch. The moment he did, he felt Yui’s legs loosen around his head. Kaito took advantage of this and quickly squeezed his head out.
As his eyes adjusted to the lights of the room, Kaito turned toward Yui. Tears were running down her cheeks. Looking down, Kaito saw why. The moment Kaito pushed against Yui’s crotch, he had unwittingly punctured a whole in an already leaky dam. The result was an eruption of golden water. He backed away as a yellow puddle began to form on the tile floor beneath Yui. The back and sides of her skirt were now soaked. Only a small portion of the front of her skirt had been spared because it had been upturned when Kaito had broken free from Yui’s legs. As he stared, Kaito noticed something was off about what was underneath Yui’s skirt. The underwear she was wearing looked nothing like any panties he had ever seen before. Without thinking about it, he blurted out, “Adult diaper?” It was enough to make Yui go into hysterics.
Minutes seemed to pass by before Yui’s bladder completely emptied. By the time she was done, the puddle had become a lake. In a twist of cruel fate, the elevator sprung back to life and began making its way to the sixth floor. The moment the doors opened, Yui grabbed her bag and hauled out of the elevator. Kaito ran after her, but quickly lost her when she ran around a corner. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath. That was when he realized that something was off. None of the shops were open and nobody was walking around. It was as if the sixth floor had become a ghost town. “This is way too weird. I better find Yui and fast,” he said to himself as he licked his lips. His lips had a strange taste. It took him a few seconds to remember where his face had been just moments earlier. Realizing that his face probably smelled like piss, he went off in search for a bathroom, completely unaware that his movements were being watched.
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Several minutes later, Kaito had finally found a restroom. As he washed his face at the bathroom sink, he thought about how strange it was that he hadn’t seen anyone else around. It was almost like being in a horror movie. Wiping his face with a paper towel, he said to himself, “I hope Yui’s okay.” Just as he said that, he heard movement in one of the stalls behind him. “Who’s there?” he yelled as he jumped back in fright.
“Kaito?” called a female voice. “Why are you in the ladies’ room?” It was Yui.
Kaito looked around. He was sure that he had entered the men’s room. Turning his head to look at the urinals, a thought popped into his head. “Hey Yui, does the women’s room have urinals too?” While he sort of knew the answer, he still wanted to check to be sure.
“Of course not. Women don’t pee standing up so there is no need for such things.” The room went quite for a moment. “Kaito, be honest with me. I’m in the men’s bathroom aren’t I.”
“Yeah.”
“DAMN IT!” she screamed. “Honestly, I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I not only wet myself in front of you while exposing the adult diaper I was wearing, or the fact that I ran into the men’s bathroom.”
“I’d think the first thing is the worst,” replied Kaito doing his best to play it off with a joking tone. “Although, I am interested in why you were wearing an adult diaper in the first place.”
“I’m not going to tell you because you’ll laugh at me. Also, it’s extremely embarrassing.”
“I promise I won’t laugh,” said Kaito as he leaned against the stall door. “Besides, it can’t be any more embarrassing than my raw nipples secret.”
“Fine, I’ll tell you,” relented Yui. “Ever since I was a little girl I’ve suffered from a condition that causes me to leak whenever I get overly excited, scared, or embarrassed. When it does happen, it’s usually a few drops or a small squirt or two. While I don’t wear them all the time, I decided to wear one today because I knew that I might pee a little if the movie was too scary. What I didn’t count on was a flash flood. Now I’m completely covered in piss. You must think I’m disgusting.”
“I don’t think that at all,” replied Kaito. “The way I see it, everybody has an embarrassing secret or two. And while watching you wet yourself was not the most pleasant thing I’ve seen, I still wouldn’t go so far as to call you disgusting. Accidents happen, all we can do is pick ourselves up and move forward.”
“Hey Kaito…”
“Yeah?”
“Megumi was right when she told me that you’re a really good friend.”
“I get that a lot,” said Kaito as his mind shifted to the friendzone concept. Trying to shake the thought from his mind, he asked, “So what are we going to do about your wet clothes?”
“I have an idea, but you’re not going to like it.”
“What is it?”
“I’m going to need you to go to one of the shops downstairs and buy me some pants or a skirt. I’ll probably need a pair of underwear too.”
“I can’t buy those things,” shouted a flustered Kaito, “people will think that I’m some sort of cross dressing pervert.”
“We don’t have a choice,” stated Yui firmly. “Now pass me your phone. I’m going to write a list of what I need.” Kaito did as he was told. “Now get going quickly.”
“Alright," whined Kaito as he exited the bathroom. Looking down at the list on his phone, he said to himself, “This sucks. How the hell am I supposed to by these things?”
“Hey you! Stop right there, this is a restricted area,” barked a female voice coming from behind him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” pleaded Kaito. “Please don’t call the cops.” As he slowly turned around, his eyes widened as he recognized that the girl standing before him was none other than Sakura Yoshida, the girl he had just met earlier in the day. “Wait a minute. Why the hell are you up here?”
“Let me answer that with another question. Do you know who owns this mall?”
“I believe it’s the Yoshida Group,” answered Kaito. A couple seconds passed before the lightbulb went off. “Wait a minute, you’re the heiress to the Yoshida Group who runs everything from malls and restaurants to hospitals and resorts!”
“Yep,” replied Sakura as she moved closer to him. “Now, I’m going to ask again. What are you doing in this restricted area? Depending on your answer, I might be willing to let you go without calling the cops.” And so, Kaito explained the situation from the elevator malfunctioning to Yui wetting herself. “I see,” said Sakura as she did her best to stifle her laughter.
“It’s not funny,” said Kaito. “By the way why is this area restricted?”
“The entire floor is set to undergo renovation over the next couple of weeks. Didn’t you read the signs posted by the elevator on the lower floors?” Kaito shook his head. “Well now you know. As for your friend, I think I can help remedy that situation. Follow me please.” Kaito did as he was told. They walked for what seemed like several minutes until they came to a clothing store. Kaito watched as Sakura took out a key, and unlocked the gates. She then entered the store and turned on the lights. “Lucky for you, my family owns this clothing outlet so I can take what I want for free. Now what size is your girlfriend?”
Kaito’s face turned red with embarrassment. “First off she is not my girlfriend. She is my senpai and my friend, nothing more.” He then handed her the phone with the list pulled up. Sakura took the phone and began shifting through the different clothes for something that might fit Yui.
“Well honestly that’s a bit of a relief,” said Sakura as she pulled a skirt from one of the racks.
“How so?”
“It’s just that you seem like a really good guy and you’re handsome to boot. Honestly it’s like most of the handsome guys with good personalities are either gay or taken.” She turned to Kaito and handed him the skirt. “Hold this while I look through the underwear.” Kaito did as he was told. As Sakura rifled through the rack, she jokingly asked, “You’re not gay, are you?”
“Of course not!” shouted Kaito. Sakura merely laughed. She then grabbed the stuff from him, went behind the counter to remove the tags, and put the clothes in a bag.
“You should probably get back to your friend now,” she smiled while handing him the bag
“Thank you,” he said as he made his way out of the store.
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Several minutes later, Kaito was back in the bathroom. “Here,” he said as he lifted the bag up over the stall door. He then heard a small thank you and then the rustling of the bag. As he sat outside the stall, he felt a sudden urge to pee. Not thinking much about it, he walked over to one of the urinals and began to take a leak.
“Are you peeing?” asked Yui, her tone indicating that she was a little embarrassed.
“Yeah, but it’s not like it’s a big deal since you can’t really see anything from there.” There was no response back. He redirected his attention to what he was doing. A few seconds later, he heard footsteps next to him and a slight rustling of clothes. Suddenly a large stream smashed into the porcelain of the urinal next to him. Wondering who else could possibly be up on this floor, Kaito turned his head. His mouth dropped open as he realized the person standing next to him was Sakura. Her panties were just above her knees. She had her knees bent and her hips leaning forward, her hands holding up her skirt. Kaito couldn’t help but stare at the golden jet erupting from between Sakura legs and staining the porcelain yellow as droplets ran down the backside. From the way Sakura was holding her skirt, Kaito couldn’t tell whether she was male or female. While Sakura seemed to have rather large breasts, Kaito knew that it was possible that they could be fake and that she could actually be a man. The possibility ate away at him to the point that he unconsciously began leaning towards her to get a better view. He only stopped when Sakura turned to look at him.
Sakura looked down at Kaito’s dick before looking him in the eyes and smiling. “You’re actually a lot bigger than I expected. Good for you,” she said. The comment caught Kaito off guard to the point that he jerked back, his stream hitting the floor for a few seconds before he managed to correct it. His stream lasted another fifteen more seconds. The moment he was done, he zipped up and quickly backed towards the stall that Yui was changing in. Sakura finished up seconds later. She pulled her skirt back down and turned towards him, her panties still around her knees. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”
“I can’t believe that my first kiss was stolen by a man,” he muttered.
“I’m not a man,” said Sakura as she grabbed her skirt, “take a look for yourself.” Sure enough, she did not have a dick, although she had a rather large patch of blonde hair just above her crotch. Kaito immediately covered his nose to prevent blood from squirting all over the place. Once she was sure that Kaito had gotten a good look, Sakura pulled up her panties and pulled her skirt back down. “Satisfied?” she asked. Kaito was so dumbstruck by what had just happened that all he could do was nod his head.
Suddenly the stall door flung open. “What the hell’s going on?” screamed Yui. The moment she saw Sakura, her face lit up. “Sakura-senpai, what are you doing here?”
Sakura walked over to Yui, grabbed her cheeks and pulled. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me onee-chan?”
“Sowwy,” replied Yui, Sakura still pulling her cheeks. The moment Sakura let go, Yui turned to see a very confused look on Kaito’s face. “I’ve known Sakura since we were little kids. I always thought of her as my older sister.”
“Older sister?” repeated Kaito.
“Yeah, she’s two years older than us. Actually, she attends the same university as nii-san does, which also makes her our senpai. How do you know her?”
“She’s the one who helped me pick out the clothes your wearing,” said Kaito. He then turned his attention to Sakura. “By the way, how much do I owe you for the clothes.”
“Nothing,” answered Sakura, “I make it a habit not to take money from friends I do favors for.” She then pressed herself up against Kaito, “But if you are serious about paying me back, you can do it with your body.” She then reached around Kaito’s backside and gave his ass a firm playful squeeze.
“Don’t do that! I thought you were more refined than this,” stuttered Kaito, doing his best to keep his body under control. “What happened to the girl I met at the food court earlier.”
“Oh come on, I was only joking with you. You are just so fun to tease. As for the girl you met in the food court, that was just an act I put on. This is my real personality.” She the leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “By the way, I’m going to make you take responsibility for making me reveal what’s beneath my skirt.”
“That’s a good one,” he laughed meekly.
“I’m dead serious,” she whispered back. “And by the way I’d be careful on your way home. I saw some crazy person stalking you two earlier in the day.” Before Kaito could ask anything more, Sakura turned away from them. “Well, I have somethings to take care of so I’m going to get going. This was fun. I hope we can all see each other again sometime.” She gave Kaito a small wink and left.
“She certainly is quite the character,” said Kaito.
“She’s not a bad person,” added Yui. She then turned to Kaito, a serious look on her face. “But you shouldn’t get to close to her.”
“Why?”
“Just trust what I’m telling you and leave it at that. I think I want to go home. Can you walk me to the train station?”
“If that’s what you want Yui-senpai.”
“Please just call me Yui.”
“Alright Yui.” And off they went
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The sun was just beginning to set by the time they made it to the train station. Kaito had decided to wait with Yui until her train arrived. As they sat on a bench and watched a train go by, Yui asked, “Do you regret hanging out with me today?”
“Not at all. Although there are somethings that I would like to avoid in the future.”
“Me too,” agreed Yui as she began fidgeting with her hands. “I bet that it looked like we were on a date.”
“A date, huh?” thought Kaito. “I don’t think so. I’d like to think that a guy and a girl can hang out together without it being considered a date.”
“I see,” sighed Yui. Suddenly the commuter train’s horn sounded off in the distance. From the sound of it, the train would be there in less than a minute. Yui got up and silently walked over to the platform. She was doing her best not to cry in front of Kaito. Just then she felt something tug on the back of her arm. It was Kaito.
“Yui, is everything alright? You seem kind of down.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Anyway, you walked away from me before I had a chance to say what I wanted to say. What I wanted to tell you is that I had a fun time with you today and that I wouldn’t mind going to see a movie with you again sometime. Although next time we should choose something that you don’t find scary.” Yui’s face lit up as she heard his words. Right as she was about to say something, she heard the horn blare again, this time much closer than before. “It looks like your train is going to be here any second,” said Kaito as his attention shifted towards the train that was just getting ready to round the corner.
“Kai,” whispered Yui as she got on her tiptoes. Kaito turned his attention back to Yui. Just as he did, Yui’s lips made contact with his. She pulled away a couple seconds later. “I like you Kai.”
Kaito’s face turned serious as he gently grabbed her shoulders. “I’m sorry Yui, I…” Yui stopped him by putting her finger to his lips.
“You don’t have to answer me right now. I’m prepared to wait for you as long as it takes.” Just then the train arrived. Kaito watched as Yui boarded the train. Seconds later the train was gone.
“She likes me,” said Kaito to himself as he touched his lips. It was then that Kaito sensed that someone was watching him. He quickly spun around. Standing behind him was a girl with a baseball cap and cheap sunglasses staring him. Her mouth was open in disbelief. Kaito watched in shock as a single tear drop fell from the girl’s eye. Before he had time to say anything, the girl took off running. “Hey, wait,” shouted Kaito as he pursued her.
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Kaito caught up with the girl moments later at a nearby park. She was running towards the portion of the park that was densely packed with trees. If she had been faster, she would have gotten away. “Stop!” yelled Kaito as he finally grabbed her arm and pinned her against a tree. “Who are you? Why have you been following me all day?” The woman didn’t answer. In anger, Kaito grabbed the baseball cap and threw it to the ground. He looked at the girl in disbelief. “Megumi?” Megumi took off her sunglasses but refused to look at him. “Tell me why were you following me.”
“I did it because I was worried that you might try to make a move on Yui in an attempt to make me jealous. She likes you, you know. I just didn’t want to see her get hurt.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” fumed Kaito. “You know damn well that I would never do something like that.”
“But you kissed her.”
“Correction, she kissed me. And if you had heard our conversation, you would know that I tried to turn her down gently. The only girl I want is you. You’re the one that I love.”
Megumi paused for a moment, Kaito’s declaration echoing in her head. “Quit saying things that you don’t mean. I saw you kiss another girl too while you were at the food court. You two seemed pretty friendly. Why not just go out with her?”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I am not!”
“You are too, it’s written all over your face.”
“Go to hell!” retorted Megumi as she tried to punch him in the face. But this time, Kaito caught it. “Let go of me!”
“No, not until you hear me out,” answered Kaito. “I’ve been more than patient with you, but I’m starting to get sick and tired of your little mind games. You can’t reject my feelings and then get mad at me if I choose to hang out with other girls. I’m sorry but you don’t get to have it both ways. Furthermore, I’m not that same weak little boy that you used to know. I’m a man and it’s time you start seeing me as one.” Kaito then grabbed Megumi’s face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers. She began to resist.
“Stop!” she cried angrily as she pushed him away. But Kaito grabbed her arms and planted another kiss on her. She resisted once more. “I told you to stop.”
“Not until my feelings get through to you.”
“Do it again and I swear I’ll scream.”
“Do it,” goaded Kaito. Megumi opened her mouth to scream and the moment she did, Kaito planted his mouth on hers. She could feel his tongue inside her mouth. Her chest was pounding and her legs were shaking. The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity, when really it was only a few seconds. As Kaito pulled away, he looked into her eyes and whispered, “I love you Megumi.” He then leaned in for a fourth kiss. This time Megumi did not resist, instead she let it happen. She could feel her tongue colliding with his in a dance of passion. Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around Kaito. As they kissed, she found herself not wanting to stop. Part of her even wished that this moment could go on forever. But somethings are just not meant to be.
“Megumi?” cried a male voice to the side of them. Kaito and Megumi stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction the voice had come from. To their shock, Kazuma was standing just feet from them. His face was red and his fists were balled up in a jealous rage.
“Kaz-senpai I…” But before Megumi could finish her sentence, Kazuma walked up and decked Kaito in the chin.
“You son of a bitch!” shouted Kazuma as he jumped onto Kaito and began laying into him. “How dare you do that to Megumi after she told you to stop!”
“KAZ STOP IT!!!” yelled Megumi at the top of her lungs. Kazuma halted his punch. “Let him go. He’s had enough.” Megumi walked over to Kazuma. As she tried to put a hand on his shoulder, he slapped it away.
Kazuma stood up, his fists bruised and bloody. “Don’t touch me. I think I need to be alone right now.” And with that, he stormed off.
“Damn, he got me good,” said Kaito as he wiped the blood from his lip. He turned to Megumi who was now in shock. “Megumi are you all right?”
“JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!” she screamed as she took off. Kaito was all alone. As he sat and began wiping the blood beginning to fall from his nose, he had to wonder if taking Sakura’s advice had been worth it. Only time would tell.
To be continued…. |
CW: Suicide
So this a new idea I'm working on. Wanted to give props to @Sophie ♥ from DD for the limbo idea.
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Beginnings and Endings
"Dying is one of the weirdest things you will ever have to deal with, from what I understand mine was slightly nonstandard. Apparently, the usual deal is that one moment you’re here the next you’re in the big cosmic airport terminal waiting to be sorted based on whatever you where in life or something like that. It’s all weird and metaphysical and post-modernist and shit and even being dead I don’t fully get it. My boss says that I won’t till I fully crossover. I’m Ashley by the way. So yeah, I’m kinda’ in capital L limbo or something, this tends to happen with suicides and gets decided way above my paygrade. Of course, it may not even be "decided" so much as the power cosmic makes it happen because it must be that way. Like I said death is weird and yet strangely normal at times. Mine was two weeks ago and I’m still getting used to it."
"I suppose I should fill you on the backstory since your reading my…. Limbo Journal? I’ve really got to think of better name for this thing. If your recently deceased sorry, but a yeah, pro tip you can still web surf; E.M. radiation FTW. Anyway (whistles awkwardly) this is the story of how I died….."
"It was June of 2019 and I had just staggered my way out of college and into the real world with no idea what the fuck I was doing. I at least made it up to the Boston area like I wanted and got a job as a junior tech running network admin for some generic company. I think they made parking meters? So yeah life was meh like it had always been, and I was angry, frustrated, and wanted to fuck shit up because politics and everything is suck in terms of the world.
That’s when I met Gary a.k.a K#YBOARDL@NCER from network security. Gary was an ass, but he was also my ticket into a local hacktivist collective and because I was gung ho and eager to travel I got a staring role in their big breakout performance."
"The plan was simple and something I had been dying to try for years. Wipe out the personal loan data of everyone at a major bank. This group had struck gold, finding a zero day for the new networked ATMs Bank of America was rolling out. This would allow us to both sneak a trojan onto their servers and give us a readymade bot net. My job was to zig zag across the country uploading multiple copies onto hundreds of ATMs. One of the best perks of being a soldier in the glorious revolution turned out being able to press enter to make it rain. Once we launched it caught everybody off guard. We didn’t get everything, but we did some hella serious damage. Which is why the FEDs got involve and O’fuck me sideways I’m hauling ass for Canada with a bogus passport."
"I was in middle of fucking nowhere Ohio when it hit me. My life was pretty much over and our best shot had only made a small dent in the grand scheme of things. I stopped at this cool little motel that was cheap and had an attached barcade. Then I spent three days getting lit and eating dinner food. I also wrote my memoirs such as they were and drove up to a nearby state park. After doubling checking that everything was safely on the cloud. I got out the backup option I had bought with the passport in LA. There was no way in hell I would last more than a year in federal pen and I didn’t want to keep running for the rest of my life. So that left one course of action. Six hundred milligrams of morphine sulfate and an IV kit. Once each vial hand been injected into the saline bag all I had to do was put the central line in and wait."
"I queued up one of my favorite acapella remixes on my phone to play me out while I watched the sunset over a beautiful fall landscape. The light and the foliage making an interesting interplay. On impulse I snapped a picture. And as everything faded to black…."
" Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
But surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry
Don't you cry no more"
"When I came to I was standing at the overlook and there was a young black guy with a curly crew cut, sport shirt and skinny jeans standing in front of me. Like I’m cynical and crotchety as shit. I don’t do cute, but this guy was giving off serious adorkable vibes and I actually found myself wanting to hug him." "Hi I’m Samuel." "Uh, Ashley… You’re not an EMT…." "I’m afraid it’s too late for that….." My stomach did the whole roller coaster drop as I turned around and was confronted by the mindfuck that is seeing yourself, or rather your body sitting on a park bench with an IV still sticking out of it’s arm. I looked down at my arms and got mind fuck number two, they were partially transparent "Balls…." It came out as a stunned whisper…. "So I’m…… Oh Jesus Fuck…. I’m….. and you’re….." "A Reaper" at that point I sat down and started laughing hysterically as my mind just noped the fuck out.
"Ashley @#£?; born march /////, died October 30th 2019, 6:20 pm. Bit of a rap sheet. Besides the usual petty human shit; we have grand larceny, vandalism, ‘cyber terrorism’, hubris, gluttony, alcohol abuse, and self-harm." “Not going to bring up my porn collection?" still laughing my ass off, Samuel smirks "The powers generally don’t give a baboon’s behind about that stuff hon." I laugh harder "SUCK IT FUNDIES SUCK IT"
"Yeah I was not handling death well and the laughter quickly turned into those big heaving full body sobs." Samuel sat down next to me and pulled me in for a hug as I rode it out. "So, I’m going down stairs I take it?" "Of course, not Ashley!" "Wah!?" "You’ve made mistakes some of them big and your going to have to work on things but at the end of the day your still good people." "What happens now?" "We meet the boss." "God!!?" Samuel chuckles "No more middle management…." |
Hi. Recently, I've been interested in a certain type of story, the simple line story: A group of girls, an occupied bathroom, and the surrounding drama that follows. It's not complex, but I've been wanting to write one of these for a while, so here goes nothing. Also.. Homage to Rick Dixon, I guess, as he's been one of my favorite writers on here recently. I think my goal here is to flesh out such a story to the maximum capability, so this will be pretty long (and this will be only the first part). I haven't written long-form in a while, so I hope y'all like it.
End of the Line:
PART 1: "200 miles away. North or South."
Last month, once college had finished and our final test had been inputted, a group of friends and I decided that it would be the perfect time to fulfill a promise that we made to ourselves when we were Freshman-- a glorified, down-to-earth, Americana laced road-trip. As we depressed from the laborious Finals week, our attention turned to packing bags, booking hotels, and generalizing directions for what we called a "trip of a lifetime". In fairness, this statement was hyperbole, it was a standard road-trip, New York-to-California, and then back again with gusto and general tourist spirit. But for the four of us, the trip beyond the cramped settlement that is New York to the open land would be refreshing.
It was the second day, and the four of us were situated comfortably into a moderately sized SUV, cozying up with the reclining seats, with all the accompanying entertainment being the empty roads and the cell phones that clinged onto the smallest bits of signals before being shut down to the rest of the world. It was boring, and as the sun began to close down on the warm afternoon, we had decided to grab a quick bite to eat (rather than nourishment from the endless foray of packed snacks, as Goldfish cannot sustain forever). At the smallest bit of civilization, the driver pulled into an old-school diner, with a glowing white-and-silver exterior with shining embezzlement and neon signs, all cascading with the smell of pancakes and coffee to impress the craving passengers. We were immune to the aesthetic, and the smells, and the four of us entered into the near-empty restaurant.
"Hi y'all, welcome to End of the Line. It'll be four?" The waitress greeted, she was an older women with caked-on makeup upon a wrinkled face and a pony-tail that oft represented someone below her age, still she bounced around with energy, charisma, and a Midwestern charm. After the long day of travelling, our group could only do with a nod, and immediately she piloted us to a large table, glistening, surrounded by strange music memorabilia. "Now, do y'all need anything?"
"We'll have waters." I started, which caused a slight grimace on the face of the waitress, what's up with that? I thought. Either way, she smiled at me and assured the group that she would return with said waters. Across from me, one of the members of the group peered around the room with a slight urgency. To her left, she peered, above my head, she shook her head, and then to her right, she smiled and stood up, causing our heads to turn.
"I'll be right back." Hanna, the standing girl, told the group, as she walked off to a slight crevice in the diner, the bathrooms... of course. I thought to myself, as it had been a long day for all of us. Hanna was the owner of the SUV, and with that came the responsibility of driving that lumbering vehicle across the country, of course Mark, Felicity, or myself would all have been willing to drive as well, but Hanna was stubborn, and willingly beared the responsibility. Today, she woke up in a hotel room, and by 9:00 she was behind the wheel, and continued to do so with only minimal stops for 8 hours. She was strong, and stubborn, but as she now stood in the crevice, knees slightly bent, acknowledging the occupied single-toilet room in front of her, I could tell she was nearing her breaking point, and shamefully, I became fascinated.
"What about you, Felicity?" Mark asked with a candidness that impressed me. Felicity was to my right, and my eyes turned from Hanna at the door to Felicity as the questioning began. It was fair, as like Hanna, Felicity had gone eight hours without any form of relief. We had made two stops, one at 1:00, where we filled the car with gas and grabbed a bite to eat from a gas station, but when the topic of the bathroom brought up, we were presented with an out of order sign. We continued onward, though, until around 3:00, where Marks bladder had expanded too far, and he requsted a reprieve on the side of the road. There, Mark and I both relieved ourselves as the girls diverted their eyes, we offered to do the same for them, but neither obliged, as it would have been obscene. Now, Hanna was waiting for the toilet to open, obviously in some discomfort, and Felicity simply sat, not wanting to cause a scene.
"Oh--- I'm fine.... No need to get up there until Hanna's done." Fair enough, though Felicity acknowledged her need. Underneath the table, I could tell that Felicity had crossed legs, and a protruding bladder that could be seen through the outline of her sundress, sometimes she would bite her lips, but she remained calm. I pretended the read the menus as I watched both girls, Hanna casually gazing at her phone, legs crossed as the door remained locked, and Felicity, who read the menu herself with discomfort-- I was blessed to be friends with such beautiful girls. Felicity was pristine, a sort of controlled beauty with pale skin, golden-blonde hair and a good body, all masking someone who was intelligent and thoughtful, all of which forced me to have romantic feelings that I never could control. Hanna on the other hand, was much more of a friend (as I had known her since we were children), she was skinny, with long legs and curly brown hair, she was more down-to earth, in a blouse, jean skirt, and boots that matched her perfect, still I could tell she was incredibly pretty, and even as friends I enjoyed watching her ponder the still-locked door.
Those doors have been locked for a while, I thought as the waitress appeared with our drinks. Casually, she looked over to Hanna with a face that resembled empathy, did she know something I didn't? Hanna looked back at us as well, slightly confused, and certainly annoyed, her legs bent inward to the slightest degree and a right leg that couldn't sit still. Quietly, she squeezed on her thigh, trying to focus on her phone.
Five minutes later, and as Hanna began to stare longingly at the closed door, and Felicity began to place her left hand down near crotch, giving occasional squeezes to her cramping urethra, the door opened with the sound of a bell ringing, and a family coming through the doors. There were four of them, and as the ordered off the menu, I took note of the family, a overworked Mother and Father, a young boy, and a women who seem disinterested with her parents conversation. The women was annoyed and flustered, dressed in tight jean-shorts, a blue t-shirt, and with dyed blonde hair with a punk aesthetic. She was probably 17-19, with a surprisingly large chest, and with a personality that drew ire from (what I assumed was) her family.
Picking up the families conversation, I listened closely.
"Come on, Darlene, you're being ridiculous." The Mother lambasted, Darlene must've been the women's name.
"Just shut up! I'm fine!"
"Darlene's gonna pee her pants." The boy said with a sing-song mocking tone, immediately my ears perked up. "Darlene's gonna pee--"
"No I'm not! Shut up!" Darlene nearly screamed, she was slouched into her chair, exposing enough of her middrift to see a slight rise near her lower belly. She probably was caught in the same predicament, a long drive without a toilet and too much decency to pee into the side of the road. As I listened, I caught Felicity averting her ears, she seemed in pain, as if the conversation reminded her about her own needs. Hanna continued to play on her phone, but the expression on her face was worsening. "I don't use public bathrooms, they're gross!" Darlene continued.
"Well, we are not stopping until the hotel, so it's either now or midnight." The father continued, all with forceful certainty. Darlene rolled her eyes at him, adjusting her Daisy-Duke which showed a little more of her inner thighs than I could handle, I tried to stay calm, as these situations were beginning to stack upon each other.
"Whatever...... Besides, there's a line for the bathroom already." Darlene nodded off to Hanna, who was by herself, contemplating the door that remained locked.
Another five minutes had past when we started to realize that something was off. Hanna was bouncing up and down at this point, rolling her Converses on the tiled floor and constantly biting her lips, she hadn't used the toilet in nearly nine hours at this point and the drinking of sodas and water inside the car was regular. Now, she felt weighted down, sometimes crossed over, even at some points she pondered to the Men's bathroom, but as she pulled ever so slightly she found that the Men's reprieve was locked as well. She remained stuck, and Felicity watched with baited breath, even Darlene made a few glances, she shook ever so slightly (even if she wouldn't be caught dead in a public toilet, a point she iterated many times to her poor parents).
"Do you think there are staff bathrooms?" Felicity asked me with shyness, she didn't like being in such a predicament as she twisted the edges of her sundress, her legs deviating from positions, trying to find comfort, but the pain was within.
"You could ask." I reminded Felicity, who seemed dissatisfied with her answer, especially since Hanna had already asked. A few minutes ago, when the waitress brought over our meals of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and the likes, Hanna had asked her why exactly the bathrooms were closed. "Oh, they're just occupied." The waitress responded with a uneasy smile, sometimes she would bounce on her black high-heels, she was desperate too, so if there was a staff bathroom, it wasn't being used either. Across the restaurant, Darlene clamped down on her short shorts, giving a slight moan, from my vantage point I could see the slightest trickle of darkness on the indigo, her legs crossed with intensity, just preventing a flood from appearing.
"Oh Darlene, you're hurting yourself!" The Mother warned her daughter, whose eyes rang with worry instead of rebel spirit.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh---- Fine!" Darlene stood up and awkwardly jigged to the crevice where the bathroom would be, I wondered how much of the "Uh"'s were a stand in for her pride, as she obviously was losing control. In the crevice, the punk-rock girl stood next to Hanna, comparatively, Darlene was in rougher shape, bent over with one hand permanently pressed down on her failing privates. Hanna was desperate too, but under control, Darlene looked as if she could burst at any moment-- but she did have pride, one that prevented her from losing control. "What's up with the bathrooms?" Darlene spoke to Hanna, who was fine with conversation, anything to get her mind off her swollen bladder.
"I don't know, whomever's in there is not coming out."
"Have you tried knocking on the door?!" Darlene dramatically asked, shifting hands around her waist-- God, she could explode at any second. Hanna had no response, not sure what the punk-rock girl was alluding too. "Y'know, to see if anyone's in there!"
"Oh--- Okay." Hanna nodded and quickly knocked on the door, and almost immediately, a knock back. In some ways, this was the worst case scenario, and both girls knew what this socially meant. If the doors were locked and no one was inside, then there was no reason to wait, the girls could both run to the back and relieve their swollen, oversized bladders, but now that an open toilet was accessible, they had to stay, and just wait. I watched intently, though I saw Felicity look at me, maybe she was wondering why I was so interested.
"Um.... Hi?" Hanna spoke to the person on the other side. "You've been in there a while, and there are people here who really need the.... Y'know. Do you think you can come out soon."
From the other side, a women's voice, "Just a second". Darlene moaned, shaking her hips around in obvious cramping pain. "I don't have a second! I need to pee now!" Darlene complained, drawing attention to the entire kitchen and her family. I looked over to them, her brother was loving it with a giddy smile, but her parents were worried. Hanna was also worried, but also annoyed, as she swayed around, sometimes kicking up her legs, almost nearing a pace.
"I get that you need to go-- So do I-- But you don't have to yell so loud." Hanna talked down to Darlene, who responded to it in spade, bending down and nodding (and surprisingly, not yelling). I get the yelling, I've been in positions where I've almost lost control, but I couldn't imagine Hanna or Felicity liked such a display. Suddenly, I was reminded of Felicity, who rubbed her thighs constantly.
"Sorry--- It's just that I haven't gone all day, and I just really need to go." Darlene said in a lower tone. "Literally all day, you see, I have a fear of public bathrooms, so when I woke up at the hotel this morning I just couldn't muster the will to go. I thought that there would be a time that I could piss in the woods, or piss in a bottle, but my parents didn't let me-- and now--- Well, I think if I don't use the toilet soon, I'm going to explode." Hanna (and I) listened to the story. I imagined, the long afternoon drive with confidence, just waiting for an oppurtunity to release your pent up bladder and to be denied relief over and over again.
God, I was becoming fascinated, my thoughts became rock hard as I put off the pancakes to appreciate the three girls that were putting on a show. Felicity burrowed herself down, pushing on her nether regions with strength, her pale face beginning to appear beet red. Darlene hadn't relieved her swollen bladder for a long time, and it showed from her pained face, crossed legs, and dancing hips. And then there was Hanna, who stood with her head against the wall, feeling the pain of standing in the same spot for nearly 15 minutes without the door opening. Part of me wished I could escort all three girls out of the diner and to the side of the room, and from there I would watch as they undress, Felicity would pull up her sundress and move her white panties to the side as she would unleash a torrent, Darlene would slide down her short shorts and panties, all trickling down with precious (and loud) relief, and Hanna would cautiously roll down her panties as the stream would appear from underneath her now Commando skirt. But that would be weird, much better for just a fantasy. Instead the girls remained in pain, the door remained locked.
But then, the next best thing occurred-- because the entrance opened again, and immediately I was sparked again.
"Hi y'all, is it two today?" The waitress asked, she legitimately seemed to be in pain at this point.
"Oh no... We were just wondering if we could use your facilities?.. Please."
"Oh... Well, they're to your right." On instinct, my head swiveled again to spot two women, both which immediately recognized the uncomfortable line in place, and from their uncomfortable stances, would only be contributing.
"Ah, shit... There's a line, Jasmine." The one on the left claimed, she was gaudy and alternative, large-chested with dark-brown skin and long braided hair, dressed in flowing blouse and oddly colored pink skirt which loosely covered her upper thigh. Still, she was bursting, obviously, from head-to-toe, with her legs scrunched up, hand pushing down on her urethra, and a pained expression that could already be seen from the other girls. Next to her, a smaller women with lighter-brown skin, petite frame and short brown hair, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, tom-boyish in nature, and her straight posture carried more of the same. I could have mistaken her for a man if it wasn't for the perky breasts that poked through her yellow v-neck shirt, and the she was pushing on her vagina as well.
"There's nowhere else we can go." Immediately, Jasmine and the other women hurried to the line, only increasing the worry of the desperate Felicity, who didn't want to expose her desperation, and remained sitting. I looked to her with a startling worry, and she turned back to me with pain drenching her face, and nearly a tear in her eye. Putting her mind off of it, she finished up her pancakes. It was crazy that the food was done, and for all 20 minutes, Hanna had been standing up there, now it was dificult to spot her in the crevice, with Darlene leaning on the wall, and the two women taking spots as well. Sometimes I would see the head of Hanna, she looked bewildered, completely enamored with her desperation, near the point of crying out.
"Erica..." Jasmine spoke, unbuttoning her jeans to relieve the pressure on her expanding bladder, "this is really bad, I'm about to explode."
"Me too, honey... Me too." Erica said with sympathy.
"We all are." Darlene introduced herself to the two women. "But I've been here for ten minutes, and this girl--" Darlene pointed to Hanna, who tried the men's bathroom for the 20th time and found no success, "she's been here for twenty."
"Twenty!" Erica reacted with shock. "Is there a dead body in the toilets or something!?"
"We've talked to her, she just won't open the door." Hanna said with complete frustration.
"Why don't we barge in, we haven't peed for a day!" Jasmine contextualized the two's shaking and complete desperation, a day? God, these girls were stronger than I could imagine. "We were supposed to go to an Air B&B, but it got cancelled, so we had to stay in our car for the night and even thought we've been dying for a piss for forever, we just couldn't find a place that had a toilet. Until now."
"You haven't gone for 24 hours!?" Darlene was amazed, as she was at wits end with only a measly 20 hours to her name.
"Something like that-- and--- Oh!!!" Erica moaned, causing a chain response for all the girls to moan. All four girls were dying, and their desperation just couldn't end. Hanna now knelt down next to the bathroom, a few spurts stained the bottom of her light-blue jean skirt, but it was nothing to Darlene, who remained in complete tension and still had a dark spot on her short shorts. Jasmine continued to push down, tears forming in her--
"Bes."
And then there was Erica, who pulled on her miniskirt and--
"Bes!"
My attention was halted, as suddenly someone was calling for me. It was Felicity, who in the madness I forgot was waging her own war. I looked at her with worry.
"Yeah?"
"Could you uh---" Awkwardly, she chose words. "Could you help me outside?"
"H...Help?" She looked to me with complete agony on her face, and I knew what she meant. I stood up from my meal, and as Mark watched, I helped up Felicity as well. She was really hurting, her face still red, with her hand carefully placed over her crotch, everything swelled and full, but despite it not a single drop on her chair-- she forced herself to hold it, and when she couldn't, she came to me. Holding her hand, I helped the bursting girl out of the diner, not even gaining attention from the other girls, they were already occupied with their own problems.
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know-- Just---- Just take me---" Felicity couldn't complete a sentence as I pulled her out. I pushed on the door and allowed her to leave the sight lines. Throughout all of this she hopped along, bursting at every corner, with every step being a careful balance not to lose control of the overflowed load inside of her. I was not aroused, though, I was worried, and with worry I made sure that she reached the side of the building, just as a large humming sound came from the highway. Felicity still looked around, she was bursting, but she could tell that given the correct angle, a passerby could see her, carefully she moved on, pushing down on the abused cloth that made her sundress.
"I promise I won't look." I told her as I let go of her hand, she was at the side of the building, nearing the back as I let her by herself. Alone, Felicity danced, a full-on potty dance as if she was a child, looking around to see if it was finally appropriate for her to pull down her panties and unleash the built up storm. I want nothing more to watch, but I promised that I wouldn't, so with pain I turned away. Still I could hear Felicity pull down her panties and moan, and---
It was silent, without any sounds of spashes or moans of relief. After 15 seconds of silence, I was confused.
"Is everything alright?"
"I.... I can't." She can't?? I thought, thinking of turning around.
"What do you mean, you can't."
"I.... It's locked, I can't...."
Awkardness filled the space between us, as I stood away from her. "Can I turn around?" I asked, wondering what was wrong.
"Yeah." I did, and to my surprise there was nothing, no liquid, no piss, but Felicity remained dancing, dying to pee. "I'm just really shy, that's all." She said, blushing. I managed out a smile, could you imagine-- pee shyness for someone so desperate, I couldn't imagine how it felt for Felicity, who was dying, and just couldn't. "I've never been able to pee outside, I just thought since it's so bad that..." She bent over, "I need to wait for a toilet."
"Well, that's okay, you'll just wait on line." I said with ignorance, and she smiled at it as if it was a joke.
"Yeah, that'll work out good." Felicity pranced back to the diner, still pulling on her sundress, and as the sun began to fade I wished for nothing more to have been able to see the pleasures of Felicity's relief-- but it'll have to wait. Maybe the bathroom was open, whoever was inside is finally out, maybe Hanna can get relief! Either way, I felt the sting of my own bladder, and the peace of the wall. I let go slowly, urinating against the wall, realizing that the strain I felt was nothing compared to those five girls. I smiled at the thought, of how many beautiful bursting bladders had been placed before me as I finished, buttoning my jeans and--
"Shit! Shit! Shit!!!"
A loud voice came near at a record pace, and I stopped, as because from the corner the figure of Darlene appeared, blue t-shirt and blue shorts that were so short that they drew my into a frenzy, all along with it a stained bottom where spurts of piss had been coming out of the desperate girls troubled urethra. She bounced her legs up and down with fury as she stopped, and looked at me.
And I looked at her.
And she looked at me.
And I looked at her.
And she pissed her pants. Her muscles stopped, and she bent forward, with the strained indigo becoming the only color as the liquid surrounded her lower body. She nearly squealed as I watched her lose complete control, eventually as the urine poured out of her body she attempted to pull down her moist shorts, but the stickiness prevented it, and suddenly she was fully drenched. I could only watch in amazement, and she reacted with horror, all turning into a shocked, saddened face-- she had so much pride, and now it was as if she was a little girl.
"I----" She struggled to make a word, still pushing down as the stream stopped. I said nothing, in shock as well. "I--- I really needed to pee." It was known. From behind her, her family appeared as she walked off, embarrassed, without saying a word. Her Mother and Father reprimanded her, "Why didn't you go like we told you to!" Her Father yelled, and Darlene's brother teased her relentlessly. Darlene was going to remember this day for the rest of her life, and so would Erica, Jasmine, Felicity, Hanna, all because someone refused to leave the bathroom.
The problem was that there were no public bathrooms from here, for 200 miles, either way. You either peed now, or you would wait, and those who came had no choice. It was the End of the Line. If you didn't pee here, you wouldn't pee anywhere.
Carefully, I walked out of the side of the building, through a window I saw Mark and Felicity, both waiting for this nightmare to end. Felicity's hands were tied, and her head was on the table. I also saw the line, now three girls, waiting with urine coming through their eyes. But it was then that I saw something else, something that made it only crazier. In the front of the diner, a school bus-- a school trip-- and unless my eyes deceived me, many girls that weren't peeing anywhere else.
END OF PART 1 |
Part II: What's Ladylike About Pain
The first time I ever saw Hanna at the brink was three years ago, a slight trip with friends from our college dorms to a large fair on the edge of town. Given the size of the fair, we had left early with a substantial group of friends who all had mentally prepared themselves for endless excitement; Hanna was less enthusiastic of this trip, and her enthusiasm drained as the day past on. The reason for her general annoyance was discomfort, one that we were not aware of-- she was awoken, and forced onto the vehicle without the chance to eat, shower, or release a good night of piss. Hanna would never tell such a group of her need, so she walked among us, ate with us, drank (slowly) with us, and lasted with us till the carnival's closing. We had all gathered at the front of the park, and with such a long period of activity, all in desperate need of the toilet.
When we reached the line of portable toilets that stretched out the front, they were soiled from an entire day of activities. Some of us beared the smell: Angela, a meager Hispanic girl hurried in, her tiny bladder being unfairly stretched, Mark, who we know entered reluctantly, even I succumbed to immediate need. Three of us were relieved, leaving three that refused the disgusting bathrooms. There was Lianna, a tall African-American girl, who wouldn't touch even the cleanest port-o-potty no matter what, Caitlin, a geekier girl who complained more of dehydration than of desperation (maybe a correlation), and then there was Hanna, miserable in plain sight, practically forcing her body not to run into the possible relief. While Lianna sometimes bent her knees and made a snappy complaint, and Caitlin would almost show signs of a full bladder every once in a while, I focused the majority of my focus on Hanna, who stood with legs crossed, and an endlessly stressed complexion on her face. I could tell that if there were one moment -- one small second-- where Hanna stopped focusing, her overclocked bladder would spill all over her and her khaki shorts. This tension forced me to keep watching, and I kept my eyes on her.
"Bes, why are you staring at me?" She noticed immediately, as she asked with a cautious, almost paranoid tone.
"Oh...." My brain froze. "I just.... I...I was just wondering if you were okay?"
"Heh..." A slight chuckle, as if she knew her facade was beat. "Trust me, I'll be alright?"
"Yeah, I figured." I was walking by her side, and I noticed that at the bottom of her tank-top, her belly protruded outwards. Inside, a swelled mass. Unbelievable, I thought, trying to hide my excitement from Hanna. "It's just that you look like you're about to explode."
Hanna smiled, "Well, you wouldn't be wrong?" She crossed her legs over. Judging by her reaction to me, it almost seemed as if she was relieved to finally get her pent-up pain out to the world. "I haven't gone in nearly 30 hours... So yeah... Gotta go." Playfully, she posed with her thighs caving inward, and her hands holding her crotch. It was absurdly hot, and my mind was doing front flips at the visualization.
"Why didn't you go to the port-o-potties then?"
"Oh... Don't worry, I can hold it." She reminded me in a confident tone. "I can always hold it." I wished to test that theory, watch as she truly reached her edge, stand pact as she drank and drank and drank and drank until this girl finally exploded in a heap of relief. But... She was only a friend, and I would not press that on a friend. In front of us, the figure of Lianna became manic, bouncing from one leg to another, dancing in the middle of the parking lot. "Oh! I can't hold it anymore!" Lianna yelled, running to a nearby patch of dirt.
"I don't use port-o-potties, or bushes-- or whatever..." Hanna kept talking, our eyes focused on Lianna in her sprint.
"Really?"
"My Mom stressed it on me. She told me it wasn't ladylike to do such things." Lianna reached the dirt, and with only an immediate crouch, a loud, directed stream of urine exploded out of her, the jet stream cutting the dirt. I tried to avert my eyes, as it would have been too embarrassing to be caught, I only heard the cries of relife, and Hanna heard them too. In the corner of my eye, I watched the brunette girl flinch with a bite of the lip, but her shorts remained dry.
"What's ladylike about pain?" I asked the remaining desperate girl, but Hanna didn't answer, she was tending her own overload. Maintaining control as the hiss of urine splashing out filled the area, even Caitlin pushed down on her frizzy dress, proving that she was a least desperate. When Lianna finished, her face read a mixture of relief and embarrassment, but it was a playful feeling as she joked about the long day, and the endlessly strained bladders. No one judged Lianna for losing control, and yet Hanna could not muster the will to release her pain. Instead, Hanna, along the other five of us, all packed into the car, two of us desperate, yet there were no complaints.
"What did you ask me?" Hanna turned to me in the car, we were in the same row, and I could see her crossed legs and slightly shaken form.
"Huh?"
"You asked me a question? What was it?"
"Oh nothing."
"Ok." Hanna turned forward , pushing slightly on her urethra with her right thumb. Coldly, she continued, "You were right. I should have gone when I had the chance."
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"Huntington School For Girls" the bold letters on the side of the bus told me everything I needed to know. I was at the side of the building, standing only a few feet from Darlene's puddle, as the bus pulled into stop and the patrons expelled from the bus in record time. It was not a large bus, smaller than most school buses, but with a similar shape, though it's white color gave it more of a prison bus than anything. I was interested, especially due to the direction, straight from the 200 mile, certainly full of full bladders. If I wasn't so worried for Felicity's locked bladder, I would have been giddy.
Hell, I was giddy, and as I carefully made my way back into the cafe, my mind was springing with possibilities of endless torture. Could you imagine, a bus-load of girls stuck on the line! I had to make my way back to my seat before I went mad with excitement. At the table, Mark and Felicity still sat. Mark was very annoyed, playing on the draining phone while trying to get out of the cafe, Felicity was locked up, worried, and in severe pain. I turned her attention to her. "Felicity. There's a bus outside, if you don't want to wait forever, I'd get on line."
"What's the point?" Felicity asked, defeated. "It's not moving." She wasn't wrong, as the three remaining girls all stood in their positions. Erica was first, she swayed back and forth as if she was a clock, constantly rubbing and squeezing the edges of her skirt. Second was Jasmine, whose desperation was quiet and subdued, bent over but still. And first was Hanna... Poor Hanna, bent over, tired of knocking on the bathroom door. Could it just open! I thought for her, I couldn't imagine how much anger she was in. "What happened with the other girl?" Felicity asked with at least a small bit of empathy.
"Oh, she pissed her shorts... Right in front of me actually." Behind the table, the door swung open to a man, in his fifties, with a dainty, worried smile. He must've been the teacher. The waitress, who was as desperate as any of us, stood as service to the teacher.
"Hi, welcome to the--uh--- End of the--ooh--Line. How many?"
"Oh, I'm with a class of mine. We were wondering if there were public restrooms available." The waitress looked over and sighed, she knew the unfortunate tragedy of this classes situation.
"Restrooms are for customers only, honey. Y'all want a bite to eat as well."
"Oh no..." The teacher struck worry. "We're not looking for someplace to eat, the girls just have to..."
"The closest rest stop is 100 miles away, honey. This is the only spot you got."
The teacher sighed and nodded to the waitress, failing to notice the long line-- the girls might get relief faster if they travel another 100 miles. "It'll be eight." The teacher spoke as he headed out to the bus, the waitress made an involuntary courtesy before setting up a large table directly adjacent to our own. Our side of the restaurant was about to be crowded, and I couldn't be happier.
"Erica..." To my right, my head turned as Jasmine spoke, she was stuck in the same position, but her face rang out in pure misery. "I don't feel good at all, I can't hold it!" She spoke through worried tears.
"It's all right, I got you." Erica retorted with kindness, and sensually she placed her right hand directly on the crotch of Jasmine, helping her out. Part of me wanted to do the same to Felicity, who seemed corkscrewed and miserable, if I could casually place my hand on her urethra, to lighten her stress. But we weren't close like that, and besides, such a shock could cause a burst itself. Frankly, I knew that I couldn't help her, any action would have been overbearing or careless, malicious or apathetic.
It's strange, because as I look back on this day I remember it as one of fantasy, where all of my wildest dreams came true for one endless afternoon. But as of the moment my reactions to the two girls struggles was one of worry and sadness. Their desperation was not enjoyable, nor was it hot, it was long, arduous, and painful. I wished nothing more for the bathroom to open up and for Felicity and Hanna to end their suffering. But alas, it continued onward. Perhaps it was because I knew them so well, or maybe it was because their pain was real, and not only for my imagination, maybe I saw some of their pain as my own when I am desperate.
Or maybe because I was in love with both girls. And as Erica pushed her love forward with sympathy and sadness, no one wants to see their loved ones in pain.
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The first time I saw Felicity truly desperate was the same day that I fell in love with her. We were both 15. It was the Freshman year of High School, and we had been friends for around a year. After meeting in eighth grade, around the time where boys and girls stopped seeing each other as objects of fear and loathing, we had become good friends, and due to being at similar academic levels, we found ourselves commonly in classes together, and due to our friendship commonly in groups together. On this day, we were a pair for a Social Studies project, one that forced us to work together beyond the confines of the school, so I had invited Felicity to spend an afternoon working on the project at my house.
Now, given that I was only a Freshman, and generally not aware of simple logistical facts about the happenings of girls. For example, I had yet to realize that the five minute passing periods were simply too short to give ladies any time to seek relief, as most girls pranced from class to class. Also, I didn't know that most girls frowned upon the toilets at the school, disgusting, full of graffiti, used tampons, and general annoyances. I also didn't realize that for most girls it was commonplace to spend all day at school without relieving a drop from their hopefully un-full bladder. What did appear to me was Felicity, who hugged me as we met up, I noticed a strange nervousness about her-- but thought nothing of it.
"Heard their was a party in Mr. Melrose's class today."
"Yeah, it was fun. I had like four cups of pop too." Felicity hinted, but I caught none of it. Felicity was subtler, and it was in her personality trait to refuse even the strongest sense of pain. It was the same reason why a girl who was about to explode would refuse to get in line for the toilet, she was taught that it was unladylike to show discontent, even if it was bursting out of you due to the fact that you drank too much soda in the beginning of the day, and never got a chance to relieve yourself. Once again, I heed to the earlier question: What is ladylike about pain? Why should Hanna suffer more than she has too? Why must Felicity hide her desperation?
When we reached my house, I had noticed that her slight quirk in walking had turned to almost a jig, she was biting her lip, bouncing up and down. "Are you all right?" I asked Felicity again, but she fibbed "No! I'm just excited, that's all." I wondered if she wanted me to call her out, expose the truth so she would have an excuse to ask permission for relief. Hell, she didn't even need permission.
But that wasn't Felicity, and she'd rather suffer in quiet than expose even a single person to her embarrassment. And I... a fellow 15 year old who didn't even realize she was desperate, played along as an ignoramus. As we entered the house, I led her down to the basement, passing an unoccupied toilet that Felicity glanced longingly at, pushing in her two blue-jean clad thighs together. By the time we were in the basement, there was a bathroom directly next to us but she had no intent loose. Felicity dropped her backpack on the ground and began to work diligently with me, squirming endlessly, sometimes dancing out-of-character, sometimes simply squeezing down on her nether regions and praying that she did not lose control in front of me.
We were like this for three hours, I was almost immediately fascinated by her endless strains and contortions. She was sweating in the cool basement, her skin nearing the color red, but she refused to let herself leave. Sometimes, when she thought I wasn't listening she would mumble her own misery to herself; "god I need to pee god I need to pee god I need to pee" she mumbled, usually with her right hand caving across her inner thigh. I never guided her, though, I figured that if she wished to relieve herself she had the agency to do so, but she had not. Besides, I had enjoyed the show so far, why stop it?
Eventually, though, I felt a tinge of empathy. "Felicity." She stared upwards at me, breaking out of her spell. "I don't mean to be pushy but... Do you need to use the bathroom?" Her skin turned pale, as if I was now a part of her (obvious) secret. She was sitting criss-cross on the ground, a large poster in front of her that she had spent the last hour glueing together alongside me. By the three hour mark, what were squirms had now become shuffles, and she could not stand still. Yet, as I inquired, she turned very still.
"C..Can I?" She asked. A silly question.
"Of course!" Immediately she stood up, looking to me as to guide her. "It's just in that door to the right." She ran to the door, hand next to her vagina, squeezing so she could make it to the door. And then... she stopped, and turned back towards me.
"It's locked." She looked back with sorrow in her eyes. I didn't understand, there couldn't be anyone in it, was the bathroom being renovated? Felicity slinked back to the poster, working again, bent over, desperate to a tee. I stared, I simply didn't understand.
"Y'know there's a bathroom upstairs."
"That's okay. I'm fine, Bes." Studious like a bee, Felicity began to work again. She continued like this for 30 more minutes, until the poster was completed and we climbed the stairs to greet her parents in the front. "You can still use the bathroom if you..." "I'm fine Bes." She wiggled in front of me, playfully, despite her bladder being beyond over-stuffed. I watched in the front lawn, her ankle twirling around, as she waited. Sometimes she would turn back to me and smile, and I was only becoming more aroused. By the time the parents arrived, and their car began to ascend my driveway, I was only more and more curious. So, as the final moments of the afternoon came, I finally popped what was on my mind.
"Hey Felicity?" The girl turned around, turning her attention away from her approaching parents. "If I may: Why didn't you just use the bathroom, I mean, I know the door wasn't locked and you were obviously desperate and..."
"Simple." Felicity smiled as she turned her head to me, moments from entering the car. "I knew you liked it."
....
Oh Shit.
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"One.Two.Three--Oh God--Four.Five.Six.Seven.Eight" At the table next to us, the older waitress shuffled between every step, her body must've been resembling the yellow dress she was trapped in, with urine coursing through their veins. Then again, that must've been true for almost every girl in the cafe, and the tensions were just as high to boot. I wasn't paying attention to Hanna, nor was a I paying attention to Felicity. It was at this moment, that the door swung open, and I met 7 girls of the Huntsville School for Girls.
"Alright girls." The teacher spoke with a charismatic tone, and despite all of the pain between the girls, they listened. They were older than I expected, with senior stance and general lack of caring, a few of the seven girls rolled their eyes at the teachers call to them. "As you can see, there is currently a line for the bathroom. Now I know that some of you are really needing the toilet..." The teacher spoke with honesty and discomfort, and the girls murmured. "But let's wait until these three girls have had the oppurtunity to--" In the back, a girl raises her hand. She was a shorter girl, scary-thin with long brown hair. "I'll answer questions when I'm done. Now, we're going to eat here but we don't have too much of a budget left for..."
"Mr. Towns" The girl in a back spoke, hardly over a whisper. "Mr. Towns." The teacher stopped.
"Yes Jessica."
"I know what you said, but I really, really need to use the... Y'know. Can I please go outside and..."
"No. There will be no squatting, or anything of the kind! According to the code, you ladies will act ladylike, no matter the circumstances and..."
"What's ladylike about being in pain!?" A voice cut through the front, talking back to the teacher. I turned my eyes to a girl on the side of the building, leaning on the edge with a rebellious aura around her. She smiled and looked at the teacher, who became beet red in almost an instant.
"Candice, if you are still willing to talk back to your teacher-- perhaps you don't need the bathroom that badly. You can wait till we get to Wichita." Candice face didn't change, though by her crossed legs, stocking covered with black short shorts covering the top of her legs, she might need it. Candice was very pretty, as I looked up to her, short but thick, with caramel colored skin, dressed awkwardly in short shorts and a tight-fitting school-sanctioned t-shirt (must've been something she was being forced to wear).
"Fine with me. I can hold it till Wichita."
"Mr. Towns! Mr. Towns!" It was Jessica again. "It's really bad... I can't hold it! I can't hold it!"
"Can we please go outside Mr. Towns!?" Another girl asked with passion, she was an Asian girl in a loose-fitting jean skirt and tanktop, all while tapdancing incessantly. "None of us have gone all day!"
"Let me make this clear!" Mr. Towns yells. "If ANY of you squat, or have an accident. I will fail you! If you can't prove you're ladylike enough to withstand a little pee, then, what good are you!" The murmuring stopped at the absurd demand, and the girls faces were glistening with absolute fear. Jessica, who must've been leaking at this juncture, bent herself like a pretzel just to prevent any possible urine from dropping. The only one who was not afraid was Candice, who smiled at the gesture.
My natural instinct was more reactionary. "That can't be legal!" I said to Felicity, who was only slightly paying attention.
"Charter school, man." Candice spoke to me with the lightest of smiles. "Anything is legal.... Whatever."
"Hey!" A voice called out as the scared students went to the table, it was Hanna's. Who had spent the entirety of the conversation tense and stiff, just like the day at the carnival. As she walked, every movement has stress, and I could feel her about to explode. "I know you're a hard-ass teacher or whatever, but I've been on the bathroom line for twenty minutes, and the girl in there refuses to come out. I don't think your girls will make it." Mr. Towns listened, but shrugged her shoulders.
"They're strong, they'll be fine." I stared at the girls, and they were not fine. The closest to me was Candice, who grabbed a nearby seat, maybe with the intent of conversation (hopefully). To her right was an Indian girl, tall with long legs and endless-but-messy curly hair, the girl sat with one foot on the chair, and her knee in the sky, all shaking constantly. Next was the Asian girl, who was nearly pushing down a fist into her pussy. Next on the table was a ginger girl with light freckles that matched her red and white dress, she read the menu to escape the deluge of urine inside of her. On the opposite side of the table was Mr. Towns, who did not take strongly to Hanna's words, though legitimate. Next to him was Jessica, who was sobbing at the inevitability that she will fail. To her right, a Hispanic girl with full proportions along with a full bladder, her long legs were nearly tripled cross. And finally, on the right of Candice was tom-boyish girl, dressed in baggy jeans and messy t-shirt, she seemed generally in control of her bladder, and the small stain at the bottom of her crotch might be why.
But then there was Hanna, in all my watching of these seven girls, I had forgotten about my own friends, namely Hanna, who walked over to us for the first time since excusing herself more than 20 minutes ago. "This is bullshit!" Hanna paced herself, probably to forget about the bursting bladder. As she neared, I had noticed more details about her appearance, including a bulge appearing at the edge of her stomach, and protruding out through her jean skirt. Hanna had responded to it, the top button was unclasp, and the belt was unbuckled, all in hopes to relieve pressure. Up close, her desperation was more real, only mirrored by the night in the carnival, I had never seen someone so stressed. "I feel like I'm going to explode."
"Me too." Reluctantly Felicity responded, yet still glanced at me with a light smile, maybe I'm still an object of impressing.
"There has to be another place to pee. Obviously this isn't working."
"There isn't for another 100 miles, according to the waitress." Hanna fell back into her chair, miserable, full to the brim. "You could go out..."
"No! I don't do that!" With defeat, Hanna leaned back in her chair, the large bulge popping out behind her brown t-shirt. It was at this moment that I could finally sit back and stare at the processions, 11 girls, all desperate, and no bathroom in any of their possibilities. Hanna, who refuses to lose control anywhere else, Felicity, who can't pee at all, the seven high school girls, all bursting, and all forced to wait by a remorseless teacher, and Jasmine and Erica, who have searched for relief all day with no avail. It was at this moment that I finally was able to smile, the sheer absurdity of it all, that so many girls could come in at one place at one time. Maybe this was a dream, and that these women would wait in baited agony until the end of time. I was there with them, watching with wonder.
Click
The room becomes quiet, and full of suspenseful breath, Hanna turns around almost too quickly, Felicity looks up from the table. The girls at the other table all perk up, and Jasmine and Erica smile. But most of all, a young women walks out of the single bathroom stall, noticing the surprised onlookers. The women stares back at the excited patrons, the desperate near-dozen.
"What?? I was sick?"
The bathroom was free. And the race was on. |
Hey, I'm back. Originally I was going to use a whole bunch of fake iphone text screens for part of this story, but every website I found was a spam-site and fucked it up somehow. So unfortunately, I had to use PROSE and actually WRITE things, my hands are burning from the pain. I hope y'all enjoy it, and I will be posting a little special short story on the 20th.
Either way.
Part 3: No
The second time I saw Felicia desperate was less surprising than the first, her consistent schedule had begun to clue me in to a constant pattern. Most days, I could catch glimpses of her end-day routine, talking with friends over the warm Afternoon skies, legs sometimes crossed, maybe a few wishful glances, but never panic. Sometimes, our final periods would match, and I would sit next to her as she complained, directed and shallow, with no intent to solve her slight problem. She would dispose stories of water consumption, of unavailable toilets, and her ‘locking conundrum’ - her own words, which usually prevented her from squatting in bushes. “It just won’t come out.” She spoke candidly, and I wondered if she ever truly understood why I was so focused.
Felicia was a fantasy, a girl who always found herself in stress, daily she would endure the inevitable filling of her body, and most days she would endure until she reached her home. In her own words: “Most days I get home and I run to the toilets, maybe wait a few minutes if my parents or my brothers are in there, but yeah… Always need to go.”
“Do you sometimes not make it?” I pried in, probably arousing suspicion. She shook her head vehemently, “Or like, go in the bushes or some shit?”
“No, never.”
“Never?” I clocked my head towards her, surely a hyperbole, right?
“Never.” It was this word that rang in my head that sunny afternoon, the weather had been dreadful, the warm air engulfed us. I had seen Felicity one time prior in the day, where we made plans to deliver an English project from one house to another. At the time, she had kept her mouth constantly on a tall bottle of water, and with my knowledge of her bathroom habits, I became intrigued. ‘Never’, what a bold word. My mind flickered with images of Felicity losing control, wetting her pants helplessly on my front door, maybe even squatting on a bush by the side, I could hardly focus on the road.
Swerving the car into my driveway, I took note of Felicity sitting at the small patio door. She stared at me through the tinted window, her legs crossed with a worried face, her hands finagled the edges of her rather short jean skirt, which enveloped the pale white skin of her thighs. We were seniors at this point, and her clothing showed it: She wore a casual tank-top with our high school’s logo plastered on the front with nothing underneath, the perkiness of her natural breasts were shown for the world to see. It was not a promiscuous showcase though, she had more important things on her mind. As I opened the door, she stood from the patio, wobbling her legs as she greeted me.
“Bes. You took forever.” She was right, once she claimed her need for the toilet, I had selfishly taken a few laps around my neighborhood. Still, I looked down and accepted, the exasperated tone in Felicity’s voice rang dearly, this wasn’t a coy need like the last time.
“You have the project.” She nodded, pulling her backpack from the patio chair and unzipping from the top, her legs bouncing up and down as she pulled out a long white poster, rolled up in a neat cylinder. She handed it to me, transitioning her hands back to her crotch, where she gave an uncomfortable courtesy to me. “Can we go over the project while you’re he…”
“Yes! Just… Open up so I can get to the bathroom, please.” I abided, walking to the nearby door with my keys in my hand, I could sense Felicity watching from the side, waiting on me with baited breath, squirming and shivering. My hands shook from my excitement, and the house key wobbled in my hands, delaying her.
“Really bad, huh?” I spoke, finding the key again.
“You have no idea! I drank so much today!” The key slipped again, and the desperate eyes peered. I turned my head to see Felicity, she may have been furious, bent over at a slight degree, pushing down on the small patch of denim in front of her crotch.
“You should have just went in the bushes.” I suggested, though I couldn’t imagine it being what she wanted to hear.
“At someone else's house, you’re… uh… you’re crazy!” She gave a small moan as she spoke, and just as she spoke the key finally entered the hole, the knob twisted, and the desperate girl and I ventured into the house. Felicity had been here before, and she followed the walls to the nearest toilet like a dog to a scent, instinctively I walked behind her, noting every small step, every clutch, and maybe even a dribble.
And then we were there, a bland beige door that was somehow a sanctuary in this time and need. I pretended not to watch as she gripped the door, it was luckily unlocked, and she began to enter. But then, Felicity turned back. “Can I use the bathroom?” I looked up, she spoke to me, bent forward, about the burst. She wanted permission? “I never asked… May I go.”
My brain snapped from instinct, it was too dumb of a question to warrant thought. “What? Of course you can.” She smiled and nodded, quickly escaping sight behind the door, locking in its place. From inside the room, I could hear the muffled sound of a stream, long and loud, but all I could think about was that question. ‘Can I use the bathroom?’, why would she ask that? It’s not like I could’ve stopped her. Maybe Felicity is just too kind.
Maybe, I should have said no. “No.” I imagined the look on her face after that resounding word, confused and tormented. Maybe she would ask again, and my reply would be the face, she would close the door. Maybe she would walk back to the main room, we would discuss the project as she moans constantly, her legs trying to force the charge of urine to remain in her body. Maybe she would piss herself in the middle of the room, losing control as I could watch with amazement in her eyes. Maybe she would drive away with the full bladder, and I could only imagine the torture that would remain for her. Maybe I would have betrayed her trust, maybe she would have hated me, maybe she desperately wanted for me to say no. I smile with a certain glee, this feeling of power that felt so wrong yet was wonderful to me. If only I could say no…
The door swung open, and Felicity appeared, spree and relaxed, smiling from ear to ear. “Thanks. That felt so good.” I smiled back, hiding my sudden melancholy from the happy girl. I could never say no, I thought to myself, nothing was worth hurting my friend. I just hope someone else says no for me.
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If you could imagine what 12 bursting women looked like when a bathroom was presented to them, the actual result would be a lot more hectic. Hanna and Felicity had turned to the bathroom, but were currently at our table. Felicity stayed sitting, her rigid form told me that any wrong move and she could explode, but Hanna was more energized. Hanna ran back up to the toilets, where Jasmine and Erica stood, both of the desperate couple were pacing towards the open toilet as well. “Wait! I was in line first!” Hanna panicked, almost yelling at the two desperate women, Jasmine was still with cross-legged, and Erica was swaying from right to left.
“You got out of line, sister.” Erica retorted, she had spent most of her energy on the more desperate Jasmine, but Erica was certainly desperate, her available hand felt attached to her fraily skirt, and now that the bathroom was available she stood with one thigh in front of the other, pushing on themselves.
“Come on… Please.” Hanna had a case, she had stood at the occupied toilet for nearly 20 minutes, waiting impatiently, dancing, clawing pushing. Still, all was fair in love and piss (I think that’s how the saying goes), and therefore Erica did lot let off.
“MRTOWNSCANIUSETHEBATHROOM!” From the other table, one of the school-girls had screamed out her wishes. It was Jessica,the nosy, ultra-desperate schoolgirl with long brown hair and a scrunched up dress. All 7 of the girls were in a tiffy, the teacher Mr. Towns had made an ultimatum: Piss yourself and you fail the course, but at this point, they might not have had a choice. As the toilet opened, the girls fought to ask Mr. Towns for permission first, but it was the bursting Jessica.
“I’m about to piss myself.” Erica said, though her complaints fell on deaf ears.
“You think, I’m not!” Hanna yelled back, it was no catight, any extraneous movements and both girls could lose control of their overfilled bladders.
“Alright, Jessica. You can all go one at a time. Except you, Candice.” Mr. Towns turned his eyes to the girl closest to me, she maintained a calm composure, but you could tell something was bubbling under the surface. Jessica had stood up, leaving the six other struggling girls, and hobbled over to the bathroom.
“I was here first!” Hanna was never like this, normally calm and composed, she had reached her breaking point. This surprised me, not only was it irrational for her character, but also because I had seen Hanna hold for so much longer. Maybe she had drank too much. Erica was also seemingly irrational, both women being strung along by this immense pain.
“Excuse me.” Jessica spoke, standing behind the arguing girls. In their arguments, neither of them went into the bathroom, wasting time for everyone. The smaller girl’s cries turned Erica and Hanna’s eyes, both seemingly in control compared to the tortured Jessica, who was permanently bent forward, hand pushing down with force. “Can I please go, I don’t know it I can hold it much longer.” Her voice nearly cracking, too much force being exerted to be composed.
“There’s a line that…” Erica spoke, but Jasmine interjected, pushing her lover’s thoughts to the side.
“Wait.” Erica and Hanna turned to Jasmine, stuck to the wall, legs bent inward, but still holding a fairness to her. Jasmine would be the savior to the girls. “These girls have to go more, we can wait for them.” Jessica nodded, and as she stood I noticed a small splotch of darkness on her gray dress, she was losing control quickly. “Look at them, they’re about to explode.” It was fair, turning my eyes to the table revealed a mass desperation, the girls sat at the table, fidgeting, squirming, most not paying attention to the food in front of her. The girls were all holding crock pots about to explode, sans Candice, who seemed calm and alert. Candice had her attention to the girl next to her, an Indian girl in a red dress, who was in obvious pain.
“You don’t understand, I’m… We are about to explode, Jasmine!” Erica stood in front of the door, searching for a polite time to enter the free bathroom, Hanna watched from the side as well, more empathetic. I had sympathy for everyone, they were all bursting, but I could see the splotches continue to appear, Jessica losing control in short order. And for Erica, such a conclusion only took a glance, the desperate women relaxed her grip on the door, and Jessica slinked through, thanking the adults. She was the first to relieve herself.
“Mr. Towns!” Another girl spoke, the hispanic girl with a firm body. She had a tougher posture, but was succumbing to the urges. “Can I go on line, please?”
“When Jessica exits, you can Maya.” Maya crossed her arms again, the rules were now set: Whoever asked first would go first (except for Candice, who relaxed at the edge of the table, sometimes even sipping her water). This realization changed the tables mood, what was once doom-and-gloom became almost a competition, the girls all watched the bathroom door-- the first to recognize the turning of the door handle would be the winner, and the losers would have to wait a few more excruciating minutes. It was not a meritocracy, some girls had to go more than others.
Out of the remaining girls, two caught my eye: A ginger girl sitting far away from me, her head from bent down, her eyes invisible. I could only imagine she was pushing down on her urethra, restricting the encompassing flow. The other girl was near me, the Indian girl, with long hair and a red dress, who was slouched over in her chair, while her actions were meant to be hidden, my angle allowed me to see her hands rubbing and massaging her inner thighs, sometimes squeezes from knuckles. I kept my eyes away, as I did not wish to be caught.
When the door handle pushed downward, nearly the entire restaurant reacted. Maya, who won the race, stood up with urgency, she was dressed in a white blouse and indigo jean shorts, she pulled down on the edges of her shorts as she hopped to the lavatory. Jessica walked back to her seat, still anxious from her close call. Erica and Jasmine had walked away from the hallway, they would sometimes whisper in each other’s ears, probably words of encouragement, both of them seemed in a terrible state. The angriest was Hanna, who was still dancing around, pacing back and forth from her miserable state. Finally, at the table the 5 remaining desperate girls prodded: “MR. TOWNS”, “MR. TOWNS.” “MR. TOWNS?” “Mr. Towns.” “MRTOWNS!”
“Kay, you can go next.” Mr. Towns spoke, guzzling down a cup of coffee. Kay must’ve been the tomboy, as she gave a sigh of relief. I wondered if the teacher saw the large stain on her light-colored jeans, loosely fitting with urine trickling down. As the remaining girls settled, one particular girl had turned to the ginger. It was the asian girl, with a twisted grin on her face.
“What’s wrong, Beth?” The Asian girl said in a cruel, conniving tone, the words ringing high in octave. Beth responded in a grimace and what I had to imagine was a small whisper, I could not see her lips move, but I could see the girls smile, trying to expose poor Beth, who was certainly the most pained of the girls at the table. “Are you about to piss your dress?!” the girl continued, she must have been a bully, the way she spoke with a sarcastic grin, the way that Beth refused to look at her, it was all humiliation. What didn’t make sense to me was that the bully was also bursting, not as much as Beth, but was constantly shifting her feet, clanging knees together, holding in a swath of urine. Projection maybe, all I knew was that it wasn’t unusual, the other girls at the table stared but were not shocked, watching the bully. “It would be so embarrassing if you wet yourself here in this diner and--”
“Stop it, Christine.” Beth enunciated, and all heads turned towards her.
“What’s wrong, about to lose control?!” Christine kept talking, her voice grating on my ears with her sing-songy, joking tone. Beth shuffled her legs around, plopping her head back on the table, trying to ignore Christine. “You feel all that urine bursting out of you while everyone watches.”
“Christine!” From across the table, Candice spoke, nearly a yell. “Shut the fuck up, for once!” All heads swiveled over to the girl nearest to me, I quickly pulled my head forward, noting Mark and Felicity watching the other tables events with similar investment. I turned my head back, seeing the action myself.
“Language, Candice.” Mr. Towns spoke, he wasn’t paying close attention to his classmates, guzzling coffee while playing with his phone. “And no teasing, Christine.” He spoke with less conviction, just enough for his words to have no meaning. Christine turned to Beth, malice in her eyes, stretched out her arms and began to tickle the desperate girl.
“Christine!” Beth bounced upwards in her chairs only to shrivel up, her body contorting to this sudden torture. The action was small, Christine had gently prodded her fingers on the exposed arm of Beth, but Beth’s response is expected of someone who was filled with piss. “Chris--eugh--” She moaned, certainly from stopping a spurt of liquid, “STOP IT!” Around her, girls around her began to act, specifically Jessica (who was free from the bladder torture) and Candice had stood up, trying to separate the bully from the victim. The fastest mover was Beth, who stood up despite the spasms from the full bladder, she sprinted away from the table, arriving in the middle-point between the hallways and the table, nearest to her were Erica and Jasmine, who watched the desperate girl.
And was she desperate! Now that I could see below her waist, Beth was a total mess. Her red and white dress was crinkled from the pulling, and from a limited amount of spurts, a relatively large black splotch existed in the bottom, inches away from thighs. It did not reduce the desperation, as Beth did a frantic dance: Side to side, up and down, tears in her eyes from the constant pain. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I had already seen once accident, and Beth seemed much more desperate than Darlene did. “Uhhh!” She moaned again, her pale thighs shaking under the pressure. Erica, whose situation was nearly as dire, watched as if it was a car crash-- If Beth didn’t get to a toilet in the next few seconds, she was about to explode.
“MRTOWNS!?” Beth screamed, the slight ticking must have been the last straw, and now the girl was nearing destruction. I could tell nearly the entire restaurant was watching, and she had every right to prevent such an embarrassing moment. “Please let me go next, I can’t…”
“Now, Bethany.” Mr. Towns spoke, a little more worry in his voice, but now with a condescending tone. “We have rules, and Kay is going next--”
“I CAN’T HOLD IT!!!” Beth screamed her lungs out, and the entire restaurant looked (even a family on the other end who had entered for a meal during this madness). “OH GOD!!” Beth bent over again, trying everything in her power to resist nature’s call. But she was losing the battle, and we all could see it, especially Erica and Jasmine, who must have been worsened by the presence of such a desperate person. Erica looked on edge, constantly brushing around her flappy mini-skirt, Jasmine found a way to look more rigid, squeezing on her urethra with vice-like grip. Even Hanna watched, who was sitting down at the edge of the wall, and even though from my angle I could see her white panties and inner thighs, she only cared about her fully bladder and poor Beth.
“S..She can go…” Kay spoke, as the intensity of the room began to rise. Even I, with no stakes involved, had a beat in my stomach. “This is pretty crazy…” I said to Felicity, but she did not respond, in her own world I figured.
“No! You will wait until after Kay as that is the rules!” Beth grimaced, pushing down even harder, more splotches of darkness appearing on her red and white dress, every second ticking down to losing control. Beth twisted her waist around, her knees interlocked and bent together in a puzzling daze.
“Uhhh!” Another moan from Beth, and now Candice stood up again, visible fire in her eyes.
“This is bullshit!” Candice yelled at Mr. Towns, forcing the teacher to actually make eye contact with one of the girls. “She’s about to piss herself, and you don’t care! Let the fucking girl get in their next!”
“Language, Candice!”
“Listen to me! You force us onto a bus for 8 fucking hours, no rest-stops, no lunch breaks, and you expect us to be fine! What are we, some form of slave to you! What right do you have to do this shit! Now Towns has stood up, a slight bit of anger forming on his creased face.
“Young lady!”
“Don’t young lady me!” The diner was now focused on Candice, but I kept an eye on Beth, who was still bouncing, struggling heavily, every movement designed to resist the impenetrable wave. “What right do you have to stop her, you fascist asshole!”
“You do realize that I could have told the bus drive to not stop here, right!?” Mr. Towns dropped his defenses, and his anger shown through. “And while I have done something explicit for all of your own good, you treat me as if I am a fascist. I am a fascist!” Mr. Towns smiled, shaking his head. “No, I am your teacher. You all were put in this class so you could become proper members of society, and guess what: Not urinating yourself is part of being a proper member of society!” Silence sprung as Candice had no response. Nothing Mr. Towns said was false, we do expect people to hold constantly until they find a place to relieve themselves, and it’s not his fault that the bathroom has been delayed. Even Maya had taken her time, and all girls were paying the price, but not because of Mr. Towns.
The seconds raged on, and the crowd waited for Candice’s response with baited breath. I could see her staring back, words on the tip of her tongue, ready to find the answer, to expose the asshole teacher once-and-for-all. But then there was another noise: “EAAHHHHH!!!” We turned towards the edge of the diner where Beth stood, her legs now almost straight, and from between the legs and between the cloth of her red dress, a long stream of urine fell, landing on the tile floor. The response was mostly shock, as the puddle increased in size, but many looks of sympathy as well. Beth’s face was heartbreaking, pent-up pain alongside sadness and embarrassment, she seemed to be on the verge of sobbing, unable to fight this pain anymore. And it wouldn’t end, almost 45 seconds passed and piss was still coming out. Hanna had averted her eyes, squatting over towards the wall, hand still pushing down. Felicity remained in the same state, bursting, but locked up. At the table, the remaining desperate girls were clutching their crotches with looks of sympathy, even Christine, the bully, had a look of shock and cringe on her face.
After 50 seconds, the final trickles came out almost exactly at the same time as Maya, who had been in there for 3 minutes had exited, and the sobbing Beth took an eye for the now opened, maybe a reprieve as the wet girl ran towards the open bathroom. Maya evaluated the scene with shocked eyes as Beth ran past her, entering the bathroom just a minute too late. And as she opened the door she… “WAIT!!!”
A scream, desperate and needy was heard, probably for Beth. I looked towards the table, figuring it was from Kay (who despite the wet stains on her jeans, still desperately needed to use the bathroom, but the scream came from farther). I evaluated the room before looking back at the puddle, and Erica. “Wait!” Erica screamed again as Beth stopped, she was nearly standing on her urine, as Beth had pissed near their location. That action, the accident and all the watching must have awoken what Erica had maintained, as her body was in complete fight-or-flight mode. She had to pee. “Please! I’m in the same spot that you are in! I’ve tried to hold it but… Oh God.”
She stopped, and my eyes turned to Jasmine, who must’ve noticed the stains before anyone else. Suddenly, Erica was still, and then she burst. It was as if her crotch was a hand grenade, as Erica dress was almost immediately drenched from bursting out urine, soddening her mini-skirt and layering over her dark skin. “OHHH!!! OHMYGODD!! NO!!!” She attempted to stop the flow, squeezing down on the skirt, but the act had caused her to lose her balance on the immense puddle of urine. The women fell down to her knees, urine still coming out. Jasmine could only watch, barely holding on as her girlfriend fell to the immense struggle, they had claimed that they couldn’t find a bathroom all day, and watching the propensity of urine that came out, I believed them.
As the urine trickled out, the diner fell into silence. It had been one hell of the night, and as darkness fell on the highway, there were still eight desperate women. Candice, Kay, the Indian girl and Catherine still remained with full bladders, Hanna and Felicity kept strong, the waitress had been on the other side of the room with the other family, but even she remained full, and finally Jasmine, who held on as her girlfriend kept her misery to herself, crying but without the theatrics. Also, I noticed that Beth had entered the bathroom, preventing the still desperate girls a chance, it was selfish, but at this point I had nothing but sympathy. As the tension wore down, I smiled at Felicity again, who was still locked up.
“Hell of a piss stop, huh?” I smiled, but her reaction stayed the same. “Y’know, we could always find somewhere else.”
“It’s a sunk-cost at this point.” Felicity said, “besides, we really only have ten minutes until we get our chance.” I nodded. Looking back, none of us had any idea just how bad it would get. This was only the beginning of the most hellacious, absurd night of our lives-- a life predicated on one thing and one thing only. Finding a God-Damned usable toilet.
It was ten minutes later when people began to tense up again. Everyone was maintaining, Hanna still was hanging on, Felicity remained sitting, the four remaining desperate girls were antsy, but holding on. But there was one problem, Beth wasn’t getting out. As I continued to chew on the slice of cherry pie that we ordered, I noticed out of the corner of my eye one of the girls standing up. It was Kay, who must have been very annoyed with this roadblock, once Beth leaved, she could pee.
Kay hobbled past the waitress, trudging through the large puddle of two girls accidents, holding on despite the circumstances, she walked past Jasmine caring for her girlfriend, cleaning her up with napkins as Erica gave a remorseful cry, she even walked past the bursting Hanna, who was in no mood for anything but relief, and went to the bathroom door.
*knock* *knock* Kay banged with authority, and the desperate girls looked on, especially Christine and the Indian girl, who were both still bursting. Candice kept to herself, but now her legs were crossed, still a far-stretch from the other girls. *knock* *knock*, once again Kay struck the door. “Listen, Beth… I’m sorry about what happened, but there are still girls here that need to go, could please open up.” Silence again, Kay putting her ear on the door, waiting for some muffled response.
Once again, I was watching intently, looking at Kay’s worried face, her legs even slightly dancing as she did her task. It wasn’t until her eyes turned to horror that I was aroused again. “Beth, you don’t under---” She spoke again, a rise tone in her voice. Now the desperate girls were watching, worried again. “Beth? Beth!”
“Kay, what did Bethany say?” Mr. Towns spoke as Kay walked back with trepidation. All of the girls watched as well, and I noticed the Indian girl holding down on her pussy, worse than ever, needing a positive response.
“No.” Kay spoke with slight shock.
“No? Tell me what she said.”
“You don’t understand.” She fell silent again, realizing that for all the girls, the nightmare was not over. “She said ‘No’.” |
Chapter 4: Layla
The thing about small towns is that everything spreads: News, gossips, conversations, happenings, even your hidden secrets get found by a careful eye. Everyone is somebody's’ someone, and therefore you don’t have the luxury to be around strangers. This means that gossip must be told in locked rooms, all windows must be closed before a fight, and that in any rather adversarial moment, you cannot embarrass yourself on the side of the street.
“This is really bad, Layla.” My sister spoke, reminding me of the fact for the 40th time. We had found ourselves on a long stretch of open land between houses, a standard walk but one that was compromised this time. Danielle, my sister, had drunk too much pop at lunch, and now-- ten minutes from relief, felt the need to endlessly complain to me.
“I get it.” Danielle struggled to keep up with my pace, her legs were crossed at points, back hunched over with a rhythmic bouncing along with her walking motion. “You’re not going to get anywhere walking that slowly!”
“I can’t hold it, I can’t--”
“Oh come on! You’re sixteen--”
“Layla, I can’t hold it!”
“Go pee on the grass!”
“What if someone sees me!” I knew that was the rebuttal before I even made my suggestion. Maybe if it were an alley in New York City, some big metropolis where you can see someone and never see them again. But here-- If Mandy drives past my sister squatting, she might tell her husband Kyle, who’ll tell Butch at work, who would tell Nancy at the diner, who might tell the whole damn town! It would be nice, though, letting go. All the theoretical talk of urination only reminded me of how much pop I had drunk-- and the strong pain lingering in my abdomen.
“Let’s just focus on getting to a toilet.” Danielle had become quiet again, though the light moans and stressful cries kept diverting my focus. I need to get to the toilet, Danielle could not see me wet myself. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, looking back on the moment, but at 18 I could not let my younger sister see how desperate I was. If she was in front of me, maybe she would have seen the frustrated grimace on my face, or how I would sometimes pat down near my inner thigh, sometimes rubbing the small part of my legs covered by my dark-blue daisy dukes.
You just had to keep walking. Walking was relief. You have to keep walking.
“Y’know my friend Jean?” I spoke, changing the subject.
“Yeah?”
“She went to New York City this winter. You know what she said was the worst part?”
“Listen if you’re going to talk about water, I really can’t…”
“There is nowhere that you can pee. She told me that she would leave her hotel and take a subway every day, which meant that she couldn’t just come back to the hotel. But in the city, there are almost no available bathrooms.”
“But they’re in buildings?”
“That’s what I thought, but, that’s what she said. She also told me about this one time she was shopping in this place called Soho, big fashion district, really expensive. Well, she’s shopping for 30 minutes and she suddenly really needs to pee. No problem, right? Some store is gonna have a toilet… But none of them do! She’s searching every store for 2 hours, now just dying for a piss, and can’t find a single one.”
“That sounds horrible.”
“It gets worse, because she finally finds the only place in Soho with a bathroom. A Starbucks, she runs in and she sees this massive line! 100 women, all shoppers just bursting for a pee. A line like that would take an hour, maybe more! So Jean panics, she’s dying for a piss, she’s about to explode, she needs a toilet but there isn’t one.”
“Can you tell me later, I really don’t want to hear about--”
“Wait, I’m getting to the point! Because Jean only panics for a second because suddenly she realized that there are no toilets in Soho. That pain she is feeling, that bursting pain was suddenly not one of anxiety, but one of just pain, like a stubbed toe or bruise. That pressure is no different than braces. She told me that she shopped for four more hours, fullest bladder she has ever had, but she wasn’t bursting.”
“What’s the point?”
“The point is that it is all mental, you are dying for a piss but that’s only because there is a toilet in the future. What if there wasn’t one? What if we just were walking for fun!” I looked back to see a tired expression on my sister’s face, she was not amused, still bent over, hands pushing on her urethra. “It’s only pain.”
“Well, if it is only pain. Then it really, really hurts.”
“Fair enough.” I smiled back at her. It was true, it really, really hurted. “Let’s get home-- it’s only five minutes away.”
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Even by the most modest standards, Yorksen was a small town. Quaint, quiet, without even the faintest bustle beyond the cars rattling past, some might even say that Yorksen was a parallel universe to what you’d come to expect from this part of the world. Of course, most of the world doesn’t see the beauty of Yorksen, most see it as a mistaken exit on the freeway, forcing drivers to zip to the right, do a u-turn, and re-enter the highway. From my house, you could almost watch the unfortunate drivers do the process, only a few would enter the town for more than a few seconds.
If you were the lucky ones, you could see a handful of roads painted with small homes on the grassy fields. There was a gas station, a measly, old Chevron with a particular nasty grump at the front counter. There was also a hotel, shabby and plain, where only the exhausted would venture to from the road. Drive a little forward, and you would begin to see homes-- some were rural and other were minimal, but all kept a specific Northeastern charm. This charm was what most Yorksen folks considered pride.
Oh--- and there was the diner. Right off of the highway, it was a relatively common place for eats and for-- more necessary needs. Most people entered their because they new it would be the last place before the endless highway that followed. If you had the faintest hunger or pinch in your bladder, you might as well enter into the blast from the past. The soft neon on the window and the cracking paint chips made it comfortable while it fell apart. End Of The Line Diner-- even now I could smell the coffee and pancakes.
In total, Yorksen was 200 people strong, most having lived here their entire lives. A little dispatch of humanity off the highway, with hardly any mobile service, only a drip of internet and a lot of open space. It was beautiful and I could not wait to leave.
But for now, I had to finish school-- And right this moment, I just had to keep walking. Just keep walking.
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*CRANK* *SPUT* *BRRR* Every shake the old suspension on the school bus made rattled to my core. The highway road always had this effect on the short, yellow bus I took every morning, but today felt particularly threatening. I counted seconds, minutes, anything I could to take my mind off of--- it. We were ten minutes away from school, and I had resorted to a long green pen from by backpack, using the pen to push down on my crotch, pinpointing the pressure straight in the middle. It might have been embarrassing, but it was the only way to stop the flood.
“Layla?” Jean had taken notice to my strange actions. If your friend next to you began pushing down on her urethra with a pen would you not notice? Besides, my skirt was crinkled and pulled up, a result of me tugging and playing with the edges, rubbing my thighs vicariously. “Are you going to be okay?”
“I… I don’t think so.” I bounced around again, changing the position of the pen from the edge of the point at the top. The strong pressure was enough to seal the lid-- but for how long? This could not be healthy! “I’ve never needed it so badly.” I said through sweat and tears. Jean had been a loyal and empathetic friend my entire life, and I could see worry in her eyes as well. I was not kidding, this was the worst bout of desperation I had ever had.
The night prior, I already knew my fate. I was grounded that week, which meant I couldn’t go outside, I couldn’t hang out with friends, and most importantly, I stayed in my room. At night, as I laid in bed, I could feel the pings of my bladder yelling to me. I could have pulled a trash can, but I didn’t want to make a mess. Instead I just lied, staring at the ceiling, taking my mind off my full bladder.
The surprise was dozing off, and waking up with a strain down in my belly I had never experienced before. Immediately, I sat up and pushed down on my panties, making sure that no urine had escaped from it. Nope, completely dry. I flopped off the bed, pulling a white bra and my school uniform. I could hardly focus on the holes, or the movements to put on the clothing, I could only twitch and squirm from the incredible liquid forced inside of me. A glance to the mirror confirmed it, my bladder was protruding nearly an inch out of my thin stomach. I almost was impressed before I remembered how much each drop was hurting me.
“Y’know I have a water bottle..” Jean treaded forward, a bit of caution in her voice. It hurt so much, but I couldn’t risk it-- there was too many people I knew, too many eyes, too many mouths. On the bus from Yorksen to the school there were only 10 kids. That was the reason that there was no simple bus trip, but instead we were pushed onto the highway. Yorksen was too small, and if even one of the 10 saw myself filling a water bottle with urine-- it would be a disaster.
But so would wetting myself, and as even the pen could not stop the throbbing pressure, that was becoming more and more of a reality. It just hurt so much--
I remembered that morning pushing away a small glass of orange juice, poured from my Mother. She could probably tell from my shakiness and my posture that something was horribly wrong-- but so was skipping breakfast. “Drink, Layla.”
“I’m fine--” I spoke near a whisper, walking the line of talking back. Mom couldn’t see it, but I was sitting precariously, my right heel found itself lodged between the hard wood and my crotch, providing a comfortable but still troubling spot. My chest still twitched and my left foot tapped the ground endlessly. It was obvious, so obvious that even Danielle could see it-- she looked with a confused glance. But my mother must’ve not cared.
“It’s good for you.” She pressed, flipping eggs on the stove and not even batting an eye.
“I’m not thirsty, sorry.”
“Why you--”
“I’m not thirsty!”
“Don’t fight your mother-- It’s just orange juice.” Dad responded from inside the walls of his newspaper. He wasn’t even paying attention, and assumed my anger was out of spite. He couldn’t see me bouncing either. At this moment, I had to be candid.
“Mom, Dad, I’m sorry, but if I drink any more, my bladder is going to explode.” I levelled my feet and pushed down on my school-uniform, squirming around almost as an obvious sign. Mom stared back, and even Dad pulled down the newspaper ever-so slightly to catch a glimpse. But it wasn’t enough to convince them either way.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Mom chimed in, pushing the orange juice back in my face with the most apathetic grin I’ve ever seen. “Have your orange juice.”
“If it makes you feel better, I really have to pee too.” Jean spoke down to earth, though in my aggravated state it was almost as if she was mocking me. I could see a slight twitching in her legs too, wrapped in pantyhose and small leather shoes. My legs were bare (raising my legs to put on tights would have certainly made me lose control), and they wrapped and curled in unending motion.
We were five minutes away on the bus, a time I knew because we had pulled off the highway, turning the *RUMP* and *CRACKLES* failings of the suspension turned into bumps from the unkempt small-town road. Our school was located in Wyatt, a larger town of 2000, with a nice public school with a gym, and an office, and thankfully a bathroom right at the front. I pulled down on my skirt, I knew the moment the bus stopped I would have to dash for it. Almost certainly, it was going to be a struggle.
I remembered fearing this moment only 30 minutes prior, struggling to make the 100 meter trek from my house to the bus stop. I had walked with my thighs nearly crossing each other, making stops for every small spurt of liquid or any painful cramp. When I finally reached the bus stop, I found myself simply bent over, putting all my weight to my sensitive pussy.
“Layla…. Layla…. Layla.”
“WHAT!?” I screamed at Danielle, who stood behind me watching intently, feet steady, maybe a few passes to her own full bladder.
“I can see your underwear.” I paused, realizing that it would make sense. I was bent over, my tall (5’11, tall for a girl) made it harder than usual to reach down to grab, but I needed to. Carefully, I adjusted my stance, straightened my body while still holding on, my legs constantly moving back-and-forth, side-to-side.
“Do you think you can make it to the school?” She asked out of concern. At the moment, I believed that it was a foregone conclusion-- at some point on the bus ride, my bind would be broken, and urine would fly out of me with force.
“I have to. T..There’s no choice.” And I didn’t, 28 minutes of an endless drive to another town, and my bladder stayed pact, the pain increasing with every step. By the time we reached the school, my legs felt like spaghetti, tired and wrapped around each other. My skirt was bent and only slightly stained with slight wet marks on the back, my thigh jiggled like jello. I hopped up, placing the heavy backpack around my shoulders, and decked it.
“Oh. Oh. Oh” My squeaked as I passed through heaps of students, most I didn’t know. Some people caught the eye of my situation, maybe because of my hand being forced down my skirt, or maybe because of the mortified expression on my face. But I didn’t mind the quizzical looks, my only intent was to reach the bathroom, which became a distant object with the endless swarm of students at the front desk.
“Oh God!” I yelled to myself, I felt the entire weight of my bladder shift downward again. The running had caused the large basin to splash around, and now it set back down onto pressure on my urethra. I pinched with all my force, but even then some spurts were coming out. I crossed my legs, feeling a spurt of urine land in my panties and some reaching my inner thighs. This was real bad… As bad as it could be. I hadn’t peed in nearly 30 hours and had finally reached my breaking point.
But I had to reach there. What if Margaret saw, and she told Brad, and he told his friends, and they told their friends. In just a few hours the “mildy hot girl from Yorksen” becomes “the girl who peed their skirt on the way to school.” It couldn’t happen, it wasn’t possible. Their had to be a way.
I had to keep walking, it was the only way. Just keep walking… Just keep walking.
Or running… JESUS CHRIST, RUN!!!
Suddenly, I felt the gates open. It wasn’t a conscious action, one done out of pain, nor was it done out of my own volition. It simply happened, something about the running, or about how far the bathroom still was so far away. Maybe it was safety, the liquid had potential to simply burst my poor bladder. Either way, in one moment, I could feel a stream exit my body, around a crowd of people, at my school.
It had been so long. Pacing in my room at 8:00 pm, feeling the fullness of my bladder and wondering if I could wait so long. Squirming in my bed till the early morning, wishing I could muster up the tiniest bit of pride just to take a fucking leak outside. Pushing down in the morning endlessly until I could feel numbness in my hands. Why didn’t I ever just pee? Go to a toilet? It could have been so easy just to feel… painless. But there was always fear, a fear of being seen, a fear of being laughed at. I had always been afraid to feel uncomfortable, and now I was in my greatest plight. At the threat of being shamed in front of the entire school, I had to push down, absorb all of the pain and reach the toilet.
So I squeezed in the same way that you squeeze a running hose, spurts poured out from any weak spot, all of this getting absorbed by my cotton panties. I squirmed and nearly danced around people, some giving me an eye before turning around. Imagine the look they would give if you wet yourself, I reminded myself after every bout. Still, I pushed. I sprinted around the corner, pulling the backpack in front of my skirt so no one could see it if I wet myself, which was more of a given at this point. Even if I reached the toilet, my skirt was covered in pee.
Finally, I found the toilet. The thing I had been dreaming about for nearly half-a-day. With all my remaining might, I lifted one hand from my skirt and pulled on the door. Finally, waddling to the door, I began lifting my skirt and pulling on the door handle. I even ignored the disgusting high school toilet, as I had no choice. I pulled myself down and…
In my opinion, it was a top five feeling of my life. After nearly a minute, I stayed on the toilet admiring how good it felt to release everything. My hair was a mess, my forehead was covered in sweat, my panties were ruined (I’d peed through them in my haste), my skirt was no better. But I felt amazing.
The pain was gone. I pulled off my panties and put-them in a never-used patch in my backpack, hoping that no was paid too much attention to what was underneath today. Even if, I didn’t care.
There was just one promise from all of that-- that no matter what, I would never get that desperate again, and for the most part I did a good job at that. Sometimes desperation would happen, but it would never reach a point like it did that day.
But two years later, there was one particular night...
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Just keep walking, just keep walking, just keep walking.
“Dad?” Danielle requested the moment we walked through the door, her legs still dancing after the long walk. I slowly locked the door as she made her demands. It had been another ten minutes and I could feel my bladder slowly fill to a more urgent state. Only slightly though, it was Danielle who seemed to be on the verge of losing control, she bounced around from room to room, hopping from foot to foot. “Dad!?” She asked again, her voice bouncing in pitch, I could see her excitement, she must be truly bursting. Still, I provided no help, instead I pulled a water bottle from the fridge, the long walk gave me a partially full bladder and a thirst, and I quenched at least one (to my detriment, as I would find out).
“Danielle, honey?”
“I drank too much pop and Liam’s house, do you think we could go to the thing early today?” Watching the scene from the back, I could see the bounciness of Danielle’s legs only increase, a few pats on her thighs to drive home her urgent need, but all in return was a blank face.
“Listen, I’m really tired. How about in thirty minutes?”
“I can’t hold it thirty minutes!” Immediately Danielle responded. I believed her claim, seeing how she danced around. Dad, simply sat up, noticing that any other action could lead to a very bad situation. Danielle’s face lit up, and her dancing limited itself slightly (it must’ve been an act, to an extent). As Dad put on pants and a shirt, I watched as she smiled, rubbing her hands between her thighs. We were getting relief.
And in Yorksen, relief is a limited resource. Some people wait all day for relief, sometimes we can wait days. The reason? Well… Plumbing. Yorksen was predominantly built as a pop-up on the highway, and did not feature the infrastructure you would expect for a small town. This meant that when the buildings were set up, it was impractical to feature products you can’t use. So there were no sinks, or stoves, and most importantly, no bathrooms. Eventually, our houses would receive amenities, but the buildings did not change. While there was a kitchen, all buildings were built without a bathroom-- and for a family like my own, who hardly had a funds to pay for the house at all. The cost of renovation to add one room with plumbing, with a toilet, it simply wasn’t possible. This became a universal truth to the town, a group of poor people who couldn’t afford even a bathroom in their homes.
So every morning we hold our full bladders onto the bus or into our car, heading off to work, school, or whatever. We spend all day with relief until we head home, where some of us wait until the next day to get relief, but most of us have to travel to a certain place to get that much needed relief, the kind that Danielle was craving, that in secret I was needing too.
It was with this relief in mind that we scurried into the car, my Dad, Danielle and I, and drove outwards. We comfortably sat, even as our bladders swelled, naively thinking it would be simple: We would get in, go the bathrooms, have a quick meal, and leave. Of course we couldn’t have expected what would happen.
It was a small trip to the only toilet in town at the End of the Line Cafe.
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30 minutes later.
We watched from the other side of the room. Danielle trembled, shaking and squirming with a frustrated grimace on her face. I felt the same way. All we needed was a little relief, but we had ventured into a firestorm, an endless cavalcade of desperate girls, all in a line, all losing control one by one.
“Should we leave?” Dad asked, frustrated. We should’ve left, but then it would have been a repeat. Waiting all night in agony and then misery in the morning. That was for me, Danielle didn’t have a chance, she was reaching wits end right now.
“I can’t hold it if we go home.” Danielle spoke, feeling stress throughout her body. “But the line is not moving….”
“So what should we do?” I asked, trying to hide my own nerves from my filling bladder.
“I guess we just wait.” We sat forward, continuing to watch, continuing to wait.
And we waited for a very, very long time.
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Fuck it, I'm back.
Chapter 5: Sunk-Cost Fallacy
*knock knock*
*knock knock*
Night lights and a dark, clear sky pushed through the windows. We had been here far too long. Mark had reminded us of potentially staying at the dingy hotel at the bend, halting our expected stop due to the night sky. Mostly, he played on his phone, not interested in the chaos surrounding him. The only times Mark would look up would be to note his impatience, usually to two much more impatient girls.
*knock knock*
“Hey Beth…. It’s Mr. Towns. Listen, I’m sorry about what happened and I promise I won’t fail you-- I went too far, obviously. Look-- There are girls who…”
“Go Away!” Beth screamed through the door, echoed signs also permeating through. Nearly the entire restaurant gave a moan, including many shuffling of feet and a few hunched backs. It had been five minutes since Beth, who had exploded in front of all us, had sprinted into the toilets, locking the door and refusing to leave. This moment was a nearly expected moment in the never-ending torture, at least to Hanna and Felicity, who had been here the longest. Hanna was the only person in line before being surrounded and then convinced to give rights to the students. If Hanna had stayed in front, she could have relieved herself and left everyone else to the wolves, but instead she was now one of seven girls waiting with no end in sight.
“Beth. It’s Candice.” Candice stood willingly at the door, her legs slightly bent inward but without any form of panic, she also spoke in a calm voice compared to her outrage. “I just wanted to say that no one blames you for what happens, and we’re not going to make fun of you…”
“Christine will.” Fair, I thought. The bully found herself isolated at a corner of the diner, sometimes peaking at the large puddle she helped create. Christine was obviously desperate, pulling at the edges of her jean skirt and rolling her ankle in a clock-like motion. Her secluded form must have represented the public consensus at that point, she was to blame for all of this (if you don’t factor in the selfish actions of Beth). The question becomes whether or not it is fair to call on some form of public humiliation for Christine as well, a form of “eye for an eye”, but no blindness, only wet floors. Candice looked over to the bully with this thought in mind, a glancing side-eye before returning to the cursed door.
“You stay in there much longer, none of us will have any right to tease… Trust me. Kay, Pritha, Christine…. Me…. We’re all bursting.”
“You’re being very unfair, Beth!” Pritha nearly yelled, bouncing up and down near the door. The Indian girl was easily the smallest and seemingly the most desperate, unable to be settled for even a second. Who knew if Beth was catching the deluge of pleas from behind the heavy door, it certainly came across to me like they were talking to a door.
(note: Approximately two years elapsed between writing that last word and the next word, I graduated, got a job, moved to a new city etc etc etc. Apologies if I miss a few details).
“Why is this happening?” A defeated grumble appeared at my side. Moving away from the chaos at the door, I turned to Felicity. She was sitting jagged on the diner seat,her head collapsed on the plasticine table, a few inches from an unfinished pie. Knowing her desperation and current position I was sure there would be a puddle under her, but there was nothing, she remained still, her voice echoing off the red plastic.
“We should leave.” I chimed in. “Honestly it’s probably like a few minutes to a hotel, and they’ll definitely have a bathroom there--- I mean, even if they don’t, just to get out of this hellhole.”
“If I move I’m going to piss myself.” Felicity said far too casually.
“Then piss yourself. What does it matter?” I idiotically spoke. Even facing down I could sense Felicity’s side-eye. I mean… They were doing all of this to themselves. I pondered to myself watching all these desperate faces in front of me. Surely they could all climb to a corner of the room, squat over a cup and we wouldn’t have to worry about anything ever again. I watched Hannah stand at the side of the bathroom, any thought of her placement had been overridden by this Beth nonsense. My eyes also turned to a table, Erica sat there, at the tail end of crying, still being cared for by Jasmine, she tip-toed bent over, shuffling her feet together, attempting empathy.
It had also come to mind that the diner was appearing worse for wear as the miserable time persisted. Around the bathroom and the Huntington table large puddles had come from Erica and Beth, the stench was noticeable as well. Hanna, poor thing, was nearly folded attempting to hold herself while avoiding the creeping puddle from someone with less strength. What a mortifying experience, it was too bad that I was so horned up from it all that I couldn’t even begin to have empathy, secretly I wanted this to last forever.
It was the sunk-cost fallacy, after all. The only reason all these girls committed was because they had spent so long committing. My eyes wandered to Kay, she was leaned directly over the door, hunched over, her legs blazing with bends and contortions. She had been so close to relieving herself and now she was a mess, still relying on a door that will probably never open.
“Hell of a night, huh?” A voice caught me by surprise. Kindly, with a hint of a small-town mid-western accent, same as the waitress. I turned around my shoulder to spot a girl, one of the two girls that were seated on the other side of the diner, the other side of the show. She was surely a small town girl, with a thin tank-top, denim short shorts and a hint of a farmers tan on olive-white skin.
“I dunno?: Dumbfounded, I replied. She had taken some distance from me, and I scooted my cheap chair back a few feet to talk to her. Looking ahead I could see Felicity glance over too at the girl. “Is this common?” The girl chuckled.
“Some nights.” The girl was a few years younger than me, postured and steady, and yet her tanktop did a poor job of hiding her enlarged bladder as well, even if her face did not show up. Good God, what was going on tonight.
“Are you from around here?”
“Yep. Down the street. Just came here for a bite, didn’t expect such a mess.” She watched the whole scene unfolding with the same curious eye as I was. Nothing had changed, albeit poor Hanna, who was nearly hyperventilating, trapped in the corner of the hallway, away from the commotion. “My sister is dying for a piss. I’m alright, though.” I caught a glimpse of her sister from across the hallway, taller and younger, her posture matched the description.
“What’s your name?”
“Layla.”
“I’m Bes. We were driving through…”
“I figured.” I nodded back, we probably came across as city folk. I prepared for some lengthy chat as the madness ensued, details about our extremely different lives, coalescing together into some beautiful unity. But we were distracted, a shriek broke out through the mad dashes at the door. Layla and I turned our head, the charter school girls had nearly dog piled together, calling out to Beth, including Mr. Towns, who looked as if his head were to burst. But the one voice broke forth, it was Kay.
“I’m so sorry!! I’m so sorry!! I’m So Sorrrrrr----” The apologies morphed into a yelp, the tomboy backed up to the door as the other desperate girls and Mr. Towns broke away. Kay bent over, pissing herself. Her baggy jeans soaked with such tenacity, she must have been simply overfilled. A panic had overwhelmed the desperate girls from this display, spreading across the room. “BETH YOU BITCH!!!” Kay screamed into the door, slamming her arms into the steel, tears in her eyes. “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”
Unsurprisingly, as Layla and I watched with horror, a chain began. Next up with Pritha, the small Indian girl had been shaking voraciously ever since she entered the diner, and now the final straw had reached the camel's back. She ran away from the crowd, turning her back from the crowd and reaching the middle of the diner. She squatted and pissed through her panties, raising up her mini-skirt in the process. The dam was broken, and followed suit was Jasmine, the uppity woman who had held so well just couldn’t dance no longer, and without making much of a scene, had her colored pants turn to a darker shade.
In 45 seconds, three women pissed themselves, and the remaining holders had somehow managed to watch in horror. Hanna was still backed into a corner, tears in her eyes, I had no clue how she was managing (she must’ve been in line now for 45 minutes to an hour). There was also Felicity, drenched in sweat, almost unable to move. Of the Huntington girls two remained, Candice, who remained composed near the door, now empathizing with a distraught Kay. There was also Christine, the bully didn’t find herself near the door, she had perched amongst one of the diner walls, nearly crouched over in a fetal position, at her weakest (she was definitely the next to explode). Layla and her sister both seemed to be in some trouble as well, even if Layla refused to show it. And then there was the waitress, who just seemed to be watching this catastrophe. Seven remained in the fight, even if just barely.
A hushed silence fell over the diner. Erica and Jasmine, both who didn’t make it quietly sneaked out of the diner. Kay returned to her seat, still crying, comforted by Pritha (who seemed more relieved than anything). The diner now reeked of urine, and I continued to wonder why we still held on. If anyone seemed elated it was Hanna, the log jam was mostly broken, and as the desperate girls began to dwindle, maybe she could finally sneak in. As she watched, Mr. Towns approached the door. “Beth….” The rude teacher finally had a defeated tone in his voice, what a nightmare the last few minutes had been. “Half the girls have… had accidents. No one is going to make fun of you.” Nothing.
“Well.” Mr. Towns spoke through the door. “We’re leaving then.” He turned to all the girls. “Let’s get out of here.” Confused remarks broke through the mostly relieved girls now. Candice, who despite her own desperation hadn’t given a single moment of weakness held a full-eye, but it was Christine who faced rang with horror.
“WHAT!? I HAVEN’T GONE YET!!!” Christine stood up viciously from her fetal position before needing to adjust into a crooked shape, pushing down on her jean skirt.
“You can wait with Candice, okay?” Candice gave a wry smile, Mr. Towns basically submitted, and now was doling out some form of karmic justice.
“WHAT!!?? NO!! I’M… I’m about to explode!” She whined with tears in her eyes. I believed it though, throughout all the teasing and bullying, she seemed to teeter. There was a sense of fragility now though. She wavered between commanding and forceful and submissive, whatever her aching body would allow her to do.
“Piss yourself too.” One of the other girls suggested, causing a slight giggle between the table.
“NO!!!” Candice shrieked. “Unlike all of you I have…. Oh god… I have decency! I will wait until Beth leaves and…. Oh…” She moaned as she made her propositions. I pondered how Christine was feeling at this current moment. It had probably been a disaster on whatever trip these girls were on, long day full of busywork and learning and bullshit, maybe at the start the lack of bathrooms had been a gentle note. Christine, laced around the other girls, would note and mock the crescendoing whining and complaining, ignoring her own lump inside of her. As the day progressed, and girls became desperate, she was part of the pact, but lacked the empathy to put herself in their shoes. Even now, as everything reached critical mass, she refused to be in equal footing with the girls.
It was Mr. Towns' fault at the end of the day, though, his staunch rules put the girls in this position, and is why they all suffered. They could have gone at the side of the road, or in a field, or the side of the building. Candice, who still stood at the door, without any real pain on her face, seemed to agree, she stared daggers into the defeated teacher, who had properly ruined this whole thing.
“When Beth exits the bathroom, we all leave.”
“No no no.” Christine panics, bent over, digging voraciously into her jean skirt, squirming from side to side. “I NEED to go to the bathroom. I DESERVE to go to the bathroom. I just want to pee, okay?” She began to sob, it was truly testing her soul. “I’ve never felt so full in my life, and this PAIN I cannot…”
“SSSSSHUUUUTTTT UPPPP!!!” The loudest scream I ever heard came from across the room. The entire restaurant swiveled our heads to see Hanna, crumpled inward, screaming at the bully. I was taken aback, never in my life had I seen Hanna so mad. “I’VE BEEN WAITING ALL DAY, I’M ABOUT TO EXPLODE AND I’VE BEEN HERE MUCH LONGER THAN YOU!!! WHEN THAT DOOR OPENS I’M GOING IN IT, NOT YOU!!!!” The charter school girls turned silent as Hanna huffed. “And then my friend” She pointed to Felicity, who was watching her as well. “
“But… but… but…” Christine stifled. “What about me?” There was an immediate silence. For a second, Christine had no attention given to her, she leaned back, brought her knees together and unleashed a torrent down on the ground. The other girls watched as piss rolled down her thigh sprinkling down, forming a puddle underneath her. The bully sobbed along with it, almost piercing cries throughout, drowning her now-ruined expensive sandals. Some of the girls mocked her, some empathized, but they all watched as she had her own accident. All before, what may be the most karmic moment of all, Christine creaked with one leg, catching the slick, wet tile floor and crashing back-first in the puddle of her own piss. Everyone laughed at that. Chrstine heaved as she scrambled away, her entire outfit covered in piss, I don’t think I’d ever seen somebody more ashamed.
And with that, only one Huntington girl remained needful. Candice, who stood next to the door, talking still to Beth. “Beth, Christine… Christine pissed herself. Is that what you wanted?” A smile broke on the face of Candice, and in moments the sound of a lock being clicked echoed throughout the diner. Hanna’s face lit up as Beth opened the door with a ghoulish smile. The redhead peaked over the edge and caught Christine's eye of Christine, toppled over, covered in piss. It was soon replaced with fear, as Kay, who had had her own accident minutes prior, stood up from the table in her soggy jeans, yelling to the redhead. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” The tomboy nearly jumped over a table as Beth, with a giggle, escaped to the center of the diner, avoiding puddles of piss she caused and directly out of the front door.
“Let’s go, the other girls followed, most embarrassed, some laughing about the tragedy of it all. Candice lagged behind, she gave one glance to the open bathroom but continued to walk, maybe she wasn’t as non-desperate as she made herself out to be.
And yeah… right. The bathroom was open. In all of the silly commotion, Hanna, who had been gleaming at the steel door for more than an hour didn’t pry in. Somehow, through all this nonsense, a dingy small-town diner single-stall bathroom was heaven to my friends. Layla gave a knowing look, she was probably waiting too. But she gave way as Hanna finally reached through the doorway. The only shame was that she was going to close that door, and I couldn’t see her finally let go.
I imagined her as she was, desperate and dying, she was immediately trying to disassemble her buttoned jean skirts, with far too many buttons for the worth. Maybe her hands would show nerves, bouncing around trying to force the jean skirt off. Maybe she would stop caring, ripping down the sleek denim piece and revealing cotton panties that she rolls down her pale legs. Maybe then she is still brought down by nerves and worries, instead of releasing the boiling load inside of her she instead turns to the toilet paper, ripping off pieces as she likes to do until the dinghy seat would be somewhat clean. Maybe then, throughout all this panic she would sit down, and maybe it would be automatic. She would lay a stream so powerful it could break the porcelain, bringing almost orgasmic relief. It was the best feeling, especially after a long day. Or maybe nothing would come out, and the girl, waiting so long would sit frustrated, her nerves too steel-touched. Maybe, just maybe, everything she would try would not release the spell her body had been put under, and no urine would leave. Maybe she would have to put back on her panties and her jean skirt and walk back, suffering. Or maybe…
“Excuse me?” A voice rang beside me, calling overhead, with enough empathy that it even distracted Hanna from her mad dash. I turned, it was the waitress. She had assembled a mopping kit, evidently for the urine that had been let upon the floor, but as of this moment she seemed to be closer to the problem than the solution. She was cross-legged, her aging thighs snapped together in a last-ditch effort. “I’m sorry, I know you’ve all been waiting but…” Hanna stopped, did she have any empathy left?
“I’m the only waitress that works at this establishment, and usually I wait all day to care for myself, whenever the room is empty. But today was so busy, and with the bathroom being locked for so long… I know you’ve been waiting so long too, but you’re a young lady, strong. I’m old, I can’t hold it as well as you can. Can I please just cut ahead one last time?” She had a point. Hanna was young, and the waitress surely looked the part of someone who was nearing losing control. But Hanna was so close…
“I….” Hanna stuttered, she leaned on the post of the door as the waitress approached. “I… Okay.” Hanna nodded, backing away from the door once again. The waitress entered the throne instead, and Hanna was nearly punching herself. The only reason she was in this mess is that she keeps getting convinced to let other people go in front of her, maybe younger, maybe older, but she was the one dying! She leaned back again, rising knees once again, trying to bend any desperate thoughts out again. Felicity, who had secured the second spot had also found some sort of strength, she stood over the diner table, legs crossed over, inching her way to behind Hanna. Over my shoulder Danielle, the younger sister of Layla, moved over to the disaster side of the diner. She was doing an endless potty dance as Layla attempted to comfort her, ignoring her own dying bladder.
But from then on it was simple. The waitress exited and Hanna rushed in, finally getting relief. Felicity followed her, and she managed to find some as well, both my friends flushed with comfort after the miserable experience. Danielle squeezed in after, and got relieved and despite no rush, Layla also pondered into. All said and done, we went our merry way and they went their merry way.
The end.
Except as the four girls waited in their turns in the end line that refused to end, the bathroom door swung open and back closed. The waitress, watching Hanna in eye shot stood in front of the door, fully relieved. “Thank you dear.” She had a ghoulish smile as well.
“Yes, no problem.” Hanna feigned a fake smile as she tried to squeeze past, but was unable to do so. The bathroom door closed behind the waitress, her plasticine smile wearing thin. “Can I please get in?”
“I’m sorry dear, but we’re closed.” Hanna, Felicity, Layla and Danielle watched as the waitress pulled out a shining key from her pocket, and placed it within the bathroom doorknob, making another resounding click. Hanna was frozen in shock, almost forgetting her desperate state due to this cruel display.
“Why!?” Felicity yelled back at the cruel waitress as she walked off.
“Look around you? All of you have made a mess in my diner! Find another bathroom to use!” Danielle panicked as Layla watched along as well, but in front of the bathroom was the real show. Felicity bent over, still endlessly holding and Hanna, stricken, shook the locked doorknob to no avail. There was nothing they could do, if they were going to find a bathroom to use, it wouldn’t be at the diner tonight. The misery continued, and our group and Layla, Danielle and their father all seized up, walking out of the End Of Line, all four of the girls dying for a piss.
“This is bullshit!” Hanna screamed, she had been driven to the edge by the whole affair. “We waited so damn long for that bathroom, she can’t do this to us! I can’t hold it much longer Bes!”
“We’ll be fine, we’ll find a hotel and…”
“There’s a hotel down the street.” Layla mentioned her father was with Danielle, who truly seemed to be in a bad way. “But if you want a toilet you won’t find one in this town. The reason we were in there is because that’s the only working toilet in town.”
“Are you kidding me?” Felicity said. “How do you manage?”
“You get used to it. Though I’d be lying if I’m a little worried myself.”
“Side of the building is always an option.”
“Are you kidding?” Hanna squirmed away with refusal. “We’ve waited so long, I’ll wait for a toilet.”
“No offense, but I doubt you’ll make it to one.” Layla responded, though the fact she wasn’t clamoring to reach the side of the building told a different story. Maybe there was a reason to wait.
“It doesn’t matter.” Hanna spoke. She was in her own world at this point. “I’ve waited so long, I just want to find a bathroom and be done with it. So… How do I find a bathroom?”
“There’s a town about 30 minutes from here. It ain’t nice or anything, but it actually does have plumbing. You can probably find someplace open.” Hanna’s eyes lightened up again, somehow, someway, sweet relief.
“Then that’s what we do. We drive to the next town over and we find a bathroom. Then let’s go guys.” We nodded along, printing towards the car.
“What about you guys?” I asked Layla.
“Oh, we’ll wait. We’re strong enough. I’ll see y’all in the morning.” Layla backed up and moved towards their families car. What’d she mean by ‘see y’all in the morning’? Thoughts wandered my mind as we walked towards our stationary SUV. We were in somewhat of a rush, to find a toilet in the dead of night in this miserable stretch of small-town America.
But as we entered the car, a voice careened from outside of it. I turned my head back one more time, it was familiar and unexpected. In the misty, dark parking lot, a figure stood near the window. It was Candice, she hadn’t gone on the bus. Instead she stood alone in her yoga shorts and t-shirt, watching us go.
“Hey!” She yelled, I stepped out of the vehicle, approaching the Charter school girl.
“You didn’t leave with your class?” I asked.
“Fuck no. And they didn’t even notice I was gone.” She smiled and did a little tipsy, her enlarged bladder pushing out under her t-shirt, forming some midriff. “I was just thinking, if you guys are leaving to find a bathroom-- I’d like to come to. I know I try to hide it, but I could really use one right now.” The four of us looked at each other, noticing the rush but also noticing that if we left, the girl would be all alone. Comfortable enough, I smiled.
“Come in!” |
The phone on the study table vibrated to life, playing a melodic keyboard tune as it rang for someone to shut it up. Its decibel level gradually passed comfortable levels as its cries drowned out the gentle drumming of the rain outside. It continued convulsing atop the wooden surface, as if crying for someone's attention, the cacophonous tune seemingly directed towards the bed beside it; rather, whatever was hidden beneath a layer of blankets that had been draped over on top of it. The blankets slowly and methodically rose and fell, but never made any other movements.
The tranquil imagery was abruptly disrupted by the sudden movements of the bedsheets, which were unceremoniously tossed aside as a girl lay beneath. Jolting up and snatching the phone away from the table, she hastily woke it up, and her eyes went wide upon noticing the numbers flashing back at her.
Holy SHIT! Risa thought to herself as she realised the amount of time left before school began - exactly 10 minutes; she couldn't afford to be late, at least not today! She rushed to the kitchen, where she had left her laundry to dry, hoping that at least one pair was usable.
She froze at the sight that beheld her in a mixture of disbelief and sadness. Pairs upon pairs of bras and panties were drenched to varying degrees, none dry enough to be worn. It was the most important batch of laundry that she had, yet the one that she had forgotten to do until the night before. Having no time to wait and unwilling to sacrifice sleep, she had hung them up against an open window, hoping for the midnight wind to blow it dry, but evidently got more than what she had expected. That was all of her underwear, rendered unusable.
She ran back to the bedroom, and yanked a drawer open, and after some hasty scanning, pulled out a garment from beneath. The garment in question happened to be a one-piece swimsuit, one that she wore for swimming training and competition years ago. She held it at arm’s length, and briefly inspected it. The suit was dyed a modest medium gray all around, with the manufacturer’s logo – dyed white – stamped on the chest. Risa wagered that the suit was potentially a tad bit small, but what choice did she have? Sighing, she squeezed herself into the swimsuit, and upon sliding on the straps, took a quick glance at the mirror. To her surprise, the synthetic spandex material wrapped itself snugly around the girl's torso, giving the swimsuit a skin-tight fit, but wasn't overly uncomfortable. That also meant that her otherwise unimpressive bust and hips were accentuated, giving the girl a slight figure. It was awkward, but it'll do.
She proceeded to throw the rest of her outfit on - a plain white long-sleeved blouse with her new school's crest embossed onto its breast pocket, complemented with a plaid skirt that was dyed a deep forest green, which she pulled up to the belly. Tucking her blouse in, she proceeded to tie on the mandatory tie, its green hue identical to that of her skirt, and was cleverly contrasted with diagonal silver stripes that uniformly stretched across.
"Ah." She thought aloud, inspecting her reflection in the mirror. "This... would be awkward." She mentioned, referring to the gray swimsuit, its' gray hue poking through the translucent white blouse. The last thing she'd need was an explanation of her underwear choices. With that thought, she threw on a tan sweater over her clothes, giving herself a barrier of comfort. Just then, she felt a noticeable pressure emanating from between her hips. Her bladder had been filling up since the night before, and began to make itself known, presenting itself as the aforementioned pressure and a subtle, yet noticeable bulge beneath her belly. While she would normally play around with it on any regular morning, she was unfortunately running very late. Hurrying over to the toilet, she quickly lifted her skirt up, pulli-
Oh, right. She thought to herself, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface underneath. That.
Sighing, she eagerly stared at the toilet bowl - she really could use some relief, but getting the suit off required taking everything else off, and was going to guarantee tardiness - unacceptable for her first day. She thought about pulling it aside, but didn't trust her aim enough to try; her past experiences with doing so taught her that it would go everywhere but the bowl. Instead, she settled with just rinsing her mouth with mouthwash, before hastily completing preparations for school, grabbing her bag and dashing out of the house, opting to use the bathrooms there instead.
With the rain having been reduced to a light drizzle, Risa opted to make a dash for school. As she began sprinting out of the building, however, her pace soon slowed to an awkward fast-paced shuffle. The culprit? Her bladder, which was being a nuisance, weighing itself down and preventing swift, sudden movements, lest she wanted to turn up at school with her crotch a different shade. Immediately regretting her hasty decision-making, she continued brisk-walking the rest of the way there, hoping that she would make it in time. Thankfully, she barely made it - the joys of living in the boarding school. Dashing past the gates, Risa barely made it on time as the security guards closed it shut behind her. She now had a new task at hand - to find a toilet, and fast!
Looking around the unfamiliar compound, she noticed a signboard hanging from the ceiling, and inscribed on it was the symbols of hope for her - the toilets were straight ahead! She immed-
"Excuse me, miss?" A stern, feminine voice called out. Stunned by the sudden voice, Risa turned around, and found herself face to face to the owner of the voice - a burly, bespectacled woman, whose work suit struggled to keep itself together. Risa didn't recognise her, but she was also sufficiently intimidated by her towering figure to do anything else.
"Classes are about to start," She continued, blocking the poor girl from going anywhere but the classrooms. "Please find your classrooms and wait there for homeroom."
"Please, ma'am, please." Risa pleaded, shoving her hand into her crotch to exaggerate her predicament, hoping to gain some sympathy points. "I really need to use the bathroom."
"Did I stutter?" The woman retorted, solidifying her stance. "Homeroom doesn't take more than ten minutes anyways, just go after that."
Not wanting any trouble, she found her designated class on a whiteboard by a wall, and reluctantly made her way into her classroom. Locating an empty seat, she dropped her bag down onto the desk, and headed for the door. Just as she was about to leave for the toilets, a middle-aged man entered the room. Clearing his throat, he gestured for all of them to return to our seats, before writing a name on the board.
"Allow me to introduce myself." Mr. Rockwell began. "I am your homeroom teacher, Mr Rockwell." He continued talking, but Risa paid him no mind. Just shut up and leave so that I can use the bathroom. She mentally chastised. After some unimportant droning, he soon ceased all communications to nobody in particular and went back to retrieve his bag from the teachers' table, inciting a silent cheer from the desperate girl.
"As Mathematics is also the first class of the day," Mr. Rockwell continued, pulling a textbook from the bag. "We'll immediately begin lessons. I don't believe anyone needs anything before this, so let's begin." Risa shot a hand up, desperately wanting to protest, but immediately retracted it halfway as she realised that nobody else seemed to mind. Not wanting unnecessary embarrassment, she decided to try focusing on the lesson instead, doing everything she could to ignore the rapidly saturating biological water balloon.
That proved to be the single worst decision that she’d ever made, as she soon found herself desperately holding on, her bladder hanging by a thread. Shifting about, she was equal parts amazed and dismayed at the rate her need to pee exponentially increased. Suddenly, violent, successive shudders rocked Risa's frame as her bladder reminded her about its existence. She managed to lock her bladder up, but not before a good amount of it escaped through her sphincters. She looked around, and found that nobody was paying any attention to her. Utilising this opportunity, she pulled her skirt up a little, and her face lost all colour. Her crotch was now visibly wet, and a small puddle had formed on her seat. Gritting her teeth and stuffing her non-dominant hand into her crotch, she pretended to listen to the class, all the while dedicating all resources to disaster prevention.
After what appeared to be forever, the bell of salvation finally rang. She urgently waited for the teacher to leave, and as soon as he stepped out of the room, Risa dashed out in desperation. Navigating and successfully reaching the toilet, she was pleased to find the entire bathroom vacant. She dashed into a stall, and lifted her skirt up, pull-
Ah, fuck. She thought to herself, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface underneath. That.
She was now at a loss - how was she going to take all her layers - a pullover sweater, a button-up blouse, and a one-piece swimsuit - off? Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time for her to answer that question, as her bladder buzzed once again.
Risa's eyes went wide, and she buckled over, pressing her thighs together in pain and futility as the torture began. It started as violent, successive spurts into her swimsuit. The spurts momentarily subsided, though she could still feel all of her bladders' contents smashing against her sphincter. As if her mind was being controlled by an external force, she suddenly buckled over once again, this time freezing in position, as her dam’s walls began to fail, the biding torrent waiting for its chance to wreak havoc to anything standing in the way. She was no longer in control of her bladder - her bladder was controlling her. It demanded to be released, but she couldn't move an inch - rather, she wouldn't dare. Sensing a checkmate, her bladder decided to go ahead anyway, relaxing itself against her will, and before she knew it, she found herself urinating in full force. Admitting defeat, Risa now focused on damage control. Hiking her skirt away from the flood, she sat on the toilet as urine violently escaped her bladder, filtering itself through the spandex underwear, streaming down relentlessly into the depths below. Her facial expression twisted itself to an amalgamation of embarrassment and relief as she wet herself in full force; the warmth around her crotch hurt so good.
Shuddering one last time as the last drops of urine ejected itself from her body, Risa let out a silent moan as a mixture of relief, euphoria and shame all simultaneously surged through her mind. As she slowly came back to reality, her attention now turned to hiding her accident. She pulled her skirt up to her chin, and her face immediately fell when she witnessed the damage.
“Soaked” was a massive understatement to describe the state of her underwear. The swimsuit was wet all the way up the gusset, creating a massive dark gray patch at the front. Reaching her hand behind, she found that the back didn’t fare any better – the spandex covering her butt was fully saturated with pee, and as her hand darted side to side, she could tell that a large area behind her was unmistakably a dark shade, and even if her skirt miraculously hid everything, the looming stench of urine was a dead giveaway.
She reached into the toilet paper dispenser, and was dealt another blow – it was empty. Additionally, she could hear rapid shuffling of feet, as well as lively chatter between students. Risa could tell that a crowd had began to gather, and soon, she found all the stalls around her were occupied, and a small queue was now beginning to form outside. She now faced another dilemma - how would she proceed?
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I wrote another story, and thought I'd post it here. Sorry if my constant use of swimsuits is beginning to sound boring; I just like it like that.
Once again, do tell me what your thoughts on the story, and any improvements that could be made to my writing! |
It was a hot summer day outside, but in the small commuter airport, it was nice and air conditioned. Waiting for her flight was a young 24 year old named Bridget. She was a very attractive girl, but had a petite frame, only standing 5' 7". However, she was the center of many stares, especially by some men on the younger side.
She was heading home from her brief vacation, and she was dressed for the weather. She wore a light summer dress with a floral plant, and underneath she was wearing a matching set of pink bra and panties. She had already finished 2 bottles of water due to the scorching heat, and was quickly finishing one she bought in the airport convince store.
Soon, the gate agent began the boarding call, and Bridget rose from the airport bench. A small line had already formed around the ticket desk, and Bridget joined it soon. She handed the gate agent her ticket, and began to embark onto the small commuter plane.
As she was walking down the jetplane, she felt her bladder make slight push, thanks to her previous water.
"I'all just hold it until I get home, or just go on the plane." Bridget thought to herself.
She boarded the small turboprop plane that would fly her home. It was only a 1 hour flight, and the plane only had around 30 seats, so nobody had to share a row. Bridget found her seat near the back of the plane, and placed her bag in the overhead. She patiently waited while the rest if the plane had filled up.
Another thing that was filling up, was Bridget's bladder.
"I'll just go to the bathroom when they turn they turn the seatbelt sign off." Bridget assured herself that she would be able to relieve herself soon. She was forced to fasten her seatbelt, which cinched around tight on her bladder. The plane taxied out of the gate, and was moving towards the runway when the captain made an announcement.
"Attention passengers, we are experiencing issues with our bathroom, and it is very unlikely that it will be able to be used during this flight. We apologize for this inconvienience." To most passengers, this was of no concern, they didn't have any need to go to the bathroom. However; to Bridget, this was very alarming.
"Dammit! I really shouldn't have drank that much water, and now I can't go until we get off!" Bridget was quite concerned whether her bladder could hold. She figured they would be on the ground again in around an hour and a half, so all she had to do, was hold until then.
The small plane thundered down the runway and soon gained altitude. The cabin shook as the plane ascended into the sky. Soon, the plane leveled off, and began cruising towards its destination.
"Thank god we didn't climb anymore!" Bridget thought to herself. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt that was pressing on her aching bladder. She held her hands against her dress, soothing her bladder.
"Who cares what other people think? I'd rather not wet myself..." She mumbled under her breath. Her desperation was quickly growing, and a sizable bulge began to grow. All Bridget could think about was trying not to wet herself on the plane. She glanced around, and everyone was busy doing their own things, not noticing her predicament. Bridget was trying her best not to fidget and attract too much attention, but every little bounce the plane made, was making that a very difficult task.
Soon, the captain made another announcement.
"Attention, we will be approaching some turbulence, please buckle up, we will begin descending, but as there as turbulence, it could get rough."
Bridget groaned, and fastened her seatbelt snugly directly on her bladder, putting external pressure on. As the captain said, plane soon began descending into turbulence. Every little bounce made Bridget come closer to leaking. The turbulence was throwing the turboprop plane all around, in every direction.
Bridget immediately shoved her hands into her dress, as she felt a small leak erupt. Her panties soon became damp due to her urine escaping through. Some urine even dropped onto the carpet below. Bridget was able to stop the leak, and prevent anymore damage though, much to her relief.
The clouds soon disappeared, and the figure of a town emerged, along with the airport. Bridget sighed in massive relief, as she could soon head to a functioning restroom. The plane was closing in on runway, when suddenly a sharp jerking notion shook the plane forward as it landed. The cabin was thruster forward, and this finally loosened Bridget's control on her bladder.
Bridget tried her best to hold it in, but her bladder finally gave way and relieved itself. She soaked her panties, and much of the lower part of her dress, and it was soaked. A large stain grew on the carpet, as Bridget reluctantly let her pee escape. The sound of warm urine hitting the carpet was drowned out due to the landing, and everyone was too nervous to notice what had happened.
The plane finally slowed down, and Bridget's bladder finished relieving itself. She let out a small sigh in relief, as she wouldn't have to hold anymore. The warm feeling in her panties was quite soothing to her.
The plane taxied to the gate, and everyone began disembarking. Since it was a small plane, it didn't take too long. Bridget was the last to get off, in fear of the large stain on her dress being noticeable. She inched her way towards the front of the plane, and one of the flight attendants noticed the pee stain.
"Is that...did you wet yourself?" The attendant asked.
"Umm...yeah, I guess I did..." Bridget said hesitantly.
"Don't worry, it happens to everyone..." The attendant motioned down to her skirt, and Bridget also noticed a noticeable stain on it as well.
"I haven't had a bahroom break in nearly 12 hours, and that turbulence...." The flight attendant had admitted.
"Well, at least I'm not the only one!" Bridget departed the plane, feeling a little better she wasn't the only one with a rough flight.
This was my first story, apologies if it is bad!
Edited April 24, 2018 by MasterPace
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Hey, folks. Sorry for the long delay -- but I think you'll understand, when you see the size of this thing! In fact, it's over 10,000 words and still not done. This is just part one, and I'll post a few more bits shortly. The last two parts have yet to be written. I don't usually do this, posting a story that's not yet fully written out, but I couldn't keep you waiting any longer (ironic, I suppose, for a desperation fic writer).
Part of my problem was being busy at work; part of my problem is that this story is definitely an autumn story (crunchy fallen leaves and so on) and it's spring-going-on-summer in my part of the world, so I've been having a hard time getting into the mood!
I'll post the usual links, then let you get to reading.
(Volume 2 links only; if you want Volume 1, PM me)
Sexting
Cabin in the Woods
City Lights
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Fall arrived with a hint of winter in the back of the wind. Leaves blew across the paths and crunched underfoot. Pumpkins were suddenly everywhere. (So were Christmas displays, but people of good taste chose to ignore these until after Thanksgiving.) Parker’s breath fogged in the morning as he crunched to class; then it fogged all day long. Meagan started wearing jeans and a sweatshirt everywhere, and Parker loved this. Then she added a woolly hat, and this made her cuter still.
Parker was particularly looking forward to Thanksgiving break. A whole week off. The year before he’d gone home for Thanksgiving, but it had cost his dad a lot of hours on the road picking him up and driving him back, and besides, the much-longer Christmas break was just a few weeks away. So it felt like too little time visiting for such a long travel time.
Besides, Meagan was staying on-campus too. She was quite happy about this.
“It’s gonna be so much fun,” she said. “We’ll do our own Thanksgiving, just you and me, and we’ll have the campus to ourselves… we’ll have my room to ourselves…”
The only dark spot on the horizon was the fight Meagan had with her mother about not coming back. “She wants me home,” Meagan said. “And, honestly, I see why… the whole family comes together. It’s a big deal. But I told her I’ve got too much work to do, because I would much rather spend the week here with you than back in a town that drives me crazy.” She sighed. “But I think mom knows I’m not really telling her everything… she got pretty pissed when I said I wasn’t coming back until Christmas.” She sighed. “Christmas is gonna suck. Which makes me want to go home even less.”
“Anything I can do?” Parker asked.
“Nah. Nothing more than you’re already doing. And what you’re going to be doing. Hey, speaking of, what do you want to do that week? Remember, we’ll have the room to ourselves…”
“Oh, I remember,” Parker said with feeling. “I definitely remember.”
“Wanna do anything special?”
“I did have an idea or two.”
“So did I. You first.”
“I was hoping we could do some desperation—”
“Oh, totally. I figured.”
“—But I wanted to go a little farther this time.”
“Farther?”
He took a deep breath. “If you’re okay with it, I was hoping we could play around the whole week. A bit like we did at the cabin. I was thinking… I was wondering if I could decide where and when you got to pee all week.”
Meagan grinned. “Maybe not all week,” she said, coyly. “But definitely we can do that for some of it.”
“Why not all week?”
“A, I need to get some work done, and B, remember that it’s tiring? I don’t think I could do it all week.”
“Okay—how about this? You have to ask me permission to pee, but I promise I’ll say yes if we’re working or when you need to take a day off. And you’ll get some power over me. Say, you decide whether or not I get to come?”
She laughed, low and sultry. “Oh, lover, you do know how to sell me something… ’Kay, we can do this—if I get an override.”
“Of course. Consent first. But that means I get an override on coming.”
“Mmm, I just figured if you came I wouldn’t punish you any.”
“Balance, hon.”
“Fair enough. But I’m gonna need to pee more often than we have sex. So… let’s say I get one override per day and you get one override for the week.”
“You’ve got a deal.”
“I can’t wait…”
“Oh, but you will. And so will I.”
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The Friday before Spring Break was a traditional time for parties. The Friday before Thanksgiving Break generally just meant a lot of people going home. Dacy wasn’t one; she left Saturday morning. Therefore, Meagan had decreed, the break didn’t start until they had the room to themselves.
Dacy took a little longer to get out the door than expected, so Parker made all three of them breakfast. Once Dacy was gone, however, Meagan and Parker didn’t immediately jump into bed together. Well, they did, but fully clothed, and just to watch TV episodes that Parker had ripped from DVD. Nothing even remotely sexy happened until Meagan got up to go to the bathroom.
“Where are you headed?”
“Bathroom.”
“Have you asked permission?”
She grinned. “Sorry, forgot. May I go to the bathroom, please?”
“You may,” he said graciously.
Maybe this little exchange got them thinking. After the episode finished, Meagan rolled over onto her belly, bare feet kicked up behind her, chin rested on her hands, and said, “I think I’m done with TV for today.”
“So what do you want to do now?” Parker asked.
She wriggled a little. The effect was a little spoiled by the fact that she was wearing sweatpants. But only a little.
It turned out she wasn’t wearing anything under those sweats. Or under her t-shirt. Some time later, Parker was behind her, thrusting deep, holding on to her hips. Meagan was keeping her weight up with one arm, using her free hand to wield her vibrator.
“Oh, by the way,” she said over her shoulder, between her panting breath, “you have my permission to come.”
“Thank you. Forgot that…”
“Thought you might have. But I want you to. Come in me…”
Afterward, Meagan stood up with a satisfied smile, stretching. “’Kay, I should pee. May I?”
“Of course. Safety first. I’ll do the same.”
Meagan pulled on her light robe and slipped out into the hall. Parker pulled his sweats on and went down to the boy’s bathroom. Meagan was waiting in the doorway when he came back, holding her robe closed with one hand.
“It’s a good thing we’re alone,” she said. “It’s incredibly obvious what we were just up to.”
“Nobody’s business even if we weren’t,” Parker said.
“Yeah, but think of the advantages,” she replied, and let her robe fall open.
“I take your point…”
But in fact they weren’t totally alone. Gerard, their jovial RA, had drawn the short straw to watch the dorm over the break. He was down at the far end of the opposite hallway, however, all the way across the lobby. Since he was the only other person in the building, they actually saw him a little more than usual, and wound up eating together in the dorm kitchen several times. But he gave them plenty of room, and they definitely had the whole hallway to themselves
Sunday was a work day, theoretically. Meagan didn’t want to spend too many days goofing off until she’d gotten a few projects done. But it was a lazy-Sunday kind of day, and while some work occurred, it was occasionally interrupted by making out. Meagan had gotten into the routine of asking for Parker’s permission to pee, but since she’d expressed a desire to get work done, he hadn’t refused her yet.
Monday morning they woke each other up with more make-outs, and when Meagan asked if she could go pee, Parker considered it for a second and said, “Hmm… another ten minutes of making out.”
She shook her head. “I actually need to take a dump too, so I’m using my override.”
“Fair enough.” But with his power challenged, he decided he was going to be a little more controlling today.
Over breakfast, however, Meagan said, “I don’t feel like I got enough work done yesterday. I want to finish up my essay before we do anything else.”
“Want my help?”
“Just help me on stay track. No distractions.”
“I can do that.”
So some hours when she asked, “Bathroom?” he said, “Let me see how much you’ve written.—No, not yet. Two more paragraphs, then you can go.”
Her eyes twinkled. “I see what you’re up to, boy.”
“Just helping you stay on track!”
With this “motivation,” Meagan did indeed finish her essay that day. To celebrate, and because she said she was feeling like a slug, they went to the gym. Most campus buildings were still open for various professors coming and going or—in the case of the athletic center—community members coming in to use the facilities. So the weight room was open but empty. Without any fear of being overheard, Parker was more open and direct.
“Need to go?” he asked Meagan as she did her squats.
“You know it,” she said, not quite smiling because she was lifting a fairly heavy load.
“Well, you can’t, not yet. Keep going!”
“I hadn’t even asked yet, goofball.”
“Yeah, but I could see it in you.”
“I can go a lot longer than this. Even doing squats.”
“Oh yeah? Just for that, you’re going to have to.”
By her last set, Meagan was noticeably locked down tight. After finishing, she stood breathing hard and drinking water with her legs casually crossed. “Now do I get to go?” she asked, between sips.
“Nope.”
Meagan cast a slightly-imploring glance at the women’s room as they walked past it, and then drew in a sharp breath as they stepped outside into the cool fall evening. Parker saw her clench her fists, her butt—every muscle—for a moment, before moving on calmly as if nothing were wrong.
Back in their empty dorm, Meagan said, “I’m gonna shower, ’kay?”
“No problem. You just don’t get to pee yet.”
“Really?” she said, one hand on her cocked hip as if she were angry—but her eyes still twinkled. “I am definitely ready to piss, hon, the shower is gonna be hard.”
“So you’re saying you can’t do it? Gonna use an override?”
“Oh, you went there, huh? Doubting me?”
“You just said it’d be hard.”
“Yeah, but that was just me whining. This is you doubting my ability. No way. I’ll totally do it. And to prove it to you, you’re showering with me.”
“Oooooh.”
Rather than having her scout the way and then sneaking him into the girls’ bathroom, as she’d done back in the spring, they simply walked in—with only Gerard in the whole building, it wasn’t like they needed to be secretive. Meagan cast an imploring glance at the bank of empty stalls—and then turned the other way, to the showers. She groaned a bit as her workout shorts hit the floor, and she groaned again as the water started to run.
“Mmmkay, this may be the hardest thing you’ve asked me to do yet,” Meagan said. She took a deep breath, set her jaw, and dived under the water.
“Want some help washing up?” Parker asked.
“Sure,” she said.
He squatted down and began to wash her feet and legs. He went slow, however, and she was done with the upper part of her body much faster. She looked down at him, her hair dark with water, the shower still pouring warmth onto her shoulder, and said, “Taking your time?”
“Why? You need to be somewhere?”
“I need to pee somewhere.”
He soaped up butt and hips, then slid his hands over her bladder. She tensed—no, she was already tense, she spasmed.
“God, I can barely hold it when you do that,” she said.
“I’m barely even pushing.”
“Doesn’t matter…”
“Would you like to let go?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Go ahead. Pee right here.”
For a couple seconds nothing happened.
“Crap, I’m too locked down,” she muttered.
“Need some help?”
“If you push on me right now, boy, I will end you…”
“Okay. Just relax. Lean on me. Spread your legs. Feel the water running over you.”
A few moments later she gave a little shiver, then a sigh, and the tension drained out of her. Her flow mingled with the water running down her legs and off her body. The scent of her piss wafted up to them on the steam.
“There you go,” he whispered in her ear.
“Whew,” she said after she was drained. “That was really hard. Harder than I thought.”
“You managed, though! You’re so amazing!”
“Yeah, I guess I did,” she said with a chuckle. She turned around to face him and took his erection in her hand. “You’re nice and hard.”
“Mmhm.”
“That turned you on a lot, huh?”
“Yeah, but not half as much as what I’ve got planned for us tomorrow,” he said.
“Tomorrow?” she said, eyebrows going up.
“Yep.”
“I’m gonna warn you, after this my bladder muscles might be a little tired.”
“That shouldn’t be a big problem. I wanna try something different.”
She thought it over. “’Kay, we can do more tomorrow. But there’s a price tag attached.”
“You’re gonna make me wait to come, aren’t you.”
“It’s like you know me,” she said, and kissed him.
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I'll see if I can get Pt. 2 posted (in this thread) later tonight. |
And Part 3! (But that'll be the last for tonight. The rest tomorrow, I hope?)
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Over their plates of toast and eggs, Parker asked, “Are you okay with this? You didn’t seem so thrilled.”
“Good eye, but it was mostly the cold. That and bad positioning. I don’t wanna get my clothes wet when we go out. Or my legs. But mostly the cold.”
“Well, yeah, let’s definitely bundle up.”
“At least it looks like it’s gonna be a nice day. No snow yet.”
“And a couple of places I had in mind are indoors.”
“How many times do you want me to piss?”
“Well, I thought of a lot of places, honestly…”
Meagan grinned, hoisted her water bottle as if toasting him, and chugged the rest of it. It was only about one-third full—but it was big, a classic first-generation Nalgene.
“God, you’re awesome,” Parker said.
After finishing breakfast, cleaning up, making the bed, and getting dressed, Meagan said, “So I’m starting to feel it already. Do you want me to hold it until I gotta go bad, or do you just wanna make me run around and piss a lot?”
“Well, both—but you don’t need to be super-desperate, no. We’ve done that a lot.”
“So you wanna head out now?”
“Sure. Bring your water bottle.”
“Bring yours. I’m gonna want more than just one bottle if I’m going to pee all over campus—oh, and we should bring snacks!”
They set out well-equipped for the weather: Parker with his heavy coat on and a wool cap, Meagan in layers with a jacket over a hoodie, scarf wrapped around her neck and draping with her hair across her well-clad shoulders. They both wore jeans, though Meagan had fortified hers with long, thick, and many-colored socks underneath. Their breath fogged, their boots crunched through the fallen leaves across their path, and they held hands—through their gloves.
“’Kay, so where did you want me to go first?” Meagan asked.
“Tyler Hall,” Parker said promptly.
“You know, I’ve never been in there?”
“I haven’t either, that’s why I want to check it out. Remember to keep drinking!”
“I am,” Meagan said, hoisting her bottle. She’d already made a considerable dent in it, and she’d filled it up just fifteen minutes ago.
Tyler Hall was small and little-used. Some of the musicians used it for practice rooms, but otherwise it was mostly empty classrooms—it had been replaced by newer and better buildings. While it was unlocked, it was obvious that nobody had bothered to turn up the heat. It was warmer than outside… but not by much. They explored a little bit, going up to the second floor and poking around. The rooms were dark, lit only by the sunlight from outside, and had a highly abandoned look. The old chairs and desks looked forlorn and dusty.
“Any particular ideas?” Meagan said. “I could piss just about anywhere in here. In a trash can, off a desk… nobody’d be bothered. Nobody would find it for days.”
“Yeah, but I don’t actually want to leave a big mess that someone has to clean up eventually,” Parker said.
“That’s pretty respectful of you. I approve. So what were you thinking instead?”
“Men’s room.”
“Heh. I like the way you think.”
The second-floor men’s room was small and dimly lit, just a stall, a urinal, and a sink.
“Where do you want me?”
“I was thinking urinal.”
“Hmmm… I don’t know if I can do that without splattering! And if we’re going to be out and about all day, I don’t want to get piss on my jeans at our first stop.
“Take ‘em off, maybe?”
“I could… but I just put them on. Could I go in the sink?”
“I’d really like to see you piss in the urinal,” Parker said, “and when else are we going to get a chance like this?”
“Any time this week, probably,” Meagan said, “but mmkay, I can do it. Let me lean on you so I can keep my balance.”
It was a bit of a production, getting her jeans and socks and underwear off without ever touching a bare foot to the floor: she had to get one leg out, then slide it back into her boot, then do the other leg. Eventually Parker was doing his best coatrack impression as he held on to a big portion of her clothes, and she was finally in just her sweatshirt and her boots. It was a strange sight, and strangely alluring, watching her bare-assed in the dim room.
“I gotta say, I am a little excited to try this out,” Meagan said. “Besides, I do need to go…”
“How bad?”
“Oh, I could wait a long time. But I gotta go, and that’s what matters to you, right?” she said. She kissed him on the cheek and stroked his crotch with her hand. He stiffened up quickly.
“So I know how you do this… but how am I supposed to?” Meagan said, looking at the urinal. “I mean, I could get my crotch right up against it, I guess. Or maybe I should back up to it?”
“I don’t mind either way,” Parker said.
“I think I’ll back up to it. I wanna watch your reaction.” She did what she’d described, essentially shoving her bare butt right into the bowl of the urinal.
“Wait until I say it’s okay,” Parker said.
“Really?” Meagan asked, but with a grin.
He waited five seconds, savoring the image, and then said, “Okay, go ahead.”
After a moment of nothing happening, Meagan got a look of concentration for a moment, and then they both heard the spattering of her pee hitting the porcelain. As usual she pissed fast and to the point. She pulled herself out of the urinal, straightened up, and then said, “Can you grab me some toilet paper from the stall? Oh, and get extra, too, I’ll need it later.”
“How was that?” Parker asked as he passed her the paper and pocketed some more.
“Kinda fun!” she said. “A little awkward, but I gotta say, there’s a bit of a thrill.” She grabbed her water bottle, resting on the sink beside her, and took two big swigs. “Peeing where you’re not supposed to… yeah, definitely fun. How was it for you?”
“About the same. It’s fun being a little dangerous…”
“Of course,” Meagan said—taking another big swallow, still naked from hips to boots—“This is barely dangerous at all. Second-story bathroom in the building no one ever goes to, even when it’s not Thanksgiving Break? We can do better.”
“Oh, now that’s getting me excited,” Parker asked, admiring her fourth big gulp of water.
Meagan got dressed, again leaning on his shoulder as she maneuvered around putting her feet on the cold floor, chugged the rest of her water bottle, and then filled it up at the sink.
“’Kay, let’s go!” she said eagerly. “I’m gonna probably have to pee in… oh, about ten minutes, after all that water. Where to next?” |
I am Bad At Promises, at least when it comes to updates. I should stop making predictions, especially since I don't get over here to omo.org very often.
All right, enough excuses: here's Part 4.
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“’Kay, let’s go!” she said eagerly. “I’m gonna probably have to pee in… oh, about ten minutes, after all that water. Where to next?”
Actually it took about twenty minutes for her to feel the need again, which was good, because they had to decide on the next good spot.
“I was thinking of the back steps in Cole Hall,” Parker said.
“Good idea, but it’ll be a lot nicer for the janitors if we do that later,” Meagan said. “With the amount I’m drinking, I should be pissing straight water in a bit, and then it’ll be just as if someone spilled their bottle. Let’s do something outside next.”
“Football field, 50-yard line.”
“Hmm, can I propose a place that’s a little less exposed, and also a little closer?”
“Sure.”
“Baseball field dugout.”
“That works.”
The baseball field was fairly far out, but it wasn’t a hugely long walk. So they sat in the dugout and waited for a few minutes while they waited for Meagan to need to go again. This didn’t take too long—and since she was sipping water pretty steadily while they waited, it wouldn’t take long for the next round, either. The “dugout” was actually a three-walled wooden shed, the open side facing the ball field, with a long wooden bench and a concrete floor. A chain-link fence stood between the dugout and the field, with gates at either end.
Meagan stood up and stretched. “’Kay, definitely need to go now. May I?”
“You can wait a few minutes,” Parker said calmly.
“No prob!” she said, all sunny. She paced the dugout a bit, then stood with her legs crossed for a moment.
“Do you really need to go that bad already?” Parker asked.
“Wellll—not quite. I could definitely hold it a while yet. But don’t you like it when I cross my legs?”
“I like it when you need to cross your legs.”
“That’ll come real soon. Can I go?”
“Hmm, I’m thinking about where I want you… Okay, just sit on the edge of the bench and go right on the floor.”
Meagan needed no second bidding. She had her pants and panties down to her knees in a flash and perched herself on the bench as ordered. Her stream had just begun to spatter on the concrete when Parker sharply said, “Wait, someone’s coming!”
She pinched off her stream and yanked her pants back up… most of the way. She didn’t have time to get them totally up over her hips before a couple of women—they looked like locals, not part of the college—walked by with a couple of dogs. Meagan just quickly leaned forward, letting her open jacket dangle on either side and her sweatshirt hang loose over her crotch. It wouldn’t have fooled anyone looking closely, because her waistband was still clearly well below her waist and her jeans were obviously rumpled up around her thighs. But the two women walked through the gate and on out across the baseball field with barely a glance. Only one of the dogs paid much mind, and it shortly trotted along after its pack.
“Shit,” Meagan whispered as the two passersby walked straight on across the outfield. “Once I stop, I really gotta go after that, but if they turn around…”
“Go for it,” Parker said. “Time to be a little more dangerous, huh? Besides, they’re not looking around.”
“I’ll wait another minute…”
“Go ahead and do it now,” Parker said, lightly but firmly.
She grinned. “Oh, I see. Yessir!” She snapped a salute and slid her jeans back to her knees. A second later her pinched-off piss came roaring right out.
“Heh, that was fun,” Meagan said as she finished and wiped off with the toilet paper Parker passed to her. “But I’m really glad I didn’t go with any of my other ideas…”
“Oh?”
“First idea was to piss on home plate. Second idea was to get you a little more warmed up.” She mimed jacking him off.
“Yeah, that could have been seriously awkward.”
“’Kay! Back to Cole Hall?”
“Yup.”
Cole Hall was the home of the Humanities departments on campus—foreign languages, English and Creative Writing, and a few of the other arts programs, plus some administrative offices on the first floor. The biggest auditorium on campus commanded the middle of the building, with seating accessible from all three floors. Two big staircases flanked the auditorium and went upstairs. But because of the auditorium’s ins and outs, such as side doors to the stage and emergency exits from the balcony, there was a second pair of stairs, much less used and usually overlooked. Parker only knew about them because his old friend and AV mentor, CJ, had mentioned them. The back steps had doors to the outside, to do their emergency-exit job, and Parker was headed for one of these; they were around the side and out of the way, all the better for getting in and out unnoticed. As they passed the library on their way to Cole Hall, Meagan leaned close and said, “Don’t look now, but I already have to pee again.”
“Chugging your whole water bottle worked pretty well, huh?”
“It all went straight through me. Gotta go bad, lover.”
Parker grinned with delight at her phrasing and led the way around one wing to the back-stairs door. But when they got there, it was locked.
“C’mon, I don’t think the whole building’s closed—we can get in through the front door and go through the auditorium,” Parker said. Then he noticed Meagan was standing cross-legged. “Didn’t I say I liked it when you needed to cross your legs?” he said.
“Uh-huh. And now I do,” she said. “I was serious, lover. That whole water bottle’s coming right on through—I don’t have a lot of time.”
“You? Master of the Bladder?”
She chuckled. “My reputation comes back to bite me. Yeah, even still—I really need to pee.”
“Like, wet-your-pants bad?”
“If you keep me standing around outside in the cold for another five minutes, yeah, maybe!”
“Let’s go, then!”
The front doors to Cole Hall were indeed not locked. There were lights on in the registrar’s office, but nowhere else. The auditorium doors weren’t locked either, but the lights were off. As soon as the doors closed behind them, therefore, they’d be in near-total darkness. But Parker saw that all they had to do was walk along the back wall, turn at the corner, and walk down to where the side door to the back steps was located, down near the front of the room. If they kept their hand on the wall, they couldn’t miss it, not with its EXIT sign… and the door had a crash bar, so they’d be able to get out for sure.
Parker also noticed that Meagan was visibly bouncing up and down behind him as he examined the room.
The doors shut, the darkness closed in. Parker set out along the back wall, keeping his hand on it as he went. A few steps along, Meagan said, “Y’know, I could piss right here. Right in the seats.”
“It’d ruin the carpet, love.”
“I know. But it would mean I could pee right now! Nobody could see.”
“Including me—and I don’t wanna miss this.”
“Oh, all right,” Meagan said with mock exasperation. “It was just a suggestion…”
It had seemed so easy, looking at it in the light, but now that it was too dark to see, it felt like it was taking forever. Parker knew, reasonably, that they couldn’t have simply missed the side wall. It was a wall, it wasn’t going anywhere. But he thought he’d be there already, feeling along with one hand on the back wall and one hand out in front so as not to bump his nose (or his brewing erection) on anything. Behind him, Meagan began a little chant: “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!”
Finally the wall he was feeling for turned up, and they turned and walked down the rows of seats to where the side door was waiting. But this at least didn’t feel like it was taking forever, nor was there any chance of missing it in the dark, because the green-glowing EXIT sign was there to guide them. The crash bar yielded to Parker’s push, and they stood on the back steps: very old, varnished wood, worn smooth by many feet over many years. It was lighter here, although still pretty dim, because there were windows at intervals.
Meagan immediately undid her belt. “Can I pee right here?” she said.
“Let’s go up to the next landing where the light’s a little better,” Parker said.
She dashed past him up the stairs to where a window lit the landing, and turned, squirming, to face him as he followed her up more slowly. “Now can I pee?”
Grinning at her desperation, feeling the blood of his arousal pounding through his veins, Parker made a show of surveying the scene. “Okay,” he said, “go up a few more steps, and then you can go. I wanna see how far your piss will get. Think you can hit the landing from five steps up?”
“Oh totally, if I aim right,” Meagan said, wriggling. “But I can’t do that with my pants around my ankles, I’m worried about soaking them.”
“Take ‘em off again.”
“No time,” she said a little breathlessly. “Wait, I know. But I’ll need help.” She went up five more steps as ordered, then tore her pants down to her ankles, and sat down on the step. Then she grabbed the hand rail, leaned back, and picked both her feet up—bunched-up pants, panties, shoes, and all. “Hold my feet,” she said, and Parker obliged, lifting her feet up higher. As soon as he had her clothes and boots safely out of the way, Meagan immediately began peeing. It jetted out of her straight and arced down to… yes, the landing.
After the first burst the stream slackened a bit and fell on the steps instead, then dribbled to a halt. But the puddles on each step dripped down to join the ones below them and added to the splash at the landing below.
“Did I get it?” Meagan asked, her view blocked.
“You sure did. I’m impressed.”
“Don’t mess with this bladder when it’s raring to go.”
“Um… actually, I mess with it all the time.”
“Okay, fine. Don’t get in the way of this bladder when it’s raring to go.”
“That I can see—and, yeah. Good advice!”
As Meagan got her clothes straight, Parker bent over one of the puddles and waved his hand toward his nose. “Doesn’t smell at all,” he said. “Anyone comes along, they’d think it was a spill or a leak in the roof.”
“It must be 99.9% water by now.”
“Probably.”
“’Kay! That was definitely fun, going for distance like that—but I’ve had enough to drink I can probably do more.”
“Oh, you will, ‘cause you’re gonna drink lots more on top of all that,” Parker said, handing her his own water bottle.
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Part 5 is written and will come... soon?
Part 6 is not written yet and will come who knows when. But I'm not giving up, don't worry. There's just lots to do. |
I'm pretty sure "Season 1" was around 38,000 all by itself, so yes, well over 50k by now.
And here comes some more:
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They stepped out of the emergency exit to the back corner where they’d tried to get in at first (the door was not locked from the inside, as good emergency exits never are). “Where to next?” Meagan asked.
“I was thinking back-campus. Have you pee in a tree somewhere.”
“Oh, we’ve done that before,” Meagan said. “Boring. But I know just the place: the Pipe in the Sky.”
“Where now?”
“You haven’t seen the pipe? Oh, we are definitely going, then.”
They trooped across campus again—crossing the baseball field, but not pausing at the dugout—going down the one gentle hill and then up a slightly steeper one and coming at last to the edge of the woods. (Meagan was once again sipping water every minute or so, but no big gulps this time.) Here she took the lead, confidently setting out on one path into the woods, turning with certainty at various crossroads.
It was a long way out, further out into the woods than Parker had ever been. He was grateful it was a clear day, and that many of the leaves were down to let in more light. But clearly the rain had left its mark; the path was muddy in many places.
“Maybe I should just squat down and add to the puddle,” Meagan said as they navigated through a particularly mucky patch on the trail.
“Please don’t, for multiple reasons.”
Suddenly a small valley opened up at their feet, maybe fifty yards wide. Across the valley stretched a big metal pipe, about two and a half feet in diameter, supported on concrete piers. At its middle it was roughly forty feet off the ground.
“Behold the Pipe in the Sky!” Meagan intoned.
“Um,” Parker said. “Are we going to cross that?”
“Better,” Meagan said. “I’m going to piss off it.”
Parker’s eyebrows announced their reluctance.
“Oh, come on, it’s pretty safe,” Meagan said. “It’s not as hard to keep your balance as you might think. Although I’ve never actually tried to drop my pants while I was standing on it…”
“I really don’t think this is a good idea. And for the record, ‘Oh, come on, it’s pretty safe’ is not really reassuring. I think… yeah, I think you’re not peeing here.”
“Pleeeeease? I’ve always wanted to do this!”
“Wait, really?”
“Well, I’ve always wanted to do this for the last twenty minutes!”
“I just see so many ways this could go wrong.”
Meagan let go of his hand and lightly strode out onto the pipe. Parker gulped and felt his heart rate spike. But Meagan walked calmly forward, not even stretching her hands out for balance. About ten yards out, hands still in her pockets, she turned around and grinned at him. “See?” she said. “Come on out.”
He shook his head.
“Think about it. This pipe is more than two feet wide. If you walk on the exact top of it, you barely even notice that it’s curved. Just act like you’re walking on the yellow stripe down the middle of the road.”
“That is not a thing I have ever done.”
“No? Well, I guess you haven’t spent as much time as I have in small towns… Here, take my hand.” She came back to where pipe met valley’s edge and reached out for him.
His stomach and his heart seemed to be swing-dancing, but Parker took her hand and followed her out. Somewhat to his surprise, she was absolutely right: the pipe itself under his feet felt broad and stable. And her strong grip on his wrist was steadying. So that just meant that the only scary part was the way they were now twenty feet up over a rocky gully.
“Still haven’t figured out how to drop my pants,” Meagan said.
“You really want to do this.”
“Don’t you?”
“It’d be way easier for me, though.”
“Aha! So you do want to.”
“I just don’t want to see you lose your balance and go right over and then I’d have to go back for help and explain why you’re lying at the bottom of the valley with your pants around your ankles.”
“Okay, I can see why that would be an awkward conversation to have.”
“And I really really really don’t want to you to die or wind up broken because of my thing about pee.” His voice was raw with worry. “I love you, Meagan…”
She caressed his cheek. “You are so sweet. Mmkay. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.” She grinned. “But in that case, pick a tree for me to pee in, ‘cause this girl’s gotta go.”
Parker thought for a moment. “Well, hang on. Do you think you could squat, if I were holding your hand?”
“I wasn’t gonna squat, I was gonna bend over, and yes, I wouldn’t want to do that without holding your hand.”
“Let’s try it without the peeing, see if we can even do that.”
“’Kay!”
It was not hard, especially if Parker planted both feet on one of the concrete piers, which were flat-topped.
“Oh, yeah, easy,” Meagan said, and she started to undo her belt.
“Hang on, I’m still nervous about this part,” Parker said. “But we can do it, I just want you to take your pants off back on solid ground.”
“You really want my pants off a lot today,” Meagan said with a grin, but followed him back off the pipe, found a handy tree to lean on, and started changing. Once again clad in nothing between her sweatshirt and her boots, she stepped back out onto the pipe. Parker followed close behind.
“So if you thought that explaining me down on the ground with my pants at my ankles would be hard…” she murmured.
He chuckled.
“How far out do you want me to go?”
“Here’s fine.”
“You sure you don’t want me to go a little farther?”
“Well…”
“Whatever you decide, love, do it fast, ‘cause I am freezing my ass off. Also my knees. And that makes me need to go a lot worse. Which is a challenge, ‘cause I can’t really cross my legs on this pipe…”
“Just go here, then.”
Meagan bent over and crouched slightly. This provided just enough of an angle that she didn’t need to worry about her boots. As usual she peed fast in a big explosive burst—fast enough that her first drops had only barely hit the ground far below when the last ones trickled out. She carefully straightened up, holding tight to his hand, grinning from ear to ear, and glanced over her shoulder at the gully below. Her wet spot was too far down to be visible, but she didn’t seem to mind. “That was fun,” she said. “Now it’s your turn. But I wanna try something.”
“Oh?”
Without another word she stepped (carefully) closer, unzipped his fly, and maneuvered his (somewhat hard) penis through his boxers. She cradled it in her hand, then said, “’Kay, love. Whenever you’re ready.”
It took him a minute, between the cold and her hand and his hard-on. But Meagan waited patiently, holding him loosely, until a small spurt escaped. That opened the spigot. Meagan giggled with delight as she waved his cock around, making arcs and patterns in his piss as it fell toward the gully floor. He pissed a little more than she had—since he hadn’t gone since back at the dorm, while she had pissed four times—and longer, and rather more yellow.
He squeezed out a few last drops. Meagan shook him off, then produced toilet paper from her pocket and wiped off both of them. Not having a trash can, she shrugged and tossed the wads down.
“That’s littering!”
“It’s biodegradable, it won’t last long,” she said.
“Still—”
“Are you volunteering to go down and pick it up?”
“Um.”
“Good. ‘Cause I got other things we could do.” She was still holding him by the cock, and she stroked him several times as she spoke. “Do you wanna fuck me right here on the pipe, before I put my pants back on? If I got down on all fours I’d have an even more stable grip.”
“Uh.”
“Imagine it!” she said. “Just imagine. And remember our piss falling all the way down…”
“Yeah,” he said, responding to her caressing and her imagining. “Yeah. I could do that…”
“Too bad,” she said, dropping his dick. “You’ll just have to wait. That’s too risky for me, and I’m too damn cold right now. But you know what you don’t have to wait for? Lunch!”
As soon as she’d gotten her jeans and panties back on, they took out the snacks they’d brought with them, sat down on the pipe, and ate with their legs swinging. They ate their snacks and drank water, Meagan knocking back far more than Parker, and talked. Their conversation wandered to many other things, including their plans for Thanksgiving, just two days away.
“You don’t mind it being just us?” Parker asked.
“No, I really don’t,” Meagan said. “My family has pissed me off too fuckin’ much this week already, no need for more. You’re the only one I want around right now.”
He put his arm around her shoulder, drew her close, kissed her head. “Thank you,” he said.
“Totally welcome.”
A moment later she spoke again: “But if you want turkey you’re gonna need to find another cook.”
“Well, I was thinking I could make soup.”
“Oh yeah? What kind?”
“Split pea. That works well with this weather. And I could make cookies.”
“Oh, honey,” Meagan said, “sold.”
After finishing up their snack lunch (and cleaning up after themselves more carefully, since Parker was still feeling a little irked about the toilet paper), Meagan said, “So guess what.”
“Gotta go again?”
“Mmmhmm! Turns out drinking a full water bottle three times over makes me need to pee. Where to now?”
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Next up: the thrilling conclusion -- of Tuesday. (Tuesday during Meagan & Parker's Thanksgiving Break, that is.) Yeah, that's right, we're not even halfway through the week. |
The conclusion (of Tuesday)! (On a Tuesday, too, at least where I live.)
This is literally the last part I've written, and we've got a few more days to go in Meagan & Parker's epic week. So I can't promise anything more soon, unless I get on a real tear after work tomorrow and write lots.
This one's more about the two of them and their relationship than about the fun parts, but there are still some fun bits too. So: sex alert!
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Parker thought about it a bit. “Okay, I’ve got an idea.”
“And?”
“I think I’ll keep this one as a surprise,” Parker said. “But I’ll need you to lead me back toward front-campus. Let’s aim for the observatory.”
As they made their way over the trails back out of the woods, Meagan asked, “Isn’t the observatory where you took that Lara chick?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Oh, I get it. You wanna re-enact that?”
“Not exactly.”
“So you wanna reclaim that.”
“Huh?”
“That experience was pretty intense, yeah? But also kinda painful, afterward? That’s what you told me.”
“I don’t remember saying that as such.”
“Psych major, remember? Plus a decade of practice in reading men, which is not that hard? You may not have said much, but you told me plenty.”
“‘Not that hard,’ huh? I find that offensively truthful!”
“Darn straight. Anyway. Since it was an intense and highly erotic experience you want it to happen again. Since it was a painful experience, you want it to happen again with someone who won’t push you away afterward—namely me.”
“Interesting analysis, doc.”
“Not a doctor yet. That’s another four years of grad school.”
“What’s the term for undergrads, then?”
“Other than ‘undergrad’?”
“…Yeah.”
“‘Major.’ As in ‘Major Meagan.’ Forget it and I’ll make you do push-ups till you rock the earth, Corporal Maggot.”
“Aye aye, cap—I mean, aye aye, major sir!”
“Nice save.”
“Anyway. Interesting analysis. But it just so happens you’re wrong.”
“And you’re not just changing plans because I figured it out.”
“…I might not be.”
She laughed. “Well, whatever your plan may be, lover, I hope it’s quick, because I’m really needing to pee over here.”
“You haven’t been able to hold it as well today, huh?”
“Uh, I didn’t say that! You haven’t asked me to hold it so far. I’ve just been guzzling water hand over fist so I can pump it back out again as piss a few minutes later. My bladder must be so confused.”
“So if I said I wanted you to pee against that tree over there, you’d be happy?”
Meagan shrugged. “I’d definitely feel relieved. I guess happy, if that’s what you really want. Seems like we could do better for our grand finale.”
“I agree.”
“Like re-creating your encounter with Lara, maybe?”
“Maybe, maybe not. What if I asked you to piss your pants?”
“Um, I’d probably call veto on that until we got back to the dorm. A, I don’t want to walk through campus in wet pants, even if it’s break, and B, it’s getting pretty darn cold and that would be super uncomfortable.”
“But you’d do it in the dorm?”
“Sure, if you wanted me to.”
“Huh.”
“Are you interested in that?”
“Kind of? I guess what I really wanted to know was how far my power went…”
“Your ‘power’ goes as far as we negotiated, and so I’m totally fine with anything inside those limits. Having me piss my pants counts—but my veto is in there, too. So who’s got the power, huh? Huh?”
“All you, love. All you.”
They emerged from the woods not far from the observatory. As they walked over to it, Meagan said, “So what did you actually do with Lara that time?”
His adventures with Meagan had overridden the memory to a great extent—being far more satisfying—but Parker found he could call up most of the details quite well, once he looked back on it, and found he was enjoying the recollection. Meagan noticed, and after a fast glance around—the observatory was surrounded by scrub fields and so was technically out in the open, with houses in the distance—she stopped him, kissed him, and stroked his hard-on.
“Well, I don’t think I’m taking off my pants for you a third time, not until we get back to the dorm,” she said. “It’s getting really cold out. I don’t think I’m quite dressed for this. Almost smells like snow.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“And I’m also not gonna leak down my leg, because that’s just some weak sauce. Leakage is not my style; I go when I wanna go.”
“You are so badass,” Parker said.
“Are you mocking me?” she growled.
“Only a little. The rest is real.”
“Good. I think. But I can still piss here if you want. Or do you want me to get you off?”
“Nope and nope,” Parker said. “Or I guess not here and not now. But I wanted you to think that you’d get to pee here, ‘cause actually I’m gonna make you wait.”
“Not a problem,” she said, with a challenging look in her eye. “I’ll wait as long as you want me to.”
“But just imagine,” Parker said, relishing turning the tables on her with the “imagine” game. “Just imagine getting to pee right here, right now! Wouldn’t that feel good?”
“Just imagine me giving you a blow job right here, right now. That would feel pretty good too, huh? But it ain’t happening either.”
“Oooh, fighting fire with fire.”
“Technically fighting water with water.”
“…Ewww. Just figured that out.”
“I do like that I’m dating a boy who listens.” She casually crossed her legs, not seeming too stressed just yet. “So—are we just gonna stand around here for a while, or what?”
“Let’s go someplace where you can pee,” Parker said.
“Already?”
“Sure.”
They walked down the hill, headed back toward campus, but they reached the football stadium first. It was, of course, completely empty. The stadium consisted of two sets of steel-and-aluminum bleachers facing each other across a slightly untidy grass field, surrounded by nothing but a waist-high chain-link fence—as their college was not exactly Ohio State when it came to football and fans. The wind was picking up as they reached the gate, and leaves skittered across the concrete driveway and out onto the white lines painted on the field.
“So I know you said no to this earlier,” Parker said, “but if you want to, you could go pee on the 50-yard line.”
Meagan scrunched up her face in consideration, which with her freckles made her look all the cuter. “Hmmmmm…”
“Choose quickly. This is a limited-time offer. If time expires, additional conditions may apply!”
“It sure would be nice to pee. This wind is really making it a lot worse.”
“Too late! Additional conditions now in effect.”
“Let’s hear them.”
“You can still pee on the 50-yard-line, but you have to be completely naked.”
“Fuck no. Maybe at night. In July. But not now.” She grinned evilly. “But you can keep right on imagining that. Picture me squirming helplessly, trying to cover my boobs and grab my crotch since I gotta go that bad but I’m all naked, standing out there on the field on a hot night.” She pantomimed it, then flung a hand to her brow and said, with all appropriate drama, “‘Oh, Parker, it’s so hard. I don’t know what I need more: to get your cock in me or get the piss out of me. I just can’t decide, I’m so desperate for both!’”
“Uh. Wow.”
She kept right on grinning wicked, then kissed him on the cheek. “Thought you’d enjoy that image.”
“I did. …How come you had the southern accent, though?”
“I could be southern if I want to be.”
“Not really how it works.”
“I’m a broke girl from a small town in the Midwest, and in the Midwest, being southern is mostly determined by your paycheck. Especially in Indiana.”
“Okay, fair enough.”
“But anyway. No, I’m not going to strip down and piss on the 50-yard line, no matter how much I hate football… so where can I pee?”
“C’mon.”
Parker led the way up the hill and across the back driveway to a parking lot. “How’d you feel about here?”
The parking lot was almost empty—almost. A couple forlorn cars sat on the far edge, meaning there was zero cover, and a dorm loomed up to one side.
“Do I have to?” Meagan asked, looking a little worried. “I know there probably aren’t any people around, but this is… really exposed. Again, maybe at night, but not now. Veto.”
“Technically you used your veto for the day when you said no to the 50-yard-line the first time,” Parker said.
Meagan frowned, scowled up at the dorm.
“But technically I didn’t tell you to pee here at all,” Parker said. “I did want to see if you’d do it, but I’ve got a better idea anyway.”
Meagan shook her head in relief. “Whew. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to that. Don’t push your luck, mister—and quit teasing me, mmmmmkay? Just tell me where I can go, ‘cause I really really gotta. This wind is making me nearly piss myself.”
Parker stepped close, wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her gently. “I’m sorry, love, I shouldn’t be yanking you around like that.”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
“Next time we’ll plan it out exactly, okay? No more surprises.”
“Oh, you don’t need to go that far. But don’t push me on privacy, mmmkay? And don’t tease me. Much.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.”
“And you can pee anywhere you want back at the dorm, there’s just one condition.”
“Hmmm?”
Parker whispered it in her ear.
She grinned. “Now you’re talkin’. Let’s go!”
She grabbed his hand and started skipping across the parking lot. A moment later she had to stop short, cross her legs, and bend forward a little. “Mmkay, too much bouncing there… but yeah, c’mon!”
Still hand in hand, they walked (quickly) past the gym, a couple more dorms, more parking lots, and came at last to Bryant Hall, Meagan’s dorm. She handed her key card to Parker so he could let them in, saying, “I don’t quite trust my fingers right now.” And indeed, she was doing the full-body clench, including fingers clenched into fists. Parker got them in and traded her card for her room key.
Inside it was much warmer, and Meagan relaxed fractionally. Once into her room, they stripped off their jackets.
“Here?” Parker asked. “Or would you rather go straight to the bathroom?”
“I’d rather do it here. Sitting on a toilet isn’t the most romantic.”
“Want help with your clothes?”
“Yes please.”
Parker helped her out of her clothes, piece by piece, not hurrying, but not dragging his feet, either. He stood behind her and worked his way down, so first came the sweatshirt she’d had on under her jacket, then the t-shirt beneath, and next her bra. When her breasts came loose he cupped them in his hands, caressing and squeezing. She leaned back against him for a moment and then said, “’Kay, your turn.”
“Huh?”
“Clothes off.”
“We’re not gonna have sex, though.”
“I know. I still wanna feel your skin. At least your shirt.”
“Fair enough.” He pulled off his shirt and resumed his caresses, standing pressed against her so she could feel his bare chest against her naked shoulders. He kissed her neck—side and back—and her shoulders, especially her freckles. His hands wandered all the way up to play with her red-touched hair and all the way down to her waistband, where he undid her button and unzipped slightly, rolling the waistband down over her hips. He laid his hands over her bladder, which was noticeably full and taut, though not bulging, but didn’t press down, just felt her muscles at work.
She was breathing faster from all the attention as he unzipped her jeans the rest of the way and slid his fingers down the front of her green cotton panties. She shivered, sighed, and rubbed back against him. Then the jeans came the rest of the way down and he kept his fingers at work. One hand slipped into her panties and found her clit. The other hand roamed her upper body. He made out with her neck until she turned her head, eyes almost closed, plainly looking for a kiss, and he bent his neck to give her many.
Her panties were damp, and not at all from pee, when he peeled them from her hips and butt and slid them down her clenched legs. Then he took her vibrator from its place in the drawer by the bed, set it on low, and slid it up one of those tense legs to where it met the other and let it work.
“God, don’t stop, but the rumbling is making it so dang hard to hold it,” Meagan whispered, leaning back against him again.
“Does it feel good, though?”
“Fuck yeah,” she gasped. “It’s all so intense.”
Little circles, gently increasing the pressure then backing off, ramping up the power setting then switching it back—Parker had learned a lot about the vibrator in the last few months, and he used it well. Meagan was soon putting a lot of her weight on him, her hands leaning back on his hips as he played her clit like a cello, deep rumbling and sexy curves. Her mouth hung open and her breathing became panting. Then she squeezed his hips with both hands, tight—whether in arousal or desperation he couldn’t tell, at this point—and let out a long shaky moan.
“Don’t stop, I’m right on the edge,” she gasped. “But grab the trash can, I may not be able to wait long, afterward.”
Parker didn’t stop—but he did slow down, to Meagan’s exquisite frustration. Still, neither one could keep that up very long. After just another minute, Meagan moaned, twice, then gave a small sharp cry of release and gave the familiar convulsion. She staggered and he grabbed her beneath her breasts with his non-vibrating arm to steady her.
“Trash can?” he murmured in her ear.”
“I’m okay for a second,” she said, surprising him. “I’m all locked down. But do you wanna come first? ‘Cause if you do I wanna hurry.”
“I thought I could wait a bit, maybe until tomorrow. Since I did jerk you around a bit earlier.”
“Fuck that!” she said cheerfully, though still breathlessly. “I’ve had you hard all day from all that pissing. And I can feel how hard you are right now—which I am loving, by the way. Hand me the lube.”
And so just a few minutes later, it was Parker moaning and shaking, jeans around his ankles. Meagan was crouching on her heel to get her face down next to his cock, looking up at him with a sexy and only-somewhat-desperate smile. When he was about to come she quickly took him in her mouth and sucked him off, swallowing it all down.
“And now I’m gonna pee,” she said, wiping her mouth, and with a quick movement she shifted her butt over the can. A moment later the familiar sound of her torrent filled the room.
She stood up, dripping, and they kissed for a long moment.
“Good?”
“So good. You?”
“You couldn’t tell from the part where I nearly fell over? Yeah, real good. We did real good.”
They cleaned up in their separate ways, not bothering with clothes in their empty hall, and reconvened (still naked) under the covers for cuddles and more kisses.
“I think I’d like to take tomorrow off,” Meagan said, “and then do a little more on Thanksgiving itself.”
“Okay.”
“But that was lots of fun. More fun than I expected. Thanks for the idea, lover.”
“Thank you, for being willing.”
“More than willing, hon. That was downright pleasurable. Especially on the pipe. And just now, with the vibe. You are getting so good at that.”
“Mm, aren’t I, though?”
“A little rough here and there but a good day.”
“Thanks to you and your champion bladder.”
“It’s pretty solid, no?”
“It’s definitely earned a rest tomorrow. Well done to all your muscles.”
“They thank you, and want a nap.”
“That sounds like a good idea in general. Want to?”
“Sure.” |
Here's another part! A little bit of a change of pace, but important to the characters and the purpose of the story.
Based extremely loosely on a real event. The last woman I saw really desperate to pee was in a grocery store. One built more recently, however, as there is indeed a public bathroom there. But I'm old enough to remember when grocery stores didn't have public restrooms.
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Wednesday they went grocery shopping. This proved more interesting than they guessed.
They walked over. There was a small but adequate grocery store just a stone’s throw from the north corner of campus. They needed a fair number of things—eggs and oats for the cookies, for instance—but it was such a short walk, it seemed pointless to take Meagan’s car. They did bundle up against the cold.
“It definitely smells like snow,” Meagan said as they crunched through fallen leaves and ducked down a driveway in the usual shortcut.
As the automatic doors slid back, they stepped into the warmth of the store and realized they were just two of quite a large number of people doing their Thanksgiving shopping. The crowd meant that simply walking down an aisle now required a lot of navigating and maneuvering. Sticking together meant they had to hold hands, not that this was a problem. Every time Parker was in such a packed place, trying to thread his way through a mob, he was reminded of the asteroid belt scene in The Empire Strikes Back, and he started humming the music that went with the scene. Meagan, who was walking ahead of him at this point, threw him a knowing look over her shoulder. “You’re a goof,” she said.
“Who is more goofy, the goof, or the goof who follows her?”
“The one following, obviously.”
“Wait, I think I had that joke backward…”
“Too late!”
They hit a snag when they were in the baking aisle.
“You mean you don’t have a list?” Meagan said.
“I’ve got the recipe memorized,” Parker said, studying the shelves. “Or I thought I did.”
Meagan sighed.
“Relax,” Parker said, glancing at her. “I’ll remember everything. I just need to jog my memory.”
“I’ll just make myself comfortable, then,” Meagan said.
He threw her a longer look. “Something wrong?”
She sighed again. “It’s just… this place is getting to me.”
Parker nodded. “We’ve had a nice quiet week and suddenly we walked into a madhouse.”
“A madhouse playing crappy Christmas songs. The day before Thanksgiving.”
“I know! That’s really getting on my nerves.” He reached up and took some baking powder down off the shelf. “Now is it baking powder or baking soda…?”
“And to top it all off—well, I’ll bet you can guess.”
“Wait, do you need to—?” But taking one look at her and he answered his own question: she definitely was getting her locked-down, all-muscles-engaged, need-to-pee look.
Meagan chuckled ruefully. “All your fault, of course.”
“How is it my fault?”
“If we hadn’t taken that nap yesterday, I wouldn’t have stayed up so late last night, and then I wouldn’t have been so tired this morning, and then I wouldn’t have had to drink coffee. Which is—well, you know.”
Parker pondered this for a moment. He thought of two ways to say what he wanted to say, and went with the one that seemed wiser. “I won’t let it get to me unless you want me to,” he said, shaping his phrasing with the crowds around him in mind.
She hugged him. “Thank you.” Leaning over his shoulder, she looked down at the items in his hand. “So what are you stuck on again?”
“Baking soda or baking powder.”
“Buy both, we’ll probably use it eventually.”
He chuckled. “Thank you. That just reminded me: the recipe actually calls for both.” Both boxes went into his basket.
Between the cookies and the soup, they filled up a basket apiece, and it took some time to get that done. Then they had to brave the line at the cash register, which was long indeed. It looked like the check-out clerks were a little short-staffed, not prepared for the influx, and so things were moving slowly.
“Well, the line’s not getting any shorter,” Parker said, and they went and stood in it.
Naturally the line they got in was the one where someone had to run and put something back, and the line where someone paid in cash and miscounted twice. Other lines were definitely moving faster, but they couldn’t switch without cutting in line. Meagan was looking still more tense as the other lines crept forward but theirs stood still.
“Is there a restroom here?” Parker asked. “Sometimes they have one. Like at Walmart.”
“I’ve never seen one,” Meagan said.
“Go take a look,” Parker encouraged her. “I can watch the stuff. And if you do find one,” he said in lower tones, “go right ahead and use it. Blanket permission for the rest of the day, in fact.”
She nodded, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and set off.
Five minutes she was back. Two things had happened during her absence: the line had finally moved forward a bit, and Parker had realized that if Meagan had found a bathroom, he might have gone and used it himself. But she shook her head. “No sign of one. It’s an older store,” she added, by way of explanation.
“Yeah, most new stores have them, don’t they? I remember my mom having to ask permission for me to use the staff bathroom when I was really small.” He lowered his voice again. “Gonna be okay?”
“Oh, I’ll be fine,” she said. “We don’t have much farther to go.”
Indeed, now they were only second in line to check out. But of course the last guy ahead of them had a shopping cart piled high with stuff, and so it took quite a while still. Meagan showed no further sign or made said any further word of her need until they’d paid and gotten outside. Then the wall of cold air, after the warmth of the crowded store, made her shiver involuntarily and swear, loudly enough that a few heads turned her direction: “Fuck, that’s cold.”
Heavily laden by their bags, they couldn’t take the shortcut (which involved scrambling up a grassy bank) and had to walk around. As they rounded the corner and stepped back onto campus, Meagan cursed again. “Mmmmmmmmmkay. I can do this.”
“If it’s any consolation,” Parker said, “I gotta go too.”
She smiled. “You know, it kinda is.”
They walked stiff and shivering (from temperatures outside and pressures outside) to Bryant Hall. Meagan swiped them in, and they stepped into the kitchen to set their bags down. They looked at each other.
“We should put the food away,” Parker said.
Another moment passed—and then as one, without a word, they turned for the bathrooms.
Back in the kitchen, very much relieved, they started putting the food away. Meagan said, “I’m really grateful for how you handled that, love.”
“You didn’t seem like you were in the mood for games, and you’d asked for today off.”
“Yeah. I mean, I could have held it a lot longer, you know that. And someday I do wanna play around with both of us getting desperate. Even the scales a bit. But today… well, I just wasn’t feeling it today, and I was frustrated with the store.”
“I know. You don’t need to apologize or explain. I could see how you felt. And it’s still all about consent.”
“Yes it is. But that situation could have led to a lot of fun for you and you set it aside.” She turned to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and said, “You know, a lot of guys would have done that real differently. I mean it when I said I’m grateful. I mean—tomorrow’s all about giving thanks, right? Well, thank God for you, Parker.”
“Me, I’m just thankful that you let—that we get to have fun like that at all.”
“Mmmmhmm. And tomorrow we can go back to that. But tonight, I wanna show you how grateful I am in a different way.”
“Oh?”
“Back massage.”
“Oooooooohh.”
As it happened, they exchanged back rubs that night, which meant shirts came off, which meant that they ended up doing quite a bit of naked making out and spooning afterward—but nothing else. “Tomorrow,” Meagan whispered, moving his hand away from her clit. “Tomorrow. But thank you.”
“Thank you. So grateful.”
“Yeah. Incredibly much.”
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More to come, and soon. |
In small doses, yes. The focus will always be on Meagan holding/getting desperate... but it'll happen with Parker too, on occasion.
Like right now.
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Parker woke up to Meagan making out with him. She was naked except for her panties.
“So whenever you do this,” Parker said, “you’re usually horny or you need to pee.”
“Why not both?” she said, and gently kissed his neck.
“Mmmmm. Today is gonna be a good day. But let’s see, how do we want to play this… if we had sex right now, would I be allowed to come?”
“So soon? Nah, I wanna stretch this out all day.”
“’Kay. In that case I’m gonna stretch my fun out all day, too. So you’ll get to pee right now, but that’ll be the last time for a while. Oh, and there will be some conditions to this pee, too.”
She sat up, eyes bright and alert, waiting for the word. Parker noticed that she was sitting on her heel.
“How long have you needed to go?” he said.
“Since I woke up, of course.”
“And how long ago was that?”
“Oh, about fifteen minutes.” She shrugged. “I got bored waiting for you to wake up.”
“Okay. So I’m gonna offer you a choice. You can either wait another forty-five minutes and then pee as you please, or you can wait another fifteen minutes and then pee with the conditions, which are: you have to go use a boy’s bathroom, and you aren’t allowed to put on any more clothes than what you’re wearing right now.”
Her eyes sparkled. “I say again: why not both?”
“Huh?”
“I’ll wait forty-five minutes and use the boy’s bathroom. Wearing this.”
“You’re not allowed to cross your arm or cover yourself, either. Totally topless.”
“Not a problem—since the dorm’s practically empty, after all…”
“Still, there’s the chance.”
“There is. But first I’m gonna hold another forty-five.”
“I love you.”
“I know. And you know I love you right back.”
“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be doing this for your worst enemies, yeah.”
A shadow flickered across her face. “Well—I’ve done some nasty things, you know. And sometimes it really has involved giving a guy exactly what he wants, if I figured out a way to use it to get back at him later.”
“What you are doing isn’t nasty at all. …Okay, it’s a little quirky and a little kinky, but not nasty.” He took her in his arms. “And you’re not doing this to fuck with me.”
“Well, I am going to fuck with you. In the sense that we are totally going to fuck today, and I’ll be with you when we do—kinda have to be—but not the way you meant.”
He shivered. “I repeat: I love you.”
She kissed him, and he kissed her back, and they made out for a few minutes, her lying atop him, his arms around her bare body. But then her weight reminded him of something he had to do.
“So I gotta pee too,” he said. “Want me to wait a bit?”
“Yeah!” she said. “So you’ll feel what it’s like.”
“I reserve the right to go before you do,” Parker said.
“Wimp.”
“Hey, you’re the one with the Bladder o’ Steel. I’m not in your league.”
“Oh, all right. But you’re still a wimp.”
“Maybe. But that was actually a hint; can you not be on top of me?”
She rolled off obligingly. But they kept making out for a while yet. After ten mostly-pleasant minutes he groaned a little.
“Hmmmm?” she inquired.
“It’s getting kinda bad. It’s weird, I don’t think I drank that much last night…”
“Doesn’t really matter if you did or not,” she said. “If your body’s used to peeing right away in the morning, and it’s not getting what it wants, then it feels super-urgent.”
“Well, whatever it is, I gotta go!”
“Poor Parker, can’t hold it,” she teased him. “Not enough practice!”
“Again: Bladder of Steel. You’ve got those muscles and I don’t.”
“Oh, but you’ve got something I don’t have,” she said. “Would you like a little help?”
“Yes please.”
His cock wasn’t totally hard, since he was pretty used to make-outs now; but Meagan stroked him with her hand for a moment, stiffening him up—then bent over him, pushed her breasts together with her hands, and nestled his hard-on between them. Then she stroked him with her cleavage, and that got him plenty hard pretty quick. She lay back down beside him but kept her hand closed lightly around his erection, every now giving a slow stroke or a gentle squeeze.
“Better?” she asked.
“Sort of,” he said. “I still gotta go, but it’s a little lower on the priority list now.”
“Want some more help?”
“Sure.”
“I’ve really gotta go bad, too.”
“Cross-your-legs bad?”
“Could be,” she said, and did so. Then she kissed him, and the making out resumed for a bit.
But before long he moaned again. “I can’t do this,” he said. “I gotta come or I gotta piss, but I can’t stay like this.”
“Well, you’re not coming yet,” Meagan said, “so you’d better go pee.” She immediately lightened her grip but kept holding him in her hand, waiting for his body to get bored and soften up.
Parker couldn’t take this, however, and got up out of bed. He instinctively reached to pinch the tip of his penis, but Meagan batted his hand away. “You’ll stay hard, doofus,” she said.
He took his hands away, clenching and unclenching his fists, shifting from foot to foot. Meagan watched, very amused, from the bed—again sitting on her heel.
“Gaah,” Parker said, “I can’t even look at you. You’re turning me on too much.”
“I’m sorry. Is it the boobs? Should I put the boobs away?” she said, cupping them in her hands—which was not exactly a turn-off.
“Stop sitting on your heel,” he demanded. “It reminds me that you’ve got to pee, too.”
She stood up—not crossing her legs, but going into total lockdown so she didn’t have to.
Parker turned away, took deep breaths, did a few multiplication problems in his head. Then he grabbed his sweat pants.
“Um, sweetie, I’m not sure those pants are going to help,” Meagan said.
Indeed, when he pulled them on, he was clearly pitching a tent.
“Can’t help it, I’ll cool down the rest of the way in the bathroom,” he said.
“No jacking off,” she warned. “I’ll be able to tell.”
“I won’t,” he promised. “No peeing!”
“I would never,” she said, fake-shocked, laying a hand on her heart (and between those devastating breasts).
There wasn’t anyone in the hallway—why would there have been?—and so pitched tent and all, Parker waddled desperately down to the bathroom. The tug of the cotton sweats on his erection was still enough to keep him stiff—that and the thought of Meagan back in the room, also desperate (and topless). Once in the stall he ripped his sweats off. Staring at his cock, remembering Meagan, it was a struggle not to quickly jack off and get both kinds of release. The blood was hammering in his veins, the piss was throbbing in his bladder. He leaned against the wall of the stall, squeezed his eyes shut, put his hands on top of his head, and counted backward from fifty, slowly.
After the countdown he seemed soft enough, but he waited another moment or two to make sure, shifting uncomfortably as he did. Finally he took his penis in a gingerly grip and aimed it down at the bowl.
As often happens when peeing through the remains of a hard-on, there was a slight pain at first, but this helped get rid of the rest of the erection. The next problem was that instead of coming out in a nice straight line, his piss sprayed off in several directions at once, like a hose with someone’s thumb mostly over it, and went quite a few places in the stall. But at last he was pissing, and his bladder sent the “Good Job, Have Some Endorphins” signal up to his brain. He sighed as the pleasure washed over him. As Meagan had guessed, he wasn’t super-full, but it did take a while to get it all out, especially since the first little bit had to fight its way through and didn’t come out very quickly.
Then he had to wad up some toilet paper and clean up the places he’d sprayed.
He washed his hands thoroughly (who knew the last time the bathrooms had been cleaned?) and headed back to his room rather more cheerfully.
“Better?” Meagan said. She was leaning against the closet, legs crossed, arms crossed above them and under her breasts (subtly supporting the latter).
“Yeah, better.”
“And were you good? Didn’t jack off? You were there a while…”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Good,” she said, and stepped close to him. Kissed him. Wrapped him in her arms and pulled him close. “’Cause I didn’t pee either. So I gotta go pretty darn bad by now. Waiting a whole hour after I get up is hard. But so, I feel, are you.”
And yes, he was already stiffening and re-tenting his sweats.
“So that’s good confirmation,” she said. “Wanna feel me to know I didn’t let any out?”
He laid a hand on her belly. She was indeed taut, full. He pushed, just a little, and she clenched up in response.
“Gaaah. Warn a gal,” she said.
“Sorry.”
“I’m good. Feel me. Any dampness?”
He slid a finger along the crotch of her panties. “Nope.”
“No leakage. Just my natural holdin’ power.”
“Meagan the Mighty,” he said, and kissed her—forehead, then neck, then the beginning of the cleft between her breasts.
“Not saying this is easy…” she said, crossing her legs again.
“It’s been more than fifteen minutes—heck, it’s been nearly half an hour. If you wanna go pee dressed like you are, you can.”
“No, no. It’s a challenge now. I can wait the full time.”
She paced the room. She double-crossed, uncrossed, re-crossed her legs. She stretched, all her (fiercely sexy) muscles taut, breasts rising as she reached her arms above her head. Her fingers clenched into fists over and over again. Parker watched, fascinated.
About ten minutes before the cut-off, Meagan jammed a hand into her crotch, crossed her legs over it, and bent over. Her breasts hung down and he was delighted to see her nipples were hard.
He simply couldn’t resist a vision like this. He stepped behind her, grinding his hard-on into her butt and reveling in the feel of his penis being caught between flesh (his body and hers). He gripped her hips as if he were going to fuck her, then slid his hands up her flanks to cup her breasts. She straightened up a bit—not all the way, still clenching her hand between her legs—and pressed back against him.
“You are so sexy,” he whispered into her ear. “I wish I could fuck you right now.”
“You’re so hard,” she replied, equally quietly. “You would feel so good in me, I know it.”
“Can’t I?”
“No. I’m too full and it’s too soon. I promise you’ll come today, in me or on me—but not yet.”
He pulled his sweats down so only the cotton of her panties was between him and her. “Can’t I just slip it in for a minute?”
“No way. I’m still too full—and you would explode. I mean to make you last.” She glanced at the clock and moaned a little. “Eight more minutes. Somehow this suddenly got a lot harder. Probably because I’m so close to making it…”
“So when it’s time,” Parker said, “here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna walk down to the boy’s bathroom. You can’t cover your boobs, but you can keep on grabbing your crotch if you have to, that’s cute. Prop the door open, I might be able to hear you pissing. You’re gonna go in the first stall—that’s where I just pissed—but you aren’t gonna close the door. If anyone comes in, you’re not gonna hide or close the door; you’re just gonna sit there naked and say, ‘Sorry, I just couldn’t hold it.’”
“Wow, insult to injury! Because I can totally hold it. Obviously.”
“Obviously. But you need to give an explanation.”
“All right, all right—wait. You aren’t coming with me?”
“Nope. I’ll just watch from here. Holler if you need me but I doubt you will. Oh, and again, when you walk back—no covering up. Just walk normally.”
“I’ve never gone topless outside my own house,” Meagan said.
“Good thing you’re dead sexy,” Parker said, squeezing her breasts again.
“How much time left?” she said.
“Six minutes.”
“Holy shit.”
“Speaking of… if you need to poop, now would be a good time.”
“Yeah, that might happen.”
“Because I’ve got plans for later, and I’d rather not have to let you run off and crap in the middle of them.”
“Oh? What plans?”
“We’ll talk when you get back. One piss at a time. How are you holding up?”
“I’m not leaking… yet.”
“You can do this. You’re so strong.” He laid a light hand over the tense muscles of her lower belly. “So strong.”
“I know I can do it,” Meagan said, a little breathlessly. “It’s just not easy, that’s all…”
She stood, still gripping her crotch with one hand and both legs, eyes closed, breathing a little shallow and a little fast. She held her other hand tightly clenched—sometimes down at her side like a soldier, sometimes stretched out as if swinging her arm, sometimes twining in her hair and gripping the roots. Parker slowly circled her, watching, rapt.
“Sixty seconds,” he said. “You’ve got this. …Forty-five… Thirty.”
“You’re counting too slow,” she said.
“Just following my watch. Twenty… Ten, nine, eight…”
She stood stock still for the full countdown, everything clenched to the bone. At “one” she straightened up slowly (hand still between her thighs), opened her eyes, glanced down at her almost-naked self. She shrugged, and then carefully uncrossed her legs. She walked slowly to the door, almost unsteady on her feet.
Parker opened the door and watched as Meagan walked down the hall—past the girl’s bathroom without so much as a glance, red-streaked brown hair falling loose and tousled across her bare freckled shoulders and back. Her pale green cotton panties barely covered much of anything. And she kept her hand between her legs the whole length of the hallway, letting the other arm swing loose. At the bathroom door she used her free hand to open it, paused to flick the doorstop down with her toe, paused a moment longer to keep one knee raised and pressed up against her other thigh… and then she vanished into the men’s room.
He could hear her piss hit the water at first, but either she went very fast or it quieted down and out of range of hearing. He was happy to imagine, though, and envisioned her sitting on the same toilet he’d just used.
After a long time—pooping, perhaps?—he heard the flush, then the washing of hands, and finally she can strolling back, looking vastly more relaxed. But not entirely; there was definitely a little self-consciousness in her near-nakedness. But she followed the rules and let her boobs hang out—until the last two seconds of her walk, when she suddenly turned red, flung an arm across her chest, and pushed past him into the room.
“What?” he said, closing the door.
“Gerard just walked out from his hall. I don’t think he saw me—but he might have, he was facing me.”
Parker grinned and kissed her. “He won’t say anything. If he does say anything, just say you thought he wasn’t around today. Thank you so much, lover, that was real cute and sexy.” He fondled her breasts again as he said it.
“You’re really fixated on these today,” she said, covering his hands with hers. “I think I know how I’m gonna get you off tonight.”
“Well, let’s talk the whole day through,” Parker said, “and negotiate anything we have to. My basic idea was that we’d spend the day in the kitchen—and you would not get to leave, ever. You’ll have to pee somewhere in there.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “I hope Gerard doesn’t walk past when I’m up on the sink.”
“Yeah, let’s hope! Oh, and if you need to go more than once, you’ll have to find some other way of peeing. ‘Kay?”
“’Kay, got it! No problem. Here’s what I was thinking, too: I want us to feed each other tonight.”
“How do you mean?”
“We do this at camp sometimes. You’re not allowed to put any food in your own mouth, just other people’s. But you can eat what other people give you. It’s fun. And I think it could be super-romantic between the two of us.”
“Huh. I’m not quite seeing it—but sure, we can give that a try.”
“And when we’re all done and cleaned up, then we’ll come back here and I’ll make you moan.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“I love your moans, too.”
“Not what I meant.”
“Totally what I meant, though. ‘Cause I do. Time to start cooking?”
“Time for breakfast first.”
“Good idea. If I’m gonna spend the rest of the day in the kitchen, I’m definitely gonna need some food.”
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Next part isn't finished yet and as it'll be a long week at work I don't know when I'll get it done. And then... well, then we have some options, and I'll want some audience input! So stay tuned. |
All right, folks, I thought this was going to be the last chapter and it isn't. "The tale grew in the telling." I promise I'm not spinning it out to make you suffer -- I'm posting just about as fast as I can -- but Meagan keeps doing things, and then I have to write them down...
I have to say, folks: I'm getting a little tired of writing a Thanksgiving-themed story in the middle of May. It's so nice outside and I'm trying to write a story about a very winter holiday in which it's about to snow. (Belated mild spoiler alert!) I'm eager to move on (once Meagan lets me), and I'm definitely going to cancel my Meagan-in-snowpants story and save it for the collection. So once we're done with "Giving Thanks" we'll try to catch up to the seasons and get Meagan and Parker through the end of their second year.
However! I want your opinion on something. There's a sex scene at the end of this story (belated really obvious spoiler alert!). I don't currently have much desperation or holding planned for that scene, just sex. So I could include that scene or not. Cast your ballots!
A) Yes, please include the sex here -- I want to see the climax of this story in more than one way
B) No, let's move on to more desperation/holding
Meanwhile, please enjoy Meagan in sweats in the kitchen.
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“The key to split-pea soup,” Parker said, “is to get it thick enough. And the key to getting it thick enough is to double the amount of peas the recipe calls for, but do them in two batches. The first batch you put in hours ahead of time—”
“—Like we just did—”
“Exactly—and let them cook soft. Then put in the second batch. By the time the second batch has cooked soft, the first is total mush and really has the soup incredibly thick. Then you add the potatoes, carrots, onions, and other veggies, all nicely fried up, plus the ham or some equivalent, add the Worchestershire Sauce, salt and pepper to taste, and voilá!”
“Cool beans.”
“No, they’re definitely peas.”
“We simply can’t escape pees today, can we?”
“You certainly can’t. And thank you for making that pun first, by the way, I’ve been wanting to but didn’t dare.”
“We’ll dare plenty today,” Meagan said cheerfully. She pressed herself against him again as he stood at the stove stirring the peas. She was wearing one of his sweatshirts over a t-shirt over nothing at all—at his request, since he really was boob-crazed today—and sweatpants over a clean pair of panties. He was in sweats himself, slightly worried about what would happen when she had to pee somewhere in the kitchen and he’d have to pitch a tent. But she’d insisted. “No bra, no jeans,” she’d said. “I wanna be able to get a good grip on ya if I need to.” So when they stood hugging or making out, it was even more physically fun than usual.
They had been somewhat emboldened by Gerard telling them, when they met over breakfast, that he was leaving for the afternoon to eat Thanksgiving dinner with one of his professors. His supervisor, Reggie, actually lived on campus and would be available by phone if they needed anything. “And he might make a sweep or two through campus,” Gerard had added, “so don’t run around naked or anything.”
Parker blushed; Meagan kept a totally straight face. “Got it,” she said, cool as ice.
“I should be back around eight or so,” Gerard added. “You’re sure you’re fine here on your own? My prof’s a good lady, she’d be happy to make room for you.”
“Oh, we’ve been looking forward to this for a while,” Meagan said. “We’ll be totally fine.”
With the building safely theirs, Parker said to Meagan, “Okay. Last call for getting anything out of the room.”
“We’ve got food and music. What else could we need?”
“Water. Lots of water.”
“For the soup, of course!”
“For many things.”
The kitchen was a classic college dorm kitchen: sturdy but heavily battered furniture, appliances that had seen better decades, a fridge that smelled… odd, and cupboards that contained a truly bizarre assortment of snacks, bowls, condiments, and utensils. They sat at the table when not getting up to stir the peas, and mostly they read. Meagan was drinking steadily, but the first three hours or so were actually entirely uneventful.
But around lunchtime, Meagan stretched her arms high above her head, then out to her sides, and then shivered. This had a fascinating effect on her bra-less breasts, but Parker was even more interested in the reason behind the shiver. “How you feeling, love?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m fine,” she said, with a tinge of irony in her voice. “Just need to pee, that’s all.”
“How bad?”
“You know me, I can last for ages. But I am wondering where I’ll pee when I finally can’t wait any more.”
“Well, you can go any time, you know—as long as you’re doing it a different way each time.”
“Does peeing in two different cups count as two different ways?”
“Nope.”
“How about peeing in a cup and peeing in a pot?”
“Hmmmm… I’m gonna say nope again.”
“Yeah, didn’t think so. So basically I’m thinking I’ve got two options: pee in a pot and pee in the sink.”
“I can think of a couple more,” Parker said. “If you need an idea later on.”
“I should be okay.”
“Not if you drink more water—which you should.”
Meagan drained her water bottle (there wasn’t a lot left) and shook the last few drops significantly.
“Good! Now fill it up again and drink some more.”
“As you wish,” she said, and filled it. She took a couple swallows. “Better?”
“Mmm—drink a little more than that,” Parker said, relishing the power.
Meagan got her “you just challenged me” look, and immediately tipped the bottle back, taking a huge long series of gulps, practically not even stopping for air, until her water bottle was more than half empty: half a liter in inside a minute. “Happy now?” she said, holding the bottle up above her head, putting her other hand on her hip and cocking it.
In answer Parker stood up, took the two steps to her, and kissed her passionately. “You just amaze me constantly,” he said in her ear.
“If that’s all it takes to amaze you…”
“Oh yeah, I’m pretty easily pleased.”
“I knew I was dating the right guy.” Then she burped a little.
“You’re excused,” he teased.
“Oh, I’m excused, huh? You’re the one calling the shots here. This is all your responsibility.”
“Okay, then. I’m excused too.”
“Bartender! Excuses for everyone!”
“ ‘Sorry, teacher, my dog ate my sculpture project!’ ”
“ ‘Whoops, I meant to knock...’ ”
About half an hour later, Meagan was seriously restless. “Okay, I think all that went straight through me,” she said, hoisting herself up with her arms and toes to rest her butt on the edge of the countertop, squeezing her thighs together tightly. Parker got up from where he’d been sitting and moved toward her, but just as he did, she jumped down and passed him, going to his laptop and calling up iTunes. As she did, she bent over to peer at the screen, thighs together again, and a hand resting lightly on her crotch. She put on some music (RJD2’s “Ghostwriter”), took him by the hands, waited for the beat to drop (shifting on her feet for those few seconds), and then started dancing with him.
“This reminds me of my birthday party last year,” Parker said.
“Hmm? Oh, right!” she said, then stepped up the vigor of her dancing as the horns cut in. “Mostly I just wanted to dance with you. Put all this fidgeting to good use. And burn off some energy.”
“Good idea,” he said. He was well aware of the feel of her breast under her shirts, and of the somewhat smaller mound down between her belly button and her clit. He tried not to bump it as the track picked up the energy, headed to its conclusion. She broke away and put on another one, a huge jump in style, to a track he recognized but couldn’t place. “What’s this?”
“It’s called ‘Diga Me,’” she said, and sang along with the chorus: “‘All in all I know, you bring out the best in me…’”
“Why is it on my laptop?”
“I gave it to you in that big music exchange back in September.”
“Ahh, got it.”
She was dancing now with or without music, as was plain when the track ended. Parker watched this for a moment, grinned evily, and put on “Hey Ya!” Meagan laughed and flung herself into it. But apparently it wasn’t easy. She wound up perched on the edge of the table with one hand attempting to contain her bladder and the other attempting to contain her breasts—before they got to “Shake it like a Polaroid picture,” even, so Parker had to dance that part alone, and Parker’s best moves had always come from the philosophy of “Dance like nobody’s watching.” So by the end of the bridge Meagan was on the floor, laughing uncontrollably, eyes squeezed shut as tightly as her legs, one hand wedged between them.
“Can you do me a favor, love?” she gasped as she managed to get her giggle fit under control.
“Hmm?”
“Pass me that measuring cup, will you? I am about to piss my pants.”
“For the record, that would count as a distinct method of peeing,” Parker said, but he handed her the pint-sized cup anyway.
“That’s fine, I just rather wouldn’t.” She managed to get herself into a crouch, one arm on a chair supporting her weight as she used her other hand to try to get her sweats and panties down. A moment later she realized this wasn’t going to work, at least not in time. “Help!”
Parker swooped in and got her clothes out of the way in a hurry. A moment later she slid the cup underneath her and let go.
He watched, entranced, as the measuring cup filled with gold—clear gold, since she really had been knocking back quite a lot of water. She pissed a river as usual, and he said, “Whoa, you’re about to overflow.”
“Can’t stop. Won’t stop,” Meagan said matter-of-factly. And indeed, a moment later the piss reached the top and overflowed. She jerked a little and giggled as the puddle reached her bare feet. Fortunately her stream trailed off not long after that, and Parker handed her a dish towel to help clean up. This led to some awkward-funny maneuvering where she tried to get re-dressed while keeping various body parts and garments out of the puddle and without knocking over the cup and without standing all the way up, which would potentially reveal her to the outside world through the kitchen window. But eventually she managed to not only mop up the puddle and dump the cup but wash off her feet in the sink.
At this point Parker said, “Hey, lover?”
“Hmm?”
“This one’s for you.”
He hit play on “I Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You” from The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.
She took two slow strides across the kitchen, every motion deliberate, then draped her arms around his neck, nuzzled up against cheek, kissed him low and slow. They rocked to the beat, her head to his chest.
“I was gonna asked if you liked it,” she said, as Hill’s voice faded out, “but I think I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes.’”
“Good interpretation.”
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Aww, ain't it sweet? I wasn't quite expecting the dancing but it seemed to fit. And I did want this to be a fairly lovey-dovey story, considering the title.
And yes, they aren't done in the kitchen yet... because I keep writing more than I planned. At least one more chapter, in which they really do feed each other and Meagan (in a shocking twist!) gets desperate again... and then we'll see if the audience would like the sex scene or not. So remember to vote A (sex) or B (moving on).
(By the way, that split-pea soup trick really works! Try it out if you like really thick soups.)
See you next time! |
The Grand Finale at last!
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“I’m really happy I make you happy," Meagan said.
“Not half as happy as I am that you’re happy.”
“I’m not sure that makes sense mathematically, hon, but I don’t care. It’s so fun watching you watching me. And fun playing around with this.”
“I’m so, so, so grateful. I’m just amazed every day you’re in my life.”
“And I’m so glad you’re in mine—dear god could we be any sweeter?”
“Wanna bake cookies?”
“Hah!”
“But you should drink some water, too.”
“I never question the cook.”
“These cookies,” Parker said, “are from an old secret family recipe, handed down from the ancestral oatmeal box we got it from. You can only get that recipe by marrying into the family or by asking really nicely.”
“How nicely?”
“You just pissed on the floor for me. You’re already in.”
“Awesome. So what do I do?”
“Start by washing out that measuring cup real well and then filling it with butter...”
“A recipe after my own heart.”
Meagan spent the next hour alternating between prepping ingredients, either for cookies or soup, and sipping water. She didn’t chug again, but over time her intake was considerable. After a good hour and a half of chopping and stirring and frying and baking, Parker thought he detected a little extra bounce in her motions, alternating with increasing stillness.
As they pulled the second-to-last batch of cookies from the oven, Meagan ran a hand over her face and said, “Whew, is it just me or is it getting warm?”
“Well, we’ve been in this kitchen for hours, so there’s all the body heat… and the stove’s been on the entire time… and now the oven.”
“But is it just me?”
“Kind of? I’m not really feeling it.”
“But you’re just in a t-shirt.”
“You’re welcome to join me.”
“I’m gonna try this first,” she said. She wriggled out of her t-shirt without taking her sweatshirt off. (Well, “her” sweatshirt was putting it strongly; it was one of Parker’s.) It was one of those minor female feats that made Parker so glad to be in a relationship, so he could appreciate it fully. Especially how she almost accidentally flashed him as she pulled the t-shirt out the neck of the sweatshirt, with the bottom edge of her breasts just peeking out from under the hem. Once again his body acted before his brain—although the brain didn’t object, but rather applauded. He stepped behind her, kissed her neck, kissed down to her collarbone, ran his hands up under the sweatshirt over her so-strong abs up to the crease where breasts met chest, then up to her nipples…
She gently took his hands and pulled them down to her belly and held them there, but pushed back against him with her butt to take away any sting of rejection.
“I love you,” he said. “Just, y’know—FYI.”
“Oooh, thanks for the update. Not sure I would have noticed, otherwise.”
“Well, I pride myself on my good publicity.”
“Your reputation definitely precedes you. Or something does, anyway…” She reached back to where he was, indeed, pitching a sweatpant-fabric tent.
“How ya feelin’?”
“Oh, I’m pretty good.”
“Need to pee?”
“Mmmhmm! A bit. But I can wait.”
“How long?”
“Right through dinner.”
“Really?”
“Watch me.”
“I’ll do a little more than watch, if you don’t mind,” he said, running his hands over her hips and up.
“That’s fine, as long as you watch the food, too. I don’t wanna burn anything.”
“If we do, it’s because you’re so hot.”
“That isn’t funny, love.”
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean… I guess it could be dangerous…”
“No, I meant the joke was terrible.”
“Ohhhh.”
After the last cookies were out, Parker put the split-pea soup to the test: he stuck a spoon in it. It didn’t fall over right away, but instead made a slow descent to the side.
“Not quite what I was looking for,” Parker said, “but close enough. And it’ll thicken the rest of the way when it cools.”
“So basically you were looking for green mashed potato salad.”
“Sort of. It’s called ‘pease porridge’ for a reason.”
“Is that what pease porridge is? I’ve never known.”
“Yup. And this really could last nine days…”
“I’d prefer mine hot to cold, please.”
“Yup. But I think we’re ready to eat—wait!”
“Hmm?”
“No rolls or biscuits.”
“No salad, either. I don’t think we really need it. Plenty of starch in the soup already, and then the cookies afterward.”
“All right. So show me what you meant by feeding each other.”
“Easy,” Meagan said. She served up a bowl of soup, put it down on the table, and then said, “Come sit.”
“Don’t we need two bowls?”
“Nope. We can go back for seconds if we need to. Sit.”
He did, and she sat in his lap, sidesaddle, working around his half-stiff tent pole. She put one arm around his neck and kissed him. Then with the other hand she took a spoonful of the soup and held it up to him. He reached for it with his mouth—then wisely blew on it for a minute before taking his bite.
“Mmm,” he said.
“Good?”
“Yup!”
“My turn,” she said, and handed him the spoon. He served her as she had served him.
“This is a little awkward,” he said, “but—kinda nice. Romantic.”
“Someday we’ll do this in a place with a little more ambiance than the first-floor Bryant Hall kitchen,” she said. “Some candles… a nice hardwood table…”
“Dark Side of the Moon posters… spoons with cartoon-character handles…”
“Do you wanna keep eating or not?” she said, holding his next bite out of his reach.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Then quit messing with my vibe.”
“Sorry. Candles, hardwood, maybe a little wine… rolls, finally… Will you still be trying not to wriggle around in my lap ‘cause you gotta pee?”
“Maybe. Peeing can be classy, ya know!”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. It’s all in the presentation.”
“Someday you must show me this.”
“It’s a deal.”
“You should keep the sweatshirt, though. I love that.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I was thinking some short and black and low-cut.”
“Mmmmmm—nope. A borrowed sweatshirt is better.”
“Really?”
“When it’s my sweatshirt and you’re not wearing anything under and I know you’re gonna take it off later tonight? Oh yes. Much better.”
“You really are boob-crazy today. My poor bladder can’t even get a second look.”
“Oh no. Believe me, it’s still in a starring role. It’s just got some good co-stars now, too.”
They finished the bowl, but since they’d only had half apiece, Meagan jumped up to refill it. As she did, her stance was clearly a little tight and tense. But when she returned to her lap, she said, “Could you get me some water, please? I’m thirsty.”
He held the bottle for her, since they were still feeding each other, and she took several big gulps.
They slowly finished their second helping of soup. Feeding each other was romantic and occasionally hilarious, but not exactly efficient. Fortunately they had plenty of time.
“Cookies?” Parker asked, when they were done.
“Mmmm. In a minute. I just want to sit here with you,” Meagan said. And instead of making out, she gave him a single kiss and curled up in his lap, head on his shoulder, arms around his neck.
“Thank you for being here with me, love,” she said into his chest. “I know you’re missing out on seeing family today.”
“Well… yeah. But I’ll see them soon. I do miss my mom’s cooking, though. She could have done all this and four other things on top of it. She wouldn’t have forgotten the rolls.”
“Do you like holidays with your family?” There was a note of wonder in her voice.
“Yeah. I do.” He kissed the top of her head. “But I like holidays with you, too.”
“This is the only one we’ve had so far.”
“Been pretty excellent, though.”
“Yeah. It has been. This is the best Thanksgiving I’ve had in a long time.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why on Earth would you be sorry?”
“Oh, not for today. For all the other years. If a pot of pea soup and pissing on the floor tops the list…”
“You’re coming at it all wrong. It’s ‘A pot of fuckin’ tasty soup and sexy fun with my lover,’ and that’s way cooler.”
“Ah, yeah, that’s much nicer.”
She cuddled him for a long time. She began to rock gently in his lap—out of desperation or out of comfort, he couldn’t tell. She didn’t seem to be squirming in any other way, though, so he guessed it was comfort. He held onto her, patiently waiting and drinking in her touch.
Finally she kissed him again, and said, “Cookies?”
“Please.”
But as she got up, her eyes went to the window and then got wide. “It’s snowing!”
“Finally!”
“Can I please please please go outside and stand in the snow for a minute?”
“No peeing!”
“Of course not!”
Out she went at once, without bothering to put anything else on, barefoot into the snow to catch the flakes on hands and hair and tongue. Parker followed more reluctantly, and didn’t step all the way out. The snow had only just begun to fall—or at least only just begun to stick, for it was a barely-there dusting at the moment. But Meagan reveled in it. She shifted from foot to foot—cold? Dancing? Needing relief?—until she ran back to the doorway where Parker had parked himself. The outer door closed behind her as she snuggled up to him.
“Okay,” she said, “Now I’m really cold.”
Indeed, he could feel her hardened nipples through the fabric of the sweatshirt, and her toes were frigid when they brushed his.
“Cold and I gotta go again,” she said.
“Back into the kitchen, then.”
“Oh, I can hold it,” she said casually.
“Yeah, but I want my cookie.”
“Oh, all right.”
They fed each other cookies just as they’d fed each other everything else, alternating bites. They were delicious as ever, but Parker found he was far more focused on the posture and poise of the woman feeding them to him. Meagan was definitely locking down now. It made all her serving gestures almost refined, like making cookie-feeding into some sort of art.
“So what’s your plan?” he asked her.
“Well, we gotta wash dishes, don’t we?”
“There is that.”
“So I’m gonna let some things soak in the sink, and then we’ll wash up, and then once the sink’s totally empty, then I’ll pee in it.”
“That’ll take quite a while,” Parker said, blood beginning to thump.
“Well, yeah. No challenge otherwise, huh?”
She stood there, still as stone but—to his well-trained eyes—fighting a fierce internal battle as she ran the water to get it hot, and then ran the hot water to fill the sink. She piled some items into the sink to soak—and then went back to sit down.
“Gotta let things soak properly,” she said with a sly grin.
No fewer than twenty minutes later, she got up from where she’d been sitting on her heel and started doing the dishes. Parker moved to help.
“You can dry,” she told him.
“You’re sure. ‘Cause I can help with the water parts…”
She gave him her “challenge” smile: flashing eyes, flashing teeth—teeth that might not so much as grinning as bared. Without breaking gaze, she put out a hand, turned on the tap, and held her fingers under the flow. She stiffened, barely, noticeable only to his highly practiced eyes, and let the water run warm over her wrist.
“You were saying?” she said.
“Nothing.”
She scrubbed and rinsed efficiently, nearly keeping pace with his drying. Cookie pans, mixing bowls, the frying pan, various utensils, then their bowl and spoon… the only thing she didn’t wash was the soup pot, and that only because it was still filled with soup. And if she had any problems holding it with her hands submerged in warm water, she didn’t show it much. Total muscle lockdown once again. As he got a little ahead on drying, Parker draped his dish towel over his shoulder and stepped behind her to massage her shoulders—only to discover that seriously every muscle was tensed, and his back rub bounced off.
“Not yet,” she said calmly. “Afterward.”
“Mmmkay.”
Finally the sink was empty, but she still didn’t consider herself done: she rinsed it out to sweep the soap bubbles down. Then—only then, as the water ran—did she cross her legs a little. She shut the water and turned so her back was to the sill of the sink. She put both hands up on the edge, as if about to hoist herself up, but instead she raised her chin, asking for a kiss. He gave it to her.
“Okay,” she said. “I think I challenged myself pretty fuckin’ well.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“I’d like to pee now. May I?”
Impressed, aroused, Parker felt a surge of power at her question, and decided to tease her a little. “Hmm, you don’t look all that desperate to me. You don’t think you can wait?”
“Oh, I could. But I’d rather not.” She reached down and slid a finger along his hard-on. “And I think you don’t want to wait, either.”
“It’s just that if you really needed to pee, you’d say so.”
“I need to.”
“Say it for me. Spell it all the way out.”
“I need to pee.” Her brows wrinkled to signal Where are you going with this?
“Okay, but how bad?”
“Pretty bad.”
“Are you desperate?”
“Getting that way, now that you’re stalling…”
“I just like hearing you say it. One more time, all together.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, let’s see… ‘I need to pee. I’m desperate.’”
“You don’t quite sound like you mean it.”
“Okay, boy, you’re getting picky.”
“I guess I am. But I got an idea. You can get up on the sink, like you were about to pee. Pants down. But don’t pee yet.”
“Okay…” With a glance out the window at the snow-covered campus, to see if she was observed, she slid her sweats and panties down off her butt and down to her thighs, and hoisted herself up onto the sink with her arms. She grimaced a little. “Aaaggghhh. Now I really gotta go.”
“You’re bursting?”
“Uh-huh. Being this close but not getting it yet… oh, sorry, I get it now. Yeah. I’m bursting. About to pop. Gonna explode in just a few seconds—”
He leaned forward to kiss her, one hand down his sweats to stroke his hard-on. “Thank you. For saying it. And for waiting. Let go, love.”
It took a moment, she was so tensed up.
“Huh,” she said. “I thought I was gonna explode…”
“Should I run the water again?” Parker teased.
“No, here it—uhhhhhhhnnn.” A little trickle slipped out between her over-achieving muscles as she said “here.” This trickle was the pathfinder for the rest, and the gusher let loose, overwhelming her vocal control. Her face turned absolutely blissful. Her piss thundered into the stainless steel of the sink, ran in a river to the drain, flowed down and out of sight. Parker drank all this down with hungry eyes, especially the look on her face: eyes shut, mouth hanging open in a half-smile. Her bare butt did draw his eye for a second or two, and her arms gripping the rim of the sink somehow framed it all very prettily, but then she dropped her head, breathing a little heavy, as if she’d just run a few miles, and he had to look back at her face. Her beautiful, blissful face.
As her stream tapered off to a drip, he cupped her chin with two fingers and brought her face back up for a kiss.
“Whew,” she said, as the kiss broke. “That felt great.”
“Yeah, you looked like you enjoyed that.”
“After waiting that long, with all that water running—wow. Just wow. Letting it all out feels so awesome.” She looked him over, taking in his breathing and the size of the tent in his pants. “I’m guessing you wanna feel that soon, too, huh? Different stuff, but it still wants out?”
“Yeah,” he said.
She hoisted herself a little further up on her arms and shook her butt a little. More drops hit the steel of the sink. She pulled her pants and panties back up without wiping, took him by the hand, and led him out of the kitchen and back to her room. As soon as the door was closed, she turned to him and raised her arms above her head, inviting him to take her sweatshirt off. He did both, pausing for breath on the kiss while he got the waistband of the shirt over her face. She kept one arm stretched, letting the sweatshirt slide off gradually from gravity alone. Oddly seductive. But however appealing, the gesture was a little upstaged by her bare flesh now revealed: shoulders, neck, arms, and most of all her breasts. In the comparative cool of the room, her nipples were hard again. He couldn’t resist cupping them.
“You want these so bad today,” she said.
“Yeah. I want all of you, but somehow those got my attention.”
“Would you like to come between them?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Bring me the lube.”
Parker fumbled through the bedside drawer and found the bottle (now three-quarters empty and slightly slippery from heavy use) and handed it to her. She poured a little on her hand and rubbed it on the insides of her breasts, glancing down only briefly, mostly keeping her eyes on his. “You’ll need to handle the clothes,” she said, gesturing with her glistening hand.
Parker immediately bent to make her naked, but she shook her head. “Leave ‘em on for now. It’s cold in here.”
He stripped himself down quickly enough—he felt plenty warm.
She sat down on the edge of the bed. With her non-slippery hand she pulled him to her; with the other, she stroked his already-firming-up hard-on. After just a few moments of that, he was iron in her palm.
“You’ve been wanting this a while now, haven’t you?” she said.
“All day,” he said.
“And yesterday, maybe? In the store?”
“A little bit,” he admitted. “But definitely since this morning.”
“When I held it for an hour for you? But didn’t let you in me?”
“Yeah. That.”
“Well. It’s a different part of me—but you’re welcome in me now. C’mere.” She laid back on the bed, cradling her breasts in her hands and pushing them together. Her cleavage had never looked more inviting. He climbed onto the bed, climbed onto her, and guided himself into the valley she’d made for him.
She looked up at his face as he began to thrust. “Feel good?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Do whatever you want to do, hon. Come as quick as you want. Or as slow. You’ve waited long enough, do what you need.”
He resisted the temptation to simply go as fast as possible. And since he was doing all the moving, he’d come a little slower than if he’d been the one lying down. Indeed, despite the massive horniness she’d built up in him all day, and despite the amazing feeling of her breasts around him, he built up fairly slowly. He slipped out occasionally; she guided him back in, held his erection down, kept her breasts as tight as she could. He began to run out of lube, and she re-slicked them both. He was breathing hard, working hard, feeling like he was either about to burst or collapse but still not coming.
“Remember pissing off the pipe?” she said. “Remember how hard I had to work to hold on just now, at the sink?”
He smiled breathlessly.
“Remember our very first time, here in this room? With that trash can? Remember the treehouse?”
Something loosened in him, and he knew he was getting close at last.
“I was so desperate this morning. Practically all day. But I held it. For you.” She reached up and stroked his cheek with her clean hand, and then (as her breast slipped and his cock slipped out again) readjusted both of them. “You’re close, I can tell. Let it all out. Let it all out like I let it all out just now. Just burst all over me like I was about to burst. Come on me, lover, come on and come.”
“I’m—nearly—”
“Yeah you are. Think of me holding, think of me squirming, think of me letting go.”
Burst was the perfect word.
“Well, we needed to wash that pillowcase anyway,” she said cheerfully. “Did it get in my hair…? No, don’t answer that yet. Just breathe. You can rest on me.”
“You’re a little sticky,” he gasped.
She outright pulled him down onto her. “So I am, but just whose fault is that, huh? And if I can take it, so can you.” She hugged him tight. “Rest on me for a minute, then we’ll go wash up.”
“I love you,” he said.
“Mmmmhmmm.” She ran the fingers of her non-lube hand through his hair; her slippery hand clasped him to her. Her breasts, still slick with lube, shifted under his skin every time they breathed.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said.
“How do you want…?”
“It’s not a trade,” she said. “I’d like to come tonight, and I’ve got an idea of how, but it’s not a trade. Take your moment. Just be with me in the glow.”
He rested his head against her, the afterglow strong, practically humming in his ears.
“I do have to say, though, if we aren’t careful we’re gonna get glued to each other.”
“Let’s go wash up.”
He headed for the boy’s room out of habit (remembering sending her down the hall that morning) but she grabbed him by the arm. “Silly boy, c’mon in with me.”
They showered together, as they had done before; she made him piss in the drain, too, to clear the pipes. He still felt a little wobbly as they made their way back to the bed, much cleaner and much less sticky.
“So I think you’ll be glad to hear I don’t want anything super-athletic,” she said.
“Yeah, that helps.”
“Here’s what I was thinking. Have you ever heard that vibrators get called “back massagers” so they can get sold under the radar in places with more laws than sense?”
“Uh—can’t say that I have.”
“It’s pretty clever. ‘Oh, it’s not a sex toy, it’s just to help you relax! It’s for sore muscles!’ Well, to bring the day full circle: why not both?”
“I think I get it.”
“Yep. I’m a little sore and tensed up from all that holding. Help me unwind?”
“Of course,” Parker said. He fetched the vibrator.
Meagan lay down on her stomach, face down into the pillow, hands to either side of her head.
“Any particular places you want me to work on?” he asked.
“Shoulders most of all, but—all of me, really.”
Parker set to work, experimenting with the different vibe settings and their effects. In the end he did a lot of work with his hands and body weight, too, but the vibrator served its purpose. Shoulders first, upper and lower back, down each arm; the rumbling vibration nearly took his shoulder out of his socket over time, but Meagan was loving it. He pulled her sweats down to get better Before he went down each leg he let her have a taste of it on her clit, slipping it between her legs and coming up from below. He worked on her feet quite a while, but as she was squirming with delight at that, he also ran a finger up her thigh and under her panties.
This mostly-massage, partly-foreplay took well more than half an hour, since he was determined to do justice to each of her tight and weary muscles that had worked so hard for him. But in time he had the vibrator at her crotch more often than not, and then he asked her to shift position. He slid in behind her, sitting up, and her sitting in front of him. He kept the vibe on her clit on a low setting, but he also slipped a finger into her vulva and gave a little curl, like he was beckoning to her impending climax and calling it closer. Which is basically exactly what he did.
She didn’t burst. She came in a long slow wave, shivering from head to toe, fingers and toes clenching the bedsheets and then going blessedly slack.
“Good?” he asked, though he was reasonably confident.
“Don’t move,” she said. “I’m pretty sure I’m melting. If you move you might spill me.”
“We’ve managed Meagan-floods before.”
She chuckled, low and throaty, not that far off from the rumble of the vibe. “So we have…”
“I’ve said this said a lot today, but: thank you.”
“Yeah. What else can I say? Thank you. Thank you. Thank God for you.”
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And thank you, everybody, for sticking with this massive and unseasonable tale. I really did enjoy writing all this despite Thanksgiving being ages ago, and I really relished all your high praise, which kept me going. Sorry for any roughness in these last few installments; I pretty much posted as soon as I was done with them, which isn't my usual process. I like to edit first... but I wanted to get this finished at last.
We'll see what happens next! |
I'm sure everyone here is familiar with the concept of a holding contest. But here I decided to do a different type of peeing contest, though I'm probably not the first to think of it.
Equestria Girls Peeing Contest
Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Indigo Zap, and Lightning Dust stood facing each other, feeling competitive as usual. All four of them had recently used the bathroom at Applejack's farm.
Rainbow Dash was wearing a white T-shirt and her usual black compression shorts, but without her skirt over top. Applejack was wearing a pair of tight, dirty jean shorts. Indigo Zap was wearing skintight dark purple shorts and a matching midriff tank top, and Lightning Dust was wearing a teal version of this.
"So, how is this contest gonna go?" asked Indigo Zap.
"How it always does when it's just me and Applejack," said Rainbow Dash. "We each drink an equal amount of cider, or water if we get tired of that. We drink until at least one of us feels like she can't drink anymore. Then we all stop. Then, we hold it for as long as we can. Every fifteen minutes we drink a glass of water. When one of us can't hold it anymore and starts to pee, whoever it is will signal, and then the rest of us let it all out. Whoever pees the longest wins.
"Sounds like fun!" said Lightning Dust. "I'm totally gonna kick your butts!"
"Dream on!" said Indigo Zap. "I'll drown you in my piss!"
"No need to get aggressive," said Applejack. "This is just for fun."
They each drank 20 mugs of cider before all of them except Rainbow Dash felt they couldn't drink anymore. They stopped, and so did Rainbow.
An hour went by, with the competitive girls drinking more water every fifteen minutes.
Only half an hour in they were starting to feel a need to pee.
An hour in, they were really starting to fidget.
"I bet I can hold it longer than you!" said Indigo Zap.
"You wish!" said Lightning Dust.
"We ain't doin' a holdin' contest," said Applejack.
"But we COULD do that next time!" said Rainbow Dash.
Two hours in, the girls were holding themselves and really fidgeting now. They had not stopped drinking water every fifteen minutes.
After three hours, they were frantically pee dancing and holding themselves with both hands, feeling waves of pee sloshing inside them.
A few hours later, Lightning Dust started to pee.
"I'm peeing!" she said as soon as she could feel the wetness on her shorts, and her bladder releasing itself. She wanted to signal as fast as she could so as to not give her opponents a headstart.
Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Indigo Zap were feeling like they could burst at any moment. The instant Lightning gave her signal, they let go with a huge sigh of relief. They didn't even have to do much because her words seemed to register with them and tell their bladders to release. (AN: This drew a bit of inspiration from KozmoFox's Alliance Challenge)
The sound of their streams hitting their shorts was easily audible, and was loudest with Applejack, who was wearing jean shorts that were getting wetter by the second, as well as her peeing a little harder than the others.
Rainbow's shorts were the longest, at about halfway to her knees, but they were getting soaked as the pee flowed down her sexy athletic legs, and she sighed the loudest, enjoying the immense relief.
Indigo's skintight shorts became drenched within seconds, so that the only dry spots were at the sides, and she was absolutely loving the warm release.
Lightning Dust started to relax and pee a little harder at the sight of the other three girls doing the same. But she didn't want to pee too hard, or else she might get empty faster than them. Especially since the others had about a second on her, but they'd be sure to take that into account. She just peed herself at a steady pace, enjoying the relief and the feeling of the warm pee rushing down her legs.
Two minutes went by.
"Wow, we're still peeing!" said Indigo.
"After drinkin' so much and holdin' it so long, we usually don't stop for another minute," said Applejack.
After two minutes and thirty seconds, Applejack stopped peeing.
"Dagnammit!" she said.
Ten seconds later, Indigo stopped peeing. She sat down looking annoyed. She hadn't even placed second, let alone first. She realized she must have peed a little too hard too, to grow empty faster.
Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust were still peeing, but they felt their bladders were starting to grow empty, and tried to slow down as much as they could without stopping completely.
18 seconds later, Lightning Dust's stream ended. She saw Rainbow Dash was still peeing, and, after the extra second, sat down, disappointed that she lost but still enjoying the sense of relief all the same.
"Yes!" said Rainbow Dash. She continued to pee for another six seconds past Lightning Dust, making her time 3 minutes and 4 seconds. Rainbow hit the stop button on her watch, having set it to start counting right when she started peeing. "Three minutes four seconds! That's a record for me!"
"Good game," said Applejack, shaking Rainbow Dash's hand. "Ah should probably pee a little softer next time."
Indigo Zap and Lightning Dust reluctantly stood up and shook Rainbow Dash's hand.
"Don't feel bad," said Rainbow. "It's just a game. And you'll have your chance to make a comeback next time!"
Their shorts and legs were soaking wet and smelled of pee, and there wasn't a dry spot left on any of their panties underneath. Applejack filled a big wooden tub with soapy water. The four pee-soaked girls climbed into it, still wearing their wet shorts, and submerged their lower halves. Then they stood up and, standing in square formation, scrubbed each others' butts, shorts, and legs, though not too hard on their crotches. Applejack washed Rainbow Dash, who washed Lightning Dust, who washed Indigo Zap, who washed Applejack.
Soon they were clean and the pee smell was washed away. They sat down in the tub to rinse off their lower halves, during which Rainbow Dash farted in the tub and chuckled in amusement. Once they stepped out of the tub sparkly clean and soaking wet, Indigo and Lightning left while Rainbow and Applejack hung out for the rest of the day.
Edited April 25, 2018 by The Dark Wolf
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I haven't written anything in a while. At least anything that I have completed. Here's something short and a bit different than my normal works. It should be mentioned that this story contains fairly explicit sex. That being said, here's the result of a little bit of inspiration.
She let out a sigh as the front door to her modest house came into view. Already the sun was beginning to dip under the horizon casting lengthy shadows across the sidewalk. What time even was it? Stifling a yawn she checked her watch as she pulled into her driveway. "Seven thirty!" she exclaimed letting her head slump back against the seat. She's let herself get so tied up at the office again. The very office she had begun to earn a bit of a reputation as a real ball buster; but she got things done and that's what mattered.
Stepping out of her German sedan Emelie stretched her arms over her head and grimaced faintly. There had been more traffic than anticipated. The fresh ocean air reinvigorated the exhausted woman. Snatching her purse from the passenger's seat she quickly hurried to the door locking the car behind her with a chirp of the alarm. Her heels clicked noisily with every step complimenting her pin striped suit. The woman's outfit combined with her pitch black hair projected an aura of seriousness; she was not one you wanted to mess with. Rummaging through her purse for her keys she shuffled ever so slightly where she stood. With a triumphant look she plucked the key from her purse and after the familiar thunk of the deadbolt disengaging she was granted access into her abode.
The raven haired business woman tossed her purse onto a small table in the entryway and kicked off her heels. Kneading her toes into the carpet she let her head lull back and shut her eyes enjoying the small things in life. In her girlish excitement to get home she hadn't even noticed the sinister figure waiting deathly silent for her. As soon as she pushed the door shut behind her she felt his cold hand squeezing the back of her neck. "Don't move." a gruff but familiar voice said, forcing her forward a few steps. She let out a squeal of surprise that could have just as easily been conflated with a moan. His command was met with a swift elbow to his ribs earning a groan of pain from her assailant. His grip momentarily loosened around her neck but was quickly replaced with his fingers running through her hair; tightly grabbing a fistful of her ebony locks.
"I said don't move!" he growled at her as she began flailing behind her trying to free herself. He shoved her against the wall which earned a groan of discomfort as she was reminded of her need. "W...wait I'm not ready I need to p..." she tried to protest but he interrupted her with a harsh swat on her shapely bottom. The smack echoed in the entryway and she went quiet quivering with excitement before he smacked her backside again through her slacks. The only sound save for their labored lusty breathing was an almost imperceptible hiss as she briefly dribbled urine into her panties. Her posture stiffened, her cheeks flushed pink as the pain radiated from a third spank. "O...ok please... please stop." she suddenly blurted out halting another impending smack. In the lull she could feel his painful grip on her hair ease and a cold metal bracelet fasten around her wrist, clicking shut. First one wrist, then the next. Handcuffs! They weren't the flimsy kind either... She swallowed dryly trying to tug her wrists apart finding them bound closely behind her back. Her legs quivered again falling under the allure of his dominance.
"We're going to have a lot of fun." he said, pulling her away. She stumbled, nearly losing her balance. It was difficult to walk when her legs felt like jelly! His hand kept hold of the chain linking her wrists together guiding her from behind towards the bedroom. With a shove he pushed her forward sending the woman tripping over her own feet falling onto the large bed in the center of the room. Emelie managed to push herself up from her side sitting on the edge of the bed. She glared at the man who loomed over her, masking her true feelings. With every step she could feel her thong rubbing against her, damp not just with urine. It was maddening being teased like that and the sensation of a full bladder was only making things worse! Why did she have to work so late today of all days?
She wilted under his harsh gaze, her glare losing some of its muster replaced with hints of submissive lust. His long brown hair, the well defined jaw adorned with just enough stubble to give him a rugged look. "How convenient." he commented grabbing something off the dresser before approaching her tossing the pink collar and leash onto the bed next to her. "But first..." he gripped the collar of her blouse, one side in each hand and ripped it open! Buttons popped and flew everywhere as he laughed when her chest was exposed. With her hands cuffed behind her back she was powerless to hide herself from his lecherous gaze. Smirking he reached under her opened shirt grabbing her chest squeezing her breasts in his hands. He could see her face contort, biting her lip resisting the urge to moan. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction but she wouldn't be able to resist for long. She always put up such a fight. With the front clasp undone a moment later she was completely exposed to his desires. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she blushed, finding herself wishing she was a little more well endowed.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his hands returning to her chest this time without the material of her bra to shield her. This time she couldn't resist. As he fondled her chest paying extra attention to her pert nipples she moaned pressing herself against his hands grinding her thighs together as he toyed with her. He always did this! Forced her to wait. She stared up at him almost begging with the look on her face. "So needy." he mocked, pinching her nipples between his fingers. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep glaring at me." he said grabbing the collar from the bed affixing it to her neck. "Sh...shut up!" she stammered trying to recompose herself before he yanked her to her feet with the leash. The lithe woman stood awkwardly hunched over, her ruined shirt hanging open. Her feet splayed awkwardly apart, her knees pressing together as she barely managed to avoid pissing all over her bedroom floor. "Talk to me like that again and see what happens." he said ominously. The hanging threat in the air was more than enough to regain her obedience. She answered his threat with a meek nod.
The two stood face to face, her the picture of professionalism; before her blouse was torn open anyway. Him, a ruffian wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. He pointed to the bed. "On your knees." he commanded, giving her some slack in the leash. She gave a hesitant look at the bed before doing as he said. It wasn't exactly the most graceful act without the use of her hands but she managed. The pose alone was so demeaning. Her ass stuck into the air like a plinth to the monument of depravity, her head pressed against the sheets. She could feel him grabbing her ass through her trousers, his fingers digging into her tender flesh. Another moan escaped her mouth as he squeezed and kneaded her backside for a few moments before wrapping his hands around her hips to undo her pants. The fabric pooled around her knees exposing her pale curvy bottom. It was his turn to let out a moan, the sight of her bent over, pants around her knees wearing just a thong was enough to weaken the resolve of any man. Fortunately the tiny damp splotch on the crux of her pants legs went unnoticed.
There was a faint pink hue on the cheek where she had been spanked earlier. The pink mingling with the black ink of the sole tattoo she had. Just for good measure he gave her another quick smack! She gasped in surprise breathing in sharply praying that he didn't notice the rivulet of glistening yellow liquid rolling down her inner thigh. It had all happened so quickly and she didn't want to stop it but... it was getting to the point now that she was on the verge of a major accident. She wriggled and moaned in pain before feeling his probing fingers teasing her slit. "Look at you, you're soaked~" he teased obliviously. She turned her face burying it into the sheets hiding her embarrassment. "Enough teasing! Just... just fuck me already." she whined into the sheets almost inaudible. "What was that I didn't hear you?" he asked, tugging the front of her panties into her nethers grinding the fabric between her lips. She shuddered, squirming, trying anything to enhance the sensation. "I... I said enough ahh-mmmnnn" she started but was interrupted by a noisy moan as he pressed a finger inside and began pleasuring her. "You really are sopping wet.".
The smell of her sex tickled his nose overpowering the faint smell of fresh urine as he continued working with his hand. "I said... enough teasing! F-ooooohhhh" she tried speaking again before he simply inserted another finger moving a bit more vigorously interrupting her with another uncontrollable moan. "Fuck me!" she finally managed to shout between moans, gasps and various other noises she made in the heat of the moment. "Always so impatient." he scolded, tugging the leash back a little choking her ever so slightly with the collar. He removed his hand from between her legs, wiping it on her bedding which earned a frustrated groan from the face down woman, denied her pleasure.
There was a zip, some rustling and then she could feel it; the tip of his cock pressing against her womanhood, her thong pulled casually to the side. He pulled the leash forcing her to back herself onto his length causing a long string of gibberish laced expletives to leave the woman's mouth as she coughed for breath. Holding her there keeping her hilted as deep as possible he savored the moment before letting her fall so she could catch her breath. He began, rocking his hips against her. With his hands wrapped tightly around her hips her face buried in the sheets speckled with drool as she moaned with ecstasy; finally! It was exactly what she wanted, helpless under his control while he railed her. Everything else was forgotten even the aching sensation in her bladder. If anything it strangely heightened the pleasure.
With every long pump she began to dribble at the bottom of his stroke both of them lost in the act of rough passionate sex. It wasn't until she noticed the cold wet sensation coating her inner thighs and the acrid smell of pee that she realized what was happening. "I... ooooh I... I'm mmmm peeing." she stammered, a hint of panic in her voice. It felt wet around her knees, her thighs felt soaking wet and she could smell it! He finally realized what was happening slowing his pace. It was wet, good sex so often was but... extraordinarily wet! Looking down with disbelief he saw the discolored splotch soaking into her and the glittering wetness on her thighs. "You've been pissing on me!" he exclaimed in surprise not having expected his adult girlfriend to piss herself especially during sex. Emelie choked up, tears welling in her eyes. She hadn't expected it to go this far, she thought she could hold it but now she was mortified!
When he finally pulled out with a wet shlick letting her thong snap back into place she lost control in earnest with a moan of relief. The skimpy underwear damped the flow just enough so that a golden arc of urine didn't shoot out across her room. Instead it gushed down her thighs hissing noisily as golden liquid soaked into the pants hung around her knees and the bedding beneath. Emelie let out a sorrowful wail unable to even hold herself to attempt regaining control. All she could do was lay there with her womanhood on display as she emptied her bladder. Ten seconds passed and urine was still running down her thighs, hot and wet. Fifteen seconds and the stream was still casting a wet sheen on her thighs. After twenty seconds it finally began to taper off. The noisy hiss began to fade, spurts and dribbles of urine replacing the heavy cascade that had soaked everything beneath her.
"Now that you're finished pissing yourself." he said, clearing his throat. She was about to open her mouth to speak fully expecting him to leave, disgusted with her. Instead she gasped feeling him enter her again just as aroused as he had been before. "If I'd known you were going to do that I would have made you wear a diaper today." he said with a laugh as he resumed thrusting into his lover. She let out a moan, surprised at the turn of events she was soaked in piss but still he was making love to her. She let out a groan when he teased her about a diaper but she couldn't argue it wasn't warranted.
The two went at it as planned and finally when they’d both collapsed on the drier part of the bed he spoke. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her. The restraints were long gone and her clothes tossed aside save for the panties she still wore. “Do I have to?” she asked with a sigh, content with cuddling him. “Yes, you do and after that you have some laundry to do.” he said firmly. She just groaned at him, relenting. “Fine… I got held up at work again and then traffic… I thought I could hold it.” she said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m just glad… you’re not disgusted. I didn’t mean to pee on you… and truthfully the feeling of being so full like that; it was kind of a turn on.” she admitted, glad he couldn’t see how brightly she was blushing. “Of course I’m not disgusted with you. It’s a little… unorthodox but I thought it was cute. Try not to make it a habit unless you want your mattress stained.” he teased her. “I tried to warn you.” She said indignantly with a huff. He just laughed “I know~” he said with a wink, rolling out of bed ushering her to do the same. “Come on, get up. You need to strip your bed and take a shower.” he said, using his dominant voice. She grumbled making some incomprehensible noises before finally getting up, giving him a dirty look. “With that attitude… definitely diapers.” he teased. |
This story came together quite quickly. I really love Shelly and Erica (egotistical since I made them up, I know) but I just adore writing about them. Here's their latest adventure, much smaller in scope than Swiftbrooke but hopefully just as enjoyable.
Shelly's Dream
Shelly McGill stood at the restroom’s threshold while waves crashed in her bladder. She sucked in air and bore down on holding to avoid an accident. Heaps of red curls fell in her eyes when she bent at the waist, forcing her to fix her hair with one hand while keeping the other one to squeeze between her legs. Her groans and whimpers were growing louder, almost audible to others now. She had gotten into the habit lately of holding her pee for fun, but how had it gotten this bad so fast?
Still, there was no way she was going in there. She should have done it anyway, being dressed in only panties and a big T-shirt out here in public. Despite feeling great and indulging her exhibitionist side, she could not guess at why she would actually go out like this, and was ready to be out of view. She had actually congratulated herself a minute before falling victim to this circumstance. Finding the courage to go out without so much as taking a pair of shoes with her, something she had promised to do for some time, had been fantastic. But now a problem had arisen: the floor inside was just too nasty.
The terrible fact remained that she had to pee, right now, and did not want to annoy her friends, who were patiently waiting for her to handle the fallout of her fashion choices. In she went, tiptoeing to minimize contact of the grime with her unprotected feet.
Her bladder pushed harder with her goal so near, spotting her underwear and fingers with warm liquid. She groaned loud enough to make an echo, but doubted anyone else could hear. The restroom itself proved as labyrinthine as it was gross. All around were multiple, interconnected chambers, like the locker room at a sports complex. Somehow she had missed finding this part of the mall after years of going. There were sinks, showers, lockers, and finally, toilets. But like the other accommodations, they were just… there. At least the showers had curtains around them. The toilets were in a row on the wall, with no partitions of any kind to cover them.
Even though there was no one in sight and Shelly’s strength was fading, she could not bear to sit on one of them. What if someone came in? Where were the ones with privacy? She stood there, staring at the offensive plumbing, pee-dancing on the filthy tile.
Wait a second. The showers! They were the only feature around that could hide her activities, and by virtue of being showers, there would be far less dirt and God-knows what else under her toes because it would run down the drain. She darted into one and closed the curtain. Victory and relief at last. She hitched up her shirt and began to pull her panties down.
However, with her fate finally secure, other parts of her mind began to work. Just because she was in a bathroom did not mean she had to play by the rules. She was already planning to pee in the drain of a public shower. But the the sorry state of the room’s cleanliness meant she could go anywhere she wanted. After all, a little extra pee on the floor would do no considerable harm. Her only true concern was being literally caught with her pants down. She could just leave them on and pee through them. She could turn a faucet on to mask the sound of the stream, and if she heard someone coming, she could just cut off the flow, pretend she was washing her hands, and resume looking for a better place. The better plan was formed. She pulled her panties back up, enjoying the cool spot in the middle and her delicious desperation for another moment before emerging from the shower. She turned the handle of a sink on the opposite side, picked a spot in the middle of the floor, and squatted.
Her panties filled with hot pee. Her chest heaved from the amazing feeling and the rush of doing something mischievous. Soon, a loud splattering rung out on the tile under her.
Erica’s giggling voice cried out, “Shelly, what are you doing?” She had appeared in the bathroom, catching sight of Shelly in her vulnerable moment.
Meanwhile, Shelly looked back at her. The question did not sound threatening. Erica had already seen her pee at least twice since they had become friends, in her pants both times as a matter of fact. And right now, being bad felt too good. She made no effort to stop. So what if she sees? “I just felt like going right here,” she explained. Erica was bound to find out about Shelly’s little fixation eventually.
The girl peeing on the floor was in the midst of a bigger problem. She had expected to get drops on her feet and ankles like she had so many other times when squatting, but found the pee was just running around to the outside of her right leg, even trickling up to saturate the side of her shirt. The splattering stopped, since the pee was going sideways rather than down.
“Shelly, you’re peeing on yourself,” Erica said. She was some distance away from Shelly, but her voice was soft, as if she was right by Shelly’s side.
Only now did Shelly’s embarrassment bloom. “I know, I’m sorry,” she pleaded, pee continuing to run in a bizarre pattern up her clothes, “I’m trying not to though.”
“Shelly, wake up.”
Shelly stirred. She was lying on her side on Erica’s bed, with her friend standing over her, nudging her shoulder. The lights were on, and Erica’s computer emitted a faint whir. The strange, disgusting bathroom had been a dream. But did that mean… She threw back the light blanket over her in horror.
It did. Her right side, and a wide portion of Erica’s bed, squelched with fresh urine. Shelly covered her face with her hands, not caring about the pee on her fingers.
“Oh my gosh! I’m SO sorry! I had a dream where I had to go to the bathroom, and everything seemed so normal. Oh, let me put the bed stuff in the laundry, it should be alright afterward. I can’t believe I did--”
“Shelly!” Erica demanded, “Breathe! It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Seriously, like, at all.”
“Are you sure?” Shelly pleaded, willing the tears back into her eyes, “I totally ruined your bed.”
“Well, sort of,” Erica conceded, “But it’s not like I’m not used to it. Remember this is like a nightly thing for me. The mattress has a cover on it. Although I do try to keep it to the bottom sheet and not get it on literally everything.”
“Sorry,” Shelly said again.
“It’s fine,” Erica insisted, motioning for her to get up, “You can help me clean up if it makes you feel better.”
“Sure.” After Shelly changed into dry clothes, the pair bundled the wet things, and Erica started the washing machine. It was not terribly late; they had plenty of time to finish the laundry before it became unwise to stay up any longer. Slowly, acceptance of what happened grew in Shelly. The girls returned to the bedroom and got back into streaming tv shows.
After rebuilding the bed a few hours later, Shelly made sure to pee again after brushing her teeth. She lay next to Erica in bed, unable to sleep right away.
“You know,” Erica said, “It’s actually kind of cool what happened to you.”
“Cool?!” Shelly stammered, wide awake again with Erica’s bizarre opinion.
“I’m sorry,” she backpedaled, “It sucks that you had to go through that, but I mean, it makes me feel less weird about my own issues. So crazy as it sounds--thanks for peeing on my bed.”
“You’re… wel-come?” Shelly replied.
“I’m serious,” Erica giggled, “I hope it was just a one-off thing and won’t happen to you again, but either way, welcome to the club.”
“Thanks for having me.” Erica’s attempt at bonding over their bedwetting had made Shelly feel a lot better. She was able to relax. All things considered, it had been a good dream.
Edited April 27, 2018 by AliasnameTO
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EMILY'S ACCIDENT
After several dates Emily knew that she was very much in love with Jack and she was increasingly confident that he felt the same way about her. Tonight they would take the next big step in their relationship by going to a party at the digs of some of her art student friends and then spending the night together in Jack's London flat.
Realising how nervous Emily was, Valerie, her older sister, took her shopping and helped her to choose some seductive lingerie to wear under her party dress. With decisions taken and purchases made, Valerie asked Emily if she was feeling more confident.
"About tonight, yes....." Emily replied hesitantly ".....but there's another thing on my mind. I am thinking of inviting Jack to spend some time with us at the villa in Tuscany. Mummy has said he will be very welcome and as he is an airline pilot he will be able to get cheap tickets to go to and fro. The problem is, I'm not sure how well he will fit in."
"Why shouldn't he?" Valerie asked. "He seems really nice and I'm sure we would all get along fine."
"In general, yes" Emily agreed "But you know how far the pool is from the house and how, rather than walking all the way back there in the heat, we all just wet ourselves when we need a wee? It is not exactly conventional, is it?"
"No, the conventional thing to do is to wee in the pool itself!" Valerie replied, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Personally, I much prefer our way."
"Me too, but I am not sure how Jack will react when he sees us doing it. He might find it weird or even disgusting. On the other hand I don't want Jack's presence at the villa to be a nuisance to everybody else, making them feel that they have to to keep going back to the house."
"I think quite a lot of men are actually turned on by seeing a pretty girl doing a wee in her bikini" Valerie observed. "Tom certainly is and Daddy has always been perfectly OK about all of us, including Mummy, wetting our knickers for convenience. In fact in Mummy's case I'm pretty sure he rather likes it."
Emma considered this. "I've been thinking about it a lot and I've decided that the only way to find out how Jack will react is to stage an 'accident' some time when I'm with him. If I tell him I'm desperate beforehand and that I might not make it to the loo I can opt to stay dry if it looks as though it might go badly. But I want it to be somewhere private and if it is going to look genuine it also has to be somewhere that has no loo. So far I haven't been able to think of a suitable time and place. In any case I don't want to do it yet, I'm going to wait until our relationship is more secure."
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The party that evening was a fiasco. About fifty people crammed into a small terraced house, some invited, some not and many of them drunk when they arrived. The music was too loud for anybody to talk and the only bathroom was being monopolised by a boy who was constantly throwing up. Some of the other boys peed in the garden but several girls were waiting on the landing in various stages of desperation for any opportunity to use the loo.
Emily she suggested they slip away early. Jack readily agreed and called a taxi. During the long journey from the London suburb where the party was being held to Jack's flat in Limehouse Emily felt an increasing need for a pee and in the last few miles she began to wonder if she would make it. Waiting in the cold air outside Jack's flat as he paid off the cab was agony but she really did not want to wet her sexy underwear, nor did she want to risk spoiling their first night together. She told herself to hold on - she would be able to use the loo in Jack's flat in a few minutes.
They went into the foyer and took the lift. The doors closed and the lift started to move but almost immediately shuddered to a halt. Jack tried pressing buttons to no avail so he picked up the emergency telephone and spoke to the estate's caretaker who said he would call out the lift engineer. Jack stayed on the line whilst he did so and a few moments later the caretaker confirmed that the engineer would arrive in about 45 minutes.
"Jack" said Emily, close to tears. "I couldn't go to the loo at the party and now I'm bursting. I really don't think I can wait much longer." She crossed her legs.
Jack gave her a gentle hug. "Whatever happens it would not be your fault so please don't worry about it." Emily was shivering so he took off his jacket and gently placed it over her shoulders. She huddled miserably into it, desperately trying to avoid soaking in urine the lingerie that she had hoped would be so seductive The whole evening was going horribly wrong.
After a while the emergency phone buzzed again. Jack left Emily's side and went to answer it. It was the engineer saying he was about to arrive on site and asking for details of the lift failure and the number of people trapped.
As Jack spoke to the engineer, a spurt told Emily that she was about to lose control completely. She parted her legs wide in the hope that she could at least limit the damage by avoiding her stockings. Then she gave in to the inevitable.
As Jack put the phone down he heard a splashing sound in the silence of the stalled lift. He turned to see the incongruous sight of Emily, elegant in her party dress and high heels and clutching an expensive-looking evening bag, straddling a puddle on the lift floor that was expanding as a stream of pee between her legs continued to fall. She looked stricken.
Emily's aching body would not let her stop the flow until she was empty by which time the flood covered most of the lift floor and was starting to run in rivulets towards where Jack was standing.
Jack took Emily in his arms and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. She looked up at him and smiled timidly, though her eyes were brimming with tears. "It doesn't matter about the loo now" she murmured "I don't need it any more".
Then the lift jerked upwards for a short distance. "We'll soon have you out" shouted the caretaker from the other side of the doors. Another few minutes and the engineer forced the doors open. The lift car was not level with the floor so they both helped Emily and Jack step up on to the landing and asked if they were OK. Jack thanked them and apologised to the caretaker that he had had to relieve himself whilst they were stuck in the lift.
"No problem" the caretaker replied, pocketing the ten pound note that Jack pressed into his hand. "Its puke that I hate having to clear up. Piss is a doddle by comparison - and it brings the floor up lovely and clean!"
They took another lift up to the Jack's flat on the seventh floor and he let them in. As soon as the door closed behind them, Jack took Emily into his arms and looked solelmnly into her eyes. 'When you were wetting yourself in the lift you looked so vulnerable and.....desirable. Is that an awful thing for me to think?"
"If you liked it that much you may see it more often!" Emily replied, giving him a playful kiss. Jack returned the kiss with passion and Emily felt him grow hard against her. She started to unbutton his shirt. "And thank you for saying it was you who did a wee in the lift, that was gallant of you."
Jack led Emily into the bedroom, reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She honestly thought he might have a heart attack when he saw her standing in front of him in her stockings and cherry red silk lingerie, her tiny panties wet between the legs.
Emily removed Jack's shirt and slowly started to undo the belt of his trousers. He kicked off his clothes until he was standing in just his bulging boxer shorts. He removed her bra to reveal her firm, perfectly shaped breasts, then knelt before her to slide a stocking down each leg. As he did so he kissed her wet panties, then gently pulled them down to her feet where she kicked them aside. Removing his boxers he tenderly laid Emily on the bed.
What followed was the best sex Emily had ever had. Far from the clumsy fumblings of her previous student encounters, Jack proved to be a skillful and considerate lover, gently and sensuously bringing her to climax after climax.
Afterwards, whilst they were lying in each other's arms he returned to the subject of her wetting herself and how surprised he was to find it so erotic. She told him about how her mother had taught her three daughters that it is perfectly acceptable for a girl to wet her knickers.
"We all still do, including Mummy. For example, at the villa in Italy we often ride out the heat of the afternon around the swimming pool. We drink lots of water to stay hydrated but the pool is a long way from the house. It is a family rule that nobody ever pees in the pool itself. 'So rather than bother to go all the way back to the house we all just wee in our bathers."
As she was describing this she felt Jack grow hard with desire again. She straddled him and lowered herself slowly on to his rigid cock, then leaned forward, her hair forming a curtain around their faces. She kissed him on the lips and murmured "If you like, I will bring a bikini next time and show you how its done." |
||Chapter 2||
Another Stream
I woke up at 1PM, remembering about the stream I promised to do today. It had been 3 days since the last stream, and I had got good money from it. This stream would be a free one. No donations necessary.
I stripped myself naked and put some diaper rash medicine and baby powder on. I strapped on a diaper and ate some ice cream half-naked. After cleaning my bowl, I put on a striped t-shirt and some pink yoga pants (which easily presented the diaper I was wearing nicely. Once I relieve myself in it, my butt will look even bigger! I chuckled to myself before setting up a camera in my baby room.
Even though I love being in diapers and baby things, I don't like to sleep in my crib at night when I'm not recording. I like having a computer and other stuff in my room that wouldn't normally be in a babies room. I like having a room to just record in, so I don't need to move everything out every time I record myself.
I put some makeup on that made me look like a baby, the cheeks and lips were everything. I start the stream and sit in my crib, a pacifier in my mouth and teddy bear in hand. I had disabled chat so I wouldn't get distracted with notifications like I would normally.
I waved to the camera and sucked on my pacifier, dimples in my cheeks. I laid on my back and struggled like turtle, to show off my diaper and look cute. opened my mouth and my pacifier fell out. I started sobbing loudly like a baby for a few seconds, before shoving a bottle of milk into my mouth.
I decided that I didn't look like a baby enough with the yoga pants on, so on-camera I slid them off and sat, in a kneeling pose, on my legs. I bounced up and down, as the milk had gone down fast. It was a big bottle, and I had finished it quite quickly. I wriggled like a toddler would when they need to go potty. I cooed and bounced, feeling myself need to go more and more. Even though I was wearing I diaper, I still like to hold myself in sometimes.
After another smaller bottle of milk go down, I went into a position where my legs were spread to the camera, almost like a sex position. I moaned like a toddler and let myself go, the warm yellow liquid rushing into my diaper. I felt the diaper grow and I smiled, not finished peeing yet. After a minute passed, I began to think my diaper would leak. This might be the longest I've peed in a while. I barely even felt relief by the 3rd minute mark, and I was still going. This might of been because of the gallon of apple juice I drank last night to torture myself. I hadn't gone before the stream started, to I suppose this was the first time I peed since yesterday morning.
Another minute passed, and I felt the diaper grow even larger. I had never felt it grow so large, as I normally change myself before this. I was breathing heavily, it felt so ridiculously refreshing. I was madly turned on, and I felt I had so much more to go. I knew my fans would be recording this, posting it on their own channels showing that they were there for the entire time, and showing the world the longest pee.
After several more minutes, I felt my diaper begin to leak, so I undid it, not knowing I was still going. I had thought I had stopped, since I had grown used to the feeling. When the diaper loosened, I realized I was still going. I pressed my finger against my hole to stop the flow while I changed myself. I struggled to my changing mat and grabbed a diaper. I lost a few spurts on the mat by the time my fresh diaper was on. I sat back down on my bed and wriggled again, as I was not quite relieved yet.
I went into a different position, the camera looking at my butt with my legs spread down. I was almost in a crawling stance, but my legs and butt were pushed up to the camera. I began to pee again, feeling more warmth fall into my comfortable diaper. My diaper sagged once 2 minutes passed. I thought I might have to change myself one more time before I finish. I began to feel something else creep into my butt. It was poop. I squeezed my butt cheeks together, holding it in for the next diaper. It was quite hard to do, since there was still something gushing out the other side. I finally finished, no leaks, no damp spots.. yet. The diaper was saggy though, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I decided to stay in it.
My cheeks puffed as I held in the mess. I wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer, but it would be worth the try. Just as I thought I could hold it in, I felt it creep into my diaper, squishing into my butt and all the way to my front. It was quite a big one. I turned on the smell sensor for the stream (just imagine they exist). My diaper grew heavier as I dumped another load into the already full diaper. I wanted to change myself, but it felt so good up against me that I decided against it. I wriggled my butt, feeling my mess squish even more. The feeling was amazing.
After 2 hours, I decided to change myself one last time and end the stream. My diaper was showing brown on the outside, and leaving stains. I would have, since I had done 3 more big ones since an hour ago. When I walked, I was waddling even more than if it was just a big diaper. I set myself on the changing mat and pulled the messy diaper off. I folded it and threw it away after giving the camera a good show of it half-naked. I took my shirt off and waddled around, my entire nether-regions a lovely brown color. I turned on some music and danced, loving the feel of being naked.
Once the stream was off, I cleaned myself up. I went to my kitchen and treated myself to some chocolate before hopping into my bed. I needed to pee again, so I turned a lamp on and pressed my fingers onto my bladder. I relieved myself in the bed and went to sleep with the warm sensation still flooding out of me. |
Bearly Holding Together
Xenoblade Chronicles 2 fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Warning: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised)
With thanks to DerivativeWings for editing. Check out his Planet of Desperation series starting here.
A light wind carrying hundreds of blossom petals blew through the city of Fonsa Myma, making the capital of Uraya look quite festive under the night sky. While there was no actual festival going on, the Mymoma Playhouse was packed with attendees on this night, for a certain musician was performing there. She had only begun her career not long ago, but had already captivated hundreds with her lovely voice and uncanny skill at the Gormotti instrument known as a Torigonda.
But there was one problem that this musician suffered from, and with only a little while before her biggest performance yet, that problem was hitting her especially hard.
“Now then, finally big night arrive!” declared Tipitapi, the singer’s nopon manager as he stood in the hallway at the side of the theater. “Friend Ursula, ready for concert?”
“Mmm…” Ursula, the Blade with the form of a white-haired little girl, kept her head turned away from the group of friends staring at her in concern. Just the act of talking proved difficult with all the figurative butterflies fluttering about inside her.
“Ursula?” asked Nia.
“Friend okay? Have tummyache?” said Tora.
“Mmm, no, my stomach is fine… but, I don’t know if I can do it,” she finally spoke.
“It would appear that she has trouble coping with the excessive stress,” commented Dromarch.
Ursula did not respond, but it was the truth. For all of her talent, she had always been held back by her shyness. She had yet to fully complete a performance up until now, for her nerves would cause her to freeze up and forget the joys of singing and playing. How her manager had gotten her to perform at such a venue tonight was nothing short of a miracle.
“But that terrible! Concert have to be cancelled!?” said a wide-eyed Tora.
“It’s okay, there’s still time before the gig,” said Nia, “We can use it to get Ursula to relax.”
“Trick of Tora when stressed is to eat favorite food until calm,” said Tora, “Ursula have some Tasty Sausage too?”
“I think she’d just get heartburn,” said Rex.
“On the other hand, having a snack would form a distraction. It may not be such a bad idea, after all,” said Dromarch.
“Right!” nodded Nia, “So we’ll try to feed Ursula her favorite food to get her a bit more relaxed.”
“M-My favorite food?” asked Ursula, who had only started paying attention to the conversation again. Would that really help me out? she wondered. “Ah, okay, mmm… I saw some Champ’s Churros out front, I wouldn’t mind trying those… let’s say, ten of them? So Beary can try them, too.”
She looked over at her large polar bear companion, who held her up in his arms. Beary was not one for talking, but he smiled at the thought of having something to eat.
“Beary eat more than fair share,” said Tora, “But no time for grumble! We buy and come back!”
“And until friends return, Teetapz keep waiting audience entertained with gift of gab!” declared Tipitapi.
“Just wait right there, Ursula. We’ll have your churros in no time!” said Rex.
After Rex’s proclamation, the group dispersed, leaving Ursula and Beary more or less by themselves in the hallway. As soon as they were all out of sight, Ursula let out a sigh and rested a hand just beneath her abdomen. As much as she loved her friends, having so many eyes on her was quite draining, especially at that moment when she had a problem other than her shyness to deal with.
She had never told any of her friends, but the anxiety she felt before a performance had a rather embarrassing effect on her. Even if she hadn’t had anything to drink in a while, she always felt the need to visit the little girl’s room whenever the stage nerves hit her. Tonight was certainly no different, with her biggest concert yet hitting her bladder particularly hard.
Fidgeting in place while on Beary’s arm, Ursula knew she would have to take care of this before the performance. “Um, Beary?” she asked in a softer voice than normal.
Beary turned his head towards her, his comforting smile helping quell her nerves a little. He was little for words, but his gentle presence always made her feel like she could talk to him about any of her problems.
Mustering her courage, Ursula leaned up to his ear and put a hand up to block what she had to say from any potential onlookers. “C-can you take me to the little girl’s room?” she whispered.
Beary closed his eyes and nodded, not needing to hear anything else. Keeping Ursula atop her spot, he walked in the direction of the general bathrooms. It was a bit embarrassing that Ursula had to be seen heading there, but her personal room did not have a toilet, so it would have to do.
But as they rounded the corner to the bathrooms, Ursula’s sheepish smile lowered into a worried frown. Right in front of the door to the ladies’ room was a line of girls, at least half a dozen or more. Not just that, but they all carried concerned expressions, with a couple fidgeting in place. Iona, the granddaughter of the theater’s owner, looked particularly strained, with both hands pressing into her groin while she bounced in place in front of the door.
“Oh, dear,” Ursula mumbled at the sight. Would she have enough time to wait in line? She knew she could hold it while in line, but there was no telling how soon her friends would be back. Asking the other ladies if she could go first was not an option; not only would it embarrass her, but she would never dream of getting in their way of relief and possibly even making them wet themselves.
While she worried, the ladies’ room door opened, and its occupant stepped out. Iona almost jumped for joy as she waddled in and shut the door behind her. Ursula smiled a bit at this moment; not only did someone avoid an accident, but with one less lady in line, maybe she had the time to-
“Ursula?”
“Where friend go? We have tasty churros now!”
Her smile dropped away just as quickly. That call came from Rex and Tora back at the other corner of the theater. No time to wait, she had to eat and get on stage right away.
“Come on, Beary, let’s go,” she spoke while giving the bathrooms one last longing look.
Beary turned his head to her and gave a concerned frown in response.
“I’ll be okay, I promise,” she said with a smile, “I-It’s a short concert. I can manage until it’s over.”
Beary kept his frown, but turned and walked back regardless. With no one looking at her again, Ursula let her worry show on her face once more. She might have said she’d be fine, but that didn’t mean she believed it herself. Making it through a concert was already a tough task, but having to do it while she really needed the potty made it seem more daunting than ever.
But as scared as she was, Ursula knew she couldn’t back down now, not after so much time and work put into this performance, and not with the audience already filling the rows. Her only choice was to do her best and hope that everything would work out.
The good news was the churros worked quite well in calming her down. Even as she stood inside the theater and watched the audience file in to fill up every last seat, Ursula felt almost no desire to run and hide somewhere. Unfortunately, she still really wanted to run to the nearest bathroom. In fact, her need to go felt even stronger now that her stage fright didn’t have so much of her attention. It did not help that she had both arms wrapped around Beary, so all she could do to keep it at bay was lightly rub her knees together.
“Are you okay?”
Rex’s voice pulled her focus from her bladder for just a moment. “Y-yes, I’m all right.”
“Friend Ursula sure? Tora still see worry on face,” said Tora.
“W-Well, I’m still a little nervous,” she replied, “but thanks to all the support from you guys, I’ll be able to give it my all.” Before anyone else could voice their concern, she quickly looked to the stage and said, “Okay, time to get out there!”
“Alright, good luck to you, then!” said Rex as she and Beary turned around and headed for the stage.
“We’ll be cheering for you from here!” added Nia.
As their encouraging words faded into the background, Ursula allowed her smile to fall away and her walk to become stiff and slow. Despite her confident showing mere moments ago, she had to admit the pressure was getting to her, albeit a different pressure than what her friends probably expected. Could she really keep holding on and make it through her performance at the same time?
No more time to think, she was already standing behind the curtains, with Beary holding her stringed instrument while she held her bladder. She could hear the crowd going quiet and see the lights dimming from under the curtain. A bit later, and she picked up the pitter-patter of Tipitapi walking onstage and introducing her. Exactly what he had to say, she didn’t know, for her mind stayed focused on her need to go and the impending performance.
“And without further ado, Tipitapi proudly presents Ursula’s New Groove!”
Ursula had just enough time to put her hands at her sides and bring her smile back before the curtains parted. The spotlights hit her eyes and the applause from the silhouetted crowd filled her ears, already making her little heart flutter. Still, she pushed through it, stepping forward and giving a curtsy to the audience. She then sat down cross-legged, with Beary lowering her Torigonda into her hands before sitting down right behind her, giving her something to lean back on.
Right away, she felt her hold lose strength from her legs spreading out, making her groin muscles tighten up as much as they could to make up for it. It only got worse as the weight of her instrument came down onto her lap, pressing into her bladder and making her draw in a sharp breath. The doubts and worries came back, and for a moment, she could not see any possible way this concert could end well.
But then she caught several figures in the back seats, recognizing their shadows in a heartbeat. Her friends, the people who had been there for her every step of the way, were watching with hopeful eyes. The warm fur pressing against her back reminded her of the other friend hoping to see her succeed as well. Her heart filled with resolve as she remembered all of these wonderful people and their help in getting her out of her shell. Her fears and bladder would not stop her; she would finish this concert, not just for her friends, but for herself as well.
With a smile, Ursula strummed the first note, filling the room with the Torigonda’s distinct Gormotti folk sound. What little noise the audience made quickly died away as she continued, each note weaving together to form a melody. Soon after, she added her voice, delicate yet firm, to create the piece she had rehearsed so many times before, a song to make one reflect on where they had come from and the journey that awaited them still.
The further she got into the piece, the more the world seemed to disappear around Ursula. Singing and playing music always resonated with something deep inside her, and even now, with her heart racing and bladder quivering, she wanted nothing more than to keep playing and experience those joyful, rewarding sensations.
And play, she did. The parts of the song where her shyness proved too much and made her have to stop playing before were met and passed without a second thought. Before she knew it, she had reached the end of the performance, letting the last note echo throughout the hall, then fade into silence. She opened her eyes to find the audience sitting motionless, only to erupt into a thunderous applause moments later.
Despite all her fears, she had succeeded. Ursula could not help but give the widest smile in response, letting the hall know of the excitement brimming inside her little body. As Beary lifted the Torigonda out of her hands, she stood up and took a bow, then a second bow, and a third as the audience cheered her on. With that done, she turned around and stepped behind the curtains as they drew close, feeling like nothing could ever go wrong for her now.
“Ooohhh!”
But the instant the audience could no longer see her, all those exciting feelings gave way to pain and panic. Ursula closed her legs tight and crammed her hands between them as a painful surge from her bladder pulsed through her body. Any sense of modesty and shyness was cast aside, for she had to do anything and everything she could to not have an accident at that moment.
Just as quickly, Beary dropped Ursula’s instrument and huddled around her, his face filled with worry. She looked up at him with her pale cheeks turned pink and eyes shiny with tears ready to fall if the worst should come to pass.
“B-Beary,” she whimpered while bouncing on her transparent, bare feet, “I n-need the bathroom right now!”
That was all Beary needed to see for a fire to light up within the polar bear like never before. He scooped Ursula into his arms without hesitation, leaving her upright to avoid moving her bladder as much as possible and allowing her to keep holding herself, and ran from the backstage as quickly and carefully as he could manage.
Safely tucked in Beary’s arms, Ursula squirmed and moaned with her eyes shut tight, doing whatever she could to keep it all in for just a little bit longer. It might have been a small playhouse, but even the short time it took for Beary to run to the bathroom felt like forever to her.
But before they could reach the toilets, Beary came to a sudden stop. Ursula opened her eyes with the intention of asking him why, but she let out another whine as she saw the reason for herself.
They had arrived at the bathrooms, but once again, the ladies’ room had a line standing before it, no smaller than from before. Ursula could only look on in despair at the other girls, all of them squirming and shuffling like they were quite in need of the facilities as well.
“I… I can’t wait that long! I n-need to go now!” she said, adding another whimper at the end.
Unlike when he ran towards the bathroom with determination and focus, Beary simply stood there and looked around with no idea what to do next. He considered letting loose a powerful roar to maybe scare the other girls away, ensuring that they would be next in line. However, even if he was not the polite bear that would never do such a thing, Ursula would certainly rather have an accident than be mean to someone else like that, maybe even making them wet themselves in the process.
His next idea was to try running outside and finding an alley or someplace else where Ursula could go without being seen, but that had its own problems. He didn’t know the city’s layout at all, and she would likely be mortified at the idea of going potty in such a place. No, they needed a bathroom, and just about any bathroom would do for her now.
That’s when it hit him. The ladies’ room might have had a long line, but the same could not be said for the men’s room down the hall. Nobody stood outside that door, and even if it was occupied, Ursula still had a better chance of making it there than anywhere else.
Before Ursula could object, Beary took off straight for the men’s room and grabbed the door handle. Fortune continued to smile on them, for the door opened straight away, revealing a clean, empty bathroom just for her. They rushed inside, with Beary quickly shutting and locking the door behind them.
At long last, relief seemed only a few seconds away. Unfortunately, Ursula only had to look at the toilet to see why the men’s room had no line. “Oh… oh no!”
Sitting atop the lid to the toilet was a small sign, the words “Out of service” sticking out like an off-key singer in a choir. Even worse, someone had gone to the trouble of taping the lid shut. Whatever was wrong with the toilet, it was clearly not fit for use.
Just like that, Ursula’s hope of making it to a toilet had been dashed. She shut her eyes, tears beginning to seep through the lids, and whimpered again. “I… I can’t… it’s gonna c-come out!”
Hearing Ursula starting to cry next to him broke Beary’s heart. He might not have been a good reader, but even he knew when a toilet was not supposed to be used. He had to wonder if there really was no way to avoid an accident now that the only place she could have gone potty into was broken.
But then his eyes drifted to the other side of the room, and he saw just what she needed: another place for someone to relieve themselves into. There was no time to tell Ursula about it, he could ask for her forgiveness later.
Meanwhile, with her eyes closed and brain focused solely on the impending accident, Ursula did not even notice the motions of Beary moving somewhere quickly again. She did, however, pay attention when a paw reached up her dress and grabbed at her undergarments.
“Hah!?” she squeaked in surprise as the paw yanked her underwear straight down to her feet and clear off her legs with hardly any effort, the snow-white panties quickly tossed onto the toilet lid. For being such big, bulky paws, they could be quite dextrous. The hands were not done yet, for she was shuffled to where her back was braced against Beary’s chest. Finally, the paws pushed up her dress and lifted her legs up and away, leaving her entire lower half exposed and pointed forward.
“Wha-what?” stammered Ursula, her blush growing to bridge the gap between her cheeks. She opened her eyes, ready to ask why Beary would do such a thing, but she immediately got her answer.
Right in front of her was a urinal, the thing boys could tinkle into, and Beary had aimed her right at its center.
“W-wait, I…” she tried to speak, maybe say something to convince Beary not to make her do this. Unfortunately, with her underwear off and legs spread when she was already seconds from bursting, there was not a thing she could say or do to stop what would happen next.
Ursula let out one last gasp as it finally began: a robust, pale, steady stream pushed out of her and through the air, only breaking up just before striking within the urinal’s walls with a splattering sound. It ran down the porcelain in smooth rivulets into the waters below, adding a tinkling noise to her piddling performance. It was not a perfect stream, in fact a little of it dribbled straight down and onto the floor, but she was peeing into a urinal almost as well as any boy.
That did not mean she was happy about it, however. Never had she answered nature’s call in such an embarrassing way before. If someone had come in here and seen this, she would never want to show her face again. That Beary was holding onto her while she tinkled was bad enough, even if his head was turned away from it all. They may have been inseparable, but she always had her privacy for this up until now. She didn’t know if she could ever look him in the eyes after this.
And yet, as Ursula watched her pee leaving her with burning-red cheeks, a feeling other than embarrassment began to bloom within her, starting from her groin and growing to the rest of her body. It was the warm, soothing feeling of relief, of finally letting out something that had built up inside her before she exploded. In a way, it was strangely similar to how she would feel when performing in front of others.
Those good feelings continued to grow within her, overpowering her humiliation with pure bliss. She had succeeded, she realized, not just in making it to the bathroom, but in her concert as well. Despite her fears, everything had worked out, and she was free to enjoy the happiness she had worked so hard to achieve.
That’s just what she did. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, Ursula breathed a long sigh with a smile, fully relaxing into her potty time. Her stream picked up a little in response, turning into the most robust spray she had ever released, and filling the bathroom with a symphony of splashes and splatters. For such a little body, she continued to go at this pace for a long time, more so than any other tinkle she had ever taken and likely would take again.
Her piddle came to an end almost as quickly as it started. The spray dropped into a small trickle, landing squarely into the yellowed water at the urinal’s bottom to create a deeper tinkling sound. She felt Beary leaning her into the urinal as the stream grew weaker from there, letting her still hit the urinal until she had nothing more to give than a few drips falling straight down.
“Mmm…” Ursula hummed at the end, still carrying her smile of soft, genuine relief. Opening her eyes, she saw how close she was to the urinal and was reminded of how silly the two of them probably looked. “Um, you can put me down now, Beary. I’m done.”
Beary opened his eyes and complied, setting her down and away from the small puddle she had created. The bathroom fell silent, save for Beary flushing the urinal, as Ursula stood with her hands behind her back and looking down at her feet.
“Um, I…” she started to speak in a half-whisper, “I don’t know h-how I could ever thank you for helping me.”
Beary started to shake his head, but stopped as she continued speaking. “I don’t just mean... this.” She motioned towards the urinal. “You’re always there for me, Beary. You, and all my friends, too. W-when I think about all of you, I can do all these things I never thought I’d be able to.”
As she spoke, Ursula’s head lifted up until she met Beary’s eyes, showing her smile. “It’s because of all of you that I want to keep doing my best. I’ll make as many people happy with my singing and healing as I can.” Her gaze drifted away for a moment. “And, um, I’ll speak up sooner when I need the bathroom, I promise.”
The silence returned for a few seconds until Ursula, feeling too bold to resist, stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Beary’s stomach, burying her head into his belly. The bear rested his paws on her back, returning the hug in earnest.
“I’m so glad to have you with me,” she whispered, “You, and all my friends.”
Ursula wanted to stay surrounded in Beary’s comforting warmth forever. Unfortunately, the happy moment ended with a gasp as she felt a different warmth running down her leg, reminding her of what she still needed to do, and how underdressed she still was. She pulled out of the hug and looked back to Beary. “Mmm, I still need to clean myself up,” she spoke, glancing over to the small puddle on the floor. “And that, too.”
Nothing more needed to be said as the two went about cleaning up after her potty time. While Beary handled the puddle, Ursula sat on the toilet and tended to herself with the nearby paper. Once that was all taken care of, they disposed of the paper in the waste bin, then Beary lifted her to the sink while she washed her hands.
With clean hands, clean legs, and her underwear back where it belonged, Ursula let Beary lift her onto his shoulder. They exchanged looks one last time and nodded together before setting off back to their friends. They were undoubtedly wondering where she had run off to after the show, and she didn’t like to make them worry about her like that. They would also bombard her with congratulations and attention, something that she wasn’t too keen on after her little incident. Still, they deserved to see her after all that they helped her with, and she deserved to hear how well she did, too. She would gladly bear a bit of embarrassment for the Drivers that she was honored to call friends. |
Summary:
One of Selim's classmates has an accident at school. Selim watches the ordeal with great interest, and because of his unconventional origins, great curiosity. The next day he finds he can't stop thinking about it. He wants to talk about it, to see it happen again--but above all, Selim wants to experience for himself what this uniquely human dilemma is like. What lengths will he go through to find satisfaction, and what will he learn in his struggles?
(This is the Selim from Brotherhood)
Chapter One:
Tap, tap, tap, tap….
Selim’s rapidly scribbling hand came to a stop. He dropped his pen with a sigh.
Tap, tap, tap, tap….
He gave the boy sitting one row ahead and two desks to the left a flat look.
Tap, tap, tap, tap…
How frustrating…. He thought. He’s been making that noise on and off for the last twenty minutes, and he hasn’t stopped once in the last five.
Tap, tap, tap. As if on cue, the boy's foot stopped tapping.
One of Selim’s eyebrows rose about a millimeter in bored curiosity. What’s this….? He wondered.
The boy put a hand in the air, his arm so stiff with urgency that it quivered like a leaf in the wind. He had a look of hard determination on his face, all except his bottom lip, which had begun to quiver just as badly as his arm.
Are you about to cry? Or does frowning like an idiot make it easier to hold somehow? Selim thought wryly. I bet you're going to cry, aren't you?
“No, Dominic.” The teacher said, answering the question before Dominic could ask for a third time.
Mrs. Tally is right. Selim smiled in idle bemusement. You should have just gone before class. Would have saved you an awful lot of trouble.
“Please!” Dominic called out, a hint of panic in his voice. “I… I can’t….” His voice failed, and a small wave of repressed giggling followed. Selim chuckled.
“No.” Mrs. Tally said sternly. “I already told you, you need to go before my class. This is my time.” She looked back down at the papers on her desk and returned to grading. Dominic’s hand started to drop meekly at first, but about halfway down he shoved it between his legs, next to his other hand, which clutched his privates.
Selim sighed again, this time from confusion rather than irritation. If humans find it so embarrassing to end up in situations like these, then why don’t they relieve themselves when they have the chance? Do they go out of their way to make no sense?
Tap, tap, tap, tap....
Even if he thought he could make it, why risk it at all? Did it never cross his mind that he might not be able to hold it all that time? Is he so stupid that he doesn't realize when his bladder is full...?
Tap, tap, tap, tap....
Why... demean yourself like this? Selim thought, staring at Dominic, watching as his leg bounced up and down and made that stupid noise against the tile floor, watching as the boy desperately clutched his privates in the middle of the classroom for everyone to see. What drives a human to-
“Selim!”
His head snapped forward. Mrs. Tally glared at him from her desk.
“Eyes on your essay.”
Another repressed giggle moved through the classroom, and even Dominic had looked the slightest bit back, in the faintest degree of recognition. Selim looked down at his essay, a blush creeping over his cheeks.
It's just anger, he told himself, his jaw pressed down tight. It is just anger. I am not embarrassed. I am Pride, a homunculus—the first homunculus! The greatest homunculus. This is... just a mission. I don't care what these brats think of me. Not any more than I need to....
He pressed his jaw down tighter, trying to force away the strange feeling, the one that wasn't anger, the one that made him angry. The one that made his cheeks burn and made his entire being uncomfortable.
I only care that they truly believe I am the Fuhrer's son. That's all that matters; the rest is a game to me.
He kept his eyes on his essay and forced himself to finish. It soothed him a bit, knowing that yet again he would finish first without even really trying, and yet again he would get the highest mark in the hardest class—simply because he willed it that way.
Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe I shouldn't care. After all, I am biologically superior to these creatures in every way. A small smile crossed his lips as he reached his conclusory paragraph. But it sure does feel good being the best....
Tap, tap, tap, tap...
He was torn from his reverie. He looked over at Dominic again, with that same droll look. Remembering his chastisement just a moment ago, he looked at the teacher for a moment, and then back down at his paper.
Finally something interesting happens in this awful classroom and I'm not even allowed to watch. Humans never cease to amaze me.
Weren't they curious? Didn't they want to see the struggle? Selim covertly glanced around the room. He imagined there were more people looking before he'd been called out, but he did notice a few glances going toward Dominic. Tentative glances and blank expression, their true emotions hidden beneath.
Tap, tap, tap, tap....
That noise again.... Selim frowned in annoyance, but smiled mischievously a moment later. He began to tap his fingers on the bottom part of his desk, out of the teacher's sight. He did it in unison with Dominic's foot, starting off quiet, and then getting louder and louder, until his fingers could be heard over the foot tapping.
For a few seconds he got dramatically louder and then stopped suddenly, making another brief wave of giggles travel through the classroom. The teacher looked up from her papers and around the classroom with an imposing expression, but looked back down a few moments later.
Dominic's foot stopped tapping. He whined faintly. A few eyes went in his direction, and within seconds his foot was moving again. It got faster and faster until the tapping was back at full volume.
Selim repeated the finger-tapping trick, sending another wave of giggles through the classroom, but this time Dominic's foot didn't respond.
Hmm, unfortunate. I was really hoping I could get him to-
And then there was another whine. Still quiet, almost inaudible, but the tone was sharper than before. Dominic's foot stopped. Selim looked over at his face and found it turning red. A tear ran down his cheek.
Selim's eyes widened a bit. He is really going to do it, isn't he? He's going to have an accident.... He looked up at the clock. But there's only ten minutes left of class. Surely he can hold it another ten minutes if it will save him the embarrassment.
...Then again, it looks pretty bad. Selim looked at how hard the boy was grabbing himself, at how red his face was, at the now erratic quivering of his leg. I've heard when it gets bad enough, humans will sometimes pee a little bit before they let it all go. I wonder if he's....
Selim tried to shift his attention back to his paper, but he ended up looking at Dominic a moment later. A quick glance around the classroom showed him that the other kids were interested too.
I'm not the only one watching him. Everybody wants to see. His lips curled into a small smile. Everybody wants to watch Dominic pee himself.
'Pee himself' was a phrase Selim seldom used. He found it inaccurate, heavily human, and even though adults sometimes said it, childish. A person could pee on themselves, but how could they pee themselves? It made no sense, but whenever he had to vocalize the act, he sometimes used 'pee himself' to fit in, because that was what the other kids said.
He'd found the phrase ticklish to say, at first awkward, but after awhile he'd grown to enjoy it, and had even allowed it in his thoughts sometimes. It made him feel more authentic, more like a real human, less like he was the only homunculus in the room and more like he was one of them, watching something incredibly human happen.
Dominic is going to pee himself. He's going to wet himself. Could anything be more disgraceful? Could anything be more disgusting? Releasing your urine all the floor while your classmates watch you? Soaking your legs because you were too much of a child to hold on.... Selim squirmed eagerly in his seat. I'll be able to tease him mercilessly for this.
Dominic jolted in his seat. Half the class had their eyes glued to him, while the other half pretended they didn't notice. His jaw dropped and his eyes went down to his crotch. His look of shock slowly morphed into a tense look of confusion and submission—and above all, a desperate revulsion for the fate he'd inadvertently sealed.
Dominic's body jerked and his mouth opened wide. He held this position, tense as Selim had ever seen him, his entire body shaking even worse than his arm had been shaking earlier.
Shrrrshr
The sound only lasted a moment. Dominic shifted in his seat, opened his legs the slightest bit, and the sound was gone, only to be replaced by the tinkling of urine on tile seconds later. His entire face glowed red, and he kept his lips tight to keep from crying, until finally he put his head down on the desk and surrounded it with his arms.
Selim looked at what was happening with no particular expression other than some slightly widened eyes. It was the same expression most of the kids had—a look of fascination with a sense of not knowing exactly what to think or feel. He found himself strangely transfixed by the ordeal, too consumed to form complex thoughts and far too interested to even consider looking away. He didn't care if somebody caught him staring—he wanted to see.
At first the urine poured off the front of the chair and ran down Dominic's legs in trickles, but it soon picked up speed. It splattered loudly and then started to spread on the surface of the seat, until it was overflowing from the sides. Most of the urine fell straight on to the floor, but Selim could see streaks running down Dominic's legs, soaking his socks.
It's disgusting, Selim thought, with a strange reverence for the boys stupidity. How could you live with yourself after that? How could you do something so shameful? He shrugged internally and smiled again. I guess that's humans for you. Idiots until the bitter end.
When the accident had come to a crawling end, the floor beneath Dominic was covered in a transparent yellow puddle that spread in all directions. He stayed there, head on his desk, his hands covering his teary eyes. Selim looked away when all that was left were droplets. He looked up at Mrs. Tally and found her staring down at her desk, still grading papers.
He cocked his head in question. Does she not realize...? She had to have heard the splattering, or the giggling, or at least noticed how everyone in the room is staring at one spot.
He looked down at his essay, and then back over at Dominic, who was still sitting in the same position, tiny droplets of urine dripping off his chair. Or does she just not care? He smiled at this, smiled at how surprising it was, at how surprising and sadistic humans could be. She was partially responsible for it happening... and she doesn't even care? He almost laughed, but stopped himself.
I'll have plenty of chances to laugh when I am out of this witch's classroom. He called her a witch with a slight bit of respect.
A hand behind him went up. Mrs. Tally ignored the girl for some time until finally she looked up from her papers. “Yes?”
“Um,” the girl hesitated. She blushed a bit and smiled. “Dominic is wet.”
There was another wave of giggling, this one louder than usual. Selim was among those who laughed. Mrs. Tally looked over at Dominic, no particular expression on her face, least of all pity. “Dominic,” she called out sternly, but there was no answer. Selim had a sudden desire to see Mrs. Tally antagonize him over his accident, but she let it go. “Class will be over in ten minutes. He can sit in his mess until then. You all just worry about your essays; they need to be finished before class is done. No exceptions.”
She is evil. Selim thought, turning his eyes down to his completed essay. She might be my new least hated teacher, and one of my least hated humans.
Well....
Maybe I shouldn't go that far. |
Chapter 2
At the grocery store....
I could see him asking his parents. Obviously they would say no, and he'd be stuck waiting until they got home. I bet they wouldn't care either. They'd just let him stand there and fidget while they stared at food labels and compared brands.
Selim's lips curled into a small, smug smile.
Would he make it, though? Maybe he'd be able to hold it until he got home. Probably start pissing himself trying to get his cock out.
He almost chuckled.
Or maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he'd... maybe he'd piss himself in one of the aisles. Or maybe in line. I bet at that point he'd be dancing around, too. Everyone would know. They'd all be staring at him, waiting for it to happen.
Because they want to see it, too. They want to see it, because it's interesting.
Brrrr....rrrng!
“Alright, class dismissed.”
Selim rose from his desk with the rest of the students. His eyes traveled around and examined each one quickly, checking out a few with a bit more focus.
Doesn't look like anybody's been holding it today. He thought, slightly disappointed. At least it doesn't look like it.
Occasionally, he would catch people giving off subtle hints that they had to pee between classes, but he saw it most often at the end of school. Some of the kids would rush off to the bathrooms straight after. He preferred this, especially when he got to see a bit of a pee dance or the occasional hand drifting across the thigh to hold it or even an impassioned dash out of the room—but these were rare and often impossible to predict.
There were consistent cases of more subtle maneuvers, though, seen usually in repeat offenders. Selim had learned quickly in his time pretending to be a young boy that he wasn't the only student who didn't use the bathroom at school.
Sometimes they're just too gross. He thought wryly. Or what if somebody hears me....
He never understood how humans could be so sheepish when it came to their own bodily functions. It was something they had to deal with not only daily, but multiple times a day.
Then again, humans do love acting like sheep, don't they?
Something caught Selim's eye. Something so subtle there was little chance anybody else had noticed it. Keith had rubbed himself for a moment for an instant, extending his hand just far enough to make clear to Selim that something was the matter.
Oh...? Did I not notice before? I'm ashamed of myself.
Now that he was looking directly at Keith, he could see it. There was a subtle motion in the boy's legs.
….No, it's in his hips. It seems like he's squirming a bit. But, he wasn't squirming before, not when he was sitting down. Selim put his things in his bag and stole frequent glances at Keith, trying to keep his staring as nonchalant as possible. I may not have Wrath's ultimate eye, but I know these students well. I know when they have to pee, especially when they're sitting in front of me for the entire class.
For me not to notice, the only possibility is.... He smiled the slightest bit. It got worse when he stood up.
He watched Keith closely, wondering if he would try to make it home like that—wondering if he could make it home like that.
Is he one of the ones who avoids the bathroom? Selim wondered. No, I don't think he is, which means he's probably going to go straight for the-
“-Hey, Selim!”
He turned his head toward the racket. “Oh. Hey, Cory. What's up?” Selim forced a smile and cocked his head.
Would you get out of here, you idiot? You're distracting me....
The boy smiled widely. “So I have the craziest thing for you in the universe, like I've been wanting to tell you all day. Come on, I'll tell you on the way to the bus.”
“O-Oh. Sure.” Selim zipped up his bag and threw one last glance at Keith.
It would have been nice to follow behind him and watch, but I guess Cory is going to be the idiot he is and screw it all up.
Cory led the way out of the building, Selim following next to him. When he looked back to check on Keith, he found him leaving as well, several kids back.
No obvious signs... Selim thought. But I can tell. He is being unusually... tepid.
At least I'm not missing much by walking behind him. At least I don't think I am.
“So yeah, like, my brother says he saw him for real, but I dunno. That sounds kinda dumb. Is he even iin Central right now? Like, you'd know, right? You keep up with him 'cause of your dad, right?”
Oh, he just wants me to answer a question for him. Selim thought with annoyance. All this pageantry for that....
Humans disgust me. They think they're so clever, don't they?
“I have no idea.” Selim turned to face him. “I'll ask my dad the next time I see him, though. If Full Metal is in Central-”
“-Yeah! Wouldn't it be awesome?! My brother says he is for sure, but I'm not sure. Like....”
Selim looked back at Cory with a droll expression, one subtle enough so that somebody as stupid as Cory would have no idea he was being looked down upon. What an idiot....
Selim turned his head forward, and the moment he did, he saw Kelly, another boy in his last class who always peed at the end of school, turn into the only bathroom on the way to the buses.
Selim's face went blank for a second.
There are only two urinals in there. There's a stall, too, but....
A small smile appeared on his lips, but he forced it away a moment later. When they reached the bathroom, he came to a stop. Cory gave him an inquisitive look, but kept on talking—as usual. Selim glanced over and saw Keith approaching and quickly cut him off.
“-Hey, sorry. I'm just gonna use the bathroom real quick.” Selim turned away from Cory and headed for the door, leaving a look of mild shock on the boy's face.
First time I've said that in years... Selim thought, a strange feeling welling up in his chest. A pleasant feeling. It's weird to say....
There was another comment on the cusp on his thoughts, one that he didn't let form into words, that he didn't let himself acknowledge. He wouldn't let himself think about how human of a thing it was to say, simply because of how undeniably good it felt.
If I really wanted to experience it... A familiar train of thought started, but faded the moment his eyes landed on the urinals. As expected, Kelly relieving himself in front of one, and much to Selim's pleasure, the other one occupied by a kid from another class. But unfortunately, the stall was free too, and with Cory eyeing him, fixing that would be no easy task. Selim's pleasure from the other occupied urinal faded quickly.
Should I use the stall? He wondered. I could make a lot of noise in a full toilet. That would make it even worse for Keith, but this boy using the other urinal; it's impossible to say how long he'll be there. Cory is the biggest sheep of a human I know, so if he has to pee even a little, he'll use the urinal after him just to follow along. But if he doesn't have to pee....
But the real problem is that if I'm in the stall, I won't see any of it.
Selim sighed internally. I have no choice.
He came to a stop. Cory stopped next to him. His eyes went from Selim, to the stall, back to Selim, and then away, as if he were thinking about something in the middle of talking about nothing of importance.
Not only did I interrupt him to basically say I couldn't make it home, but now I'm saying I don't want him to overhear me. Another strange feeling passed through Selim. Such a stupid, inferior trait of humans. What does it matter if another human overhears you doing what literally every human does? I swear they strive on folly.
He went and leaned against a wall to wait his turn, tactfully positioning himself both adjacent to the stall and in front of the light switch. I suppose if I'm playing the part of a stupid boy who can't hold it until he gets home, I may as well play the part well.... I've come this far, haven't I? Selim moved his hips up and down, mimicking the motion he'd seen countless boys do in the past when they were holding it and trying to be subtle. He then removed his black shoulder bag and leaned it against his feet and the edge of the wall for the stall.
Perfect. He thought.
Cory noticed immediately and stared at him, his eyes wide and boyish. Selim's cheeks flushed. Such a... strange feeling. I feel so...
Cory's monologue tapered off and his lips curled up into a grin. “Could it be? The Fuhrer's perfect son doing a potty dance? I never thought I'd see the day.”
Keith walked in as Cory was speaking, just in time to hear him. Everybody looked at Selim—even the two boys at the urinals glanced back. Selim gritted his teeth.
You're gonna regret making a fool out of me, Cory. You should know better by now....
Selim forced himself to chuckle. “Well, I guess even the Fuhrer's son has to pee sometimes.”
“Kinda looks like he might pee-pee in his pants if he doesn't go soon.”
Selim briefly entertained the idea of stabbing Cory through the heart, but in the end took advantage of how he had expertly taken everybody's attention off the stall door. While their eyes were averted, Selim used the shadow his human body cast on the wall, and subsequently on the light switch he'd leaned against, to extend his real body into the wiring. He turned the lights off.
The bathroom was illuminated only by the small amount of light that poured in through the cracks of the door.
“Oh shit.” Cory said.
“Damn, I can't see!” Kelly complained, the sound of his piss splattering against the porcelain still faint in the background.
Selim used the darkness to cast his real body behind his bag and into the stall. He quickly but carefully closed the stall door and locked it. All within a few seconds, his real body was once again concealed, and he'd turned the lights back on.
And nobody can suspect me either, since the light switch requires a key and the stall door is out of reach.
Out of reach for a human, that is.
“Must have been an outrage,” Cory pointed out.
“What gave it away.” Selim said, shifting on the spot again.
I don't have to distract them anymore. He thought to himself. But... I don't want them to... suspect anything. Yes, it would be best to keep pretending like I am desperate.
In the corner of his eyes, Selim could see Keith. The boy looked around for a moment, surprised as anybody else by the lights, but stayed uncharacteristically silent about it. A moment later he took a step forward and then jolted. His eyes were on the closed stall door. They widened a bit with subdued shock.
You could have swore it was open....
Keith's body relaxed a bit. He took a step back, looked at Selim and Cory, and then gave a longing look at the urinals.
...No, not longing. Selim thought. That's desperation. Maybe even some worry.
The interloping boy at the furthest urinal stepped away and covered himself. Keith's eyes followed him, and then looked expectantly at Selim and Cory.
“If I was a worse friend, I'd rush over to the urinal and make you wait even longer.”
You mean if you weren't terrified of me. A natural smile came over Selim's lips. It shouldn't surprise me, though. After all, you want to see it just as badly as I do....
Cory's comment agitated Keith to the point he could no longer stay still. His movements were still subtle, but his body seemed stiff now, and real worry in his eyes.
“If you did that, I'm afraid I'd have to 'pee-pee' in your shoes.” Selim replied, moving toward the free urinal. “But it looks like you made the right-”
“-Instead of in your pants, you mean?” Cory laughed.
Selim's eyes narrowed for a second, just long enough for Cory to see. The boy looked away and his laugh faded. He licked his lips nervously, knowing immediately he'd gone too far.
That's Cory's problem, Selim thought. He's a bigger idiot than the rest of them.
But he is my idiot.
Selim approached the urinal and reached for his shorts. He looked over a bit, watching Keith in the corner of his eyes.
For a lot of humans, standing makes the urge worse. For even more, walking into a bathroom makes it worse than that.... Selim pulled his shorts and briefs down, revealing himself to the urinal for the first time in a long time. For some the sound of splashing water makes it worse.
Selim stood there for a moment, making it clear he could stand there. Making it clear that he, both Selim Bradly, son of the Fuhrer, and Pride, the oldest homunculus, could stand there and not start pissing immediately. Even if he would lower himself to relieving himself during school, and even if he would lower himself to squirming for greater purposes, he would not lower himself to that.
--After all, he thought. If I was human, I'd know my limits. I wouldn't let it get so bad so that I had to worry about something as degrading as pissing myself.--
After his pause, he used his philosopher stone to create water inside of him, and then expelled it out of his member. It started off slow at first, and picked up speed. He never let it become the unruly explosion he'd heard from other boys in the past, but rather a steady, powerful jet. And while most boys fired that jet directly into the porcelain, he fired his directly into the water below.
Shrrrrrr....
The sound echoed throughout the bathroom, making all of them look over at him for a moment, before looking away a moment later.
I wonder what they think of it. Do they think I'm oblivious? That I'm brave? That I just don't care, because I'm Selim Bradly, son of the Fuhrer?
And then he caught sight of Keith. He had both hands in his pockets now, his shoulder pack slowly sliding down his arm.
He's holding himself, Selim thought, a small smile appearing on his lips. He's trying to hide it, but the way he's just subtly bent forward.... Anywhere else and maybe he could hide it. But in a bathroom? Waiting in line to pee?
Had he been alone, Selim would have shrugged. It's your own fault for holding it so long.
Selim let his flow splatter forcefully into the water for some time. Before Kelly finished, Keith had been reduced to gyrating his hips. He stared at Selim and Kelly, his eyes wide and desperate now.
In only a few minutes he went from sitting still to this. Selim thought. Humans are so strange. All it took was a different posture, a different setting, and a little ambiance, and Keith is about to piss himself before he even gets to the bus.
Their stupidity entertains me sometimes, if nothing else.
Selim kept his stream going hard and steady as Kelly flushed and moved away from the urinal. Cory approached it.
“Jesus,” he murmured. “You really had to go.”
Selim smiled. “I can hold it for a really long time.”
“You normally hold it this long?” Cory asked, one eyebrow raised. He snorted. “That can't be good for you.”
With Cory gone and nobody there to directly see him squirm (or mock him for doing it), Keith's legs began to move up and down. He sucked his lower lip for a moment and leaned in. His lip came out of his mouth, but he stayed leaned forward.
I didn't think the boy would actually lose control, but the longer this goes on... Selim smiled inwardly. If you're this sensitive, you should have known better than to hold it so long.
Selim let his stream turn into a trickle and then into short bursts. His goal was to finish at just about the same time as Cory, without making obvious his water was unlimited.
Keith went from foot to foot, clutching himself through his pockets while he waited. Selim wanted to see it get worse, to see him cry and to see him even beg for them to hurry, but it looked as if it had reached it's peak for the time being.
The moment Cory began to re-cover himself, Keith dropped his bag on the floor and approached. He was only a few steps behind him when Cory flushed and stepped away.
It seemed like Keith's urge had gotten marginally worse the moment he'd seen Cory begin to finish. He had one hand in his pocket now, but the whole thing was clearly clutching his groin. He moved from foot to foot in an erratic pattern, making it clear every microsecond mattered at this point.
Come on. Selim thought. Just piss yourself. At this point that would be slightly less degrading than all the things you've done to prevent it.
The boy rushed up to the urinal and yanked his shorts down. Within a second there was a quick splatter of piss in the water below, and a few seconds a later, his stream started, much like Selim's at first, but it quickly accelerated into an explosion.
How... undignified. Selim thought, with a mixture of deep fascination and disgust for humanity.
How undignified, but how... interesting, too. |
Hi everyone, long time lurker, first time poster here! Decided to have a go at writing a fiction for the first time!
It will be something of a multi-chapter story, I think. Basically just an idea that's been floating around in my head for some time. I'll probably publish here and there when I have the free time, and I won't be taking it mega seriously in terms of editing to make it really "literary" or super fleshed out. Just want to have some fun with this! Please let me know in comments or replies what you think or what you might like to see!
Chapter One
Breakdown
Madison and I have been friends forever. Well, maybe not, but it really feels that way. In reality, it’s been a little over three years, but we’ve crammed enough into three years to fill three decades. From holidays abroad, double dates, awful parties, four and a half boyfriends between us (it’s a long story), we’ve been through literally everything two maladjusted twenty-somethings could experience.
That is, until the summer of ’18 when Madison broke both of her legs.
I remember the middle of the night phonecall like it was yesterday. I had been up finishing an essay till 1am and when what I thought was an alarm went blaring at 4:18, I almost turned my phone off and went back to sleep. But when I saw Madison’s mother – (Mrs K) saved in my phone) as the caller ID, I remember my heart plummeting to my stomach.
The story was she had gotten on the back of a motorcycle. She knew the guy – well enough to accept a ride – but probably not well enough to trust him, she later admitted to me sheepishly. Of course he lost control of the bike, crashed into the arse of a Ford Fiesta at a red traffic light. The guy was fine, few stitches and right as rain, but poor Madison took the brunt of it. She spent five days in hospital. Most of which I stayed with her. Summer was coming and I had no responsibilities, bar a weekend job working nights. We sat and gossiped and giggled over the baby faced student doctors.
Madison’s mother offered to take Madison back to the family home to fully recuperate. She’d be bed bound for at least a week, according to the doctor, and it would be too much hassle, apparently. Of course I disagreed. We had a ground floor flat, a well-stocked fridge and bedrooms right next to each other. The only time she’d have to spend alone would be a handful of hours on Saturday and Sunday. Luckily Madison agreed and we successfully wore down her mother.
Madison came home on Tuesday morning, carefully assisted by myself and her dad. Once her parents finally left, leaving a laundry list of things to do for her while she was bedbound, I climbed into bed with her and we put Netflix on. We watched her favourite – The Great British Bake off – for a few hours when I noticed she was wriggling around a lot more than usual.
“You alright, Mads?” I murmured, mesmerised by rising dough on the tv screen.
“Mm.”
“You sure? You’re fidgeting. Like, a lot. Uncomfy? Need more pillows?”
“No…”
“Itchy? Need me to get an itch?”
“Noo…” she was still fidgeting, as much as her broken legs would allow. She also wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“Maddie, what’s wrong?” I rounded on her, suddenly concerned.
Her voice came out in a whisper. I paused Bake Off, asked again.
“I need a wee…”
“You need a…” I was dumbfounded for a second. “Oh, you need a wee! Silly Mads! You should have just said. C’mon, I’ll help ya.”
“I… I can’t…” Maddie’s arm went limp in my hand. “I have to stay in bed.”
I blinked in confusion. “Even if you need a wee?”
“Uh-huh…”
“But… you were in the hospital, right? How did you wee there?”
“Bedpan.” Maddie’s face was beetroot.
“Ohhh…Well, did they give you one for at home?”
“I think it’s in that bag Dad left on the floor. Could you…have a look?”
“Of course,”
I rifled through the back. Maddie’s favourite shampoo, her cherry patterned short pyjamas, pain medication, instructions for keeping her cast clean. But nothing that looked like a bedpan.
“Mads, call me stupid if you want, but…what’s a bedpan look like?”
“It’s this rounded thing… looks kinda like a potty for kids.”
I had another rummage in the bag. “Maddie, I hate to tell you this… but I can’t see it in here.”
“You’re joking?” Maddie sat up a little straighter. “No, please tell me you’re joking…”
“I swear on my life,” I said, upturning her bag and emptying it out.
I watched her eyes widen with horror and her hands slowly drift under the cover towards her lap. “Why isn’t it there? Oh God…”
“Maybe your parents have it?”
“I’m not ringing them up to ask!” she squealed, her face blushing even redder than before. “They didn’t even know I needed one! You know my parents, we don’t talk about that sort of stuff.”
“Then what can I do to help?” I asked, getting to my feet. “Can I help you out of bed?”
“I can hardly walk!” Maddie protested. “I’m exhausted! And if I go down, I’m done for! I can’t risk it until the bone sets properly – or whatever the hell the doctor said.”
I perched on the end of Maddie’s bed. “Well, what am I supposed to do?” I asked, feeling a strange hot rush of embarrassment go through me. Of all the things Maddie and I had shared, I couldn’t honestly remember seeing her pee before. She was oddly shy about bodily functions and while they didn’t bother me as such, I was in no way an exhibitionist. “How bad do you have to go?”
“Really bad. Like an 8.”
“Oh my God, Mads, why didn’t you say earlier?”
“I didn’t exactly want to broadcast the fact I’m supposed to be using a bedpan!”
“Well, you’re not using anything at this moment.” I mused. “Not unless we can improvise in some way. Where do we get bedpans?”
“Medical supply places. Or online.” Maddie had both hands in her lap and was wiggling furiously. “But that doesn’t help me now!”
“I know, I know…” I said, glancing around the room. “Gosh, Mads, I don’t know what to suggest here!”
“Well please find something!” she gasped. “I can’t hold on long! And I really don’t want to wee the bed! I haven’t weed the bed since I was tiny!”
“Oh my god…” I murmured. Maddie weeing the bed was looking like a dire possibility. But what could I do? Watching her squirming was an awful sight, her face screwed up in pain. To my horror, I saw tears dripping down her cheeks.
“Stupid legs!” she cried. “Everything would be fine if it wasn’t for these stupid legs! I really have to gooooooo! Maddie, please, I’m gonna wee myself!”
I couldn’t leave her like this. I glanced around the room and my eyes finally settled on something. “Hang on, Mads.” I reassured her. “I’ve got an idea.” |
Chapter Two
Of all the things I expected to be doing to take care of somebody, this was not one I had ever considered.
“Alright, Mads. Let’s get this sorted.”
Maddie was a meticulously tidy person normally - a place for everything and everything in its place sort of girl - but one thing I never got done telling her was leaving towels on the floor. Rather than dry herself in our cramped bathroom, Maddie preferred wrapping herself up in a towel and getting ready in her own room. Often, she left towels on the floor. And thankfully for me, one was lying balled up in the corner, forgotten about since she came home.
It was still slightly damp and smelled a bit funny, but it was thick and long and I was able to fold it up three or four times to make a large pad.
“You alright babe?”
“I’m hanging on,” she said grimly.
“Okay. Relief incoming, I promise. Come here.”
I whipped back the covers. Maddie was in another of her favourite pyjama sets - a blue and lilac Little Mermaid set.
“Can you pivot yourself up at all?” I asked.
“Not well,” she admitted, but she gamely tried her best, supporting herself on her elbows to lift her bum up as high as she could.
I slipped the towel underneath her and spent a few seconds repositioning it. The whole time Maddie squirmed all the more. “Please hurry...” she pleaded, her round eyes watering.
“I’m doing my best babe. Am I... am I okay to slip these down?”
“Of course! I don’t wanna wee in my shorts! That’s counterproductive!”
“Alright smartbum. Hang on.”
I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled, exposing her tiny mound to the air. I had seen it before, so many times, as we had gotten changed together umpteen times and often walked in on each other in shared bathrooms. Hers was tiny and perfect. Scatterings of pubic hair had sprouted and I giggled. “You need a shave!”
“Don’t I know it! Ahh, can I pee now?”
“Hold it just a few seconds longer so I can check the towel is safe,”
It wasn’t until I pulled her shorts down to her thighs that I noticed some tiny wet marks in the crotch of them. She had been leaking already? I felt my heart swell. Poor girl. She must be desperate.
“Please...!” She gasped. “I’m gonna wee!”
“Okay okay,” I said, hastily performing the needed adjustments. I hoped she wasn’t holding onto too much as the towel probably couldn’t handle a massive soaking, but if a couple of drops hit the sheet and mattress then we could live with that. “Right, I think you’re safe. You can g-oh?”
She had started weeing before I even finished my sentence. With a long, guttural moan, wee started flowing from underneath her. I watched in fascination as the towel darkened, the clear liquid streaming out.
“Don’t look!” She squealed.
“I’m... I’m just making sure the towel doesn’t overflow!” I said, only half truthfully.
I peered closer. Maddie showed no signs of stopping. The wee was being absorbed, trickling down across the slit of her vagina and pooling underneath her bum.
“You almost done, babe?”
“Nearly I think,”
It was going to be okay. With a final gurgle and trickle, Maddie pushed the last of her wee out and her head collapsed back into the pillow. “That felt so good...!”
“I’ll bet,” I grinned. “Come here, let me see that.”
“Ewww, you don’t wanna touch my pee!”
“Someone’s got to,” I fired back. I gently extracted the sopping wet towel, a large, perfectly circular wet patch in the middle of it. “How much were you holding?” I gaped
“I hadn’t peed all day!” She admitted sheepishly.
“You’re a wonder,” I grinned. “Hang on a minute.”
Leaving her still with her bits exposed to the air, I dropped the sodden towel into the washing machine. Just before I went back, I grabbed a roll of toilet paper which I flung at her. “Here,” I giggled as it bounced off her tummy. “Can you wipe yourself?”
“I think so,”
She cleaned herself off as best she could and together we got her shorts pulled back up. “There. Good as new,” I teased.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, reaching up to give me a cuddle. “That must have been quite a sight for you,”
“Mads, there’s like nothing that can shock me,” I giggled. “It’s fine. You’re not able to get to the toilet.”
“Yeah, but...” Maddie suddenly looked sad. “What am I supposed to do? I’m gonna have to wee and...other things... a lot during the day. I can’t wee into every towel we have—“
“Don’t worry babe. I’ll figure something out,” I said, though I was no closer to an answer than I was flying to the moon. “Listen, how long will it be till you need a wee again?”
“I think I’ll be alright for a couple of hours or so,”
“Okay.” That was a manageable timeframe. “Here’s what I’ll do. I’ll go stick a washing on, make sure to wash that towel, then take a trip into town. See if I can find you one of those bedpan things.”
“Are you sure? That’s so much trouble...”
“It’s fine! I needed to go down anyway. Right, you’re sure a couple of hours is okay?”
“Yeah, pretty sure.
To be on the safe side, I left her propped up under another folded towel. I made her a drink and a snack, turned the tv off and told her to try and get some rest. She looked exhausted and I’m pretty sure she was asleep before I turned the key in the lock.
As I stepped outside into the brisk summer air and set off toward town, I took in a deep breath. Towels would work in a pinch, but was I really going to find a long term solution? I had to at least try. For Maddie. |
Chapter 3
When I returned home later that day, the house was still and quiet. Maddie was asleep, snoring gently, exactly where I left her. The covers hid her modesty as I had left her with her shorts still around her thighs in case she needed a wee while I was gone and she couldn’t get her shorts down.
I gingerly lifted the covers to inspect any damage. Towel was dry. Trying not to look so long at her perfect little mound, I covered her back up again. The movement woke her and she stirred.
“Hello sleepybear,” I grinned, sitting at the edge of the bed.
“Hey,” she smiles sleepily. “You okay?”
“I’m good. I got you... uh. Something I hope will help,”
I tipped the contents of the heavy bags onto the bed. Big thick packages dropped onto her lap and her eyes widened in shock. “What are those? Nappies?!”
“Incontinence pads, actually,” I said, remembering the name the shop assistant had used. “But yeah, for all extents and purposes... nappies,”
“You have to be joking. I can’t wear these!”
“Mads, we don’t have a choice.” I said wearily. “That place in town doesn’t sell bigger “incontinence equipment”,” I added the air quotes for effect. “We’d need to travel to the next city or order online. And I’ve already checked, would take at least 3-4 days to get here. I’ll order you a bedpan if that’s what you want, but until then, these are the only option.”
“Oh my god...” she moaned.
“Look, it’ll be alright! They can handle, uh... several... uses,” I said delicately. “So one can last you a good couple of hours at least. So you don’t have to get them changed constantly.”
Although she sighed and huffed and cringed, she was surprisingly accepting of it. Perhaps she was just resigned to her fate, I don’t know, but she came around to the idea far quicker than I expected. “So how long do I have to wear them?”
“Maybe just under a week?”
“Well okay then,” she pulled one of the padded monstrosities out and wrinkled her nose. “These are huge.”
“They’re meant to hold...what was it?” I peered at the packaging. “3-4 moderate uses. So maybe four wees. Well, maybe two or three if you have big ones like before!”
“Ha ha,” she said dryly. “Well you better help me into it,”
“I will,” I promised. “I just wanna figure out how to work them first...”
As I grappled with the tags on the nappies, Maddie waited patiently. She put her tv show back on in the background and was quickly absorbed back into it. But just as I snapped open the tags, ready to slide her into a nappy, I saw her thighs twitch together.
I eyed her suspiciously. “Mads. Do you need a wee?”
“Huh?” She looked up at me, all brown eyes and shy smile. “Uhh.. I dunno. Maybe?”
“Well I’m not putting a nappy on you for you just to wee in it the second it goes on,”
“Isn’t that the point of them?”
“I’d rather you got as much use out of them as possible. They aren’t cheap and I really don’t want to be seen and judged buying so many again,” I was bending the truth here. Money wasn’t an objection, not when it came to Maddie, and self checkout machines were a godsend. Yet the words slipped out of my mouth all the same. “If you need a wee-wee, use the towel,”
“A wee-wee?” She giggled. “You’re so weird. How old are you again?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said blushing to the tips of my hair. “Just please wee there?”
“Okay okay,” she sighed. “I don’t think I’ve got much though,”
“It’s okay. Just wee out what you can. Lift the covers up, though. I don’t want them to get wet...”
With the covers successfully lifted away, Maddie’s face briefly marred with concentration. Then a slight trickle and hiss as pee slipped from between her lips. It pooledunderneath her immediately to be absorbed, lasting only seconds this time.
“All done, babe?”
“All done,”
I lifted the wet towel from underneath her. The wet spot was no bigger than a handprint size this time but there was still no discernible smell. Now naked from the waist down, I could see a few drops of pee clinging to her.
“Right, here we go,”
I slid the bottom of the nappy under her, pulled right on the tabs and folded up the front part. As I worked, my fingertips made gentle contact with her delicate lips and she shivered.
“Sorry babe!” I hissed, mortified.
“S’Okay,” she murmured. “It’s just cold,”
I pulled the tabs closed and there she was - protected and covered. “Okay.” I said, satisfied with how the nappy was sitting. “Need anything before I sit down with you? Snack? Phone charger?” I paused. “Juice?”
“I’d love a coke if we have any in,”
“Sorry. Lemonade or nothing,”
“Lemonade is good then,”
“Alright,”
I returned to the kitchen, plopping the newer wet towel into the machine. I turned the cycle on, not even paying attention to which setting I picked. I felt hot and flushed inside. My best friend was sitting in the other room, in a nappy, that she was all too prepared to use. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but for some reason I felt excited.
I couldn’t wait to see her pee again. |
Chapter 7
The best thing about my flatmate is just how accepting she is. There can't be many girls who, when waking up next to their best friend wearing one of their incontinence nappies, simply laugh and ask if I "enjoyed" it. I laughed, inwardly daring myself to say to her "Feel for yourself." But she was way ahead of me, her thin, cool fingers immediately finding the soft warmth inbetween my legs. She gave it a firm squeeze and squealed in delight.
"Look at you!" she shrieked with laughter, giving it another squeeze. "You actually weed in it! Oh, bless you. You don't even have to wear these things and you're doing it anyway."
I felt a red hot flush from the tip of my head all the way down. "Well, yeah..." I mumbled.
"Oh, no, I don't mean it like that!" Maddie's whole face suddenly softened and she grabbed my hands. "No, I didn't mean it like that. No, it's... it's super sweet that you're doing this. It's made me feel way better about the whole situation. You know, it takes some of the attention of "Maddie can't go for a wee under her own power". I just... I just think... it's super sweet..."
I was beginning to notice her fidgeting a little - well, as much as a woman bedbound with two broken legs and a companion sleeping next to her could fidget.
"I just wanna say thanks," she finished clumsily.
"S'okay babe. I get what you mean," I gave her hand a squeeze. "Besides, it was quite fun to wear."
I thought she might grimace at my admission, but her face lit up again. "Yeah?"
"Well yeah. I mean, I'm always a fan of not having to get up to pee!" I couldn't help but blush again. The memory of my furious orgasm after my late night wetting was fighting to the front of my memory. I had a feeling it probably wasn't best quite yet to admit I found the whole thing a bit of a turn on. Especially when Maddie was squirming away so cutely in front of me. "Mads." I said carefully. "You... gotta wee?"
"A wee bit - no pun intended!" she giggled. "But I'm not sure this one can hold an entire morning pee."
"True..." I nodded. Maddie's morning pees were almost legendary in our house. I always knew when she was up as I could always hear her barrelling through the house, banging doors, often pulling down her pyjamas with no care of who could see her to get to the bathroom. What always followed was a thundering torrent of pee that could go on for up to a minute, followed by a satisfied sigh and a "That's better!". The fact that she hadn't already wet herself this morning was a miracle in itself.
I hopped out of the bed. I felt the bottom of my nappy sag slightly, the heaviest part drooping a little further below my girlhood than I anticipated. I felt it, worryingly. Had I peed it already this morning? Was that possible? I certainly hoped not. Wearing a nappy for one night couldn't undo twenty odd years of toilet training, could it?
"Hey? I don't mean to hurry you, but I'm reaaaally getting desperate here..."
Maddie's predicament took me out of my stupor. I delved into the bag of nappies, took out a fresh one and rounded on her. "Right. Shall we get you changed?"
"I suppose." she grimaced. "I'm sorry you have to deal with it."
"Don't even worry about it."
I'd come over all hot and stuttery. My fingers didn't want to obey what my brain was telling them. I shakily pulled back the covers. Maddie was lying there, her nappy swollen almost twice its size and a faint, off-yellow colour. I poked it experimentally and it squished under the force, already fully saturated. I had to work quickly. Maddie was already wriggling and looking at me pleadingly. I had no time to feel awkward. Maddie was lying there, absolutely bursting to wee. And if she leaked, it would probably ruin the mattress, and what would happen then? It would be a ruined mattress and nowhere for her to recover.
"Right, lift up..." I whispered hoarsely and Maddie lifted her bottom up as high as she could. My trembling fingers found the tabs of her nappy and snapped them off. The nappy fell away with a soft slump, revealing Maddie's slightly damp vagina and mound, as well as a gentle smell of pee. It wasn't unpleasant, but fairly noticeable. I made a mental note maybe it would be best to change her before she went to sleep.
"Oh no!"
I jerked back into reality as a trickle of clear pee suddenly streamed out from her. It lasted only a few seconds and thankfully soaked into the nappy still underneath her but then, I heard a steady drip-drip-drip.
"Hurry!" Maddie cried.
Deciding any protection was better than no protection, I snapped open the new nappy, pulled away the old one and quickly shoved the new one underneath her. Maddie's bottom fell back to the bed, still peeing. It trickled at first and then grew. The stream pushed itself out in a clear, driving rush, splattering into the awaiting nappy. She let out a groan of relief and a soft, dreamy look came over her face. The stream intensified, raging into the nappy, clear and warm, diving into the cotton softness underneath her. It went on for thirty long seconds. My gaze fixed firmly on the wee spurting out from her. I couldn't look away until she was done.
"Enjoy the show!?" she teased after a few moments of awed silence.
"I... I have never seen so much pee before." I stammered out.
"I told you I was desperate!" She snorted and wiggled herself, a few more drops clinging to the sweet curve of her mound and finally drip-drip-dripping into her nappy. "Ahhh..." she sighed in satisfaction, then eyed me still staring. "Come on, I'm cold now!" She giggled.
"Of course, sorry..." I muttered foolishly, closing up her nappy with a flourish. I hesitated for a moment. "You sure you don't want... a fresh one?"
"No point," she shrugged airily, reaching for her phone. "They'll get used up too quickly if we do that. Especially..." she added, with a deliberate stare at me over the screen. "Especially if you're gonna be wearing them too. You know, to help me feel a bit better."
I gaped at her for a few moments and then a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. "You are amazing, you know that?" |
Chapter 9
Days slipped by, lazily, perfectly. Maddie continued to use the nappies, gaining in confidence (and brazenness) with every wet and change. As for myself, I didn’t want to end up with any reliance on them. They were expensive, after all, and Maddie’s need was far greater than mine. But it was an indescribable pleasure, every three or four nights to slip on a nappy underneath my pyjamas and wear it to bed, soaking it once before I went to sleep, wetting it if I woke up in the middle of the night and drenching it in the morning when we both woke up.
We hadn’t spoken about the kiss we shared or the intimacy that had come from nowhere since it happened for almost a week and a half. It was a burning question at the back of my brain but I didn’t dare bring it up, in case of ruining things. Some nights, especially when I slept alone, I’d bring back the memory, slip my hand under my shorts and pleasure myself to the thought of it all happening again.
Maddie was slowly growing in strength. She had been to the doctor and given some basic exercises to do to get some strength back in her legs. I’d help her with those at night, comforting her through the pain and encouraging her. It was one of those exercise sessions that things started to change again.
I was helping her lift her legs up and down when she suddenly gasped and cried out “Shit!” at the top of her lungs. Terrified that I’d hurt her, I set her leg down immediately.
”What? What happened? Are you okay?” I gasped.
Maddie looked up to me with wide eyes. Just over her heaving breath I could hear the unmistabkle noise of her pee slipping into her nappy. It was.a sound that I never got tired of being able to hear. Her face flushed bright red. “I... I weed..!”
I allowed myself to relax. “Oh, jeez, is that all? I was terrified I’d hurt you! Don’t worry, I’ll change you in a minute. You’re probably all soggy, eh?”
“No, no, it’s not that...” Maddie’s face was still flushed. “I just... I didn’t even know I had to go... it just all came out and I didn’t realise I needed to wee.”
In the silence, I heard the last of Maddie’s wee dripping into her nappy.
“That’s... a bit worrying,” I eventually said. “But don’t panic!” I added hastily when I saw her face screw up. “Mads, you’ve been wearing nappies for nearly two weeks. You’ve probably just gotten used to them. That, and you were in pain, right? Your body was probably too busy feeling pain and it didn’t register that you needed to go.”
Maddie looked almost as if she believed me but she was wringing her hands together. “This... isn’t the first time this has happened.”
”oh?”
”Yeah. A couple of other times. I’ve either thought I didn’t need it that much and it came out, or one time I didn’t feel a need at all and it just all came out of me and I didn’t realise.” She looked close to tears. “I...I... I’ve kinda... really enjoyed wearing these nappies. But... but I don’t want to be relying on them my whole life because I h-have to!” Her breath was coming in big heaving sobs now.
I clambered over to her. My knee hit something warm and wet and I looked down to see the sheet with a dinner plate sized wetness on it. Maddie’s nappy had obviously leaked. She noticed it too and started to cry even worse.
“Oh babe,” I whispered, taking her in my arms and holding her while she cried. “Come on, now. Don’t worry. Whatever happens, I’ll get you through this.”
“But I don’t want to be incontinent!” She wailed.
“I know, I know...” I soothed. “Come on. Why don’t we put you in the shower and then we can change this bed and get a fresh nappy on and cuddle up in my bed, eh?”
”But what if I piss your bed too?!”
”Hey, hey, none of that.” I chastised her. It was rare for her to use that word, so I knew she must be properly upset. “Come on. Let’s sort this out first then we’ll worry about all this later.”
i helped her, agonisingly slowly, into the shower, helped her strip naked, put the protective plastic over her casts and sitting down carefully on the plastic seat we’d stuck in the shower cubicle. I set the water on and left her to wash in peace. As she did that, I pulled the sheets from the bed. Wet, certainly, but the mattress remained mostly unscathed and her wee must have been quite clear as there was no smell when I took an experimental sniff. I balled the sheets up, left the duvet and pillows in a heap on the floor and left the mattress exposed to the air with the window left open a crack.
After Maddie shouted that she was done, I helped her out the shower and into a new nappy and a pair of clean warm pyjamas. We then sat in my bed in front of one of her favourite movies and I teased her hair into gentle curls, feeling the tension melt from her body as I worked.
Halfway through the movie, she suddenly tensed and I knew she was weeing. I stroked her along her back, murmuring comfort into her ear. I rested my head on her shoulder, feeling my warm cheeks against her cool neck. My arms wrapped around her and she fell into my arms when she stopped weeing.
“You okay?”
”Y-yeah. I felt... I felt the need for that one.”
”Good,” I murmured into her neck. “See? Nothing to worry about,”
”Maybe,” she didn’t sound entirely convinced but she was certainly more relaxed. She smelled divine, of cocoa butter and baby powder and I wanted more than anything to kiss her. I tested the water, by dropping a soft peck on the most sensitive part of her neck. She twitched and giggled and my heart soared.
“Come on, you. Lie back with me and let’s watch the end of this, okay?”
We lay back. Her hand found mine and we stayed like that for the rest of the film. By the time the credits were rolling, Maddie’s eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily, in the depths of sleep. As I shut the tv off and settled down myself, I heard the unmistakable noise of Maddie peeing into her nappy.
She was asleep though. Completely and utterly asleep. The stream went on for a full 30 seconds and Maddie didn’t even move. Worry stabbed at my heart. Was she bedwetting now? It would break her heart to know about it.
I lay awake for ages, trying to figure it all out. |
Since it's on sale on PSN, I recently started playing Gravity Rush, and I've gotten pretty attached to the main character, Kat. After a quick search, I was surprised to see that there have been no fictions of her on this site, especially since her gravity powers could lead to some fun accidents, so I decided to give it a go. I'm not too far in the game, so please excuse me if she seems a little out of character. Any criticism is welcome.
A lot had happened to Kat recently. First she woke up with no memories, then she learned she had a cat named Dusty who she could use to control gravity, then a fortune teller gave her directions to find "the man of her destiny". She had been excited until it turned out to be some old guy. The old guy then teleported her into a magical world full of floating islands and platforms made of rubble.
"Ugh, follow the flowers he says." Kat complained to Dusty as she trudged along, using her gravity shifting powers to fly from platform to platform.
"Man, why do all these platforms have to be at different angles? I'm not even confident which way is up anymore. I'm pretty sure it's that way?" She said as she pointed... up? "And that's not even my biggest problem." Kat sighed and looked down at her now bulging bladder. She wasn't warned before she was taken here, so she didn't exactly have time to take care of her needs before the trip.
She couldn't see anyone in this strange place, so it was tempting to just squat down and pee where she stood, but She was wearing a black romper, so it wouldn't be possible for her to pee without stripping naked first, thus she was waiting until she found a place with a little more cover than a flat platform.
Finally she saw it, the perfect place to relieve herself. It was a giant pillar, she could just fly to the top of it. Then, even if there were someone else in this abyss, she would be too high up to see. She quickly enacted her plan, flying up to the top of the pillar and looking around.
"Good, not a soul in sight." She said as she began the process of removing the romper. It was halfway off, exposing her breasts, when she suddenly heard a voice from right in front of her.
"Ooh, they're pretty small, but they're cute. I like it! I'd give her an 8/10."
Kat's eyes went wide as she looked up to see that a boy had suddenly just appeared right in front of her. Her face turned red and she hastily covered her chest with her hands.
"What do you think you're doing?!" She screamed.
"Huh... Wait! You can see me!?" The boy looked shocked. "Oh god, how long has it been since someone was able to see me? I have so much I want to talk abou-" the boy didn't get to finish his sentence before he began to phase back into nothing, just as quick as he had appeared.
Kat was just left standing there, mortified.
"Oh of course, this place is inhabited by invisible people... WAIT...NO...WHAT?!"
"Man... there's no way I can pee here now. What if someone's watching and I just don't know it?" Kat groaned, defeated.
With no chance of relief in sight, she pressed on, flying from platform to platform. Her bladder felt like a rock, and whenever she changed gravity, she could feel it getting shaken around. Moreover, her hands had taken permanent residence in her crotch. She wouldn't be able to take much more of this.
Finally it happened, she landed on a platform and felt a small spurt of urine hit her pants and doubled over.
"Oooooh" she moaned as she regained her composure.
"Ugh, I can't take this anymore! I don't care who's watching anymore! I need to pee so bad!"
She again began to peel off her romper. Once her breasts were free she looked around suspiciously.
"Nope, no pervy ghost boys in sight."
She finally peeled off the rest of the romper, exposing her pussy to the fresh air. Not wanting to dirty her outfit, she simply held it in her hand.
"Finally! Sweet relief, I have dreamt of thee!" She joked as she spread her legs and relaxed her muscles. Piss began to flow from her legs, up and away from the ground.
"Wait... WHAT!?"
Kat had forgotten she was still disoriented. Her bladder troubles had distracted her from the fact that she still didn't know where up was. She realized far too late that she was currently standing upside down due to her gravity powers.
"OHGODNONONOSTOPSTOPEWEWEWEWWW"
Her bladder refused to answer her commands. Her hot piss began to flow from her thighs and up her chest. She gagged as it began to enter her nose and mouth eventually flowing through her hair. She slammed her free hand into her crotch in a feeble attempt to stop her current crisis, but all that accomplished was now piss was flowing up her arm.
After what felt like hours, Kat's golden shower subsided. She hadn't just peed herself, she had peed all over herself, leaving a very wet and naked Kat. She looked down and noticed Dusty staring at her.
"Don't give me that look. It could have happened to anyone." She said trying to justify the personal tragedy that had just transpired.
"It's gross, but at least it's easy to clean." She sighed as she hopped off the platform, letting the wind dry her off, before she returned her clothes to their natural position and continued her journey. |
Disclaimer: The characters Lyra and Sosha that I am using are from the website HD Wetting and HD Diapers. My work is fan produced. This story is original to me and does not carry any sort of official sanction from HD Wetting or Fuzzy Squirrel Productions.
Warnings for adult language, situations, and not having a beta.
Lyra sat in the front seat of her car sideways, with the door open, while lacing up her walking shoes. The day was beautiful, as early Spring had finally broke through the heavy grasp of Winter. She breathed deeply, taking in the scent of blossoms on the wind.
She desperately attempted to let nature erase her shitty day at work. Her team was incompetent, the product was half-done, and the due date was Tuesday. She’d have to pull the whole update out of her ass over the weekend. Salaried employees didn’t get overtime, but she knew that the 65 hours she’d put in for the week were far from done.
Fuck it, it was Friday. It was absolutely gorgeous outside, and she had time to enjoy it, dammit.
She slipped back into her little car. It was tiny, but it was her first. Sure, she rode public transportation most days to work, but there were days that she’d hop in her little VW GTI and go for a drive. Pleasure in the small things, she guessed.
With another deep breath, she leant over to grab her bag, when a brunette a few meters away caught her eye.
The woman looked a bit taller than Lyra, with highlights in her shoulder length brown hair. She wore cute glasses, with thin frames. Her brown eyes were catching, but held a hint of distress. Lips drawn thin and pouting, the woman seemed upset. She had perky breasts, with the outline of a lacy bra under her t-shirt. Her jeans were faded and torn at the knees and she wore trainers similar to Lyra’s.
Lyra’s attention was drawn back to her troubled face. The woman took to her phone, having a harried conversation. Her lips were still tight.
For just a moment, the woman bent at the middle, slipping her hand between her legs.
Holy shit, Lyra thought, she has to pee. What would make her shit week better? A gorgeous woman desperate for a pee as she secretly watched on. She smiled to herself.
There were Port-A-Johns around this park, but they were notoriously horrible. Lyra had once had to use one and it’d looked like someone had flung shit all over the door.
The woman was bouncing from foot to foot, looking as though she was trying to keep back a torrent. She bent at the middle again, pressing her thighs together tightly.
The phone call looked to distress her further, as she began speaking with her hands. The woman punctuated her words with sharp gestures.
Lord, this was hot.
The woman’s actions drew the ire of a large moustached man who threw her a scowl from his spot on the nearby park bench.
Again, she bent at the middle, slipping her hand between her legs for just a moment.
The man rolled his eyes and kept his disgust trained on the woman.
She returned to her call, her hands now pleading.
Lyra turned toward the sudden roaring of a large sanitation truck pulling up. Two men in soiled uniforms left the truck, unfurling long hoses, heading for the Port-A-John.
Noticing that the woman’s one choice for relief was suddenly gone, a pang of empathy grasped her heart. As hot as it was that the woman was desperate, Lyra didn’t want to her to be in trouble. If that woman were to have an accident, Lyra wanted her eyes to be the only ones who saw.
Lyra returned her gaze back to what she wanted to see, as the woman looked to be in greater distress, thighs tightly pressed, with her left hand between her legs. Squirming, she looked to the Port-A-John, blanched, and turned her back to Lyra.
There was an audible gasp elicited from the suddenly still woman.
Attention held fast, Lyra stared at the woman’s bottom, noticing a small wet patch forming. She got out of her car making her way toward the action, as the furious man stood. Lyra’s eyes were trained on the accident as it unfolded. The wet spot grew in size, streaking down the woman’s jeans. Rivulets of gold streamed forth, soaking her backside. The woman relaxed the tension between her legs and a hissing surge broke forth, running the length of her legs, and pooling at her feet.
“‘The hell is wrong with you?” The man demanded, an accusational finger jabbed in the woman’s direction. “Were you raised in a goddammed barn?”
The woman turned towards him, a shamed scowl on her face. “Leave me alone.” She looked down at her wetting, as her jeans still dripped.
The man went red. “Excuse me?” he began, nearing ever closer. “How dare you, you stupid bitch? This is a public park. Have enough respect for yourself and the other people around here to not be so nasty!”
Lyra was there as the man’s tirade tore into the woman. She daren’t speak up, but instead, she slipped her hand around hers.
The woman looked down at her hand and sucked in a sob. Confusion quirked her eyebrows.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Lyra said, voice quiet from fear. “But I’m here. Let me get you home.”
The man’s scowl soured. “Oh.” He looked as though he’d figured it all out. “Ya’ll’re dykes and this is some kinky game, isn’t it?”
Lyra tried to ignore his words, but his ignorance stung. “Let’s get you home. Okay, sweetheart?”
The woman took Lyra’s hand. “Okay,” she said, as she strode away with newfound confidence, nearly dragging Lyra behind.
Lyra regained her wherewithal and lead the woman toward her car. “It’s the grey GTI.” Lyra fumbled with her keys, unlocking the car with the remote.
The fuming man followed, shouting horrid things at the two. “Freaks like you are what's ruining this country!”
Lyra wasn’t going to let this asshole get at her or the woman she was suddenly protecting. She opened the door for the woman.
“What about your seat?”
“It’s okay,” Lyra said, ushering the woman to the open door. “I just want to get us the hell out of here.”
The woman sat and Lyra closed the door for her guest. The asshole man made he way closer, shouting on about nonsense. She flung her door open and leapt inside, slamming the door closed. She puffed out a long breath, turning toward the woman. “I’m Lyra, by the way.”
The woman lit up with a giggle. “Sosha.” She offered her hand for a shake.
Lyra took Sosha’s hand and shook. “Are you okay?”
Sosha sobered and she breathed out a stuttered sigh. “Yeah.”
“Where to?”
“119 McGinty. It’s right past the intersection of 27th.”
Lyra popped her keys into the ignition and turned her car on. She knew where the location was, as it wasn’t too far from where she worked.
The angry man stood before them, shouting, and in moments, the two left him in the dust.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lyra asked.
Sosha stared out the window, watching the passersby. She heaved a sigh. “That wasn’t my first public accident.”
“Oh.” There was a moment of silence. “You’re okay, though?”
“Other than that asshole telling us that we’re going to hell and my ex blowing me off, it was almost fun.”
Hoo boy, what did that mean? “Was that your ex you were talking to?”
“Turn right here.” Sosha pointed at Cross Avenue. “Yeah. We broke up a few weeks ago. She moved out right after. Now she just comes over for casual sex. I was really hoping for a ride today, though.”
Broke up. She. Casual sex. Sweet lord, this woman was perfect. “I’m really sorry I didn’t step in earlier.”
“It’s okay, Lyra.”
Lyra shivered deep inside at the way Sosha said her name.
“I, uh, I peed myself at work a few years ago,” Lyra began. “It was the most embarrassing moment of my life.”
Sosha turned to face Lyra, her curiosity piqued. “Really?” Her voice was like velvet and her eyes, half-lidded, looked sultry. “What happened?
Oh God. Lyra just wanted to make Sosha feel better with just a tidbit. She didn’t want to talk about the moment of her life that she wished she didn’t exist.
“Oh, uh, I, uh…” Lyra could feel her face go red.
Sosha was still looking.
Lyra puffed out a tiny sigh and began. “I moved here for work after college. I’m from the Midwest originally. I did really well in school.”
“Make a left up here,” Sosha directed with a point.
“I was accepted to Miami of Ohio. Buckled down. Graduated Magna Cum Laude.”
Sosha giggled.
“I know, but I graduated top of my class in business. I got sniped by GloboChem right away. They offered me way too much money and a signing bonus, so I took it.” Lyra took the left, a bit of confidence in her worth seeped into her words. “Moved out here.” She sighed again, glancing downward. She wasn’t proud of the moment she recalled. It wasn’t fun or sexy. It was a humbling embarrassment. “My first big meeting I had to give info on the product we’d been working on and I was incredibly nervous. I knew everything about I needed to know, but it was still scary. I went in having to pee. The meeting was 3 and ½ hours, with a ½ hour break in the middle. I couldn’t break away to pee. I gave our presentation, but half-way through the other team’s presentation,” she sighed again, “I couldn’t hold it anymore and I wet myself.”
Sosha frowned. “I’m sorry.” She placed a warm hand on Lyra’s arm.
“When I was cleaning myself up, the COO came in to check on me. She got my gym bag for me and said that there were two things to know about meetings. Either you take your piss break or wear a diaper.”
Sosha’s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. “Holy shit.”
“That’s what I said. I mean, this is the COO of a Fortune 50 company and I didn’t see her leave to pee for the break.”
There was a moment of laden silence.
“Do you wear diapers?” Sosha asked. “I obviously didn’t today… But I do sometimes.”
Sweet Lord, if I could slam on the brakes and fuck her now, Lyra thought, I would.
“Uh.”
“I wear them around the house or for long trips. I don’t like running in them because they chafe,” Sosha said, looking a bit sheepish. “I kind of wish I’d have worn one today, though. That guy was a real ass hat.”
“I’m super sorry about that. Had I known that he’d have lost his shit, I’d’ve come to your rescue sooner.”
Sosha quirked a half smile. “Were you watching me?”
Lyra felt her face go red again.
“Did I put on a good show?” Sosha said, a sultry tone in her voice.
Shit. Lyra was glad she was wearing a pull-up to contain the amount of wetness Sosha was eliciting from her.
“We’re, um, we’re almost there.”
“Thanks for saving me. Can I call you sometime?”
Fuck yes. “Sure.” Lyra slipped her hand into the pocket of her leggings and pulled out her phone. She unlocked it with her Face ID and offered it to Sosha.
“Ooh, fancy.” Sosha went into Photos and swiped around. “I heard the camera is really good on these things.” Lyra was obviously a smart girl and kept questionable material off of her phone, as all of her photos were boring. Sosha went into the camera app and took a selfie, catching her damp midsection in the picture. She added her information to the contacts and left the wet selfie as the contact photo.
“Did you just take a picture of yourself?”
“I was checking out the camera.”
Lyra pulled up in-front of the split level house. It looked quaint, with plain window dressings and a cat on the porch. “We’re here,” she said while putting the car in park.
“Aww,” Sosha purred. “I was hoping to get to know you better.”
“You can call or text me anytime. I work a lot, but if I’m free, I’ll respond. I’m good for rides too.” Lyra turned to Sosha.
Sosha was waiting with a kiss. She gently laid her hand to the side of Lyra’s face and met Lyra’s lips softly.
Holy fucking shit.
Lyra leant in, enveloping Sosha’s lips with her own. Sosha slipped a hint of tongue before breaking away, shyly wiping the edge of her lips with her thumb.
Sosha opened the door. “Maybe next time, I can tell you about me.”
Lyra went red, the lust draining from her, as she realised that she’d monopolized the conversation. “I talked the whole time! I’m so sorry!”
Sosha gently shook her head. “It’s okay. You were cool enough to give me a ride in my wet pants. I can, at least, listen to you open up to me about your embarrassing accident.”
Sosha placed her hand back on the side of Lyra’s cheek. “Next time…” She leant in for another kiss.
Though all of this made Lyra hungry for more than a kiss, she responded in kind, meeting Sosha’s lips. This kiss was more passionate, as Lyra locked her lips against Sosha’s, both offering tongue.
Lyra’s hands moved to Sosha’s shoulders, questing and rubbing. Sosha did the same, but both were at a disadvantage, as the front seat of Lyra’s GTI didn’t hold enough room for a comfortable make-out session.
Sosha pulled away first, but jumped back with a quick playful peck. Lyra went red again, pulling away sheepishly.
“Can I call you tonight? I need to take a shower.”
Lyra sobered a bit. “Sure. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry! I’m the one who peed their pants!” Sosha quieted for a moment. “Oh my God, are you sure your seat’s okay?” She sat up, checking her damp bottom. Sure enough, the wetness had seeped through, darkening the fabric seats. A waft of urine and musk filled the small car.
Lyra waved her hands. “It’s okay. Jon at the dealership knows me. I can get it detailed this week.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.” It was Lyra’s turn to peck Sosha on the cheek. “A wet seat is a small price to pay for getting to meet you.”
Sosha went red. “I’ll call you tonight.” She left, closed the door, and rushed inside.
Slumping back into her seat, Lyra exhaled deeply. Suddenly, she had something to look forward to over the weekend and her mind raced as she made her way back home. |
Disclaimer: The characters Lyra and Sosha that I am using are from the website HD Wetting and HD Diapers. My work is fan produced. This story is original to me and does not carry any sort of official sanction from HD Wetting or Fuzzy Squirrel Productions.
Warnings for adult language, situations, and not having a beta. This is a work of fiction, as I have never had lesbian sex, and only have videos from the site as a point of reference. This is also my first smutty work. Please keep these things in mind as you read. I apologise to everyone offended.
Lyra drove just above the speed limit the whole way. The trip was a blur of lights and the blare of her music. Her pulse was fast, with excitement humming beneath her skin.
Pulling up outside 119 McGinty, she steeled herself, exhaling a controlled breath. She robotically put her car in park, threw on the emergency brake, and turned off the ignition. Again, she breathed deeply.
I’m going to get laid. It’s been too long.
With all the control she could muster, she exited her vehicle, locked it, and walked up the front footpath to the house. From outside, it looked as though there were lights on both up and down stairs.
Before she could knock, the door burst open with a squeal of delight from Sosha. “Hey, baby!” Lyra found herself engulfed in a huge hug. She squirmed a bit, unable to process the shock of what had happened.
“Hey,” Lyra mustered after a few moments.
“Come in! Come in!” Sosha grabbed Lyra’s hand and drug her right inside, slamming the door behind them. “I have a present for you.”
“Really?” Lyra’s eyebrows popped up in curiosity.
Sosha took her mark, standing on a placed chux pad on the floor. “I have to pee so friggin’ bad.”
Lyra’s eyes went wide, her jaw dropping as she took in what was unfolding before her.
Placing her hands on her hips, Sosha stood still. A torrent burst free from her middle, raining down onto the pad, liquid gold streaking down the lengths of her jeans clinging to her tight thighs. Puddles grew around her bare feet.
Holy shit.
“Holy shit.” Lyra was amazed at the sexual beauty of what she had just seen. Her pulse quickened as her libido grew. She could feel her core throbbing, aching for release. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
Sosha’s elation deflated a bit. “You no like?”
“Quite the opposite. I want to fuck you so hard right now.” Lyra tried to maintain her cool. She could feel herself shaking with anticipation. “Is there somewhere we could go and have sex?”
A giggle bubbled from Sosha. “Upstairs.” Quickly, she snatched Lyra’s hanging hands and pulled her toward the staircase. “Follow me!”
In moments, the two were up the stairs and in the first room to the right. A neatly made bed, nightstand with a lamp, a chest of drawers, and a sparse desk were the only furniture in the room.
Sosha leapt onto the bed, and on her hands and knees, she beckoned Lyra close.
“Let me help you out of those wet clothes,” Lyra said, offering her hands in assistance.
Sosha giggled. “I forgot about the pee,” she said, sheepishly. Coming to half her height, still on her knees, she tugged off her shirt, exposing her bare belly and her lacy black bra. Her navel was pierced and held a bar with black balls on the ends. Tips of tattoos that followed her pubic bone peeked out from the waist of her jeans.
The sight sent a wave of lust rushing through Lyra.
Sosha came to a sitting position and fumbled with the fly of her jeans.
Lyra took ahold of the wet denim and tugged. “The sooner we get you out of those, the sooner we can do this.” She had to fight to control her breathing, as she could feel herself panting.
Taking the cue, Sosha sloughed off her wet jeans and panties together, tossing them in a heap on the floor. She then spread her legs out wide on the bed.
“What do you want to do?”
Blind lust compelled Lyra to leap forward, hands questing, and go down on Sosha. Her lips and tongue explored Sosha’s wet crevasse, gently licking and sucking as she went along.
Sosha bucked, as she grasped handfuls of duvet. Moans of pleasure echoed throughout the room.
Lyra’s tongue found the clitoris, as Sosha’s whole body tensed and she sucked in a gasp. Lyra began her work, rubbing the tip of her tongue swiftly back and forth across it. She gently kneaded Sosha’s breasts with her hands.
The moans came quicker, and the pitch went higher.
Lyra’s deft fingers found Sosha’s erect nipples and she began to pinch and tweak at them.
Sosha’s breaths came in pants between her cries of ecstasy.
In moments, Sosha’s body tensed and arced, howling in delight. “Fuck!” she shouted. Shivers of pleasure rippled along her muscles.
Lyra raised her head, eyes alight. “Was it good for you?”
“Shit,” Sosha said, breathlessly. She curled in on herself, panting. The wind returned to her lungs and she her whole body quivered one last time. “It’s about to be good for you. Get up here.” She beckoned her lover forward.
Lyra shrugged out of her shirt and peeled off her leggings. She crawled onto the bed, still wearing her bra, panties, and socks. Her eyes burned with sexual desire.
Sosha took hold of Lyra’s bra strap and pulled her lover forward. Lyra collapsed against Sosha, who then wrapped her arms around her lover’s chest to unfasten her bra. Tossing the bra aside, Sosha grasped at Lyra’s freed breasts, while planting kisses along her lover’s neck. With a bit of force, she maneuvered her lover onto her back, with Sosha kneeling on top.
Lyra’s groans of pleasure were almost that of a short keening, every short breath was punctuated with a high pitched moan.
Sosha’s hands ran along Lyra’s chest, fingertips sensually touching. She slipped her right hand down, over Lyra’s pubic bone and into her panties.
Lyra sucked in her ecstasy, her breath loud. Her eyelids fluttered with the stimulation.
Sosha went straight for the clitoris in Lyra’s wet chasm, adroitly rubbing with her long fingers.
Lyra could hear her moans of pleasure loudly in the room, but her focus was on the spot of undiluted joy at her middle. It was as though Sosha was scratching a carnal itch deep within her.
Her climax was coming, the electric hum rising within her. Her breaths came faster, the moans louder and more sharp.
Sosha’s fingers worked both Lyra’s nipple and her clit faster.
Bellowing, the white fire of orgasm started at Lyra’s middle and washed over her like a wave. It took her a moment of panting to regain her breath.
“And?” Sosha said, removing her hand from Lyra’s panties and licking her fingers.
Lyra collapsed against the bed, her breath coming steadily and her pulse returning to baseline. “That was wonderful.”
Sosha laid beside her lover, draping a lazy arm over Lyra’s belly.
Lyra leaned in, pressing soft kisses along Sosha’s neck, breathing in the scent of her hair.
The two laid together as one for a few moments, just letting the peace of release wash over them. |
Disclaimer: The characters Lyra and Sosha that I am using are from the website HD Wetting and HD Diapers. My work is fan produced. This story is original to me and does not carry any sort of official sanction from HD Wetting or Fuzzy Squirrel Productions.
Warnings for adult language, situations, and not having a beta.
Lyra heaved a great contented sigh. “I needed that,” she said. “It’s been too long.”
Sosha looked on, head propped up on her arm. “How long is too long?”
Lyra blanched, a touch of embarrassment in her eyes. “A good year.”
“No fucking way!” Sosha shouted, incredulously. “God, I need it every few days or I’ll lose my mind.”
“I still masturbate,” Lyra said, matter of factly. “I’ve just not been with anyone else in a long time.”
“Oh. Why not?”
Lyra was impressed with Sosha’s forthrightness. “Haven’t tried, more than anything else. I used to go to Slammers downtown, but I just got too busy with work.” Slammers was the local Lesbian bar. “And I got sick of not finding the right person.”
Sosha raised her eyebrows and said “No pressure, right?”
Lyra shook her head. “It’s not like that. I’ve always been…” She sighed and continued, “Ashamed of what I like.”
“Women?”
Lyra shook her head again. “No, I’ve known I was gay since I was in second grade.”
“Aww, little gay Lyra. How’d you know?”
“We had a student teacher, Miss Shaw. I had the biggest crush on her. I used to follow her around and make her little love notes.”
“That’s pretty gay,” Sosha said, as she reached for Lyra’s hand. She took hold of it and kissed the back. “I had my first boyfriend in sixth grade and my first girlfriend right after. Boys are gross.”
“Have you ever slept with a man?”
Sosha blushed and giggled. “Does a blow job count?”
Lyra’s eyes went wide. “Please tell me it wasn’t some pimply little sixth grader.”
Sosha laughed out loud. “Lord no. It was a guy I knew forever and I figured I’d try it once. Not my thing. Maybe it’s my gag reflex or something, but I have no love for the cock.”
Lyra nodded. “I get you. I am a Gold Star lesbian.”
“Gold Star?” Sosha laid back and rearranged her pillow location.
“Never been with a man,” Lyra said, with a hint of pride.
“Does that mean I get a Silver Star since it was just that BJ?”
That elicited a laugh from Lyra. “I’ll allow it.” She placed her hand gently on the side of Sosha’s face, and leaned in for a kiss. Sosha reciprocated in kind. “This is a nice place you have,” Lyra asked drowzily.
“It was my dad’s. I inherited it when he passed away.”
Concern and compassion crossed Lyra’s face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
Sosha laid back down on her crooked arm. “It’s okay. I got kicked out of my mom’s when I came out at 15, then I moved in with my dad. He got diagnosed with ALS about a year later.”
Lyra was unable to find the words for how she felt. Sosha must have gone through a great deal. Lyra locked eyes with Sosha, trying to convey her sympathy.
“It’s really okay. He’s been gone almost five years now. He’s in a better place,” Sosha said, sobered.
Lyra laid her hand on Sosha’s shoulder.
“I like to keep it how he decorated just to keep him around. Both here and the lake house.”
Lyra’s eyes went wide. “Lake house? You have two houses?”
“He left me everything, but yeah, he used to be an architect. He actually engineered both of them.”
“Wow.”
“I know. It was neat to watch him at his drafting table.” Sosha heaved a sigh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a downer.”
Rubbing her lover’s shoulder, Lyra shook her head. “You’re not bringing me down. I’m glad to get the chance to know you better.” A moment of silence hung heavy in the room. “Favourite musician?” asked Lyra, breaking the quiet.
Sosha gave a genuine smile. “David Bowie. Yours?”
Lyra lit up. “Really? I love David Bowie! I was going to say Muse, but I’d give my left tit to have seen Bowie live. Favourite food?”
“Easy. Chocolate. You?” Sosha looked genuinely interested.
“I love whitefish sashimi,” Lyra said. “Honestly, I think fish is better raw than cooked.”
Giving a face twisted in distaste, Sosha stuck out her tongue. “Yucky.”
Lyra laughed, tapping the tip of Sosha’s nose with her finger. “You’re adorable.” She wrapped her arm around her lover and drew her near.
Sosha turned around, spooning against Lyra. “Favourite movie?”
Lyra nuzzled against Sosha’s hair, taking in the slightly fruity scent. “Uh, what is yours?” There was a lack of confidence in her response. She slung her arm over Sosha’s belly
“Moulin Rouge. Your turn.”
“The Muppet Movie.”
Sosha giggled. “Nu-huh!”
“I just love the Muppets, okay?” Lyra could feel herself blushing. “Do you, um, like the Muppets?”
“Like, Kermit and stuff, yeah they’re okay. I like Labyrinth more though. Bowie as Jareth,” Sosha moaned, “He’s on my short list of guys I’d go straight for.”
Lyra yawned. “He was pretty hot.”
“Not so much for you?”
“My list is like two guys.” Lyra caught herself yawning again. “Chris O’Dowd and Eddie Izzard. The accents kind of melt me.” Lyra took a moment to reflect on where she was and why. “Sosha?”
Sosha turned to face Lyra, her bright brown eyes smiling. “Yeah, baby?”
“That was really nice.”
Sosha threw side eye and a half scowl. “Huh,” she grunted in distaste.
Lyra went cold in fear. “What?”
“‘Nice?’ I was hoping that I blew your frigging mind. But I guess ‘nice’ is good enough.”
Lyra scrambled for words. “I mean, that was amazing… I just…”
Sosha caught Lyra’s mouth in a kiss. She pulled away and said, “I love to watch you squirm.”
Lyra enveloped Sosha in a hug. “I love to watch you squirm. You pissing your pants today might have been one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” Lyra laid back and stifled a yawn.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” Sosha asked, while snagging her nightshirt that was on the bedside table. She tugged it on over her head.
“I really should work, but fuck it. I don’t want to make myself sick getting this release out.” Lyra nuzzled Sosha’s neck, planting a few gentle kisses along the way. “I’d rather spend time with you.” She fought to hide another yawn.
“Are you tired?”
Lyra sighed. “I usually go to bed by 10 o’clock. This is way past my bedtime,” she said, glancing at the glowing 12.19am from the clock on the nightstand.
“Poor baby.” Sosha pulled the duvet up, tucking it in around Lyra.
Lyra fell asleep quickly, thinking that she was forgetting something. |
Disclaimer: The characters Lyra and Sosha that I am using are from the website HD Wetting and HD Diapers. My work is fan produced. This story is original to me and does not carry any sort of official sanction from HD Wetting or Fuzzy Squirrel Productions.
Warnings for adult language, situations, not having a beta, and this chapter being heavier than the others.
“Lyra?”
Someone was tapping her shoulder.
“Lyra, baby, you gotta wake up.”
Lyra yawned, sleep still keeping her eyes closed.
“You wet the bed.”
In a second, Lyra was awake. She was frozen, her veins filled with ice. The light from the bedside lamp burnt her eyes.
Oh, no.
“Come on. We need to change the sheets.”
Her breaths stuttered and tears pricked her eyes. Lyra stood, clothed only in wet panties and socks and stepped away from the bed.
“It’s okay, baby. I have a waterproof mattress protector.”
Lyra choked back a sob that rose in her throat. She wrapped her arms around herself, standing with her back to Sosha.
“Baby?” Sosha stopped stripping off the bed and turned with concerned eyes toward her lover.
Lyra scanned the floor, gathering up her sweatshirt. She swiped angrily at tears she couldn’t stop.
Sosha neared closer. “Lyra?” She placed her warm hand on Lyra’s frosty shoulder.
Lyra hid her face away. “I’m going.”
“What? No,” Sosha said with confusion and concern in her voice. “What’s wrong?”
“Where are my fucking leggings?” Lyra crossly asked to no-one.
Sosha turned to Lyra, her eyes set gentle empathy. “Is it because you had an accident?”
Lyra nodded, keeping her eyes downward. She scooped up her errant leggings.
Sosha engulfed her lover in a warm hug. “Baby, it’s okay. Accidents happen.”
“Can I use a towel?” Lyra asked, stiffly.
“Sure.” Sosha dashed off to fulfill Lyra’s request.
Dammit.
Lyra sniffled and tried to control the emotion that was overwhelming her. Snatching a tissue from a box that was on Sosha’s desk, she blew her nose.
I can’t believe that I let this happen again.
Sosha returned with a warm looking fluffy blue towel and a pull-up diaper. “Here, baby. Want me to dry you off?”
“No!” Lyra barked before she knew she’d said it. Startled, Sosha froze.
“No, thank you,” she said again, more calmly. She slipped out of her soaked panties and took the offered towel, drying off.
Sosha silently waited for Lyra to finish. She scooped up the wet panties and tossed them on top of the pile of dirtied sheets. “Ready for the pull-up?”
Lyra nodded to Sosha, unwilling to meet Sosha’s eyes.
“Baby,” Sosha pled, offering the diaper and stepping closer, into Lyra’s guarded area. “What’s wrong?”
Silence reigned, as Lyra slipped into the soft pull-up. She stepped away, sitting on the edge of the unmade bed, her eyes still hooded.
“My ex,” Lyra began, her voice rough with emotion, “Ann, two ‘N’s, no ‘E’ was one of the biggest butchest women I’d ever met. I sought her out because I wanted to take in lesbian culture out here. She just wasn’t into the stuff I get off on.…”
Sosha sat beside her lover and placed her doting hand on Lyra’s bare leg.
“I told her I like wetting myself and she said that it was nasty and to never do it around her. Well, one night, I stayed over and…” A small sob erupted from Lyra and she threw her hand over her mouth to tamp it down. “I accidentally wet the bed.”
“Oh.” Sosha laid her head on Lyra’s shoulder, and gently rubbed her knee.
Lyra’s hand cradled her lover’s face, all the while keeping her eyes low. “I knew she’d freak out so I swore to myself that I wouldn’t wet the bed. I prayed that I’d be dry.” Lyra’s hand slipped into her lap. “I was wrong.”
“Oh, baby,” Sosha said, empathy thick, as she wrapped her arm around Lyra’s back.
“She woke up and freaked out on me.” Lyra left a moment of silence before she continued. “Told me that I had ‘violated her trust,’ and that I needed to leave.” A cry broke free from Lyra and she covered her face with her hands.
“I want you to stay.”
After another sob emerged, Lyra stoically pressed down her emotion again. “She told everyone at Slammers that I was nasty, and that they should avoid dating me.”
Sosha’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God, what a bitch!”
Lyra sat, whimpering and shaking lightly. “I’m sorry that I did it again.”
Sosha stood, got to her knees, placing her hands over Lyra’s, and met her lover’s eyes. “Baby, it’s okay. Really.” She tried to rub warmth back into Lyra’s fingers.
“it‘s not okay.”
Looking somehow both stern and gentle, Sosha again met Lyra’s gaze. “This is my house and I decide if something is okay for not. Your accident was an accident. I’m not mad, I swear.” She offered up all of her empathy. “To be honest, sometimes I wet the bed too.”
Oh.
Something warmed up inside Lyra, as though the ice was thawing. “You do?”
“Oh yeah,” Sosha said, nonchalantly, “I wet the bed every time I get drunk. Guaranteed.”
“Really?” Lyra looked up, her eyes red from fighting the tears.
“Every time.”
Emotion overwhelmed Lyra again and her eyes dropped in shame. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to hug you until you realise that what happened is okay.” Sosha engulfed Lyra in an embrace.
Lyra nuzzled against Sosha’s soft neck, tears falling freely.
What happened is okay.
Lyra laid against her lover, listening to the twin heartbeats, the stereo breathing.
It’s okay.
“Sosha?” Doubt curdled in Lyra’s stomach. “Are you just placating me?”
She could hear a sigh rattle around in Sosha’s chest. “No, baby. It’s really okay.”
It’s really okay.
Lyra smiled against her lover’s neck. She puffed out a stuttered sigh and rose her head to look Sosha in the eyes. “Thank you.”
Sosha seemed almost playful, smiling back. “Please. It’s all good, girl.”
Lyra pecked Sosha on the lips before reaching around and stealing a tissue. She unceremoniously blew her nose. “Sorry, being emotional makes me all snotty.”
“It’s cool. I would do about anything with you, but I think snot is on my list of rejections.” Sosha offered a bright and loving smile. “Can you help me finish the bed? Then we can sleep in.”
“Oh, that sounds good. I’m so tired.” Lyra blew out another quick sigh.
In moments, the bed was made with clean linens and the two were in each others arms, with the light off. The two engaged in a quick kiss before they cuddled in closer and tried to go back to sleep. |
Disclaimer: The characters Lyra and Sosha that I am using are from the website HD Wetting and HD Diapers. My work is fan produced. This story is original to me and does not carry any sort of official sanction from HD Wetting or Fuzzy Squirrel Productions.
Warnings for adult language, situations, not having a beta, and this chapter being too damn long.
Lyra awoke as dawn broke through the window blinds. Groggily, she yawned and looked to the woman that slept beside her.
Sosha slept peacefully, her face turned away from Lyra.
Lyra couldn’t help but brush an errant lock of hair from Sosha’s face. She enjoyed just watching her lover as she slumbered for a while, but the urgent need to pee reared its head.
Having no clue about the layout of the house, Lyra was loathe to go wandering. Remembering about her pull-up, she relaxed, laying back against her pillow. She didn’t want to flood the thing and leak, but she wasn’t sure that she could hold it much longer. Exhaling a great sigh, she let the tension ease from her bladder and a trickle of pee spurted out. Warmth suffused her crotch, seeping into the thirsty material. For just a moment, the relaxation and feeling overwhelmed Lyra, and the small spout turned into a surge.
She sat erect, suddenly clenching her pelvic floor, and effectively damming the leak. Patting her middle and bottom, she was relieved to find that she was dry.
Thank God.
She still needed to find a toilet. The opposite of what she hoped happened, as the relaxation had made her need grow.
Surreptitiously sneaking from the bed, she navigated the room using the light of dawn. There were two closed doors in the room; one to the right and the other opposite the bed. She tried the right side one first and found a closet filled with clothes.
The pressure on her bladder was a better in her upright position. She went for the other door, gladly coming upon a tiled washroom, with a toilet, sink, and tub/shower combo. The moment she laid eyes on the toilet, a trickle began to leak from her. Tearing down her swollen diaper, she sat on the toilet and peed for a good minute.
Absently, she wondered if Sosha had incontinence problems. It was one thing to wet yourself because you were stranded without relief or the occasional drunken bed-wetting, it was another to still be wetting the bed at 25.
She sighed, as a wave of shame washed over her. Unpleasant memories flooded her mind. With contrition lowering her mood and slowing her gait, she finished up and froze a moment, loathe to wear her sodden pull-up again. She tore at the sides, balled and tied up the diaper, and disposed of it in the toilet-side waste bin. She then washed her hands and sought out her leggings, grimacing while she slid them on. She was uncomfortable with the idea of wearing them commando and without padding.
Sighing, she climbed into bed quietly, as Sosha was still asleep. Getting comfortable, she slung her arm over her lover, nuzzled into the back of her hair, and spooned against Sosha.
Sosha smiled, still sleeping, and made a cute sound, snuggling against the bigger spoon.
Lyra lifted her head and found herself smiling at the sight.
Must have gotten lucky in more than one way.
Lyra laid back against her lover, sneaking a quick kiss on Sosha’s cheek.
Sosha snuffled and adjusted her position, rubbing at her eyes.
“Good Morning, beautiful,” Lyra purred.
“...morm…” Sosha opened her brown eyes. “Ow’d you sleep?” She propped herself up on her right elbow. She rubbed at her eyes again, and pushed a stray lock of hair away from her face.
“Okay, other than…”
A moment of silence sat heavy in the room. Lyra’s cheeks went red.
“I’m sorry,” Sosha said, reaching out to rub Lyra’s shoulder.
“It’s okay. I slept fine.” Lyra could feel the empathy emanating from her lover. She smiled and said, “You are pretty cute when you’re asleep.”
“Mm?” Sosha wagged her eyebrows and leaned in for a kiss.
Lyra responded in kind, kissing her lover passionately. “You’re pretty cute all the time.”
A pout came to Sosha’s lips. “Just cute? Not sexy?”
Lyra scoffed. “Now that you bring it up, I’d guess that you’re both.”
Sosha stole another kiss, smiling. “I need to take a shower. Care to join me?”
Lyra sat up, tearing the cover away. “Hell yes.”
Sosha did the same, bounding from the bed and playfully dashing to the washroom. Lyra quickly followed. The brunette dropped her panties and sat on the toilet, having a wee. “Oh my god,” Sosha said, “I still smell like pee from last night. Why did you let me do that?”
“You chose to pee yourself for me.” Lyra stripped off her leggings, but shot a confused look to her lover. “It was also the hottest thing ever,” she said while pulling off her socks.
Sosha beamed. “Oh yeah.”
Lyra just shook her head, knowing that she was getting messed with. “It’s not my fault that I make you so wet,” Lyra replied, playing along.
“You got me.” Sosha tugged off her sleep shirt, standing naked in front of the tub. “Ready?” She laid her glasses on the sink.
Lyra nodded. “Hell yes,” she echoed from earlier, placing her glasses beside Sosha’s.
Sosha got into the tub, turned on the water, and popped her wet hand out, beckoning her lover in.
A laugh bubbled up in Lyra. “See, you’re cute.” She climbed in, and was suddenly engulfed in her lover’s embrace. Lyra took the opportunity to gently kiss down Sosha’s neck. She turned her head upwards and planted her lips firmly on Sosha’s.
Returning the kiss, Sosha gave her lover a bit of tongue, as the two stood under the spray of water. Her questing hands slid down, along Lyra’s wet body, and found root between her legs.
Lyra moaned with pleasure, trying to keep up with Sosha’s hands, moving along the brunette’s middle, one hand found her right breast, the other in her crotch. Her fingers began kneading and tweaking, all while her lips and tongue remained intertwined.
“Oh god,” Sosha breathed, bucking from the stimulation.
Lyra picked up the pace, and Sosha followed suit. The two stood hands, legs, and lips entwined, together as one in pleasure.
Sosha came first, moments before Lyra. Their cries of release echoed off of the quaint powder blue tile.
“Holy shit,” Lyra panted. “You’re good.”
Sosha collapsed against her lover’s chest, trying to regain her breath. “You too.”
A moment passed as the two remained in a wet embrace.
“Can I wash you?” Lyra asked, coyly. In the back of her mind, she worried that this relationship was going to be about casual sex, and not the seriousness that she desired.
Sosha looked up, brushing streaming hair from her face, with an amused smile. “Sure.”
Lyra reached for a bright green bottle of liquid soap, opened it, and poured out a dollop. “May I do your back first?”
The smile on Sosha’s face widened. She turned around and pulled her hair away from her shoulders.
Lyra rubbed her hands together, lathering up, and then gently caressed cleansing circles on Sosha’s shoulders.
“Have you always wet the bed?” Sosha asked.
Lyra was taken aback for just a moment. It was apparent that forthrightness was just Sosha’s way. The blonde puffed out a sigh. “Yeah… Growing up was rough.” She moved along her lover’s back, washing as she went.
“I’d imagine. I wet the bed until I was 7. I remember wearing Goodnites to sleepovers.”
Lyra could feel her cheeks go red. “When I was 11, I was invited to my first big birthday sleepover. My best friend Renee threw it, and invited lots of girls from school, not just my friends. It was okay until we went to bed and I realised that I forgot my Goodnite.” She gently washed down Sosha’s arms, lacing her fingers between her lover’s while cleaning her hands.
Sosha’s face fell. “Oh no…”
“I literally prayed that I wouldn’t pee the bed, but I woke up wet,” Lyra said, turning her focus to Sosha’s bottom and down her legs. “I soaked through my little sleeping bag and it was really gross. When I got up to tell Renee, some of the other girls woke up and laughed at me.” Lyra cleaned Sosha’s feet, gently lifting them, and scrubbed between her toes.
Sosha pulled Lyra closer. “My poor little Lyra.”
“Her mom called mine and told her that I wasn’t allowed over again until I was toilet trained.”
Sosha turned to face Lyra, frowning. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.” She engulfed the blonde in a loving hug.
Lyra gave a mirthless laugh. “It is what it is.” She sighed. “Can I do your front?”
Sosha nodded against her lover, planting a soft kiss on her neck. “Sure.”
The two pulled away and Lyra got another glob of soap. She worked it into lather and soothed it onto Sosha’s chest. Leaning in, she took her lover’s nipple into her mouth, still cleaning with her hands.
Sosha gasped, placing her hand on the tiled wall for support. “What’re you doing?”
Lyra released her sucking grasp of Sosha’s nipple and said, the shower washing her hair over her eyes, “Making sure you’re clean.” She then returned her lips over the top of Sosha’s other nipple, sucking away.
Lyra rinsed the soap off her right hand, then she moved it to Sosha’s crotch to scrub at her lover’s wet middle. Taking extra care with the previously stimulated clitoris, Lyra used her fingers, twitching and flicking. The other hand, covered in soap, ran along Sosha’s belly.
Sosha entwined her hand in Lyra’s hair, the other still holding onto the wall for support. She gave stuttered little groans in time with the stimulation. So close to the previous orgasm, she came again, her hands balled into fists as she cried out.
Lyra pulled away, wiping the wet locks of hair from her face. “Should be cleaner. Let me do your legs.”
“Holy shit, it’s been a while since I’ve cum like that.” Sosha released her grip on Lyra’s hair.
Lyra smiled, getting another glop of soap and focusing on her lover’s legs.
Sosha bucked, giggling. “Ticklish!”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Lyra said, cleaning the front of Sosha’s feet. “Want me to do your hair?”
“Sure…” There was a moment of silence. “What do you mean ‘you’ll keep that in mind?’” A stern look crossed Sosha’s face.
Lyra moved onto the bottle of fruit scented shampoo. “Nothing. Turn around so I can lather you up.”
Sosha did as she was told, and as Lyra massaged the shampoo into Sosha’s scalp, the brunette moaned again. “I love when people play with my hair.”
Lyra admired how silky her lover’s hair was. “My ex hated when I’d touch her hair, but she had a nasty greasy scalp, so I was good after the first mistake.”
“Eww.”
Lyra playfully smacked Sosha on the bottom. “Go ahead and rinse.”
As Sosha began rinsing the shampoo from her hair, Lyra started quickly washing herself.
Turning back to Lyra, Sosha looked excited.
“Ready for some conditioner?”
Sosha giggled, shouting, “Conditioner is better! It makes the hair silky and smooth!”
Lyra stopped dead, her eyes looking up to her lover. “Did you just quote Billy Madison?”
The brunette beamed, giggling again. “Yes! It makes me so happy that you got that!”
Lyra shook her head, unable to stop a smile from crossing her lips. “Just turn around.” She carefully applied the conditioner, attempting to keep it off of Sosha’s shoulders. With another smack on the bottom, Lyra said, “Okay, rinse.”
Whilst her lover was under the full shower of water, Lyra finished washing herself, rinsing in the reflected water.
“Can I do you?” Sosha asked, turning back around.
“Oh.” Lyra looked a bit sheepish, still rinsing off her legs. “I already washed myself.”
Sosha frowned, her eyes looking hurt. “Really?”
“I haven’t done my hair.” The blonde sighed. “I’m sorry. My ex didn’t like the whole mutual cleaning each other thing.”
“So you’d wash her, and she wouldn’t reciprocate?”
Another sigh puffed from Lyra. “She didn’t reciprocate a lot of things. That’s why she’s my ex. I just didn’t want to make you do something you didn’t want to.”
A devilish gleam sparkled in Sosha’s eye as one hand reached for the bottle of soap and the other found its way into Lyra’s crotch.
A rapid, high pitched moan came from the blonde, as her lover worked her middle. She rubbed her clitoris, the other hand dropping the soap and sensually caressing her chest.
Still stimulated from before, Lyra’s centre was already humming with arousal. As the electricity multiplied in her middle, Lyra grasped Sosha’s arm, and her other hand made a fist. The hum exploded out from her centre, as ecstasy flowed out along her extremities. “Fuck,” she mouthed, breathlessly.
“You’re a dirty girl.” Sosha gathered up the soap, poured out a bit, and slathered the front of her lover. She caressingly rubbed the soap along Lyra, cleaning both front and back.
“Uh, I think we need to hurry. The water is starting to go cold.” In moments the heat drained to tepid.
“Shit.” Lyra quickly rinsed off and rapidly washed her hair.
“Guh!” With a dull roar of distant plumbing, the water had gotten really cold in an instant. “Hurry!” Sosha shouted, knocking on the wall three times. “Thanks, dad!”
“I’m good. I don’t need conditioner.”
Sosha turned off the flow of frigid water, shivering. “I’ll get you a towel.” She tugged down a plush green towel from the nearby rack. After she wrapped herself up and climbed from the tub, she moved to a tall thin door on the wall. From the closet, she procured a pink towel and tossed it to her lover. “Sometimes, when I’m in the shower too long, the water kicks on downstairs, and it gets cold quick. I blame my dad for still making me conserve resources.”
Lyra smiled, and dried off her body first, then wrapped the towel around her hair, making a turban. “That was eventful.” Looking down, she asked of Sosha, “Do you have another pull-up I can have?”
“Do you have trouble during the day?” Sosha asked, again, without beating around the bush.
“S,sometimes. Usually not, but there are times that, if I have to go really badly, um, I leak before I get to the toilet.” Lyra kept her gaze away from Sosha’s eyes.
Sosha gave a small noise in reply. “I understand. I can’t really stop once I start.”
Lyra’s eyes flicked back to meet Sosha’s. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s a bitch when I have to go real bad. One leak, and it’s over.”
Suddenly, Lyra engulfed Sosha in a hug.
“What’s that for?” Sosha held her lover.
“Just, you’re so open and honest.”
The twinkle in Sosha’s eyes dimmed a bit. “I’ve learned that if you’re not honest now, you might not get another chance to be.”
Lyra hugged Sosha harder.
“It’s okay. I accepted my stupid bladder problems a long time ago.”
Pulling away, Lyra looked a bit sheepish. “The most embarrassing moments in my life were because of my bladder; I haven’t.”
“Aren’t you turned on by it?” Sosha asked, bluntly.
Lyra went red, keeping her eyes low. “It’s a Catch 22. I think I like when I’m in control. Just the release into a diaper or down my pants turns me on. And when I see other people have accidents, I mean, don’t get me wrong, I always feel bad for them, but it also makes me hot, too.”
Sosha went to the linen closet and opened the door. “Pick what you’d like.” She gestured toward the closet.
Inside, Lyra saw a vast cache of diapers; multiple kinds of pull-ups, including an open packet of Goodnites, and a few different types of tape up, and powder, wipes, and lotions. “Whoa,” Lyra said, taking in the collection. “I’m just going to steal one of these Always ones. They tend to do the job during the day.”
Sosha smiled. “As you can see, I like diapers too. Alisha was into a lot of kinks, but I don’t think using them turned her on that much,” Sosha said, while drying her hair. “One night, I had an accident in my diaper and she gave me a really hard time about it.”
“Did you leak?” Lyra asked of her lover, toweling off the tips of her hair.
“Nope, everything was contained, but she said it was gross and I needed to grow up.”
Lyra’s brow furrowed. The more she learned of Alisha, the more she was glad that Sosha’s ex was out of the picture. “I’m sorry that she was like that.” She tugged on the pull-up, enjoying for a moment the softness and its subtle scent. “How often do you wear?”
“I need them the most when I’m drinking, but I usually forget.” Sosha gave a bubbly laugh. “Usually for long car rides, or at the movies, or camping… Not too often, unless I am feeling dirty.”
Lyra returned a knowing smile. “If I’m feeling naughty, I wear my bigger ones in public. I’ve never been caught, but there is something about the secrecy and being able to go anywhere.” The blonde paused for a short time, as she pulled up her leggings. “I’m really glad to have met you.”
Sosha offered her warm laugh and a smile. “Me too. It’s nice to know someone who likes what I like… Want to do breakfast?”
“Sure. I know a great place to get pancakes.”
“I’m down.” |
Disclaimer: The characters Lyra and Sosha that I am using are from the website HD Wetting and HD Diapers. My work is fan produced. This story is original to me and does not carry any sort of official sanction from HD Wetting or Fuzzy Squirrel Productions.
Warnings for adult language, situations, not having a beta, and this chapter being really hard to get through. I know nothing about Alisha, so everything is all a construct of my imagination. Please do not take anything as canon.
Lyra and Sosha enjoyed each other’s company as they had breakfast at Bingo Pancakes. Bingo was one of Lyra’s favourite restaurants, and the staff knew her, as she tended to eat there about once a month.
The two talked about nothing of consequence, having asked each other questions like what their favourite colour was. Sosha liked purple, while Lyra prefered grey.
Following their meal, deciding to take it slow and easy, the two went for a walk at Ridgeline Park. The park was huge, with loads of winding paths cut through swaths of massive trees and thickets of ferns.
Sosha offered her expertise on the local flora and fauna, and schooled Lyra, who simply enjoyed to listen, as the two walked along. Sosha opened up about how she loved nature and that her dad had taught her a great deal.
For a while afterwards, the two remained quiet while they walked. Sosha took Lyra’s hand, and the couple took in the green radiance of the forest and silently enjoyed each other’s company. They saw a bald eagle nest and the guarding parents.
In front of a powerful waterfall that was a bit off of the beaten path, Sosha stood still, eyes closed.
“This is the place that we scattered my dad’s ashes.”
The statement took Lyra a bit aback, but were she to be honest, she’d be honoured to have her remains left in such a peaceful spot.
“He was always really stoic,” Sosha said. “He’d only talk when he had something to say, even before he got sick.”
Lyra embraced her lover, offering up all of the support that she could. “I’m so sorry that you lost him.”
“It’s okay,” Sosha said with a shrug. “It accepted his passing a while ago. It’s just that this spot makes me think of him.”
“I understand.” Lyra smiled, despite the solemn nature of the conversation. Sosha was just as human as she was.
The two silently left the surging current behind, making their way back to where Lyra parked.
“Thanks for that, by the way,” Sosha offered. She engulfed the blonde in a warm hug. “I needed to connect with nature again. It was really fun teaching you about everything I know.”
“It was really fun learning from you.” Lyra pecked a quick kiss on Sosha’s cheek.
“Where to now?” Sosha let go and leaned against the GTI.
Glancing at her Apple Watch noting that it was about half past five, Lyra asked, “What about dinner?”
“I could eat. What are you thinking?”
“Something casual. Burgers and fries?” Lyra fished her keys from her purse.
“Not dead fish?” Sosha asked, with a playful pout on her lips.
“You can get fish. I was going to go for a veggie burger…” It occurred to Lyra that Sosha was gently chiding her for her love of sushi. “But now that you bring it up, I could go for some octopus.”
“Oh God, no. Burgers are fine.” Sosha played desperate, as she tugged at the door handle.
Lyra unlocked the car with the remote and went to the driver’s side. “You’re sure? No blowfish?”
Sosha got in, and buckled her seat belt. “Do you even eat blowfish?”
Lyra went red. “No,” she admitted, with a twinge of defeat. “I’m not ballsy enough to eat anything poisonous.”
“Holy shit, they’re poisonous?! I just thought they were too cute to eat.”
Lyra laughed, heartily. “Burgers, then?”
Sosha beamed. “Sure!”
The two headed to Pop’s Shake Shack, which was close to Sosha’s house. It was a fun little restaurant meant to be like a 50s diner. Nostalgic items hung on the walls, and the booths and stools were bright blue vinyl. The music was always a poppy mix of the 50s and 60s.
“I love this place,” Sosha said, offering a bright smile. “They have the best shakes.”
Lyra took Sosha’s hand after she got out of the car and locked it. “I’ve been going here for lunch like once a week since they opened.”
The two entered and soon were seated in a booth at the back. They looked at the menu and chatted about they wanted. Lyra decided on a Boca burger with all the trimmings, an order of steak fries, and a strawberry shake. Sosha wanted a grilled chicken sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and honey mustard, an order of seasoned fries, and a water to drink. Their waitress, Michele, took their drink and food orders and left.
A familiar voice called out Sosha’s name. “Hey, Sosha!”
Before the table was Sosha’s red-headed ex, Alisha, and a man in a tank top and an unbuttoned collared shirt with short, perfectly oiled hair. His arms were filled with multiple separate tattoos, but not complete sleeves.
Sosha rose to greet her former lover. “Alisha!” She gave her a warm hug. “How you doing, girl?”
Lyra stood awkwardly, unsure of how to greet the two. “Hello.”
The man offered a weak nod. “Hey.”
Alisha wrapped her arm around the man and smiled. “This is Hayden. He’s my boyfriend.”
Lyra could see a minute flinch from Sosha. “Hi,” she greeted him, with a false smile.
“Alisha has told me a lot about you,” Hayden said, squaring Sosha up and down. He gave a brazen smile. “We should have a three-way.”
Alisha playfully smacked Hayden’s bare arm. “Cut it out,” Alisha said.
He tossed a scowl toward Lyra and said, “She’s not invited.”
Lyra glared, biting back any snark.
Ignoring him, Sosha turned to Alisha. “This is Lyra. She’s my new girlfriend.”
Alisha looked genuinely happy. “That’s great! I was worried that you’d be all dumpy after I broke things off.”
Sosha looked as though she was going to say something, but simply closed her mouth and sat down. “Sorry, our food should be out soon.”
Lyra sat, clenching her fists under the table.
“That’s cool. We were just leaving. It’s good to see you,” Alisha said.
Sosha did not rise, but instead simply nodded. “You too.”
The two left, and Lyra could have sworn that she’d over heard Hayden saying something about diapers.
Once the two were out of earshot, Lyra asked almost silently, “What the fuck?” She looked to her lover. “Are you okay?”
Sosha was pale, and looked nearly green around the edges. “I lost my appetite. I just want to go home.” Her arms were wrapped around her middle.
“We just…” Seeing the distress on her lover’s face, Lyra ignored the hunger biting at her stomach and offered an option. “Let’s see if we can get this to go, and I’ll get you home.” She changed sides, coming to place her arm around the brunette in the other side of the booth. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I,I don’t feel so great. I want to go home.”
Lyra rubbed Sosha’s shoulder heartily. “Here, let me see what we can do…” The blonde pecked Sosha on the cheek, and stood.
She sought out their Michele, who was more than understanding. The young waitress confessed that she’d overheard the whole conversation, including the man talking negatively about Sosha as they walked away. She offered to box up their meals and rang up Lyra’s check, so she didn’t have to wait.
Lyra returned to Sosha’s side. The brunette was absently playing with a folded up napkin.
“I’m sorry,” Sosha said, her eyes low.
“Sweetheart,” Lyra began, wrapping her arm around her lover. “It’s okay.” The blonde laid her head on the brunette’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault that he was rude to you.”
That seemed to get Sosha’s attention. “You mean ‘us.’ He was a dick to you too.”
Lyra lifted her head off of her lover’s shoulder and shrugged. “It’s not the first time a guy was a douche to me. I just wish he hadn’t upset you, Sweetheart.”
As Lyra had just done, Sosha laid her head on Lyra’s shoulder.
Lyra kissed Sosha’s brow, tenderly putting her hand against her lover’s cheek. She gently and lightly rocked the woman, ignoring any negativity that might have come their way.
The two stayed in each other’s embrace for a few minutes, until Michele returned to their table. She had a large brown bag, filled with what Lyra assumed was their dinners, and two to-go cups. “I brought you a ginger ale. I hope you feel better.” She placed the styrofoam cup before Sosha.
Sosha looked to have melted a bit. “Thanks.” There was a spark of sincerity in her eyes. She gave a brief smile.
Lyra rustled around in her purse and then handed the young woman a twenty dollar bill as a tip. The waitress’ eyes went wide, but shone with excitement. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. Thanks for helping, Michele.”
The young woman gave a small bow and left to disappear into the kitchen.
Lyra rose, and extended her hand to Sosha. “Let’s get you home.”
Sosha took the offered help and stood, then she grabbed her drink.
Lyra gathered up the bag and her shake in one hand, with the other around her lover’s back, and the two made their way to the car. With her hands full, Lyra asked, “Can you get my keys from my pocket?”
A hint of naughtiness broke through the hold of malaise that tempered Sosha’s eyes. The brunette reached into Lyra’s pocket, long fingers caressing Lyra’s skin under the thin fabric of her leggings. She wrapped her fingers around the ring and unlocked the car, with her hand still in Lyra’s pocket. “I think I’m stuck.”
“That’s awkward.”
With a tug, the keyring was freed, and, following Lyra securing the food in the back, the two got in their seats.
Any mirth that Sosha’d expressed had gone. She soured and looked outside, turning away from Lyra.
“Sweetheart, are you really okay?” Lyra asked, starting up the car.
Sosha was silent, only responding with a sullen nod. She kept her eyes outside, away from her lover, and wrapped her arms around herself.
“Sosha?”
Lyra reached into the backseat and acquired her purse. She pulled out her phone and fiddled around with it for a moment. Then, she plugged it in to her car’s audio and the mellow sound of David Bowie singing Starman, from Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, filled the interior.
Sosha looked up, with a sad smile on her face. “I’m sorry, Lyra.”
“Sweetheart, it’s okay.”
“No, you don’t understand. Right now, it feels like it really is over between me and Alisha.”
Lyra turned to her forlorn lover, sympathy in her eyes. “What can I do for you?”
“I don’t know.” Sosha looked out of the window, turning her back to Lyra.
Lyra pulled out of the parking space, and started driving back to Sosha’s house.
The only sound was that of David Bowie, singing to the couple through time.
Sosha was quiet, placing the tips of her fingers on the glass, as she stared out.
Lyra was quiet, focusing on the drive, as a twinge of worry settled in her belly.
“Alisha broke up with me,” Sosha began, breaking the silence. “She found someone on Tinder, all I can figure is that it was Hayden, and she said that it was getting stale.”
Lyra nodded, listening intently.
A sob escaped Sosha. “We were living together and she was fucking around on the side. I thought that I didn’t mind having an open relationship, but I guess I do.” Tears streamed down Sosha’s cheeks. She swiped at them angrily.
Lyra placed her hand on Sosha’s knee, her other hand steered the car. “I, I wouldn’t fuck around. Even if we had an open relationship, I’d be yours.”
Sosha gave a watery glance, but turned back to the window. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You trusted her.”
Sosha nodded, giving a sigh.
“You can trust me.” Lyra pulled into the driveway of Sosha’s house. She unlocked the doors, got out, and opened Sosha’s door for her. Offering a helping hand, she stood before Sosha. “I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
Sosha stood, not taking Lyra’s hand, but instead fell into her arms, sobbing.
Lyra wrapped her reach around her lover. She whispered reassurances into Sosha’s ear, while rubbing her back. “It’s okay, Sweetheart.”
The two spent time together as one, as Sosha bled off her pain, and Lyra supported her.
Sosha pulled away, sniffling. “I’m sorry,” she said, as she wiped at her nose.
Lyra tugged her lover back into an embrace. “It’s really okay. Let’s get you inside and we can take it easy tonight.”
The brunette sighed, as she leant against the blonde. “Thank you…”
Lyra pulled back this time, going back for the bag of food and the drinks. “Can you get the door?”
Sosha nodded, and made her way to the house. She unlocked the door and ushered her lover in.
Lyra came in and set the bag on the living room coffee table. “You have a nice theatre set up. Why don’t we watch Moulin Rouge or something? ...I’ve never seen it.”
Sosha’s whole demeanour brightened as her jaw dropped. “Really?”
The evening was spent watching Moulin Rouge on BluRay, while they ate their cooled food. Instead of passion, there was contentment in each other’s arms as they cuddled.
Following the movie and an intense discussion about the music and plot, the two retired to the upstairs. Both were tired, but Sosha seemed as though she were muted from the emotion spent.
Lyra changed her pull-up and convinced Sosha to wear one to bed. The two cuddled, shut off the lights, and fell asleep in each other’s embrace. |
For this short story, I had to make Saya act a bit out of character for the plot to work, but hopefully it shouldn't be too much of an issue.
Why Saya and Rin specifically? I'm not sure, I just thought they'd make for an interesting couple.
Also, just like with my last story (granted, it's been a while), "flower" is my little childish way of referring to a girls' private area.
Hopefully you can gain some sort of enjoyment from this little fanfiction. Comments are welcomed!
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Saya and Rin had been in a relationship for a while. At first, Rin had kept her distance from Saya, due to her short temper and constant tendency to bring out a gun whenever she didn't get her way. However, with Riki's help and reassurance, the both of them had become close rather quickly.
Rin introduced her new friend to several cats which she treated as her own, and Saya, on the other hand, just liked to show off her gun. She would constantly brag about it, but Rin showed nothing but annoyance whenever the sound of it being shot scared away her cats. During these everyday events, Rin had begun to feel something that she had never felt before. She found her cheeks becoming warm at Saya's simple presence, and whenever she attempted to speak she would begin to stutter more than usual. This was a new experience for her, and she didn't know how to handle the situation. Not knowing who else to ask for guidance, she went to her good friend Komari for advice. After explaining her experiences, Komari's cheeks turned red, as she attempted to explain that the most logical reason was that she was growing feelings towards Saya. Rin, beyond embarrassed, denied such a claim. "B-but.. she's a girl! My first love would never be a girl!" But despite her trying to reassure both herself and her friend that that was not the case, she felt that there was a chance it could be true. After all, what else could these experiences mean? However, even if it was true, how could she handle it? If it was love, it would be unrequited. Or at least, that's what Rin had thought.
For the next several days, Rin had been trying her hardest to act like her usual self, but that facade was becoming harder and harder to maintain. Her feelings did nothing but grow, until Saya was all Rin could think about. She found herself staring at her long hair, tempted to just stroke it and lie her head down on her shoulder. She found herself getting lost in her eyes, which led to awkward excuses when Saya had pointed this out. She thought about her whether she was around or not, so much so, that she even arrived in her dreams. In her most notable one, Saya and Rin were hugging each other tightly, while Saya was gently patting Rin's head. However, she also had nightmares too, due to her uncertainty and fear. In one said nightmare, Rin had managed to confess to Saya, only to be rejected and their friendship to end.
While this was the worst possible outcome, Rin knew that she couldn't keep this up for much longer. She went to Komari one last time for reassurance, who was very supportive of her feelings, telling her to stay positive and go for it. While still not sure, Rin had decided to finally muster up the courage to finally tell Saya how she truly felt. After summoning Saya to meet her in their usual place behind the school on the bench, Rin's words automatically became a jumbled mess, which resulted in Saya asking if her friend was alright. "I...l-l-likeyou..." Rin had mumbled these words so softly and quickly that Saya couldn't make them out, and upon being asked to repeat, Rin instinctively shouted out her love for Saya without thinking, before immediately covering her mouth. "What the hell did I just do?!" Rin thought to herself, as she saw Saya's expression, which could only be described as a look of pure shock. Rin had then thought that their friendship was over.
During the awkward silence, Rin had already prepared herself for what she believed to be an inevitable rejection. However, Saya's cheeks began to become red after processing the situation, before she herself looked down in embarrassment. "I..." As Rin awaited her response in nervous anticipation, Saya began to stumble out her true feelings as well. "I like y-you too.." At these words, Rin felt as if her heart had skipped a beat, and she had to keep herself from fainting. "Y-you.. you what?" "Were you not listening? I said that I like you too!" Saya's look of embarrassment quickly turned into a look of annoyance upon having to repeat herself. This result was one that Rin had never expected to happen. She fantasized and dreamed about it, yes, but this was reality. All she could do was just sit there with wide eyes and a bright red face.
After their confession, Rin and Saya had then formed a relationship. One that was filled with almost nothing but happiness and enjoyable moments. Komari was almost as overjoyed as Rin after hearing the news, and congratulated Rin for finally finding someone she could truly love. Rin had thought that she would never experience such a feeling. She thought that love was gross and was the end of all joy, but she realized that in reality, it was the exact opposite of that. Sure, Rin still had her days where she felt down, but Saya was always there by her side, and Rin felt that that was all that she needed. The news soon spread across the school, and while her friends were all happy for Rin and Saya, some of the other students were not so fond of their relationship. However, the occasional odd glances from their peers never fazed them, and just to show it, they would constantly hold each other's hands while walking around in the hallways.
However, while Saya would do these things to prove a point to her peers, she wasn't actually one for "lovey-dovey" stuff. She instead preferred to show her love to Rin by pulling pranks on her. These could range from distracting her cats so they wouldn't come when Rin called them, to jumping up from behind her and giving her a mini heart attack, to even stealing the toilet paper before Rin had the chance to go. While these constant antics annoyed Rin, she also found them somehow charming, as in the end, they would always just laugh it off. Saya had recently got in the habit of also challenging Rin to do random tasks, and due to Rin not being intent on losing such challenges, did almost every single one that was given to her. So, when Rin was tasked to chug a whole bottle of water in 10 seconds, how could she say no? After successfully doing so, Rin received a pat on the back, but also a mischievous grin from her lover. At the time, Rin was completely unaware of what Saya's grin meant.
During the rest of that day, Saya and Rin were having long conversations about their friends, jokingly bringing up their flaws in a harmless manner. During the middle of Saya's reply, Rin felt the sudden slight urge to urinate. Holding it in for as long as she could out of politeness, she only announced her need to use the toilet when it was becoming harder to hold it in. Once Rin told Saya that she would be right back, Saya immediately knew where she was headed, and gently grabbed Rin's hand as she stood up. As Rin looked behind her to see that very same mischievous grin, Saya explained that she had a new challenge for her. After Rin replied that she would attempt to do the task once she got back, her lover shook her head. "No, no, Rin. You're not understanding the situation. For this, you'll need a full bladder." At these words, Rin automatically thought back to the bottle of water that Saya had made her chug. This was all part of her plan. "Oh God.. what is she going to ask me to do now..?" She thought.
"W-what do you mean?" Rin nervously asked. Saya's grin not wavering, she explained that her task was just to hold it in for a bit longer. "T-that's it?" Rin asked, expecting something more. "Yep, that's it." Saya reassured her, as Rin thought that while she did really need to go, she could hold it in for a bit longer if it meant completing a challenge. Sitting back down on the bench, the both of them sat there in silence, as Rin was concentrating on holding in her urine. As the urge to relieve herself did nothing but grow, she found herself rubbing her legs together in desperation. Saya did nothing but deviously smile at Rin's struggles, and with each time Rin had asked for permission to go to the toilet, Saya had denied each request, telling her to hang on for "just a bit longer." "How much longer...? I can't take much more..." Rin replied. "Oh? Does this mean that you forfeit from the challenge?" "N-No! I-I can hold it..." As several more minutes passed, Saya noticed that Rin had reached her limit. "I-I really need to go.." "Very well. You can go now." But as Rin attempted to stand, she realized that she couldn't without being dangerously close to leaking. She was stuck on the bench.
"S-Saya.." "Yes?" "I-I can't stand..." "Oh?" At Saya's continuous smile, Rin finally caught on. "You meant for this to happen too. I-I know you like your challenges, but isn't this going t-too far?" Rin barely managed to stutter out these words without her bladder releasing its contents. "Aw, I'm sorry. Don't worry, after this, I won't give you anymore challenges for a while." "B-but.. what about this one?" "Oh, you won't have to worry about this one for too much longer either. It's almost over." "A-almost?" Rin practically gulped in fear of what Saya had planned next. How long had she been planning this?
"The last part is simple, really." At these words, Saya looked into Rin's desperate eyes. "All I ask is that you allow me to take off your pants and panties, and to relieve yourself into my mouth." She explained this without shame, and Rin could do nothing but stare at her lover in shock. "W-WHAT?!" Rin yelled, before clenching her crotch tightly. "I-I could never..." "Aw, but you're about to burst anyway! What harm would it do?"
"Y-you're evil..." "But you love me anyway." Rin did nothing but look away in embarrassment at Saya's reply, before being forced to give in to her devious demands.
As Saya lifted up Rin's legs and began to slide off her pants and panties, it was all Rin could do to not wet herself right then and there. As Rin began to develop tears in her eyes from the amount of desperation and pain that she was going through, Saya decided to finally end Rin's struggles. Rin couldn't take it anymore, and right when Saya's mouth came into contact with her flower, her bladder immediately began to empty itself, as a warm stream of urine flowed into her lover's mouth. Rin had never experienced such an amazing feeling before, and couldn't help but to let out a long sigh of relief. Her intense relief was even clouding over her sense of embarrassment, but it was quite obvious that Saya was enjoying herself. Her lover smiled with pleasure from the warm feeling and taste, and eagerly drunk as much of it as possible, small drops of urine occasionally dripping from her mouth. This went on for several seconds, before Rin's stream was becoming noticeably weaker in strength. However, Saya continued to drink every last bit, until there was nothing but small drops remaining. Having nothing to wipe herself with, Saya automatically began to lick Rin's flower, causing her to yelp, but then begin to slightly moan.
Rin's flower still contained the taste of her urine, and, with Saya's new obsession with it, she couldn't help but to lick all around her still dripping wet urethra. Rin expressed no signs of discontent, but could instead only react in moans and by moving her legs around in pleasure. "Your flower is so adorable, Rin." Saya gave out this sudden compliment, before realizing that Rin's flower was also now wet from something else. In fact, now that she thought about it, Saya's own flower was becoming wet, and was tempting her to give it some attention. Deciding to not go any further after all that, Saya announced that the challenge was over, before giving Rin her usual pat on the back, as well as one on the head. For some reason, Rin wasn't even upset at her lover anymore for pulling such a prank. She admittedly enjoyed the intense feeling of relief and Saya's mouth against her flower. As Rin nodded in silence and pulled her pants and panties back up, Saya explained that they were done for the day, and that she needed some "alone time." Understanding what she meant, Rin walked back to her respective dorm, spending the rest of the night thinking about the events that had happened just a few hours before. The urge to urinate returning, Rin decided that she wanted her lover to taste it again. It was an offer that Rin figured Saya wouldn't be able to refuse.
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Faust apologizes for the lengthy, frequent delays.......But, once again..It's time to continue the saga of Another Note!
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[Chapter 1: The Order]
"Y..You can't be serious.." the green haired boy called to the slender, porcelain skinned Goddess before him....Having just issued the threat to not only take the magical tool she lent him...But, similarly his own manhood just recently. "I..I mean...four pairs?"
"Hm...You're right.." Saril's voice answered as she put a hand on her chin, Faust breathing a slight sigh of relief. "That's much too easy."
"Ah...?" Faust's eyes widened at Saril's revelation.... Watching as the Goddess gave an even more devious grin.
"It'll have to be Five, at least." she called, folding her long, lovely legs over each other. "And, of course, no simple panties will do. I've...decided that instead, I'm going to give you some....direction on what you need."
The boy felt himself growing paler at this, struggling to respond as Saril sprung to her feet, her large black wings fluttering to life as she hovered above ground.
"You'll have five pairs to get." she re-stated, affirming her decision. "One can be from anyone, I don't frankly care so long as they're soaked. One must be from someone close, and they also need to be drenched. One pair shall be from a stranger; A girl whom you haven't interacted with yet. Saturated heavily, of course... One from someone famous, equally Liquidized.... And, let's see... Last one should be.....A female family member. Peed in, like the rest."
If there was any more of Faust's color to drain at this, it was completely gone... Almost threatening to make his own forest green hair go stark white from sheer shock.. As Saril stretched out her body.
"Of course, if you want to get on my good Side, you'll try to go the extra mile with some of them. A little more from your targets of course...Whomever you choose. Or maybe, you'll go for extra panties, at which case...Congratulations! I might still have use for you yet, boy. Now, I'll be generous in this endeavor, and offer you this.."
Saril snapped her fingers, three black bands appearing on the back of his wrist... As Saril twirled her fingers.
"Each of these bands will give you a minute with Sarilian eyes." Saril instructed, gesturing at her own gaze. "These will show you names, and relative bladder capacity. Only three though, so be careful not to overdo it...Or use it too slowly. You'll need to be able to see a girl's face without obstruction.. Save for things like Makeup, and glasses and such."
Faust looked wordlessly at the bands, and then at his bed....The black book laying haphazardly on the edge of it...As Saril fluttered back down..Moving up close to Faust.
"By this time next week... Seven days, to get at least five pairs of wet panties..." she whispered, her hands running down his side. "You'll be passing, in heaven.... Or in Hell.."
The Freudian threat still lingered in Faust's mind as Saril lightly kissed his cheek, and backed up.
"So, be careful now~ I've got places to be." she mused, flying off... And through the walls like a transparent ghost.... The boy left alone with his thoughts...
He had to get five pairs of soaked panties.... In a week. At least, or he'd be...
..
"Best not to think about it.." he thought to himself, as he went to scoop up the book, and opened up the cover once more.
It was true, he hadn't really been using such a devious tool of lecherous desire....But, part of him just wanted to...
...
Why hadn't he used it, actually? When he first found it, it was like a gift.... but, ever since he'd started with it... Things had just...usually resolved themselves..
...
Did he even remember how to use it?
'I should re-read it...just to be safe.' he thought to himself, moving over to a desk and setting the book down....
"The Wet Note.." he whispered to himself, as he flipped the cover aside..Starting with the rules. "The person whose name is written in this note, will find themselves involuntarily peeing..Regardless of Location, Willpower, or Garment status..."
He had seen the effect multiple times, and even got off on it... but, it always made him flush to read that line... As he continued along.
"The note will only take effect if the writer is picturing the person whose name they are writing, as they are writing. This is to avoid people of the same name being afflicted..."
It made sense.... Though, he didn't know anyone who shared a name with another person.. As he kept glancing along.
"If the Author wishes, they may write up a course of actions that their target takes, before involuntarily voiding their waters." he read, nodding. "Continued writing intended for a target will delay the timer enough time for the author to pen in a scene... Though, after Six minutes, if the cause of wetting is not finished...Or, the Author stops writing, the target will instead just urinate involuntarily at that moment."
He nodded again, reading some more.
"Without a cause, the victim will simply urinate forty seconds after their name is written. This Urge will come on in a sudden wave, that they find themselves unable to recover from, regardless of their previous bladder status."
Faust flushed again, but internalized it, remembering how he used it to help someone make it to the bathroom, rather than vice-versa once...As he kept studying.
"While under the effects of this note, The target will find their minds diverted from actually visiting a bathroom, unless otherwise indicated by the writer of their 'scene'..... Though, if not specified, they may still attempt to relieve themselves outside of one."
He flushed at the mental image....Though, kept reading for a bit more, running his hands over a pen.
"A person's name may be written in the wet note as many times as one desires. However, the incidents will occur in the order they were written, regardless of any directions otherwise, within a minimum of a two minute reprieve of each other. Should the person have their name written down Ten Times or more in a single day, their bodies may develop lasting incontinence."
....So he had to be careful....Though, he didn't ever expect to write someone's name in it that much...As pleasing as the idea could be.
"If a scene is written that is deemed impossible, such as breaking the laws of physics....The target will attempt to the best of their ability, and then soak themselves within 40 seconds of failing to achieve their goals. This is to prevent stalling out a target's mind and body forever."
Something to keep in mind, that nevertheless made him shudder...The thought bothering him for a few moments, though he doubted there would be too many impossible tasks to ask of someone..As he kept reading.
"A page torn out of the notebook still has the full effects of the book: meaning one can write on a mere page and still incite an accident in their target."
A handy note to have, as Faust glanced at the clock...Surprised at how late it had gotten... As he noticed the rules slowly fading off of the page behind the current one... Signalling him that it was likely time to stop...One last rule popping up.
"The Author's control over their target fades when the Target empties their bladder. Even if their name is written immediately after, they will have full control of their faculties, and mental state until the effects resume again."
So he had to be careful not to stick too close if he wanted to be suspicious...And couldn't just make them wet and immediately hand over their garments. That was one easy trick out the window..As the words seemed to flicker off......Leaving the rules blank, and the book empty once more....Like it was telling him he'd read enough for now.
"is it...sentient?" he thought to himself out loud, before shaking his head. "Nnn..I am getting tired though... Maybe I should go to bed and wake up to....This ordeal tomorrow..."
He'd need all of his focus, and wits to do as such. Granted, the thought lingered of him just writing everyone's names down with the order to go to his house and explain it away in some manner of fiasco.... .Yet, there were so many complications, the least of which was the idea of trying to explain that kind of situation away.....
Not to mention the moral quandaries of forcing the girls to wet against their will. For Yuno and such, it wasn't as bothersome...but, for strangers, family members, and even the famous target...
....
It was...Going to be tough.
"What a mess i've gotten myself into..."
The question was...would he be able to get himself out..? Only time will tell...
[Chapter 1: The Order, Finish]
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[Chapter 2: Branching Paths]
The night passed without further incident, as Faust pondered his fate, and near future. Even as the morning sun pervaded it's way into his room, Faust couldn't even muster the energy to be irritated at it's rays....
Instead, lightly unfurling the covers on his bed, as he slid his legs over the bed.
"Today's gonna be...interesting, at least...." he remarked to himself quietly, glancing over at the black notebook that would help him... As he stood up. "Well...no sense in dwelling on it right now. Better get ready.."
He still couldn't believe Saril would turn like that...Forcing him to perpetuate five accidents, and from different people too! And if he only had a week, well...
....
'Worse yet, since the Note's effects end when they're done peeing... I can't even make them just take them off after, and hand em over.. Without looking like a creep.' he thought with a grumble as he started to pull on a pair of long, dark pants... And a matching shirt. 'Ugh...I'm in over my head.....I'm gonna have to figure something out...'
He packed the notebook in with his other things as he glanced over his phone, pulling it off his charger and into his pocket.... Heading out for the day.
"Hm...Maybe I could get Yuno to....no..." he thought to himself, the pinkette entering his mind. "No..I couldn't make her get involved......"
Plus, how would he explain away Saril? What if she was just some kind of hallucination after all? What if she was offended by the comment? And...what if Yuno was upset at the thought of him collecting the wet panties of other girls? There were so many things t-
TH-THUMP
The boy, lost in his own thoughts, hadn't realized that he was walking haphazardly down the side of the road... And inadvertently crashed into another, books and things starting to scatter everywhere....
"Hey, watch where you're going.." another voice called, as the boy started scooping his things up, glancing up.
"Yeah, sorry..." he halfheartedly answered. "I'm just...ah..."
He didn't quite recognize the girl he charged into, but she seemed to be okay.... If a bit older than he was. However, before he could study her, he saw a familiar head of lime green hair, and had a strike of inspiration.
"Ah..! Of Course!" he called to himself, darting over with his things in tow to the girl. 'What better support for Wet Note Shenanigans, but another person with a note?'
Granted, it was still going to be an awkward subject to bring up, but he was sure he could handle it...
"Uh, hey! You...forgot....Some...thing.." the girl's voice called out to the fleeing boy, chasing after someone. "Well....fuck. I guess he'll figure it out later.."
Her hands went through her long black hair as she let out a discontented sigh, and a mild groan.
"Ugh...can't believe he just walked into me like that. And then just..."
Her eyes glanced down at the thing left behind....A mysterious, black notebook. The girl bent over to pick it up, glancing over the cover..
"A....Wet Note?" she read...her eyes going wide. "...No...No it couldn't be...."
The girl spread the book open, looking over the first line of conjured text....blinking quietly.
"The person whose name is written in his note will....This has to be a joke.."
...And yet...
....
A pen was drawn, and the girl quickly went to a spare page, running over the paper swiftly.......
"Ko...zu...ko... Mo...tou.." she sounded out, dramatically flicking the pen away... As she paused...and waited.....
And waited...and waited....
And...
....
"...Hmth. Shoulda known." the girl called to herself, tossing the book back to the ground. "He can come back and find it late..."
Suddenly, the girl flinched, her legs buckled, and her knees knocked. A sudden swell..An immediate rush of fluid...A swift bubbling of need. She quivered, she buried her hands in her skirt, and she staggered a few steps away.....Before...
"Nnnnghh...Aaahhhhhh...!!" she cried out, before a deluge of personal waters suddenly gushed out of her, prompting her to shudder, and fall to her knees... As she gasped quietly.
"O..Ohh...Ohhh..Ohhh...That..that was...That.." she panted incredulously, before glancing back at the notebook...And picking it back up. "O..Okay...okay..okay..That's...This is a keeper.."
She tucked the book under her arm at this, and glanced down...Both at her sudden, vicious puddle....And at her now considerably darker skit...Soaked panties...and drenched socks...
"Better....Better get back and change though...before someone finds me like this...."
The girl started off quietly at this, content with her latest discovery. With something like this, maybe....
...
"So, you're telling me...you also know Saril?"
"Uh huh.."
"And...you have to collect a bunch of wet panties for Saril, or she'll take your..."
"Yeah, I know..It's kind of a ridiculous..."
"Wonder if she'd let me have it..."
"W..what?!""Erm, that's not what I meant!" the lime green haired girl called out hurriedly, waving her hands. "I was just...You know...talking about the notebook! i mean..Wynn...totally doesn't trust me to use it for good...But...I've always wanted to..."
"Ah...I..see.." Faust answered, with a slight sigh. He had seen the girl a few times prior, but it wasn't until today he squarely got her name. Ellie, it was. a modest figure, with a bob cut of lime green hair, decorated by a ribbon... And a remarkably perky attitude. She was easy to talk to, even if he had a bit of an inkling she was a bit lewder than expected... But, she had been reasonable.
"So....um.if I let you use my notebook, you'll help me...Right?" Faust added, trying to center the conversation back on topic, as the girl beamed at him.
"Yeah, yeah sure! Of course!" Ellie answered, grinning. "Just lemme borrow it for a bit, and I'll help you collect em up!"
"It's a deal! Thank you..!" Faust called, breathing a sigh of relief. "I was worried, cause it doesn't work after they.... Well, you know... And...Having someone to help..makes...This...less....Oh no.."
"Oh no..?" Ellie sounded as the boy started to fumble with his things...glancing over them. "What's wrong, Faust?"
"It's.....It's gone.." he called, feeling the color fading from his face. "My Wet Note is.....gone.."
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Author's note: By 343 words, this is the longest single chapter I have ever written. Only the best for Granberia.
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The dark, damp basement of the Monster Lord's Castle in Hellgondo was rarely a quiet place, thanks to the one monster that ventured down here frequently. The empty stone halls endlessly echoed the sounds of a sword cutting through air, that same sword scraping against and piercing into the floor, and the battle grunts of the dragon swordswoman wielding the blade. One of Queen Alipheese Fateburn the Sixteenth's Four Heavenly Knights, Granberia spent most of her time in the isolated basement, despite having a room of her own, where she had the most empty space to practice without interruption. Each of the four lead monsters were the strongest in the world, second only to Alice herself, but Granberia was the only one perpetually unsatisfied with that position, undergoing constant training to improve her strength and skill.
There was rarely a time where the dragon wasn't by herself, sharpening her abilities, but she did venture beyond the island when her presence and position was necessary. In fact, it hadn't been long since she made an unsanctioned excursion to Iliasburg, in order to stamp out the steady stream of self-proclaimed heroes eager to exterminate the monsters in declaration of their blind faith to their goddess Ilias. Yet, despite their high goals, every one of the soldiers brave or foolish enough to stand up strong fell in a single swing of Granberia's blade, and the rest retreated with their metaphorical tail between their legs.
That was, all except for one. A young, purple-haired boy in ratty clothes and wielding a flimsy iron sword challenged Granberia, even after seeing her prowess for himself on guards much more experienced than him. He was no more capable, easily overpowered by the dragon swordswoman, yet he still surprised her by using a monster's move, the Cursed Sword skill, Demon Decapitation. Clearly, while he was no threat in battle, she did underestimate the kid. There had to be something special about him, if Alice was his traveling partner.
Having her mind on the less demanding subject of her previous encounter compared to focusing on every minutia of her current movements and actions, she picked up on a discomfort growing beneath the stomach plates of her armor. She had totally missed it up until now in her concentration, the ever-increasing need to urinate. Monsters were still bound by basic biological needs, after all. Well, most of them were.
Granberia had a lot going for her in this matter. Monsters were naturally a measure tougher than humans, and dragons a level above that, at least when body mass was taken into account. But she wasn't satisfied with just that natural advantage, not when she couldn't trust her bladder to stay quiet in a long battle. No, to ensure there would be no trouble in a life or death scenario, the Heavenly Knight had strengthened her bladder along with the rest of her body, with the same rigorous regimen. The result was a bladder of pure steel that could rival monsters five times her size, one that would never betray her by demanding emptiness.
Of course, if she was noticing it at all, that meant she needed to go really bad. It was no wonder, she hadn't pissed in quite some time, well before her journey to Iliasburg. For a second, she almost found herself pressing her legs together, scraping the protruding scales, until her life of training prevented such immature and unbecoming behavior. Ordinarily, such an urge appearing in the middle of training would not warrant a break, she would instead take the opportunity to further push her holding limits until absolutely necessary, increasing not only her holding ability, but her ability to fight while not disgracing herself with an accident, no matter the desperation. But, without any set goal of what she wished to accomplish in this session, there was no telling how long she'd distract herself if she let this continue. She sighed, holding her sword at ease, accepting that a toilet visit would be in her best interest.
“Ooh, something on your mind, Granberry?” Suddenly, an emanation of intense lust appeared behind Granberia, the sensual voice stiffening her muscles the same way it stiffened most targets of the voice's affection. After all, Granberia knew what it meant. Her own serene mind allowed her to sense the path the trespasser's movements would make, but her speed was just too much to counter. A limber, dexterous set of fingers wove their way past the bottom edge of Granberia's armor, brushed against her scaly thighs, and began playing with the outer folds of the dragon's unprotected vagina.
That sudden surge of pleasure had the opposite effect on Granberia than it had on most, causing her to jump away in defense, simultaneously disgracing her warrior's pride by dropping her sword in the shock. Despite potentially being the strongest warrior in the land in pure combat, Granberia could never win a fight against fellow Heavenly Knight, the succubus queen, Alma Elma. The green-scaled dragon looked at her cohort in fear, crossing her legs to protect her privates from any further intrusion, all while the succubus smiled playfully, and the fallen blade, nearly as tall as its owner, crashing with a resonating impact on the floor, the only thing to break the horrifying silence. “I-I told you n-never to bother me during training,” Granberia stammered, a blush breaking out on her face, only slightly hidden beneath the red tattoo on her left cheek.
“I know, but I like to watch my favorite sparring partner. How many times has the great Granberia needed to admit defeat to my techniques?”
“I-it doesn't count! True warriors should battle with weapons, and honor, and pride! Your pleasure attacks spit on the glory of a real fight!” She closed her eyes in a huff, refusing to even look in the same direction as her molester.
“Fine,” Alma Elma sighed, dejected. “But don't give up, I'm sure you'll beat me one day. That boy put me on the ropes better than you ever have. Of course, I was handicapping myself, but he still beat me.”
The conversation had shifted, to something Granberia found interest in. Her ear fins perked up at the new information being presented to her, as she was able to look back in the succubus' direction, picking up her weapon. “Boy? Purple hair, shabby clothes, traveling with Alice?”
“Yes, adorable little Luka. He's got spirit, but he's just as bad as you once he gets 'excited'. Oh, I love those squirmy types!”
“So, his name's Luka.” Their duel in Iliasburg was cut short by Alice's berating, so Granberia never got the chance to learn her opponent's name.
“I'm surprised, Granberry. If you encountered Luka, I was sure you would have at least remembered his sword.”
“What about his sword? It was just an iron sword, hardly more than a knife compared to my Ares.”
“Oh, then I guess I fought him later than you. Our dear Monster Lord has given him quite the little present, the...well, I won't spoil the surprise.”
“Hm, are you going after Luka?” Now there was someone else in the room, one whose presence was not so easily concealed. The third Heavenly Knight, the kitsune, Tamamo. All three had the intelligent feeling their fourth member would not be joining them.
“Do you know something about him too?”
“Yeah, I saw him in the Treasure Cave, looking for Poseidon's Bell. I didn't fight him personally, but he beat Nanabi on the way in. He's something special, for a simple human.”
All of a sudden, Granberia was intensely curious. Luka was just a boy when they had met, but if he was noteworthy enough to make his mark on Tamamo and Alma Elma, there clearly had to be more to him than expected. He wasn't holding anything back in their battle, so had he really improved so much in such a short span of time? She couldn't help it, the mere thought got her excited. “I'd like to see his progress for myself,” she declared. “Where was he headed?”
“Well, he was heading for Port Natalia when I last saw him, so by now...maybe San Ilia.” Alma Elma shrugged, totally unsure at her own suggestion.
Cradling her chin in her claws, the redhead dragon considered the opportunity. While they were capable enough to be named Heavenly Knights, she had doubts about Tamamo and Alma Elma's perceptions of combat skill. It was possible they were simply caught off-guard and were subsequently exaggerating Luka's potential, but if he really was shaping up to be a real hero, Granberia wanted to see. “If that's the case, I'm going to San Ilia.”
“Have a safe trip,” Alma Elma bid farewell. “Tell Luka I'm thinking about him!” Focusing her energy, visualizing San Ilia in her mind as she felt herself phasing away, from the castle to the distant human town. Teleportation was a basic skill all Heavenly Knights shared, one Granberia would use to test the potential of little Luka.
The environment changed, and the sudden sunlight burned into her vision, though Granberia didn't avert her gaze. She looked around, mostly unfamiliar with her surroundings, but she knew she had successfully made the jump, not that there was any doubt. She had no reason to ever come to this human town in the middle of nowhere, not that she wanted to visit any human village, but she had been around this part of the world once or twice. This was absolutely the San Ilia castle immediately before her, but without any streets or people walking around, she knew she had to be around the back. A meter off in the teleportation, and she would have materialized inside the stone. “I'm sure that naive Luka is going to talk to the king. I need to get inside if I want to find him.” An easy task, with none of the guards able to stop her.
The guards wouldn't be able to hurt her, but that didn't make her invincible, as a sudden spike of pain forcibly reminded her, instinctually tensing her muscles in a way invisible to any witness. However, Granberia felt it hit hard, an agonizing reminder of the need that slipped her mind as soon as Alma Elma touched her. “Right, I need to piss.” That was an understatement, her bladder was already very full, at the upper limit of what she could realistically handle before a bathroom became a necessity. “That break at the castle would have been well-timed,” she realized, groaning with the knowledge of what she willingly left behind.
Though, that hardly meant she was out of luck. Given how much time she spent off Hellgondo, enforcing the Monster Lord's will and testing her abilities in other environments, it would be foolish to assume Granberia was limited to proper bathrooms. In fact, given that monsters primarily lived in the natural world, she probably sprayed down trees more often than any toilet. So, of course, the simple solution to her predicament was to simply drench the outer castle wall and be done with it. That's what she planned to do, stepping her left foot aside to spread the distance between her legs, reaching her claws to the base of her tail to undo the belt keeping her crotchplate in place.
However, a faint sound emanated from around the castle's corner, the sound of casual conversation, stopping Granberia in her tracks. Not that she was afraid of being discovered, any human she stared down would run away in terror. Even if they drew their weapons, Granberia could easily defeat them, even with her current handicap. She wasn't shy about being seen, she'd do this sort of thing in front of other monsters without a second thought, and monsters as a whole had no qualms exposing their genitals to humans (though Granberia liked to hold herself to a higher standard than that).
No, this was a matter of pride. Humans were the enemy, to undress and pee while in their presence implied an inability to hold it even a minute longer. In other words, weakness. For a warrior to admit weakness to a species far below her was sickening, and as such, Granberia absolutely refused to stop and take a whiz while she should be locked in combat. The only proper courses of action were to empty herself before entering enemy territory, or be an adult and hold it until she was finished. Given that the first ship had already sailed, her only option was holding. And returning to the Monster's Lord Castle for a quick break was also unacceptable, being tantamount to retreat.
Instead, Granberia halted her attempts to strip, placing her feet back to positions that provided adequate balance, and stood tall. If the guards were to turn the corner and see her, they would see her as the proud dragon warrior to be feared. And that's exactly what happened, two armored men engaged in casual conversation entered her field of vision, joking and laughing as they approached, until they stopped staring at each other and looked forward, face to face with an angry, armed dragon. This would be the part where they ran away as cowards, leaving Granberia alone once again.
There was another possibility that the dragon didn't consider, so of course that's the one that happened. “Hey, filthy monster,” one of the guards shouted, unsheathing and brandishing his sword in a threatening manner. “Are you here to assassinate our king?!”
“Of course, I run into the only humans who don't recognize me,” Granberia grumbled under her breath, not disappointed at the lack of notoriety, but merely angry her quest for relief had been delayed by some foolhardy men thinking too highly of themselves. Indeed, even in her current state, they stood no chance in a straight fight. “Better to get it over with soon,” she growled, bringing her sword to attention.
Apparently, the guard thought the same way, as he charged in blindly, holding his sword to the side like an amateur. An attack as telegraphed as that, Granberia had no problem moving out of harm's way so fast it appeared she vanished. That's what the guard thought, looking around frantically to find her. He didn't think to look behind him in time, nor did his partner call out to him quick enough. He only just caught a glimpse of the Heavenly Knight out of the corner of his eye, her gold eyes practically glowing with malicious intent, sword raised over her head, and she chopped straight through the guard's armor...with the flat edge of her sword. The idea of killing those who couldn't realistically fight back made Granberia sick, but she'd still injure weak opponents to put them out of commission.
One would expect the man's partner to run away at the sight of the vast power disparity, but either in shock or out of a desire for vengeance, the second guard rushed forth, in the same pose with the same lack of ability. Learning nothing from his fallen comrade, the second guard was trounced the same way, the same outcome down to the letter. Ensuring they wouldn't be getting up any time soon with a light kick to the torso, one that elicited a groan of pain, Granberia sheathed her sword. “Thanks for the interruption,” she complained, to her fallen foes that could barely register any feeling other than pain at the moment.
It was a state that the dragon found all too familiar herself, as the sudden lack of a distraction put her right back at her bladder's mercy. Once again, she wouldn't do anything overt to indicate her fullness, but the joints in her legs locked up and her sharp teeth clenched. “Ugh...damn it! I'm gonna lose it!” While she had successfully slain her attackers, their mere presence served as a harsh reminder that she was in enemy territory. It was an unspoken rule of war, or maybe just common sense, that now was quite possibly the worst time to stop and pee, at least out in the open.
And she had just knocked out the two people that could tell her if Luka was even here at all. And without anyone to report the monster attacking, he wasn't about to come charging in looking for her. Simply put, her chances of being finished here in a short amount of time were slim at best. “I'm gonna have to go charging in, making a scene to draw Luka's attention, and hope he's in the castle in the first place!” It sounded painful, but she took a deep breath to steel herself, and marched around the corner to find the closest door to the inside. “I am not going to let my bladder disobey me now.”
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Half an hour. Half an hour had passed since Granberia entered the San Ilia Castle, and she was no closer to accomplishing either of her tasks. The place was so damn big, she could wander around for another two hours and still not see everything, she hadn't seen anything of use yet. She hadn't heard even a whisper about Luka no matter how much chaos she caused, even letting a few of the soldiers escape to spread the news of her attack. And still, no Luka to stop her wave of destruction.
Honestly, she could live with the boy being tardy, if she could just find a damn bathroom. Obviously, she wasn't going to ask for the location, and she wasn't making one the primary object of her search, but when no one was looking, she had taken to kicking down any door she passed in the hopes that it may contain a toilet. No such luck. When her most recent raid ended with an empty mess hall, a bead of sweat rolled from beneath her headband, whether from a nervous realization or simple strain. “If Luka were to find me now...” Her voice wavered, a tone of worry audible. If she had to test Luka now, her struggle might end, in the wettest way possible.
She really didn't want to stoop to that pessimistic image, but as it started to become reality, it was unavoidable. She had trained her bladder to keep its hold during strenuous activities, allowing her to fight even while desperate, but she did still have limits, ones she was worried she had already surpassed. After all, her bladder was burning in torment, endlessly pounding against its outer walls in a frantic plea to explode into relief. Someone experienced like Granberia, she could limit her expression to show only mild strain, but on the inside, it was pure torture. Anyone else would have given in long ago, unable to deal with this pain, one worse than any other toilet urge she had ever faced. Even she had to finally accept the possibility that, despite her bravado, if something didn't turn around for her, she was going to wet herself.
Despite being a young monster at only 24, Granberia could not remember a time where she had an accident. Even as a tiny dragon under Salamander's care, she was at least capable enough to only and always pee in the proper places. The respected and feared Heavenly Knight was about to fail where her 5 year old self would have succeeded. Even when she was purposefully filling herself up to test and stretch her bladder, she knew when enough was enough and answered nature's call before any leaks could manifest.
She had to relent on something. Instead of simply marching forward stubbornly, she needed to ask the important questions of herself. Would it be a bigger disgrace to teleport back to the castle, or anywhere other than here, take her piss, and return like nothing had happened? “Of course it would be! T-the dragon swordswoman, stronger than any human or monster, will not retreat unless she is truly beaten!” Then, if she were to stay, she needed to account for the very real possibility she could wet herself. What would she do if she left a five-meter-wide puddle on the castle floor? “I'll kill anyone who sees it happen, so that no one can spread the tale.” What if she found Luka shortly after and he noticed the drops sticking to her scales? “He won't say anything if he knows what's good for him.” No point in killing someone with potential, so long as he knew how to keep a secret. She'd ensure he did.
Still, even with a contingency plan, Granberia wanted nothing more than to avoid an accident, like someone of her status should easily be able to do. There was little she could to mitigate the involuntary response to the intense pressure against her stomach, some kind of movement, anything, was now a necessity. A quick jolt of the head in as many directions as possible ensured no guard was on her at the moment, none beaten on the floor, she had privacy. She pressed her thighs together and rubbed them together by shifting her right leg forward, wiggling at the hip as the protruding scales scraped and screeched against one another, all the while her heavy tail twitched and pounded the smooth marble floor. The relief her restrained motions brought was...almost nonexistent. She was too far gone for potty dancing to have any effect, something she realized, and proceeded to pull her legs apart, returning to a normal posture before anyone could see her.
Pressing her thighs together may not have helped at all, but her body definitely got used to it in the short time it was present. In its absence, her bladder screamed for reprieve louder than it had ever before, trying its hardest to squeeze any urine from its overextended contents past her muscles. Without even thinking, acting purely on instinct, her left hand shot under her crotchplate, sharp claws digging into her pussy as she gripped with the full strength at her disposal. If she respected Ilias, she'd be thanking the goddess that her privates were tough enough to take the punishment.
Some part of her was ashamed to be acting like a dragon pup all of a sudden, even if it wasn't really her fault anymore, but it was a small voice awash in a golden sea of base desire. Her palm pressed against her peehole to physically impede any external flow, yet her bladder still threatened to go through with it anyway. She needed to go yet another step further to prevent spillage, she crossed her legs together repeatedly, the force constricting her hand until it hurt. Granberia was even breathing ragged, emitting various noises unbecoming of a Heavenly Knight. “Ungh, ah, nnh, ohh,” she repeated, her pitch going higher than usual speaking, making her sound a lot more feminine.
As if her succumbing to desperation wasn't humiliating enough, she faintly heard the sound of rushing footsteps from one of the perpendicular halls. This could only be Ilias' divine punishment for the crime of being a monster, for Ilias' favorite little hero turned that corner, before Granberia could do anything about her stance. “Of all the times for Luka to find me, now?!” It was all too late, Luka's big blue eyes, staring at her, had seen everything they needed to. It no longer mattered how amazing a warrior he turned out to be, if he could never take Granberia seriously after this.
Several uncomfortable seconds of silence passed, as the two did nothing but gaze at each other, each waiting for the other to break the lull. Granberia found herself wishing Luka would laugh at her or mock her already, just get it over with. But it never came. Was Luka just that understanding, or rather, naive and idealistic? Likely, but that wasn't the reason for the stillness. Luka's response to Granberia's intensely visceral depiction of desperation instead turned out to be imitation. Much like the dragon, Luka also suddenly grabbed at his crotch, gripping tightly as he shivered under his own need.
That was the last thing Granberia wanted to see at the moment. “What do you think you're doing?!”
“It's really hard to be comfortable just whipping it out with monsters like you around every corner,” Luka retorted. “And besides that, it's important for a hero to have a strong bladder!”
“So you think it's okay to face me so pitiful?! You think yourself so impressive you can appear before me in such a sorry state?!”
“And what about you?! You think monsters are so far above humans that you can still win like that?!”
“T-that's...w-well...” To give Luka credit, he was currently doing a better job arguing under the same circumstances. Granberia could do nothing but stutter as she attempted to come up with her next point. Unfortunately, the only thought in her head now was raging rivers and crashing waterfalls. “I came here to test your abilities after hearing reports from Alma Elma and Tamamo. However, I think we can both agree neither of us can properly perform like this.”
“S-so, what? Are you just going to leave after causing all that havoc?”
“No! I will not give up on my prey as soon as we finally meet!” The dragon looked down, scraping her foot against the floor, leaving scratches in the stone. “I will simply ask that we delay our true encounter.”
Luka may have been simple, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell that Granberia's willingness to put off a fight had very little to do with generosity, and absolutely more her own unwillingness to pee herself. Not that the motives mattered at this point, only the outcome. He was on the verge of wetting himself as well, a bathroom was imperative, and therein lied the issue. “I only just got here, I don't have any idea where the toilets are either!”
“Then we'll need to look together. And we need to hurry!” Granberia promptly wobbled and pushed past Luka, unable to remove her hand from its tight clamp. There was nothing more she could do, anyone who saw her now would know she was having an emergency, she wasn't exactly fine with that, but so be it. At least she wasn't the only shameful one anymore, with Luka by her side looking just as sad. She was damn thankful Alice wasn't tagging along with him right now, she did not need the Monster Lord seeing her in such desperate need. She was already on Alice's bad side for disobeying orders in Iliasburg.
Latching onto that comfort of solitude, Granberia almost forgot that it wasn't actually just the two of them. Of course, she never believed she had bested every single guard, but she was sort of hoping they would be done with them for the time being. Those hopes were dashed when their slow path ran them directly into three more soldiers, on guard from the siege but keeping post now that a hero could deal with the Heavenly Knight. As such, they were surprised to see the hero returning with Granberia in tow. “Hero Luka, what are you doing with that monster,” one of them asked, extending his spear in fear of betrayal.
Luka stammered, in an attempt to defend his actions, but with no plausible explanation, nothing comprehensible came out. Turning the tables, it was Granberia that responded, though without anywhere near the finesse of Luka's earlier logic. Instead, focusing power she didn't have to spare into her sword, she slid it from its sheath and held it before her, now bathed in flames. “You will say nothing about what you saw here. Understood?” Heat enough to make them all sweat, adding to the perspiration already present on Granberia and Luka's faces, the guard threatening them backed off. Once she was sure there would be no further interference, Granberia doused her blade and sheathed it again, allowing the two to slowly rush off further down the hall.
Only when they were out of sight and earshot did Luka come to a realization. “Um, Granberia? Maybe if we didn't terrify those guards into silence, they could have told us where the bathroom was.”
A blush almost as red as Granberia's hair flushed across her cheeks. “W-we don't need help! We're warriors! Relying on the help of another is the fastest way to loss in fighting quality and betrayal!”
“You really call me a warrior after our last battle?”
“I told you then that if you would stand before me, I would treat you as a warrior. Your pathetic performance in that fight has not changed my statement, especially if you have improved, as the other Heavenly Knights claim.”
“O-of course I've gotten better! I can't achieve my dream of coexistence as I am now! Getting stronger is all I can do. Though it looks like it hardly matters, considering where we both are now.”
“Listen, don't go thinking this happens to me frequently! It doesn't, it hasn't happened ever! I'm not some weakling who can't prevent pissing herself! This was just...”
“Bad luck?”
“Exactly!”
“You know, I'm getting pretty sick of monsters acting like they can't have any vulnerabilities, because they're just so much better than humans. Like Alice, constantly insisting she isn't-” Luka was cut off mid-sentence, a result Granberia, at least for a second, assumed came from Alice suddenly appearing to punish him for revealing a secret. But without any further noises, she needed to stop and inspect, turning to face her temporary cohort. That's when she saw him at the next stage of desperation, the final stage before wetting, bunching his pants in his gripping hand, shaking and panting as his legs moved forward and back, feet planted firmly in their place. “I-I just leaked! I'm not going to make...wait, look!”
Granberia didn't turn to see right away. The declaration of Luka's small leak made her muscles seize up too tight to move any part of her own body, a frenzied attempt to avoid the same dribbling fate. To her credit, she had managed to stay completely dry amidst the agony akin to a tail swipe from Tamamo, but that tough facade couldn't last much longer. One more push from inside, and it would all come flooding out.
However, she forced herself to turn her head to the right and open her eyes, with the strain of cutting through stone. And what else should be before her, but a wooden door, with a sign clearly labeling the room behind it as “W.C.”, or “water closet”. Granberia was nearly speechless that she had actually made it to this point. “If I had known they marked the door, I could have saved enough time to make it here on my own.”
“I almost walked past this place myself,” Luka concurred, struggling to even speak, Granberia could relate.
The problem came when Luka took his left hand off his groin and pushed towards the door. In a flash, his hand was intercepted by Granberia's freed claws, gripping it, threatening to either pierce the skin or break the bones. “What do you think you're doing?”
“U-using it? Isn't that why we came here?”
“Not before me, you don't! You have no idea how long I've been holding it and suffering, it's my right!”
“So all that bragging about the unstoppable Granberia, and she refuses to let someone else use the toilet first? You don't know anything about how long a wait it's been for me either!”
“There's only one rule in this world, and that's how the strongest rule!”
“And that's why monsters don't get along with humans, you're too stubborn! You can't move on from your outdated traditions!”
Truthfully, Granberia had plenty more to say, plenty more insults to throw to justify her getting to piss first. However, none of those remarks came to pass, as she was met with one more punch to the gut, one final tsunami in her bladder. She had been thinking it for quite some time, but this time, she was sure, this was her last chance. She had, at most, one minute before the floodgates opened, no matter what she was doing at the time. Her assertions weren't lies, she really did need to get into that bathroom, and now.
However, a sad squeak from her side reminded her of the argument preventing her from just waltzing in. Despite her quarrel, she recognized that Luka was in the same perilous position, and would most certainly wet himself if he was forced to wait. Better him than her, Granberia figured, until she saw a tear streak down his face, giving into the pain of holding. The sight made the dragon realize, despite her staunch belief that the strong should not antagonize the weak, she was just as guilty, out of necessity. All because she refused to pee herself as a Heavenly Knight, and was only in this position because of her pride.
That didn't change the reality of the impending doom, of course. And the epiphany did nothing to change her mind about not wanting to pee herself, which meant there was only solution left. “I'm getting in there, no matter what,” Granberia insisted, before following it up with a sigh. “And I don't care. If you're going to come in too, I don't care. Do it.” Without letting the moment linger, she forced her way through the door first.
Luka was stunned into silence. Granberia, toughest swordswoman in the land, one of the Monster Lord's Four Heavenly Knights, had just told Luka he could use the bathroom with her. Initially, he wanted to refuse the incredibly uncomfortable offer, not knowing what would happen with Granberia exposed right next to him, until his bladder reared its ugly head once again, urgently reminding him that now was not the time to be respectful. Like it or not, this proposal was the best outcome he could have hoped for, as he gave up the fight and rushed in to join the dragon.
Luka's smaller, more agile frame meant he reached the toilet at approximately the same time as Granberia, not that either of them were exactly setting speed records at the moment. Now, the two were standing before the small white bowl, nearly rubbing against each other without the necessary space to respect personal boundaries, Granberia on the left and Luka on the right. Not that either of them noticed, being far too focused on the goal mere inches from their genitals.
All that was left was for the two to fully expose themselves. Luckily, it wasn't asking much for either, or there'd be one amazing puddle at the finish line. All Luka needed to do was lift the hem of his tunic, unzip his pants, and pull his penis through the hole. Meanwhile, Granberia swiftly unbuckled the belt around her back, allowing her crotchplate to fall to the floor with a crash, which she kicked aside as she spread her feet apart, letting her vagina breathe in the open air, pushed forward gingerly by her claws to ensure forward momentum of what was to come.
With a spectacular display of harmony, their violent streams of pee began at the same time. The finer details were quite different, Luka's was a bit less colorful while keeping steadier aim, but the real discrepancy was in power. Luka was no slouch, his pee stream was making quite the splash and crash as it collided with the water in the bowl, but he couldn't even hold a candle to Granberia. If she didn't have flawless accuracy right from the get-go, she'd be splattering the wall past the toilet without losing any height. As it crashed into the water, the roar it produced deafened the two and the splashes jumped up enough to land on the seat, and the stench threatened to overwhelm and destroy their senses of smell too. Coupled with the steam being let off with her hot dragon piss mixing with the cold toilet water, a simple Granberia whiz stimulated almost all their senses.
Luka moaed lightly at the relief of emptying an exhausted bladder, but Granberia didn't get that same sweet relief. She was really pushed to her limit, her bladder was filled past the brim and hyperextended to near-bursting, accustoming it to never let go until it could hold no longer. As such, it was conditioned to attempt to contain its contents, regardless of what the dragon wanted. This meant there was only one sensation from floods of urine gushing past her muscles, even without forcing it: pain. This piss hurt to take, a much more overt burning than the constant agony of desperation, this came in waves like a stab from a knife straight to her abdomen, repeatedly. Every time it faded away, and Granberia hoped she could finally enjoy her pee, another wave of anguish injured her. Used to pain, the only noise she let out to indicate her dissatisfaction was a low, vicious roar of a hungry predator.
Suddenly realizing he was in a deadly position, defenseless directly to the side of a monster heralded for her brutal strength, Luka nervously turned to look at Granberia, to face the threat and ensure he wasn't about to get eaten. His attention was first drawn upwards to look Granberia in the face, the easiest place to spot her intentions, and found that she wasn't even paying attention to him. He was in the clear, and he sighed at the knowledge of his safety.
That sigh brought his gaze downwards, where he was greeted by a different kind of surprising sight. In order to aim for the center of the bowl to account for possible poor precision, Granberia was angled to the right, Luka to the left in much the same way. With that slight slant, Luka was treated to a damn good view between a Heavenly Knight's legs. Of course, this was hardly the first time he was privy to the sight of a woman's genitalia, with all the low-level monsters throwing themselves at him, but there was something about Granberia's that he found more alluring. While her jagged green scales covered most of her body, up her legs and around the back, her front torso and crotch were only represented by skin, leaving her with a human-analogous pussy. It was so pink, so pure, beautiful even as a torrent of gold pee erupted from one of its holes. Luka was still a boy, such an intimate view was enough to make his penis hard, cutting the force of his own flow and altering its path.
The change in acoustics caught Granberia's attention, putting her awareness square on Luka. Considering what prompted the change in view, her gaze was concentrated solely on his groin, which meant his new erection was front and center in her eyes. She should have been angry that Luka was getting hard off her, but her thought process went in a radically different direction. “Alma Elma was right,” she whispered in awe. While the succubus hadn't seen Luka's junk, she was correct in the assumption that it was cute, Granberia could now second. It certainly wasn't the biggest penis the dragon had seen, but it was alluring, enough to awaken her monster's sexual instinct, tightening her chest and clouding her thoughts. But without any outward expression of arousal as a woman, her lust was successfully hidden. She was starting to want that little shaft, to touch it, taste it, feel it.
Until Luka looked up at her face again, and Granberia looked at his at all. Without saying a word, both knew how perverted they were being, and how the other was staring. Their faces both bloomed bright red, and they turned to look as far away from the other as possible.
Around this time, Luka's pee declined in power, quieting down enough to be totally drowned out by Granberia's, hitting closer to the inner rim of the bowl, though still off-target thanks to the erection he was still rocking hard. Once the stream was finished, he wanted nothing more than to just grab some toilet paper and walk away. Unfortunately, there was a dragon between him and the roll of paper, and he wasn't about to put his hand closer to her after what he had seen. And he didn't want to just leave his penis out in the open, a wise choice for dealing with monsters, meaning his only option was stuffing the member back into his pants without wiping. His earlier leak meant his underwear was already wet, so what damage would it do? Dressed again, Luka wasted no time running outside to give Granberia privacy, slamming the door they had left open on the way in.
This was also the point where the sensation of peeing turned around for Granberia, from pain to pleasure. All of a sudden, pissing felt good. No, good was an understatement, this was amazing, outstanding, practically orgasmic. This was the feeling she imagined she'd get draining her massive bladder, and it only took what was practically torture to get it. It certainly wasn't worth it, holding it that long hurt too much and was just plain inefficient, but if she had to suffer, at least the payoff felt nice. “Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh,” she moaned, loud enough to be heard outside the room, with a suggestive tone that pitched the tent of Luka's pants, just when he had gone soft at last.
This continued for a minute, the loud splashing while Granberia couldn't keep her mouth shut, until she too hit the cap of her capacity, and her waterfall hushed into a simple little tinkle. The reduction in power coupled with female anatomy meant most of the final drops fell at her feet instead of in the toilet, but it wasn't much, and it was over. Granberia had pushed herself to her breaking point without even the slightest hint of urine on her legs, outside that tiny bit at the end. Grabbing a lengthy strip of toilet paper, she balled up the squares and wiped herself down, gently tracing the contours of her dragonhood, until she could safely say she was dry. Throwing that bunch into the toilet, and a few more to wipe the sweat off her face, she picked up her crotchplate, refastened the belt above her tail, and left the room, refreshed.
In the hallway, the first thing she was greeted with was Luka quickly turning his head to face the opposite way upon her exit. Without any higher priorities clouding her judgment, seeing the purple-haired boy made her realize, all at once, the magnitude of what she had done. This kid, far beneath her, had just been given an exclusive show unlike anything any human had been blessed with prior. True, she got a similar display that she couldn't deny she enjoyed, but pissing was a private act that should have stayed that way.
Luka attempted to run as Granberia came to her senses, until the dragon swiftly gripped his throat, encircling his neck with her sharp claws, poking into the outer layer of skin for intimidation. Baring her fangs, with a look that could kill, she leaned in close to Luka, who was frantically looking around for escape. “Listen to me very carefully. You are going to walk away quietly. We will meet again shortly, which we will pretend is our first encounter in this castle. If I catch wind that you spoke of this to anyone, even to Alipheese, your spine will be broken and your face devoured as I turn you into a training dummy. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-y-yes, m-ma'am.” Luka attempted to nod, until he met resistance from the hand choking him. Granberia pushed her face into his to look closely into his eyes, and seeing no intent of betrayal, she threw him to the ground, three feet from herself. Stumbling, Luka climbed to his feet and walked the direction they came in, refusing to look in any direction besides the exact opposite of Granberia. Once he turned the corner, he ran as fast as his legs could take him.
As the sound of footsteps faded, Granberia sighed. “That damn kid has a knack for getting into trouble. Still, I suppose it didn't turn out all bad,” she grinned, remembering what benefit she had gotten out of the two being paired. Cautiously, she walked further into the castle, hoping the labyrinthine layout would enable the two to meet again soon. Whether Luka truly was shaping up to be a worthy opponent, or he would fall to his knees as a mere human to be taken as a slave, Granberia knew she'd enjoy it. |
(AN: reposting more stuff from my ao3, grosskaneki! this is pretty old and sappy and as such probably isn't great lol)
Barcelona around Christmastime was, in a word, crowded.
Not that Yuuri didn't expect there to be a lot of people around—he did, just... not to the degree of crowds that he and Viktor were currently shoving their way through. And, honestly, if he'd known about how bad the crowds were going to be beforehand, he probably would've used the bathroom at the hotel instead of pushing it aside because it wasn't that bad and he could just find somewhere to go while they were out.
Unfortunately, as he was growing to realize from the throngs of people and the long lines for every store and Viktor's absolute zest for spending as much money in as many places as possible, he would regret that split-second decision very soon. Like, right now, actually.
Yuuri's hand gripped Viktor's a bit tighter as he let out a barely audible whimper, and he took the smallest step backward and then forward where they stood. They hadn't even been out for thirty minutes, but already his bladder felt worryingly full, and he knew that if he didn't empty it soon, then—well. He wasn't going to think about that right now.
He waited what felt like forever for Viktor to finish buying whatever completely useless trinket he'd probably forget about in a week that had caught his eye, then waited another stressful, desperate eternity for the crowd to move them far enough away so he could speak freely.
"Viktor, ah." Yuuri's voice was soft, his hand holding Viktor's a tad anxiously. "Can we take a b-break?"
Despite his best efforts to remain still, desperation and the urge to fidget got the best of him, and he squirmed nervously in place, one step forward and one step back. Yuuri's shy blush grew brighter, knowing he was giving his predicament away.
Viktor looked him up and down quickly, his face softening in understanding seeing the little back-and-forth potty dance he was doing. "Oh, Yuuri, of course." He pursed his lips slightly, looking around at the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, pulling his fiancé aside slightly so he could breathe. "Do...you think you can hold it?"
Yuuri averted his gaze, embarrassed. "I-I'm not sure, um..." He let out a small whimper, his fidgeting increasing in speed. "Maybe for a little bit...?"
Blushing slightly, a coy smile on his lips, Viktor reached forward and tilted Yuuri's chin forward to face him. "A little bit, huh...?"
"I-it isn't like that...!" Yuuri sputtered, covering his face with one hand, flustered and embarrassed that he'd think of saying something suggestive right then. "I—r-really, we're in public and I can't— r-right now, we— I don't want—" he was having trouble articulating, he had to go so bad— "I— do you understand?"
"Right, right, of course. Sorry." Viktor's face softened more, all the playful, teasing edge slipping out of his tone and expression. "I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. Let's go find you a restroom."
"Th-thank you." Yuuri pushed aside anxious thoughts that he was ruining his time together with Viktor and just clung to his hand as they pushed back through the crowd, trying to hold back increasingly desperate whines.
The pressure in his bladder was starting to feel unbearable. His free hand twitched, wanting to hold himself back, but he resisted the urge—fidgeting desperately in public was embarrassing enough, he didn't need to be holding himself too. In an effort to cope with the overwhelming desperation, he zoned out, removing himself from the situation and focusing only on the calming sensation of Viktor's skin against his, the cool metal of his ring pressing lightly into his palm.
Viktor's voice snapped him back to reality, and Yuuri couldn't even focus on that for a second, instead noticing the odd wet sensation between his legs.
His face burned crimson. Had he been leaking that whole time he was zoned out?
Not seeing any visible stain, he shook himself, resolving to pay more attention to keeping his increasingly achingly full bladder under control. "S-sorry, what were you saying...?"
"I said—" He was surprised that Viktor's voice was still gentle and patient; it must've been the third time he'd repeated himself— "it doesn't seem like there are any bathrooms without a long line."
Yuuri was quiet, processing, growing more anxious. "Okay..."
"There are a few things you could do," he continued, and he still sounded so calm, so gentle. "You could just find somewhere to go besides a restroom—" Yuuri began violently shaking his head— "right, I didn't think so."
Viktor gave his fiancé's hand a quick, understanding squeeze before continuing. "We could also try to make it back to the hotel, or see if we can find a shorter line, or you could just... wait it out?"
Yuuri fell silent again, not weighing his options so much as fighting off his desperation and trying to determine how much time he had left before his bladder gave out entirely.
"U—um." His voice was a bit scratchy with disuse and anxiety, and he leaned closer to Viktor, seeking warmth, distraction, comfort, his hand gripping his fiancé's still tighter, no doubt leaving a ring-shaped imprint somewhere on his fingers. "We can try to find a line... I think... I might be okay." He sniffled lightly in the cold air. "Let's just see how it goes..."
"Alright." Viktor gave Yuuri's hand another reassuring squeeze before gently pulling him along the way to the nearest, shortest line. "Whatever makes you comfy."
No less than five minutes later, Yuuri was feeling very decidedly not comfy. The line had barely moved an inch, and he was becoming frantic—there was no way he wasn't cutting off circulation in Viktor's hand by now. His bladder felt almost painfully full, and he was barely holding himself together, anxiety quelled only by the fact that he hadn't leaked any more.
"Yuuri."
He was silent, fidgeting constantly, not looking up, giving no indication he'd heard Viktor. Viktor's worries multiplied, and he took a step closer to him. "Yuuri, how are you holding up?"
Jumping slightly, Yuuri's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to respond. The only sound that left, however, was a weak sort of squeaking sound that trailed into a whimper as he was hit by another wave of desperation. It was too much, too urgent for him to hold back, and he felt his underwear dampen in uncontrollable spurts. His mind whirled with panic— I can't hold it, I can't hold it, I'm going to piss myself, in front of everyone, I'm going to fucking piss myself...
"I— nnh. Th-this— I can't. I can't, Viktor, I-I—"
"Yuuri, look at me. It's alright, you can do it—"
"N-no!" Yuuri's voice came as a teary snap, harsher than he'd intended. "I-I can't, the— everyone w-will, ugh— we're i-in public and I can't, it's too much—"
To Yuuri's overwhelming relief, Viktor seemed to see the worry in his expression and body language and somehow understood his anxious rambling to mean "I'm not going to make it please get me away from people", and dragged him by the hand towards an alleyway that looked mostly secluded. As his fiancé quietly escorted him to privacy, safety, he furiously ignored the continuous spurts of warm urine that were escaping and starting to soak through his pants.
He was eventually pushed gently against a brick wall, Viktor cradling both of his hands, no one else in sight. "You can go, it's okay." Viktor interrupted himself to give a calming, caring kiss to the top of the shaking, squirming boy's head. "No one can see you, you're safe, let it out."
Too desperate to think rationally, Yuuri wasted no time in doing just as he said. He gave a long, shaky, relieved sigh, just on the edge of a moan, the pink in his cheeks no longer from the cold as piss flowed freely down his legs, soaking his clothes and puddling on the street. It was less embarrassing, alone like this; he almost found the warmth streaming down his thighs pleasant, pleasurable. The furious blush on Viktor's cheeks wasn't helping his odd arousal, either. Yuuri shook it off, telling himself he'd talk about it with him later.
Yuuri shivered lightly as the stream trickled off, his bladder finally emptying, the last of the urine dripping from his wet legs and puddling on the ground. He gave a quiet sigh, managing to look back up at Viktor.
"Uh—" He let out a sudden, sheepish bark of a laugh, rubbing at the tears still on his cheeks. "S-sorry... If I'd known this would happen, I would've gone earlier... y-you shouldn't have to—"
"No, darling, it's fine." Viktor gave his fiancé a gentle hug, rocking him slightly back and forth. "It's not your fault, you couldn't help it. See, here—" Seemingly inspired, he quickly unbuttoned his jacket and tied it smartly around Yuuri's waist, uncaring of the designer label.
"Viktor..." Yuuri's voice wobbled softly, a little emotionally overwhelmed. "You freaked out when Makkachin licked the lapel of that last week, how could you..."
"Because you're more important to me than the money I spent on this." He gently cupped Yuuri's chin, tilting his gaze up for a kiss that was sheepishly and gladly accepted. "Don't be silly, honey—you being happy is what I want to see more than anything." |
What better way to return to the scene then with a story. I hope I have not lost my touch and you all enjoy.
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The whole school had been buzzing with excitement all day. Homecoming could not compare, the football game tonight was the biggest of the entire season. Kaitlynn, a senior and well established member of the school cheer squad, had to be the most excited of all to watch her school face off against their rivals. The head cheerleader had been working on the routine for weeks, and by now it came to every member of the squad as easily as breathing did. All during the school day Kaitlynn was filled with excess energy in anticipation of the game.
Kaitlynn had so much energy running through her at the end of the day that she decided it would be best to work out the nerves prior to by going for a run. So, she headed to the women’s locker room and went to her locker. She quickly changed into her gym clothes, grabbed and filled a water bottle, then made her way over to the track. She had sipped quite a bit of water on her way over so she refilled the water bottle once there and then set off to run a couple miles.
By the time she had finished she had successfully worked out her nerves and did not have long until she would need to be out on the field. She quickly chugged down the rest of her water bottle as she made her way back to the locker room, ducking inside in haste to avoid being late. She strips down to the nude, her entire body exposed to the locker room air as she showered. Someone cleared their throat behind her and she quickly spun around to see Hunter, school photographer, standing behind her. He quickly looks up and down her naked form. “What are you doing in the woman’s locker room!” Kaitlynn squeals. Hunter shook his head with a laugh. “This is the men’s locker room. I forgot my watch in here after taking it off for PE class,” Hunter explains and he holds up the watch in question. Kaitlynn’s face turns bright red. Hunter just shakes his head, retrieves a towel, and tosses it to her. “You may want to hurry. The game starts soon and you wouldn’t want to be late.” “Thank you!” Kaitlynn tells him as she dries off, wraps herself in a towel, and swiftly leaves the men’s locker room before ducking into the correct one. She goes to her locker and pulls on her red cheer panties and short skirt before putting on a black push up bra and then the red cropped shirt brandishing her school’s initials. She double checks that her long, black hair is secured tightly into its ponytail, and fixes her bangs before finally putting on her socks and black tennis shoes and rushing out to the football field.
The first quarter sails by quickly. She and the rest of the members of the team spend the majority of the time standing with only occasional breaks to sit down when there is action on the field or the referee is deliberating on a particularly tough call. The rest of the time is spent stood up, bouncing around and trying to keep the crowd’s energy up. At some point, Kaitlynn noticed Hunter standing to the side taking photos of the game and occasionally grabbing photos of the enthusiastic cheer squad as well. She then grows nervous. She knows he had already had his camera with him when he spotted her in the locker room. Had he taken her photo before announcing his presence to her? She suddenly became terrified of the possibility and so during the next lull in action she decided to approach him instead of sitting down. As she walked over she began to feel a pang in her bladder but she pushed it aside, it was not as if she could leave the field anyway. She walked up rob Hunter and opened her mouth to speak but before she could say a single word Hunter was cutting her off. “I didn’t take any photos of you while you were in the locker room. Just so you know.” Kaitlynn blushed at having made such a snap judgment. “Sorry” she mumbled. “Don’t worry about it. I guess it is a pretty fair question. Looks like you’re up though, better go back over to your squad and look pretty” he joked. Kaitlynn nodded happily, feeling so relieved that she had not needed to worry. But her worries were actually just beginning.
It was about halfway through the second quarter when Kaitlynn realized that her bladder was getting very full. Full enough for her to worry about. This was why she preferred basketball season. During basketball season they got to spend more time sitting and on break, and the nearest bathrooms were in the locker rooms connected to the gym so it was easy to sneak out for a quick pee break. On the football field you had to walk back to the school and then down several hallways before reaching a bathroom, which meant it took to long to try and sneak away during the game. Sure, for the spectators half time provided plenty of time for that, but the cheer squad has to do a routine at the end of half time to renew the crowd’s energy right before play restarts and the spectator induced lines would surely prevent Kaitlynn from returning in time for the performance. So she could do nothing but pray her bladder held out until the end of the game, even though she could feel it continue to fill. As the end of the second quarter neared, Kaitlynn was growing incredibly desperate. She was not sure how long the game had been going on by that point but it felt as if it had been hours. She cursed the shortness of her skirt, for making her panties so visible. If she leaked almost every move would expose the wet spot to the crowd. Signs of her desperation were beginning to poke through, but everyone else was oblivious to her plight. Everyone, except Hunter.
Hunter had become fascinated with wetting recently, scanning through different sites and forums online. He marveled at the photos some people would submit, but had resigned himself to never having the opportunity to take such photos himself. But standing on the field, watching Kaitlynn silently struggle, he began to think his luck may have changed. He may have been school photographer but the camera was his own, and he had the perfect cover to take photos of Kaitlynn’s desperation since he was there’s no official school business to document the game for the school’s homepage. He decided that he would do his job yes, take photos of the football game he could barely understand, of the other cheerleaders. He would make sure he had amazing shots to present to the principal on Monday. But he would also make sure to get photos of poor, desperate Kaitlynn for his own enjoyment during the upcoming weekend. His Friday night had suddenly gotten a whole lot better.
Half time rolled around and the bleachers began to clear a bit as people left to grab food and drinks from the nearby concessions stand or to run to the bathroom. Kaitlynn stared at these people jealously, wishing she were them before finding herself a spot on the grass to sit. She assumed sitting would help but even still she squirmed. She didn’t know how she would last another minute, let alone the rest of the game. She already knew there was no way she could squat somewhere with so many people out on the field but she looked around for one anyway, squirming in place and fantasizing about finding a secluded bush to squat behind and let loose. The image caused her to leak into her pants and she squealed in surprise before quickly grasping her crotch to prevent any more from leaking out. The other girls in the squad were all chatting and laughing with each other, oblivious to poor Kaitlynn’s desperate need as she jumped up and began to pace a bit, taking advantage of everyone else’s distraction to dance around a bit.
Of course Hunter was not distracted in the slightest. He had excitedly captured photos of her squirming, had been delighted to grab one of her pressing her hands to her crotch to avoid leaking further, and he now had a few photos of her dancing around. He was in heaven and prayed the show wouldn’t end. He saw Kaitlynn suddenly plop back down onto the grass and decided to move as close as he could without giving away his actions, wondering what her next plan of action was.
Kaitlynn had given up on the idea of making it through the whole game. Her entire bladder was on fire, but an idea had come to her mind. Some of the other girls had taken seats right by her and she was wary they would notice but she figured she could get away with it. So she carefully maneuvered her hands to underneath her and began to work her red panties down her thighs, exposing her womanhood to the grass beneath her. The other girls remained oblivious, even as Hunter’s eyes widened. It was hard to see and he certainly did not have the right angle to take a photo but he could tell. Yes he could tell what she was planning on doing. Feeling mischievous, Hunter went over and leaned down next to her, whispering in her ear “You really have to go that bad?”. Kaitlynn’s face flushed red, looking up at Hunter in panic. He snickered and say directly across from her. “I would sit cross legged or else you will probably wet your skirt” he advised. Kaitlynn knew he was right but they also both knew this would give Hunter a great view of the show from his position. He raised one eyebrow at her before she bit her lip nervously and then took his advice. Hunter was in disbelief, openly staring at Kaitlynn’s quivering vagina as she blushed. Kaitlynn hesitated for a moment but then swallowed her pride and let go, her stream pouring out of her. She sighed in relief as she slowly emptied herself into the grass, Hunter staring at the beautiful sight in front of him.
What felt like only seconds later Hunter noticed something behind Kaitlynn and abruptly stood up, smirking at her. He then walked off back to where he’d have great shots of the field. Kaitlynn was about to question his sudden movement when she was surprised by the voice of one of her fellow cheerleaders. “Half time is over, time for our routine!” the girl enthusiastically told Kaitlynn before flouncing off. Kaitlynn panicked, cutting off her stream with great difficulty before pulling back up her panties. She prayed that her still wet urethra hadn’t left a wet spot on the panties as it would surely show. She though she would be able to relieve herself fully but having to stop prematurely had made her desperation worse. It was like her bladder had gotten to experience relief and now it demanded the whole thing. Kaitlynn wanted to cry even as she made her way to center field with the rest of the cheer quad to start the routine.
Hunter had never seen a better half time show. He took professional photos as he should but made sure to watch the struggling Kaitlynn. The routine had so many spins, splits, and high kicks he could only imagine how much pain she must have been in. He hoped she would have to run off field desperate so he could get another show like before.
Hunter knew the minute the dam broke. Kaitlynn’s eyes grew wide, freezing for just a moment in her choreography. The poor soul could do nothing but keep dancing but Hunter was in shock. From the sidelines it was hard to tell but when he zoomed in with his camera there was no mistaking the small rivulets that were starting to stream down her thighs. Soon those rivulets were pulses of occasional flooding and eventually the piss was just flowing freely out of her. Poor thing soldiered on through the routine along with the rest of her squad but Hunter was in heaven. Shockingly enough many of the crowd remained oblivious but Hunter was getting amazing shot after amazing shot of Kaitlynn’s humiliation. The other cheerleaders of course knew, how could they not when it was happening right next to them, but they too maintained a professional facade. Kaitlynn’s stream ended before the routine, to her relief, but several of the moves still flashed her sodden panties to the unsuspecting crowd and Hunter’s immense pleasure.
Eventually the routine ended and, after a stern warning from the head cheerleader to be more careful of her bladder and several words of sympathy from the other girls, Kaitlynn trudged back to the sidelines. Once she got there Hunter walked over, leaning into her space again, and whispering into her ear “Now that I took photos of” |
Credit to Sam996 for the idea for this story
Also, apologies for not finishing the elevator story, I got lost thinking of how to end it and too much time had passed. If any of you still wish for me to finish it I will try my best to.
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“And there we go, the last one.” Clara attached the last baby-proof lock in the house, on the toilet.
”Safe and sound huh?” Her husband Henry came up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. “I’m leaving now.”
”Now?” Clara turned around to face her husband. “You said not till after dinner.”
”Things have changed, they need me now.” He kissed on the forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few days.”
”I love you.”
”Love you too.” He pushed back her blonde curls and kissed on her the lips.”
“When is the sitter getting here?” Clara asked her husband as he walked to the door.
”Probably like ten minutes.” They had hired a babysitter to watch their son Greyson while Henry was away and Clara had work.
“Goodbye.”
”Bye baby.”
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About an hour later Clara was finishing up her last preparations before work. She put on her makeup and changed into her clothes. She was a kindergarten teacher for the afternoon class. She was lucky enough to have been friendly with the retiring teacher and managed to grab the job at the ripe age of 29.
She pulled into her jeans and her jacket and slipped her feet into her tan ankle boots. She headed for the door before she felt a slight edge from her bladder. She headed to the bathroom and attempted to pull open the toilet. The child lock refused.
”Shit.” She muttered to herself. “Fine, I’ll just go at work.” She turned and headed out to her car.
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A few hours later Clara returned home to get some well earned rest. Dealing with a class of unruly children was busy and kept her moving. She realized as she looked at all the empty water bottles in the passenger seat that she had drank four water bottles at work.
She felt a slight pang in her bladder, remembered she hadn’t used a restroom since she first arrived at work. She quickly got out her car and went inside, heading straight for the bathroom. The heels of her boots loudly clacked across the floor as she approached the restroom.
She opened the restroom door and again saw the dreaded lock. She bent down and tugged on it again.
“Come on, let’s come off please.” Her need for a toilet was amplified 200% by her proximity to one.
Her phone went off in her pocket, the vibrations hit her bladder and forced one hand to to her crotch. The other dug into her pocket, trying to find her phone.
“Hello?” She said in an irritated voice when she held it up to her ear.
“Hey beautiful.” It was Henry.
“Hey Henry, how was the flight?”
“Pretty good, slept through most of it. How’s things back home?”
“Can’t get this damn lock off the toilet. Kinda have to pee.” Clara danced in place as she talked.
“I gotta go, stay safe babe.”
“Wait Henry...” She had forgotten to ask him what to do. “Son of a bitch. Next to her, the bathroom faucet leaked.
Drip, drop. Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
Her lower lip quivered. The tight belt of her jeans dug into her bladder. She desperately clutched her woman parts, holding back the lake ready to burst inside her.
She walked into the living room and tried to think of a solution. She looked out the window and saw her neighbors sprinkler sending it’s clouds flying all over the grass.
Clara considered heading back to the school to make a break for the bathroom but the doors would most likely be locked. Then she remembered she had to pick up Greyson from the babysitter in twenty-minutes. If she could hold it until then she could ask the sitter to make a bathroom break at her house. She decided to leave early to distract herself on the road.
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“Why did I leave?” Clara was asking herself as she squirmed in her seat. Traffic had almost completely stopped after an accident occurred around a hundred feet ahead of her. She was only about five minutes from the sitters house but the traffic turned the five minutes into an hour.
She spotted a woman in dress clothes making a mad dash into the woods next to the street, probably sharing a similar predicament. She reached down to feel her oversized bladder as she contemplated following suit.
Suddenly, the traffic started to move again. She went to drive forward but the woman’s car was in front of her. A horn honked behind her and a jet of warm pee shot itself into her panties. The woman came running back, a hand planted firmly in her crotch, leading Clara to assume the woman never managed to get her sweet relief.
When Clara arrived at the babysitters house she quickly parked and ran up to the door. She knocked on it and danced in place as she waited for the door. She stood up straight as the door opened, making the pain even more agonizing.
“Hello?” The babysitter opened the door. She was a short girl with dark black hair, not much younger than Clara. “Greyson’s in the living room, I’ll go get him.”
“Thank you, um, is there any chance I can use the bathroom?”
“Sorry, there is um. Someone in there.”
“Someone in there? Who else is here?” Clara was infuriated. Both by the lack of a restroom for her to use and the fact that someone was in the house with her son that she didn’t know about.
“He my, ummm...” The girl stuttered. “He’s my boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“Don’t worry Greyson loved him.” The girl tried to calm her.
“Yeah, great.” The boyfriend wasn’t the main thing she was worried about.
“If I tell you the truth, I can’t wait for him to get out. I’m dying for a pee.” The girl reached down to her crotch.
“Yeah, me too.” Clara reached down and clutched her self. At this point she could care less what the babysitter thought.
“Bryan, let’s go I gotta pee!” The girl shouted to the bathroom door.
“Gimme a minute Nikki, I’m a little busy.”
“Oh my god he’s taken a shi- poop.” Nikki corrected herself.
“I don’t care I curse too.” Clara was beyond caring about anything other than a bathroom by now.
“If it makes you feel better you can sit on the couch. Just try not to, you know... make it wet.”
“Yeah I won’t.” Clara replied, but she wasn’t really too sure.
“Hey bud.” She sat down on the couch. Greyson was on the floor a few feet in front of her.
“Mommy!” He ran over and hugged her, unknowingly squeezing her bladder.
“Ooooh- it great to see you buddy.”
“Watch, watch the show!” He pointed at the mindless cartoons playing on the tv. Clara tried as hard as she could to pay attention to distract herself from her bodily needs. Greyson sat back on the floor, enthralled with what was playing out on screen.
“Oh my god, Bryan hurry up!” Nikki was banging on the door behind her. Clara looked back to see her with a hand buried in her grey leggings but quickly looked away when Nikki noticed.
Finally, Bryan stepped out. Nikki went to walk in but decided not to when she smelt the bathroom.
“Oh my gawd, Bryan you’re disgusting.” She held her nose. Clara stood up from the couch, determined to go in anyway.
“Who is dis?” Bryan barely stuttered. He was very clearly drunk. He stepped over to Clara and tried to hold her hips.
“Get off me.” She pushes him away. “I have a husband.”
“Don’t mean nothing to me.”
“Alright Bryan lets go!” Nikki took him by the hand and dragged him to the door. “Your embarrassing me.”
“You let him get drunk in front of my son?” Clara was beyond fuming.
“I’m sorry, he drinks everyday.”
“I think I’m going to find a new babysitter.” Clara grabbed Greyson and went towards the door. Her bladder reminded her again of her need. She knew she would never make it home.
“If you don’t want me to work for you anymore fine, but stay out of my bathroom.”
“You let your drunk boyfriend near my son. I’ll use whatever toilet I please.” She walked towards the bathroom but Nikki stood between her and her porcelain throne.
“That’s gonna cost extra.”
“You bitch, let me piss!” She swore, forgetting her son was there.
“Mommy lets go I wanna go home and play!” Greyson tugged on Clara’s arm. The last thing she wanted was to get in that car again.
“Get out of my house.” Nikki stood firmly in the doorway, trying as hard as possible to ignore the horrific smell.
Both of them stood there, locked in place staring at one another. Greyson got bored and went back to watching the TV. Occasionally one of the two would bounce or bite their lip. Both of them desperately needed the bathroom. Nikki was kept from it by the smell, Clara by Nikki.
Eventually it came to the point that Clara could not wait any longer. She was consistently losing drops into her panties. She started to look for ways to get Nikki out of the way.
Nikki sniffed with her nose, and noticed that the smell was gone. She turned towards the toilet when Clara spoke up.
“Wait, I’ll keep paying you. I’ll even pay you right now if you let me in.”
“How much?”
“I have $15.”
“Not much, but I guess it warrants a toilet trip. Hand it over.” Nikki took a step forward. “Take ten steps backwards.” Clara stepped back, her bladder moaning every step of the way.
Clara pretended to hold out the money before sprinting past the younger girl. She stepped towards the bathroom but Nikki threw herself down and caught Clara’s ankle.
“Aggh” Clara groaned as her bladder hit the floor. She reached her hands out, reaching towards the precious relief only inches from her grasp.
“Look at that nice sweet relief. So close, imagine how nice it would be to sit on the toilet and just let loose the load, just sit down and- ahhhhhhhhh.” A hissing noise was heard. Clara turned around to see Nikki setting herself. Dark streaks ran down her grey leggings all the way to her fuzzy slippers.
Clara pried her ankle loose and and closed the bathroom door. She sat down on the toilet and let loose. Her stream shot out like a firehouse into the water below as she let out a night moan. Her pee lasted over two minutes until finally it started to turn into a light trickle.
She exited the bathroom to see Nikki in tears on the ground. Her pants were soaked and a puddle was all around her.
“Look, hun I’m sorry.” Clara suddenly felt bad for the poor girl. “If it makes you feel better you can have the $15.” She placed the bill on the ground next to her. Nikki said nothing.
“Greyson lets go!” She shouted to her son. He ran over and put in his shoes. Clara turned to the door when she heard Greyson yell out.
“Mommy you wet yourself!” Clara reached back and felt a wet spot formed on her rear end.
“Oh, I didn’t notice that, let’s go hunny.” She turned out the door, but in the process didn’t see Nikki pull out her phone and capture a quick picture, soon to be all over social media... |
Katie was a freshman in college. She had started the previous fall, and now it was the cold days of December. She felt that she made a smooth transition between high school and college, except for one aspect. Katie was always wanting to have a college boyfriend. During high school, she was well known throughout for having plenty of boyfriends, usually 1 every few months. However, as college came, it seemed like nobody wanted to date her.
Katie was by no means unattractive, she had long, smooth brunette hair that flowed to her shoulders, she had a petit frame, only standing 5' 6", and had perky breasts that caught the attention of some. Her skin was smooth all around, with no visual issues.
Katie went through her classes, and usually managed to ace them, and she was a very bright student. On one particular weekend, she was completely free. She had no extra work to make up, and planned just to lounge around for the 2 days. She was checking her phone when she received a text. It was from a number she didn't recognize.
"Hey, Katie, you probably don't know me, but it's Warren, I'm in one of your classes, but we never talk. Anyways, I was wondering, if you weren't busy this weekend, did you want to go out with me?" Katie read to herself. After reading, she had to take a step back from her phone. Somebody had asked her out! She immediately jumped on her phone and replied.
"Sure, I would love to!" Katie was ecstatic, she had finally been asked out! The two of them worked out a time they would leave, and would meet in the main campus park before.
The next day, Katie woke up bright and early. She quickly showered, and relieved herself before getting dressed. It was a cold day, so Katie out on a pair of skinny jeans, and a long sleeve shirt and coat. She grabbed her belongings and went to meet her new date. She found him sitting on a bench, scrolling on his phone.
"Hey Warren!" Katie said cheerfully. He looked up and saw her.
"Oh, hi Katie, you're early!" He replied.
"Yeah, I know, but shall we get going?" Katie said.
"Sure, it's awfully cold, do you want to get a coffee?" Warren offered. Katie nodded, and the two walked to a nearby coffee shop. Warren got a small coffee, while Katie got a large espresso, which she downed in only a few minutes.
"Geez, how fast do you drink?" Warren was surprised.
"I guess, I'm a fast drinker! I might as well take one for the road." Katie got up and ordered the same thing, just as Warren finished his drink. The two exited the store, and Katie began downing the 2nd drink as well.
"There's a movie showing nearby, do you want to go see it?" Warren offered.
"Sure!" Katie nodded in agreement and the two of them entered the theatre and bought tickets, Katie threw her empty cup away, and promptly ordered a large soda, along with popcorn. Warren and Katie went into the theatre and watched the movie. Midway through, Warren slowly moved his hand to grasp Katie's and she accepted the gesture. The two of them held hands through the rest of the movie.
At the same time, Katie could feel her bladder getting ever more full. Having finished her soda, wasn't helping her cause.
"I guess I could've gone before we came in to the movie." Katie grimaced, but didn't want to leave. She didn't want to ruin the moment, and get up and leave.
When the movie finished, the two of them got up, and exited the theatre. At this point, Katie had consumed 2 large coffees and a large soda, and she could feel it. She had to go really badly, and the tight jeans she wore, weren't helping her cause, putting more pressure on her bladder. She didn't want to make a point to stop, so she grudgingly kept going.
"Do you want some lunch?" Warren asked politely. Katie accepted and the two of them walked to a nearby cafe. They ordered sandwiches, and some water. During their meal, Warren noticed that Katie seemed distracted, and not focused.
"Hey, Katie, are you ok." He inquired.
"What? Oh...yeah, I'm fine, why do you ask?"
"You just seem, distracted, that's all." Warren was still suspicious.
"I'm fine....really." Katie assured him. In reality, she wasn't fine at all. Her bladder was desperately full. Everything she drank that morning, found its way to her bladder, and was now begging for relief. "I think I'm ready to go now...." Katie motioned. Warren was concerned, as they had only started eating a few minutes ago. But, he didn't want to say no, so they left.
"Look, if you didn't want to go back Katie that's fine...." Warren said.
"It's not that, it's just I...." Katie began.
"Let me guess, you have to go to the bathroom?" He concluded.
"What? How did you know...." She was surprised.
"Two things. One, you drank a lot of stuff this morning, and you aren't really hiding it very well." He motioned at Katie's visible bulge. She realized that she had been caught, and he knew it.
"Why didn't you just go to the bathroom?" He asked.
"Umm....I don't know how to say this..." Warren motioned for her to continue. "I kind of like holding my pee...." Katie said while twiddling her thumbs.
"Katie....you are into that too?" Warren asked. He had watched several videos of girls holding their pee, and now, he had a pretty girl who was doing it right in front of him. She nodded her head.
"Ive always enjoyed watching girls desperate, and to be honest, it has been somewhat enjoyable seeing you squirm in desperation." Warren admitted. "Would you hold....longer for me?" He asked frankly.
While Katie was ever so desperate to pee, she knew that she found the perfect boyfriend, one who shared her interest, and would do anything to please him.
"Of course I will hold longer for you...." She said with a wide grin. |
AN- Hello! This story takes place in the universe of and using characters from the series Grimm. It may be a bit confusing without having watched the show. This is also focused on male desperation, so for those of you into female only, this story probably won't be your cup of tea! If you like the story, or have a suggestion for a different one please let me know, and I may get around to writing it if it's an idea I like. Thanks!
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Nick had been a detective for a long time at this point. He'd learned to handle the monotony when on a stakeout. Sometimes it was even enjoyable, sitting the car with his partner, Hank. They could talk, switch off watch, whatever they needed to keep up their morale as long as the job got done. A recent string of bloody murders had necessitated the duo watching their suspect’s house. Nick was pretty confident whatever they were dealing with was some sort of wesen. It seemed like every case was since he became a Grimm.
“You didn't see anything when we met with her, right?” Hank asked, before taking a short sip from his coffee. Nick shook his head no in response. The encounter had been fairly brief and civil with the young Latina woman, Maria Espinoza, they were now watching for. She would likely have seemed an unusual suspect to an outsider. The victims had run the gamut, including both a six foot tall skin-head looking biker who was built like a tank, and a petite African American girl who was the captain of her college’s debate team. The only things they appeared to have in common was a particularly brutal set of bite marks on their wrists and slashes across their necks, and they both had been seen leaving different bars with their suspect on the nights of their untimely deaths.
“Nothing concrete. I don't know what kind of Wesen we’re dealing with yet.” The Grimm confirmed, chewing his lip after. This girl didn't look like a double murderer, but then again they never did. Not before they woged, at least. Nick took another long drink, draining another cup of coffee. They'd been sitting for closing in on four hours at that point, and Nick was getting restless for more than one reason. The caffeine had gotten him a little jittery, sure, but there was a very noticeable discomfort growing in his bladder too. All that coffee had to go somewhere, after all, and he'd had a couple cups. It wasn't too bad yet, but Nick knew it would be getting worse in relatively short order. For the time being though, he chose to ignore it.
“Do you ever wonder how many of these cases we took before you could see what we were up against?” Hank asked, somewhat absently.
“Yeah, I do. There were some cases that make a lot more sense now than they ever did before.” Nick mused, idly twirling a pen in his hands as he did so. It was one of the many sketching implements he used. “There was an arson I saw happen while I was still a beat cop. I remember hearing some weird things about it. Looking back I bet it was that same Daemonfure.”
Hank nodded before the duo lapsed back into silence. Nick watched the front door, windows, anything he could find, still searching for signs of life. He didn't think Maria would he home at this point, but he wasn't sure. Her home wasn't in the best of shape either. What looked like it had begun life as a decent manufactured home had become disheveled over years of neglect. The yard seemed to have been mowed a while back, as tall grass grew around different pieces of debris scattered across the lawn. Night was settling in fast, casting long shadows across everything. Absently, he grabbed a bottle of water out of the back and cracked it open.
He noticed what appeared to be a stray dog moving past the house. The pup seemed to stiffen, starting to sniff the air nervously near the driveway. He cautiously closed in on the garage, taking another deep sniff, before yelping and running off as fast as possible. Nick and Hank exchanged a knowing look. That pretty confirmed their suspicions of wesen, and likely some kind of canine. That tended to scare off other dogs from everything he'd seen.
His mind began to wander back to Juliet at home. Things had been so weird lately, it felt like. Then again, things had been pretty weird for a long time at this point. At least now he could confide in her about what was really going on now, and it sure was nice to be home. He loved Monroe, who had practically become family at this point, but damn it was nice to be home. He'd started to really feel like a third wheel between the Blutbad and Rosalie anyway.
“Nick, you watching this?” Hank asked, bringing Nick back to reality, though he didn't seem to notice that he was halfway through his new drink. A beat up blue Saturn sedan, the same color as the paint flecks they'd found under the fingernails of the female victim, was slowly rattling up the driveway belonging to their suspect. Nick sat up, staring intently at the scene unfolding before him. His suspect got out of the driver's side door, grinning and giggling as they stumbled around to the passenger and opened the door. A remarkably tall woman with light skin and pale hair began to get out. She too seemed to be having a good time, as she stopped mid exit to make out with the suspect. Nick cocked an eyebrow. That wasn't exactly a display he was expecting to see.
Even more unexpectedly, the creature appeared to wog in the middle of their session. What had stood before him as a small woman suddenly had a dark color across her body. In the darkness Nick couldn't see every detail, but a pair of of huge, bat like ears stuck out like a sore thumb. “I've never seen this before.” He murmured to Hank.”Maybe another kind of bat?”
Impatiently, the Grimm watched the women flop back down on each other in the car. If it was a bat, there would be a sound component. Nick was confident there was nothing going on that would require his intervention quite yet. The two sure took their sweet time though, to the point he was starting to get annoyed. A now empty bottle of water lay discarded on the seat behind him.
He shifted, trying to get more comfortable. His body was sending him more pressing signals now that he needed to pee. As Nick waited, he realized he'd been drinking a bit much while in the car, no wonder he was really needing to go. The detective could swear he felt the urine inside him slosh to the side as he tried in vain to find a more comfortable position. He frowned, and made sure to keep his eyes on the scene. A potty break wasn't in the cards right now. He'd simply have to hold it.
The little monster began to lead the tall woman toward the front door. The two could hardly keep their hands off each other as she fiddled with the key, and them eventually stumbled through the entrance. This was the opening the two detectives were waiting for.
The front door swung shut, Nick and Hank exited the car with trained silence. Nick went to go around the back, and Hank took the front. Normally he'd rather have seen the change in day time, but this creature’s MO seemed to involve nights. He was starting to become more certain it was a bat as he rounded the back of the trailer. Adrenaline shot through his body, and while had didn't sweat, he felt a pulsing urgency coming from below. His bladder was getting much more insistent now as it continued to fill. Briefly, he considered relieving himself where he was. The last thing he needed was a murderous Wesen to walk out while he was taking a piss. He'd wait. He had to just wait.
Nick peered into the windows, but the thick, dark curtains hid anything else going on behind them. He listened carefully, ears straining to catch any sound of of place. A loud shriek split through the night like a lightning bolt. There was no thought as the detective drew his gun and kicked in the back door.
“Police! Stop!” Nick shouted. The Wesen, whatever it was, stood on top of the other woman, chomping relentlessly at her wrists. The woman screamed in terror and confusion, which only seemed to further frenzy the hairy beast on top of her. It was dark, with short, velvety hair. There was no time to do anything other than tackle the monster. Before he knew it, Nick was on top of the creature, deftly rolling off the other woman and onto a coffee table. The fall was broken by the Wesen as Hank dashed around a corner, quickly sprinting to the blonde to try and get her to safety. Nick vaguely thought he heard Hank calling for backup, but there was no way for him to focus on that now.
He had been right, this was some kind of Canine, but he didn't have any idea what. Really, he was lucky. Canine Wesen tended to have strength and speed, but little else, and the element of surprise had given Nick the advantage. He watched as the creature stared hatefully into his eyes for a moment before realization clicked into place and she knew what she was up against. No Wesen wanted to be caught off guard by a Grimm like this.
She fought back like a bat out of hell, trying her damnedest to bite Nick, and failing that flip him over so she had the upper hand. Even in Wesen form, she didn't have enough strength to fully get control. Nick thought he had her, until she headbutted him on the nose. Pain shot through his skull and saw stars, losing his grip enough for her to get up and start to run.
Nick quickly got his bearings, and bolted after the Wesen down the main hallway. The light cascading from the living room didn't go very far down the hall. She tore into one of the bedrooms and slammed the door behind her. Nick was hot on her heels, adrenaline pumping through his body as he chased. He kicked down the door with ease, the crappy lock hardly making an effort to stop him. Eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness, Nick lunged and made a second successful tackle onto the female Wesen.
He pushed her onto the ground, and this time she went down face first. He strained to get the cuffs on her despite her fighting back, and prevailed. Nick continued to lay flat across her back, putting pressure onto her lungs, until she went back into her human form and seemed to go limp. He went to get to all fours, when suddenly the woman he could again positively identify as Maria tensed her body, and kicked wildly backwards. One of her flailing feet connected with Nick's abdomen harshly. He hadn't been expected anything like it, and it hurt like hell. Maria through a smug look over her shoulder, but her smugness was interrupted by an immediate hissing sound in response.
Nick was in too much pain to regain control as he felt his bladder involuntarily empty itself all over himself and the back of his now captured murderer. It felt like letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, just a sudden pure relief as the liquid left his body. Even with everything going on around him, letting go felt so good. While Nick rarely ran out of breath these days for reasons he didn't fully understand, he found himself panting from exertion and some other feeling her couldn't quite identify.
“What is wrong with you?” The woman shouted in indignant rage, scuttling across the floor and getting her back against a wall. She stared at him with a gaze full of disgust and utter contempt. The jeans she'd been wearing were soaked with the Grimm’s urine. Nick had no response. Truthfully, he felt humiliated despite the pleasure, but as a cop, he couldn't do much about that now. He stood up, beginning to walk towards Maria, when Hank finally turned back up.
“You okay?” He asked, as he began to take in the surroundings. Nick looked… Upset, Hank thought, but they'd caught the killer red handed, who appeared to have pissed herself. Additionally, they had acted quick enough to save the other girl, who was now outside.
“Yeah.” Nick nodded, roughly pulling Maria to her feet as he did so. He hoped Hank wouldn’t mention anything, but then realized he was wearing completely black pants as he looked down. There was a slight sheen, but nothing too bad, particularly given the darkness of the trailer. Apparently Maria wasn't a huge fan of lights.
“Are you kidding me? He pissed on me!” The wesen continued, making a scene. A siren blared, clearly close by. “He can't do this! I am going to have a lawyer, and he's to sue all of you! You've got nothing on me!”
Hank shook his head, helping Nick get her out the front door, where a cop car was waiting. He gestured to Nick to go check on the victim while he began reading the Miranda rights to Maria. Nick broke off. He still felt incredibly embarrassed. He'd peed on their soon to be incarcerated murderer. The relief he felt was also incredible. He hadn't realized how long he'd been waiting until it was already coming out. Mixed in with the shame was some weird feelings of pleasure the detective didn't quite know how to respond to.
He went to approach the girl they would likely be needing the testimony of, but felt a hand on his shoulder. “Seems like you've had a rough night. The Captain wants to see you back at the prescient. Hank too.” He recognized the voice as belonging to Wu.
“Thanks, Wu.” He replied thankfully.
Wu nodded, gave a wry smile, and walked up to the blonde Nick and Hank had saved.
Nick went to wait in the car. He had no idea what he was going to say about all this when it came up. |
'That'll be thirteen-fifty, would you like a carrier bag?'
"Thirteen?" The man in front of me asks, picking up his cigarettes. "They're usually cheaper."
"Umm, yeah. They rose the price a short while ago."
The man shrugs and hands me a five and a ten. I punch it into the machine and hand over the change to the man.
"Thanks, have a nice day" I say to him as he walks off. Or more accurately, now that he's already a few feet away.
I lean back in my chair, and look across to Katie. She stares at me from her till, eyes agape like she's seen a ghost. She looks down into the shop to see if there's anyone in, and when she notices there isn't she hops out her chair and comes over to me.
"No way." She says as she walks over. "No bloody way, Charlotte."
"What?" I ask her.
"He spoke to you." She points out, leaning on my till. I had noticed him doing that, I'll be honest...
"Yeah. He did..." I say, trying to figure out if she had a point here.
"I have never heard him speak in my entire life." She tells me. "And I've worked her for about a year!"
"Umm..."
"Katieee!" Comes a third voice, as another girl charges through the front doors of the shop. Katie turns around with a grin.
"Apriiil!" She returns to her.
Katie is my co-worker here - she helped get me this job, so I have to be thankful - even if the work is a bit menial. April is one of her friends. She must be quite a close friend, she comes in every day to pick her up.
"April - get this!" Says Katie, excitedly. "You know the guy who comes in everyday and gets cigarettes?"
"Not personally" Says April. "But lord knows I've heard you talk about him enough!" She says. Katie grins.
"Well, he spoke to Charlotte!" Katie says, as if it were amazing.
April looks at her from a slight angle, raising her hands as if expecting Katie to add something to this.
"He - SPOKE - to her." Katie reiterates."
"And?"
Katie drops her hands and leans backwards slightly, admitting defeat in making her point.
"I have never seen him speak in my entire life. Even that one time I walked into him on the street." Katie explains.
"You mean last week." April asks.
"Y-yeah." Katie confirms.
"After you'd got very drunk?"
"Y-y...Maybe." April looks at her with an eyebrow raised. "Yeah..."
"When you then started shouting at me for pushing you, even though I was a good distance away."
"T-that's the time..." Katie says, blushing a little. April looks to me and smirks. I smirk back.
"Ahem."
A new voice enters our discussion. I turn to the left to notice a customer stood at my till with his shopping. A middle aged man with an impressive beard but completely bald on top. I blush hard and start scanning his stuff as quickly as I can, trying to ignore April's snickering. I try to avoid eye contact with the man as I swipe his stuff across, instead staring intently at each of his items.
Sausages, bacon, tea, bread, Chocolate-Frosted Sugar-bombs, eggs, milk...nothing too interesting, but it saves me the embarrassment of looking this man in the eyes after I'd ignored him like I had.
"The cereal comes with a free bowl if you'd like -"
"No." He grunts, cutting me off.
"T-that's fourteen-eighty s-sir." I say, staring at the till. Out the corner of my eye I can see him gesture to my chest.
"You're new, right?" He asks. He must have noticed my 'I'm new!' badge on my shirt. It's a massive bright red badge, stuck into my white polo shirt.
"Y-yeah." I admit. I guess the badge didn't give it away.
"You won't last long if you spend all your time talking to your friends like that." He tells me. I feel myself blush harder.
"S-sorry..." I mumble. I can hear him sigh. "W-would you like a bag?"
"yeah, please." He says. I hand it to him and wait until he's finished packing until I look up. He gives me a look of general disappointment before leaving.
"Looks like you flubbed that one up." Katie tells me, leaning on my chair behind me. As if I hadn't noticed.
"Yeah, Char!" April says. "How dare you talk to us ever!" She says with a smirk.
"Do it again and you're fired!" Says Katie.
"Not quite, but don't make a habit of it." Comes another voice. I jerk my head to look at the part of the till where customers line up (Is there a name for that?). There's no-one there.
"Over here." Comes the voice again. I look to my right. It's Margret.
Margret's our manager. She's a bit older than Katie, April and I - she must be in her mid-thirties. She's got blonde hair tied into a pony tail, and she's fairly athletic looking. If only she acted as pretty as she looks - she's got the personality of a broody hippo.
"S-sorry Margret!" I say, sitting up and trying to look my best.
"Keep an eye on this one, Maggie!" Says April, pointing to me. I can almost hear 'Maggie' getting angry. "This one's trouble!" April carries on.
Margret goes to say something to April, but stops herself. April doesn't work here, so Margret can't really do anything. She does cast Katie a look though. I can hear Kate stifle a laugh.
Margret turns to me again.
"Katie finishes in five minutes - are you ready for your first shift without her?" She asks me.
No. No I am not.
"Y-yes." I say to Margret, trying to look professional. "I'll be fine." Margret closes her eyes and breathes in, nods, and walks away, back to her office at the back of the store.
"Don't worry about it, Char." Katie tells me. "You'll do fine." she says, and with that walks back to her till. April hangs around with her.
Today's my first full day here at Lowcost - I'd worked half a shift last Friday as a trial, but today's my first full shift. It's pretty late as shifts go, finishing at nine. At least I get to miss the closing period between ten and eleven - Katie tells me that it's all cleaning and restocking - getting ready for tomorrows morning shift.
So far it's not been too bad. None of the customers seem too rude, the chair's not too bad, the uniform is...well, it's a uniform. It doesn't matter what I think of it, it's part of the job.
Cream/brown slacks, and a white polo. That's the uniform. Could certainly be worse, I guess. Shoes are pretty lenient - no trainers, no high-heels, no sandals - so today I'm wearing a pair of white converse shoes. Well, I was wearing them. I've taken them off under the desk - don't tell Margret! Plain white socks aren't part of the uniform, but it's closer than being barefoot, right?
Not that it matters really, no-one can see me from the waist down really. Everything below my shirt is covered by the till itself, so unless someone leans over they won't be able to see. And even then, it'd be hard to see that I didn't have shoes on considering that they're under the chair, and also the fact I might ask them to stop leaning over and looking at my legs. Am I spending too much time on this?
Y-yes I am, there's a customer again!
It's an elderly woman. On the till and slowly coming toward me are some potatoes, onions, minced beef, and bread. I sit awkwardly and wait for the till's belt to haul it over to reaching distance. I pick up the potatoes and go to scan them.
"You-re new, right?" The woman asks. I guess this big red badge is kinda hard to notice among the whiteness that is my shirt.
"Yup." I say to the woman, running her items over the scanner. "First full day today." I tell her.
"You're already doing a better job than some of the other girls here." She says to me in a very matter-of-fact manner.
"Hullo Mrs Jenkins!" I hear Katie say from across her till. April nearly falls off the till as she tries not to laugh. The woman - Mrs Jenkins - turn around, then turns back to me. I look at her blankly, hoping that she'll go away now that I've scanned her stuff.
She stands there and waits a moment. I can see April behind me trying to get back to her feet behind Katie's till.
"How much is it?" The woman asks me.
"Oh! It's eight-fifteen!" I blurt out, looking at Mrs Jenkins and not April anymore. She doesn't seem quite as amused as April is.
"Hmph." She grunts, handing me a tenner. I take it from her and fumble out the correct change, dropping a coin on the counter as I hand it over to her. I scramble to pick it up again.
"Maybe you aren't doing a better job..." The woman growls. I'm taken aback by this. Surely I can't be doing that badly?
"She'll learn, Mrs Jenkins!" Katie says. "One day she'll be as good as me!". April can't hold back her laughter any more and ends up on the floor again, giggling loudly. Mrs Jenkins doesn't even turn to look.
"...I really hope not." She says, picking up her items and putting them in her own bag. She glares at Katie and April - who almost bursts with laughter - and walks out the shop.
I look over to Katie, feeling a mixture of emotions. Mostly confused.
"Don't worry about her, Char." Kate says to me, reading the expression on my face. "She's a regular here, she hates me so much - but she's harmless."
"Just don't break any rules." April reminds me helpfully. "It's funnier that way!"
As April says this a little buzzer goes off on Katie's till. Katie throws both her hands in the air and twirls around in her chair.
"Finished!" She shouts, standing up and pushing her chair out behind her. "Let's get going!"
"Hold on a mo'" says April. "I need to use the loo".
"No you don't" Katie informs her, turning her around by the shoulders. "Let's get going - I just need my jacket."
The two walk off toward the staff-room, then come back out a few seconds later, with Katie now wearing her blue jacket. It clashes a bit with her pale brown skirt and white polo shirt - but that's the uniform. April looks a lot more comfy in her jeans and grey tee-shirt.
The two wave at me as they walk out, and I wave back.
So.
Now it's just me.
Me and this bottle of water. I take a swig and put the bottle down. I check the clock. Only two hours left until nine, then I can leave. I watch Katie and April walk down the road outside, and I can't help but feel a bit envious. I can't watch for too long though - there's another customer.
A man walks over and rolls three large bottles of soda toward me - one normal, one diet, and one New! Orange! variety.
"Oh, hello Charlotte." He says. "I didn't know you worked here."
"Yup!" I tell the man. "Started here yesterday!".
The man is a friend of my dads. Our two families have know each other since we were young - he's got a daughter about a year younger than me. She looks older than me now, though.
I scan the soda's through and put them in a bag.
"That's six-pound-thirty please, Mr. Grahamn." I tell him. He smiles as he hands me the money.
"Tell yours I said hello, won't you?" He asks me. I nod. He smiles again, then heads out the shop.
Well. This is how my evening's going to be going for the next two hours. Sitting here.
Bored.
At least I have my water. I drink from the bottle again.
I'm already at that level of boredom that I'm drinking just to keep myself amused.
I look at myself in the reflective metal on the till. My hairs come a little out of place, so I push it back.
The reflection's not too clear, but I can clearly make myself out in it. I've got dark hair, tied back into a pony tail that rests on my right shoulder, and the front is swept over to the right. My glasses sit comfortably on my face, casting a slight shadow over my cheeks, hiding the freckles a little. I'm fairly short for my age, thin too - so much so that I've had professors at my university question me about my age - I'm nineteen by-the-way. Margret certainly looked over my ID when I applied to work here - thankfully Katie assured her it was correct.
Katie got me the job here, like I said earlier. We both are in the same history class - we got to know each other because I started shopping here after they closed the shop I used to go to. We had met before in class, but that was when I....actually, I'm not going to mention that bit.
I push myself back in my chair, pushing it into the back of the till. I breathe out through my mouth and look down at my feet. Plain white socks still. The floors a bit dirty. My shoes are kicked over to the sides. I go to drink from my bottle again, but manage to knock the lid onto the floor. It rolls slowly to the furthest point and until it falls flat onto one side with a little tapping noise.
Balls.
I look up and around the shop.
Pretty empty.
I slide myself off the chair and clamber under the till. It's really quite cramped, but I can fit in. I grab the bottle-cap.
"Hello?" Comes a voice from above.
"Ouch!" Comes my voice as I bang my head against the till. The first voice surprised me!
"What're you doing down there?" Asks Margret.
"I dropped my lid." I tell her, holding it up as if she needed proof. I then proceed to drop it again. She looks at me like she made a mistake hiring me.
"Leave it." She tells me before I can go after it. "Stay sat up and serve customers - they can't see you if you're down there."
"But there aren't any-"
"Charlotte, stay sat up and serve customers." She tells me, this time quite strictly. She glares at me and I nod. "Good. I'll be in the office if you need me." She turns away to walk off.
"Oh, Margret?" I begin, leaning forward.
"What." She says. She doesn't ask it - she really doesn't want to be asked questions right now.
"Umm, nevermind..." I say, looking down. She sighs.
I was going to ask where the toilets were. Still, I'm only here for another two hours. I can hold it.
A customer walks over. She slaps down a loaf of bread and a six-pack of root beers. The belt hauls them over. As I scan them she steps forward and slaps her card against the reader. I look up at her as I grab ahold of her things. She's looking quite angrily at the reader. I scan the bread over with a beep.
"Why isn't it working?" She asks me. I look at her again. "Well?"
"It's not on yet..." I tell her.
"Why not?"
"I haven't charged you?" I suggest.
She looks at my badge and sighs. "Well charge me then."
"I need to scan the things through first..." I inform her. She looks at the root beers still in my hand and sighs again. I scan it over.
"Well?"
"Wh-what?"
"Why can't I pay yet?"
"I only just scanned it through..." I say, padding toward the 'card' option on the till machine. The reader blinks alive at bleeps as it registers her card. As she pulls the bread off the till she rolls her eyes and sighs again. She basically snatches the root beers out my hand and storms off with a tut.
"Have a nice...day." I say, pausing as the doors close behind her.
Huh.
I don't have time to think about the woman, as another customer wanders over. He dumps down a six-pack of Future brand sodas and starts playing with his phone. He's got both his earphones in and isn't paying me any attention. I run the tins over the scanner, hearing the soda's swill around inside.
"That's two-fifty please sir."
"No thanks." He says, not looking away from his phone. That's very much not the correct answer.
"Sir?"
"No, I don't need a bag." He says a little aggressively. He's going to get a bag, right up his-
"Y-you need to pay..." I tell him. He pulls out his earphones.
"I. Don't. Want. A bag." He says, slowly, as if I'm a moron. I frown at him and consider adding an extra item to the till.
"That's. Two. Fifty." I say back to him, mocking him. He frowns at me. He jams his hand into his pocket and pulls out some coins and throws them onto the till. There's only about one-eighty-seven there.
"That's not enough." I tell him.
"That's all I've got." He says angrily, as if it's my fault. I look at him. He looks back at me. I keep looking at him. "Is there anything you can do?"
Well, the six-packs of lemonade are on sale, and the individual cans of soda are eighty pence. And we offer a five-pound voucher for filling out a quick survey. Or there's the store brand sodas which are much cheaper.
"There's literally nothing I can do, sir." I tell him. He frowns again, picks up his money, and leaves, leaving me with a six pack of sodas. I take a drink from my water bottle again, finishing it, and throw the bottle into the little plastic bin I've got in the till-space. I go to pick up the six pack.
...I really like Future sodas though.
Yeah, I'm gonna keep these. I'll pay for them when my shift's finished. I get a thirty percent discount on everything for working here, so there's no reason not to.
I'll have one now though - to help me put up with some of these customers.
The next few customers aren't so bad - some of them even talk to me like I'm a human being! Time passes slowly behind the till, with the only events really being the customers and drinking from my newly acquired tin of soda. Which might be a bad idea.
By eight o'clock I'm really feeling the need to use the loo. I should have asked Margret if I could have went when she was here an hour ago.
I keep my legs together as I anticipate the next hour being a bit of a struggle. I finish the soda as well, because...I don't know why I finished the soda, I should have left it, now I really need to go.
Of course I can't get up and go without Margret covering my till for me. I look over to her office. She's sat in the office on her computer, doing some sort of filing.
No...wait...yeah, that's definitely Reddit. She's not doing work, she's on Reddit. I stand up and lean over on my till to try and get her attention. This doesn't work, so I try waving. This also doesn't work, but it does confuse the customer who's just walked over. The customer looks at me in the way you'd look at a child you've just caught doing something wrong.
"Err, H-hello." I say, sitting back down. Sitting down really puts pressure on my bladder for a second, and I almost wince. The customer doesn't seem to notice though - or at least they don't seem to care - as they toss over three packs of luncheon meat. Turkey ham, normal ham, and chicken ham. The hamly trinity.
No I'm not sorry.
I take the three items and scan them over, trying not to think of my bladder, or of how I looked to this customer while I was leaning over the counter and waving like a lunatic.
"That's three pounds please sir" I say to him, trying to avoid his gaze. He doesn't seem to care though as he taps his card against the reader.
Sitting and waiting here for the next customer gives me plenty of time to consider how much I need the toilet. No distractions, nothing going on. Just my full bladder and me.
I look over to Margret again. Still on the internet, doing things she shouldn't be.
Other websites she goes on include Youtube, Facebook, and some website I don't recognise with a pale blue banner at the top. What ever it is, it's not work. And it's not letting me ask her to cover me so I can go pee!
Hmph.
I sit back again in the chair and swivel myself side to side, bashing my feet against the sides of the till as I do. Pretty sure the shop's empty now.
I stand up where I am and look around the store. Empty. Good.
Surely no-one would mind if I snuck off to use the bathroom...
I mean, a customer might come in, but they'd have to be pretty quick to get something and demand that it be payed for in the time it took me to pee. Although I guess it could happen. It's too much of a risk, especially on my first day - I'm going to have to hold it.
I sigh and let one hand drop between my legs to hold myself and make it a bit easier. Then I look up, see the camera pointing at me, and move my hand again. I'm not doing anything inappropriate, but I've heard stories that people have done.
I'll be fine. I can hold it. I mean, it's not too bad.
Why did I drink that whole tin of soda?.
Don't think about it, you're fine...
You'll be fine, Charlotte.
How much time left 'till I can leave? Ugh, still fourty five minutes. I can make that! Maybe. Probably. I press my legs together and buckle in for a long fourty five minutes.
I look down at my feet again. I'm pressing them together in an effort to help me hold it all in. I look up again as I hear the sound of the doors opening.
"Heya Charlie!" comes a familiar voice - it's Katie again. April too. Still in the same clothes as before, Katie in her uniform, and April in her khaki shorts. Was she wearing those earlier?
"Hey, you two" I say back to them, trying to hide my need. "Back again?" I ask, as if I can't see the answer.
"Yup!" Shouts April walking straight down the aisle. "Katie forgot her wallet, and I'm gonna pick up a few drinks while I'm here. Don't forget, I get friend's discount!"
"No she does not" Katie tells me, walking toward the staff room in the opposite direction to April.
The two go quiet for a moment as they do their own things. Katie's the first to come back - she leans over on my till.
"How's the shift going?" She asks.
"Oh you know, loads of fun." I tell her.
April saunters over with a couple six-packs - one is Future Cola, the other is some store brand beers.
"Don't forget - mates rates" April reminds me. Katie leans in and repeatedly hits the 'Five pound' button, shooting the cost up to about fifty pounds. I chuckle.
"That look about right there, April?" Katies asks, pointing to the electric reader. April almost jumps.
"Wow, these really have gone up!" April jokes. I lean over and undo all the fives - the total cost comes to about six-fifty.
"I know you can't drink these beers on the job, Char" begins April, pulling a tin of soda out the pack. Like I'd want to drink right now, I feel like another drink might just push me over the edge. "But you can drink sodas, right?" She says, handing me one. I really want to say no, but that would be rude.
"C-cheers" I say, taking the tin and opening it.
"Hold on..." says April, pulling two beers out the other pack. She hands one to Kate, and keeps the other herself. They open theirs with a hiss.
"Cheers!" She says, raising her tin. Kate knocks her tin into it, and I follow suit, knocking my tin into them. Cheers's done, we all drink.
This is of course a terrible move that I regret instantly. I try my best not to shudder as I swallow - I can feel my bladder telling me I've made a bad move.
"So, how long do you have left?" Katie asks me, sipping from her can.
"Not too long now." I tell her. "Only fourty minutes or so"
FOURTY MINUTES.
I HAVE TO HOLD IT ANOTHER FOURTY MINUTES.
"That's not too bad then, is it?" April says, sitting on the till. She slumps her back-pack down on the till by her side. "Could certainly be worse."
Well, she's right there. It could be worse. She could have given me two cans...
I look at April for a moment. I'm sure she wasn't wearing those shorts earlier.
"So what are you two up to?" I ask them. April looks upwards and chuckles a bit. Katie smirks.
"Oh not much - the usual really." Katie says. "Went for a walk about the town - really nice weather today" She tells me.
"It did get a bit damp though." April says, nodding to Katie. Katie giggles again.
I feel like I might be getting a bit damp soon...
The two sit with me for about ten agonising minutes, in which the three of us finish our drinks. By now I can feel that I'm sweating, and if it weren't for these two, I'd be just short of writhing in my seat.
The pressure inside me has completely built up like nothing else these past ten minutes, having drunk the whole tin of soda.
'Why?' My bladder seems to ask. 'Why didn't you just say no?'
Too late now, of course. I'm just going to have to put up with i-
"You okay there Char?" Katie asks me. "You're looking a bit bothered?"
"Wh-what?"
"You are sweating a bit" April says. "Do you want us to turn on the aircon or anything?"
"N-no! I'll be fine, it's just half an hour more now!" I tell them.
"We could get Margret to turn down the heat - she used to do this all the time when I was here" Katie says.
"You still work here, Kate" April reminds her.
"I mean when I worked late shifts." Katie reminds her. "Then there was that one time..."
"Ha!" Laughs April. "I remember - Didn't she have to call you a cab?"
"Yeah, that's the one!" Katie giggles back. "She didn't really want me around that late again after that."
Another customer walks into the shop. The three of us look up from the till at him. He looks over to see us staring. He almost falls over backwards. Katie giggles.
"Get used to this guy" Kate tells me, turning to face me. "Goes to our uni - you must have seen him, right?"
"I think I recognise him" I say, trying to look normal.
"Total stoner" Katie tells me. "A tenner says he's getting like three bags of nachos."
I look over to him. He's looking at the cereals, with his chin in his hand like he's considering something seriously.
"Anyway" Says April, knocking Kate on the arm. "We better get going"
"Already?" Katie says, grinning. "So soon?"
April just smiles, hops off the till, and drags Kate out by the arm, taking her bag in the other hand.
"Later, Char!" They both say as they walk out.
Thank. God.
Now I can hold myself.
I grab myself with both hands the second they're out of view, moaning as it gets so much easier to hold the second I do. I blush once I realise I was loud enough that the one man in the shop is now looking at me. I try to pull a straight face.
Toilet. Need toilet. Want to pee.
Uggh!
Toilet. Want to use the toilet. Need to use the toilet. When can I use the -
"Hey."
I look up. It's the guy. I don't know his name. His eyes are quite red. He's dumped about six boxes of Chocolate-Frosted Sugar-Bombs on the till belt. I chuckle a little - massive mistake. The extra pressure on my bladder nearly causes a leak.
Correction.
It caused a leak! Oh, crap, I can feel a slightly damp spot. N-no one can see it, I'm fine, just need the toilet...
"Uhh, hey" I say to him. He smiles limply at me. "Umm, each box of cereal comes with a free toilet - BOWL. They come with a free bowl."
He looks at me and considers me for a moment.
"Free toilet bowl?" He asks, looking genuinely interested in the offer.
"Uh, ha ha - n-no, just a bowl."
"Could I use the bowl as a toilet?
What.
"Umm, I mean you c-could. But it's best you don't."
"Could I get a toilet instead?"
"We have toilets here" I tell him, almost as if to taunt myself.
"But can I take it with me?"
"N-no."
"Aww, man." He says with a grin. "Dude, could you imagine if these did come with a toilet?"
"Ha ha..." I force myself to laugh. Even fake laughing is pressing on my already full bladder. "T-that would be something!" I say to him, trying to ignore the fact that the damp spot on my underwear is feeling warmer again. "T-that's thirteen pounds, please sir"
"Hey - more like pees sir, right?" He asks, laughing like he's said something genius. "Because of the free toilet" he adds, trailing off into giggles. I can't help but smirk. He hands me the money, and takes all six boxes out. No bag. He just carries them.
Oh god! I've already begun leaking! TWICE. In front of a customer. I NEED TO GO!
I look around again, standing up. I look down at the crotch of my pants - still dry, but I doubt they'll be like this for long if I don't go to the loo now. I look over to Margret again - I'll have to ask if I can go before I do. She's still on her computer, and she's certainly not working. She's not paying any attention to me...I don't know if I can wait much more!
No - n-no I can't!
I go to sit down, but again this puts pressure on my bladder - and I can't take that any more! Physically!
I feel heat shoot across my crotch. I hear a tiny hiss, and I feel a squirt escape me. Then I feel my face go bright red.
I've started wetting myself. I just know it.
I'm left with one choice. Break the rules and pee in the toilet, or break my limit and pee in my work pants. The second one is certainly much warmer, and might have already begun - but I don't choose it.
Rules be damned - I'm going to the loo!
I push my chair back and step out the till booth. I turn toward the toilet and begin walking. The warm patch quickly cools as-
"Char!"
It's Margret!
"Char, where are you going?"
"I need to-"
"Sit back down - there's half an hour left" She says, turning back into her office. and going straight back on her computer.
Yeah, half an hour - thanks for reminding me.
Half an hour of holding, groaning, and trying my very best to keep my uniform clean.
I sulk my way back to my till and try to sit down quickly as I can to stop any more leaks. It doesn't work, and my cooling underwear grows warm again. I rest my head in one hand, and use the other to press into my crotch as hard as I can. This helps a little.
I'm not visibly wet though, right?
I lean forward and move my hand to look at my crotch. I wasn't visibly wet. Wasn't.
Leaning forward puts pressure on my bladder, and taking away my hand was just an awful idea - and I'm rewarded with a sudden, harsh squirt of wee - straight into my work pants. I gasp and throw myself back into my chair as I try to stop it.
Crap! I really am wetting myself!
Come on Char, don't do this. Hold it. You're gonna be fine. It's just a little stain, about as long as your finger. A-and the puddle on the chair is barely noticeable. E-except I can feel it being absorbed by the seat of my pants! Crap!
I lean forward and grunt, pressing both hands down as to stop another leak. This works, but only just.
I look up at the clock. Eight thirty-five. COME ON! GO FASTER!
Twenty five more minutes - and I'm stuck in this chair.
I wriggle my legs. I swivel my chair side to side. I lean in all directions and wrap my legs around each other.
Ugh, my pants are really pressing into my bladder now - W-which I can see! It's actually bulging! That's how full I am! I'm going to undo my pants - j-just the button though!
I press my hand against my bladder to undo the button - pushing it into myself and sliding the button out with ease - but at a price.
Pressing into my bladder sends my body into spasm, and I wince and shudder as I try to stop my bladder from completely releasing itself. I only just manage to hold it, and I still lose a dribble. Twenty four more minutes, and I've got to stay as dry as I am.
I'm not gonna make it!
It feels bad admitting that - but I know it's true. The soda tins sit in the bin - taunting me. 'You should never have drunk us' they seem to say. 'Because we're coming back out soon'.
That gives me an idea...
I pick up an empty tin. I look down at my crotch - blushing as I notice how wet it is now. I could just undo my zipper, pull my underwear to one side and let it out into the can...
Just the thought of peeing hits me like a bus, and another warm dribbles makes it's way out of me and down into my seat.
I'll do it. I'll pee in the can. Let me just make sure there are no customers...
No - empty! Just me, my bladder, and the CCTV-
Fuck. CCTV.
Ugh!
No choice. Gotta hold.
I check the time again. Eight Fourty five.
Still fifteen minutes left! I CAN MAKE IT.
N-no I can't! I'm gonna burst!
W-what if I let a little out now, t-then I could make it the whole way - and I'm already notably wet!
That's genius. I'm a genius. I will let out, let's say one second of pee. That should be enough...
I close my eyes and relax my bladder muscles.
I feel it well up and burst out of me with a soft hiss, spreading hot pee over my thighs and down onto my chair. I pull back on my muscles to stop the flow.
Why isn't it stopping?
I wince, moan, and pull as hard as I can with my bladder muscles, jamming both hands into my crotch. Pee runs through my fingers and begins to patter on the floor, wetting my socks, but I manage to stem the flow after about three seconds of effort. Even with the stream stopped, the whole lake inside me, that was poised to flood out, is now pressing on my muscles with the weight of an ocean. I bash my feet against the floor a couple times, and after a further five seconds the desperate urge to let it all out dies down.
I can breath again.
I look up from my now-very-damp crotch. Shop's still empty. Margret's still on the internet. I'm still about to burst.
The leak wasn't enough - and on top of that, now I'm wet. I've tasted relief - I NEED MORE!.
I look down again - once I can bring myself to. My crotch has a wet patch almost the size of a large orange, with a streak down the inside of my left leg, which trails around the back of my calf, and leaves a tiny pale-yellow line down my left sock's ankle.
It's not really worth holding it anymore - I might as well just let it go...
No! No, I c-can't! Gotta hold it - I'm not going to lost to my own body!
W-what's the time?
E-eight fifty five. Urgh! Five minutes! OF AGONY!
C-come on, you've let out enough to make it, Charlotte.
I can't believe I'm sitting here, wetting myself like a shy school girl. Boy, have I been there before...
Flashbacks of classrooms, wet uniforms and sympathetic teachers aren't helping right now. Partially because Margret doesn't look too sympathetic, and partly because my brain is reminding me that the brief moment of release is absolutely the best feeling of relief one can get. I'm trying to force myself to remember the humiliation I felt as Mr Revell asks me 'Why don't you put your hand up?' again. 'I tried sir, but it ran through my fingers...'
Fifty eight now. Two minutes. Come on, nearly there. Nearly there.
By now my pants are feeling quite cold, with the wet bits clinging to me in the way that only wet fabric does. And my bladder feels like pressure is welling up again in the way that only a bladder close to forcing release does.
O-oh crap.
Pressure builds and builds in my bladder - this is the tale-tale sign of a bladder that's about to burst. I pull both my hands into myself and squeeze my bladder shut with all the effort I have. I push myself back into my chair and squeeze my legs together. I moan softly as the pressure mounts.
And it grows.
And I groan.
And it grows harder.
Hng!
In a tiny burst of effort, my bladder squeezes itself hard, and I'm helpless to stop a powerful burst of pee shooting into my pants. I wince as it squirts through my fingers with a little squishing noise - but at least this burst stops. I have a moment to catch my breath. I sit in my chair, hands warm and damp, breathing heavily.
That's one wave gone. I watch the clock tick onto fifty-nine. I've got a minute left. One more wave of pressure, and I'm done.
But if I can make this last minute without flooding my chair, then I can make a beeline for the bathroom.
Just so long as I don't get hit by another wave of desperation.
Speak of the devil...
I feel the first signs of a wave. I know what's coming.
I wince as I brace myself.
The first warm feeling inside as my muscles prepare to squeeze.
Pressure begins mounting on my bladder, and I can only moan as I get ready.
There's just a minute left. If I can make it through this...
Pressure keeps growing. I close my eyes tight. I Force my body still as I tense every other muscle in my body in a vain effort to stop what I know is coming.
I have seconds left. The pressure's reaching it's peak.
I whimper.
It hits.
Hnn!
I can't stop it this time, and my bladder tenses up as hard as it can. With my eyes closed, I lean forward, but it doesn't help again. A hiss and a hot burst down my thighs tell me all I need to know. I feel the fabric soak up pee as it grows soft against my arms. I know my shirt's probably in the path of this - but I daren't move my hands to get it out the way. Even with both hands pressed against myself, I can't stop a second wave of pressure, and my bladder squeezes hard again.
Another whimper as another hiss erupts, spreading heat further down my legs, and pushing out enough that it flows over the edge of my seat. It splatters as it crashes into the ground. A couple of streaks make their ways down my calves instead though, I can feel the hot beads of pee running down them, leaving streaks in my pants, and soaking into the tops of my socks. Unlike the last wave though, this burst doesn't completely stop. As hard as I try to stop the flow again, I can feel a tiny but constant dribble saturating my pants again. I managed to force my eyes open.
I'm greeted by the sight of wet work clothes. My crotch looks like I've spilled a drink, and there's a clear, fresh puddle on the faux-leather chair. I let my left hand fall away, wiping it on the far side of my leg to dry it, before wiping the tears out my eyes. I'm not crying - my eyes are just watering from where I've had them shut so tightly. My bladder's done a similar thing.
I sit still, waiting for the final hit. I can't make another desperate wave. I'm about to totally wet myself. There's nothing else that can-
*Beep. Beep*.
What?
The buzzer! It's Nine! My shift's over! I can-
Hnn!
In my excitement I lose another spurt, but I manage to stop this one.
I now have seconds to make my move. I jump to my feet, throwing my wet chair over. Both hands in my soaked crotch, I charge out my till. I know where to go - and I know how much time I have - the third wave is beginning. I stumble as I nearly trip over one of my shoes, hastening the last wave, and losing me another spurt of pee, straight into my hands - my pants offer no resistance any more.
Each step pushes me closer to the edge, and everything is making me want to go more. The agony of holding - I want to give up. The wet squish of my socks with each step - I know I'm already wet. The tiny spurts I feel each time I move my legs - I want to finish them now.
But I can't. I can see the toilet door in front of me. I'm so close!
The wave's hitting me now - no, no no no n-no!
I c-can hold iiii
Hnnn!
I can't stop this wave - it just hits me. Pee bursts through all my defences, splattering onto the floor and soaking a streak down my legs as I walk - I make a last moment decisions.
I stop focusing on my bladder.
Pee begins to flow out of me and into my clothes, flooding down my legs and splashing onto the floor. I move my arms away and begin running toward the bathroom, leaving a wet trail behind me. I've no time to think about this though - I just want to pee!
Well - I'm already peeing, but I can limit this!
I slam into the bathroom door shoulder first and it flies open. I stand in the toilet for a second as I try to locate the toilet itself. This gives me the time to make two tennis-ball sized puddles where I stand. Pee is still just flowing out of me - I'm basically peeing. Well, I am peeing - I'm totally wetting myself right now, and I can't stop it.
I lunge toward the toilet, feet squishing as they hit the floor with each step, and I throw the lid up. I spin on the spot so I'm facing away from the toilet.
I look down at my crotch. I can see the stain growing slowly - it's already completely obvious that I'm pissing myself - My pants and my feet are soaked. There's already a growing puddle beneath me. I can't stop though - I scramble to my fly with both hands - thanking my foresight of undoing the button. I yank down on my work pants, and am immediately greeted by my pale green panties - with a huge wet patch, and a strong steady stream just pouring through them. I don't have time to take them off though, I plant myself onto the toilet seat.
Haaah!
I sit back and shut my eyes as I let my body begin to pee at full force. Pee runs through my panties, running up my backside, but right now - sat over the toilet - the heat is beautiful.
I'm completely wetting myself now, but that's fine. I'm on the toilet!
I made it!
The splashing sound beneath me is like music to my ears, and the relief is something else.
It's one thing to burst, but to finally let go at the point of bursting...Undescribeable.
I grin and moan, this time in raw pleasure, as relief floods over me the way desperation had just moments earlier. I can't stop myself panting and almost giggling as the feeling takes over me. Nothing matters any more, I've made it to the toilet!
I keep reminding myself this, and I grin inanely each time I do.
Sure, my pants, panties, and my socks are completely soaked. Sure, I've left a wet trail from my till to my toilet. Sure, my seat is up-ended from where I threw it over when I got up, and probably covered in my pee. But I made it. And with my panties still on - I don't even need to sit properly. I'm leaning back on the toilet - at an angle that might usually have a stream of pee being cast forward and onto the floor - but the fabric is enough to halt the flow, sending it flooding down my ass and into the toilet. The heat of it coursing over me is an amazing reminder that I'm finally peeing.
I sit on the toilet for a good minute - eyes closed and grinning, with pee just spilling out of me. By the time I finish, I feel a bit dazed.
I open my eyes and look around the bathroom. I can see two puddles where I hesitated when I came in. I can see smaller puddles where I had moved. I can see my work pants sitting loosely around my ankles, with the centre of them several shades darker than the rest. My glasses have fallen down my face a little where I hit the toilet so hard sitting down, and I can barely muster the effort to push them back into place. I sit and wait for the last drips of pee to fall out of my soaked underwear.
I stand up in the bathroom, pulling my pants back up. The cold fabric stings my legs a little. Looking down, I might as well have just given up - the insides of each leg is soaked, leaving streaks about four inches wide on either side of them, and smaller streaks down my left leg's calf. My socks are mostly pale yellow and see through - I can make out each of my toes through the fabric. Each step I make leaves a wet foot print now. I pull some toilet paper of the roll and get to drying the floor.
It takes about ten minutes before I leave the bathroom - I flush and wash my hands of course. I step out into the main shop - socks still leaving a wet residue on the floor behind me. Pants still with dark streaks to my feet. And Margret, hands on her hips, in front of my till.
"Charlotte." She says, quite calmly. "What is this?"
"Uh...I needed the toilet."
I'm still surprised at how well Margret took the whole thing. She gave me a spare pair of pants and a mop and bucket. Sure I spent an extra ten minutes there, but to be fair, I had made the mess. Margret told me that by this point she was all but used to this kind of incident - although it still clearly annoyed her. I'm hoping this will be a little secret between me and her, of course. She gave me a bag to take my wet clothes in - Socks, pants and panties because walking home in wet panties would be agony. So now, at home, I'm commando, in a pair of work pants, and a white top which managed to just about escape unscathed, save a small wet patch around the base of the shirt.
Something about Margret's expression tells me this won't be the last of this type of thing though... |
So this has been in the works for a good long while, and finally I finished it. This is going to be an ongoing story unlike the others I've posted here and also unlike the others this is going to have male wetting in it.
Before this story begins, a patented Clom disclaimer: This story is the first one I'm writing that is going to have male desperation and scenes properly devoted to male peeing. HOWEVER: There will be no male messing scenes. Male messing is still of no interest to me and any scene involving it will be for female characters only.
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Just a blurb so people can read what to expect besides the usual stuff: Riley Walker is a girl with a knack for thievery. She can pick a lock, hotwire a car and ride a motorbike with the best of them. With her friend, Lev, a boy with a talent for hacking and electronics, she travels the desolate planet of Atticus VII, scraping a living with any crime syndicate in need of her services.
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Chapter I: District Delta
It was meant to be a simple job for Riley and her friend Lev. A girl like Riley could do any petty job thrown at her by any syndicate on the planet and she’d get results. It was never anything special, boosting a car or two from some moron who couldn’t make his payments, an illicit street race down the ruined highways of Atticus for wagers and pink slips, and everything in-between. The point being that if it was do with cars or motorbikes, illegal or otherwise, Riley was the girl to do it.
So when Riley had turned in a “repossessed” roadster on behalf of Quadrant Alpha’s Russian crime ring, she didn’t take too kindly to being refused payment. The bounty for the car, ten thousand credits, was a fair price for a simple job, but as Riley pulled the roadster into the back alley garage, it became quickly apparent that the boss had no interest in paying her. “Ain’t my call, and don’t go chasing it. Get the fuck out of this town and say nothing more about it.” The mechanic, a thick bodied Russian, had told them with a hostile tone, shooing them away from his garage.
Riley was pissed, of course she would be. She was, feeling like there wasn’t much choice, content with getting out of town with nothing more than a furrowed brow and a few curse words. Unfortunately for Riley, Lev couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Trouble had followed him around like his own shadow and once he’d discovered, while he was casually browsing his tablet, a backdoor into the accounts of the local crime syndicate that’d refused to pay them for a job well done, Lev couldn’t help but attempt to put his years of expertise as a hacker to use.
The thing was, Lev was arrogant; He didn’t expect such a low-end crime syndicate to have even an ounce of decent cyber-security if any. But the boy was proven wrong when a built-in virtual intelligence within their vault had detected an unauthorized attempt to withdraw funds from it. Alarms rang and the VI controlling the vault had traced the point of entry to Lev's tablet. Both of them had to make a quick getaway, but not without company. For the whole night, Riley and Lev were hounded by a bounty hunter of the syndicate they’d tried to swindle. Riley took her motorbike down the long stretch of highway, toward one of the largest cities on Atticus VII: District Delta.
It was early morning when Riley pulled into the charger station in the lower boroughs of District Delta. The few inhabited skyscrapers and houses still gleamed with a neon red glow within the deeper slums of the city. The two suns of Atticus were rising over the cityscape, tinting the sky with an orange glow over the clouds of grey smog.
Riley pulled up to the nearest station to charge up her bike. The small charger station greeted her with a quiet hum as the neon blue hue of the station was taken by the darkness of her bike’s black paintjob. The station was empty, not many people awake yet which meant Riley and Lev were the only ones there.
She killed the bike’s engine, the loud high-pitched rumbling died down to silence. She lifted her helmet and shook the sleep from her eyes, her dark brown ponytail swinging with the tired movements of her head. Riley was a stunning girl, twenty years old, long brown hair she kept in a ponytail, and a face that rarely smiled.
Brushing the dust off her biker’s jacket, Riley breathed in the polluted morning air. Riding all night had left her black jacket and cargo pants dusty. “You think they’re far behind?” She turned and asked Lev.
Lev hopped off the motorbike and stretched. He was younger than Riley; Seventeen, but he looked younger than he was. His hair was short and shaggy, like it hadn’t seen a comb in a while and his face was skinny with a few freckles on his cheeks. He dressed like Riley, a set of biking gear with only one distinction: his jacket was grey. He took off his helmet and sat it on the seat. “They were far behind two hours ago when you turned off that ramp. I’d say we’re good for now.”
Riley nodded. Outrunning that bastard of a bounty hunter had put her in a rare good mood this morning. Nobody could match her when it came to her and her bike. She’d been riding since she was thirteen. Seven years of her life on the seat of her Vortex V1. “Alright, I guess we’ve got time to get our beauty charged up. You jacked the full bounty right? Ten thousand credits?”
Lev pulled out his tablet from his bag and began flipping through some pages on the holographic screen. The screen lit up and Lev looked to Riley with a nervous glance. “We’ve got two thousand credits, more than enough to get your bike charged up.”
Suddenly, Riley felt her smug look melt into misery. “Two thousand? You mean to tell me we’ve been on the run the whole night, chased by a bounty hunter, for a measly two thousand credits?” Two thousand credits would charge up her bike and if they were lucky two nights at the dingiest motel in the district. Riley took a deep breath, she couldn’t believe it, their lives were worth two thousand credits.
Lev chuckled nervously. “Well… two thousand two hundred credits. I’d have taken more but I didn’t think some Russian crooks would have such a sophisticated security system.” He rubbed at the back of his neck and smiled like that would stop Riley from clobbering him. “You know, it’s better than what you’ve put together the last week. If it wasn’t for me you’d be riding out of that Quadrant with zero credits!”
"And no bounty hunter crawling up my ass either..." Riley grumbled, knowing that Lev was right. It was the fact that he was right that made her that little bit more pissed off. “Charge the damn bike.” Riley chucked her helmet at Lev, who in surprise nearly failed to catch it. “I gotta go take a leak.” She stormed off across the foreground and off around the back of the station. “And pull the damn thing further into the station, it’s easy to see there!”
On her walk up the dank sidealley, a flickering commercial board caught Riley’s attention. It was the only light she had in the dark dingy alleyway. That was all those old advertisement screens were good for now: Lighting the dark streets. The board crackled, an image of the planet coupled with the known symbol of Trident corporation flickered on the neon screen, illuminating the small pathway with a bright neon glow.
Come To Atticus VII. Your Future With Trident Corp. Starts Today. The writing read in large neon white lights.
“Bullshit.” Riley scoffed. “Nothing left here but everybody the rest of the galaxy doesn't want.” She hadn’t been born at the time of the cataclysm, the series of earthquakes no doubt caused by Trident Corporations greed for the planet’s minerals that had forced all operations on Atticus VII to halt indefinitely. But since that day, the once prosperous planet had now become a hive of crime syndicates, terrorists, and political exiles who needed to escape the ever watching eye of Trident Corp. Riley ignored the board, wondering why somebody would waste electricity keeping the dumb thing lit, and continued off toward the toilet.
The rusty old door opened but the bathroom was pitch black. Riley knew it was the bathroom, no other place gave such a welcoming stench. It repulsed her, it always did. She looked back down the alleyway toward the foreground and decided since the station was empty that she could just do it in the alleyway. Nobody would see if she squatted down behind a dumpster and took a piss there. But as Riley was unzipping her trousers she caught the sight of an old security camera scanning the station. The camera beeped and suddenly it’s attention was on Riley, watching the girl as she held her unzipped trousers up with one hand. “Criminal activity detected: Violation of Law segment 2B1F: Public indecency, in progress.” A robotic voice chirped. “Failure to cease will result in immediate alarm and contact of nearest law enforcement agency.”
“Yeah, yeah…” She sighed and began to zip her trousers back up, knowing the camera would pester her until she complied. “What idiot even wastes energy on those things anymore…” Security cameras were a dead technology on Atticus, a waste of electricity for most places. If it didn’t have a gun mounted to it, it wasn’t doing much protecting. Frustrated, Riley zipped her trousers back up and gestured angrily to her crotch, making sure the camera got a good view of her trousers with the zipper up.
The artificial intelligence, or whatever was manning the camera, was pleased with Riley’s actions “Criminal activity 2B1F: Public indecency, deterred. Resuming surveillance routine.” The voice chirped and the camera moved on, continuing to scan the station. Riley grumbled, she hated using public toilets, especially these kinds, the filthy kind of that greeted you by stench and not by sight first, but after so long on the highway she couldn’t hold it any longer. She had been willing just to do it behind a dumpster she was that desperate.
Being in the headlights of that bounty hunter’s car gave her and Lev no time for anything. Even when she thought they’d lost them along an old storm drain they still couldn’t even have a simple piss break before they were in the headlights of the bounty hunter’s car once again and zooming down the long expanse of the Atticus highway.
The bathroom lights came to life with a dying buzz as Riley flicked the switch. The long fluorescent light flickering above lit up the graffiti-laden walls with a nauseating blue tint. Riley sighed, held her nose and walked stiffly to the stall. Just as she expected, a small steel toilet in a cramped cubicle more fitting for a prison. She hated this, the seat was always cold on her butt and god knows how many people had just pissed all over it. Guess I’m just hovering over the seat. She began undoing her trousers again.
She was just about to hover over the steel bowl and finally take a piss when she heard the bathroom door creak open. A woman talking aloud on her cell phone entered the poorly lit facilities. “Yes, I’m still tracking them. Been following them down the highway the whole night.” The woman had a smooth voice, New Russian. “Vortex V1, nice bike, not that hard to keep track of.”
Suddenly, Riley froze. Vortex V1... that was the model of her bike. Her whole body tensed up as she quickly realized who the woman speaking was; It was the bounty hunter. Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. She thought; it would be just her shitty luck that they’d appear as she was finally about to take a piss she so urgently needed. Riley zipped up her trousers, once again unrelieved and stood quietly in the stall. She couldn’t let the bounty hunter know she was here, she had to be quiet, deathly quiet.
There was a sound like something being put by the sink. Riley watched as a pair of black boots walked past her stall and into the one beside her. The door slammed shut and the lock clicked. “I have to ask though, is this really worth it for such a measly amount of credits?” It went quiet for a moment, the only sound Riley could hear was the woman as she began to relieve herself, the sound of her powerful stream striking the metal bowl resonated through the bathroom, teasing her. “Yeah, I know: Sending a message and all that. You want them dead or alive?”
Riley bit her lip, not only from fear but the pain in her bladder. The sound of the woman’s piss striking the metal toilet was conjuring the fantasy of her pulling her own trousers down, hovering over the bowl and finally taking that long-needed piss she'd been holding in for so long. She could’ve if she was feeling brave; the woman didn’t know she was in here, but she knew she couldn’t. She couldn’t undo her trousers, hover her ass over the filthy bowl and let loose. The very second the woman zipped up and was headed back to her car, she needed to be out with Lev and halfway into District Delta.
“Heh… alright. I’ll make sure to aim for the head.” The woman chuckled. “I’ll call you once the job’s finished.” The phone beeped to signal the calls end and the woman finished up in the toilet. Just like Riley, the bounty hunter clearly didn't have time to take a piss break as her stream persisted for a near minute. That had been an agonizing forty seconds for Riley, listening to the woman’s stream striking the toilet had tortured her bladder like a cruel nightmare. She crossed her legs, squeezing them together tightly and bit her lip.
The woman zipped up and headed out, back over to the sinks. “Alright my friend, let’s go hunt us some brats.” Riley shuddered, and for a moment thought she was going to piss herself as she heard the sound of a gun being loaded.
The door to the bathroom slammed shut. Riley breathed a sigh of relief and counted to ten. Once she hit ten she’d run out, back to her bike and get the fuck out of here before the bounty hunter could notice. She hoped it would take her a while to recognize her since she’d rode with her helmet on for the whole night, but once she’d get a look at her Vortex V1, she’d pick up their trail right where she left off.
“And ten!” With that, Riley shot out of the bathroom, down the side alley and toward the foreground. Her full bladder didn’t make running easy; it made it painful. Horrendously painful. She was sure a leak or two escaped but she couldn’t tell for certain, and she didn’t care; pissing herself was preferable to a bullet in the head.
Lev was by the motorbike, waiting for Riley. He had a face of horror as Riley gestured for him to get on the bike. She grabbed her helmet, put it on, and quickly started up the engine. "Woah, what's got you all jittery?" Lev spluttered, speaking as fast as he could speak.
"Bounty hunter. Get your damn helmet on, we've gotta roll." With a powerful rev of the bike's engine, Riley pulled out of the charger station and back onto the main road leading into the lower boroughs of District Delta.
There was no way the bounty hunter didn’t hear that noisy exit. The Vortex V1 had a very distinct sound, one that easily drew attention; And Riley was right in thinking so. A sleek muscle car pulled out of the charger station, smoke rising from it’s wheels as the engine’s roar echoed over the streets. A V28 Mustang, one of the finest muscle cars in the entire galaxy. Carbon-fiber frame, built in nitrous tank, light and sleek design, all topped off with a one thousand volt engine that gave that stallion a fearful edge over any competitor. That was the car that was now pursuing Riley and Lev through the foggy streets of the lower boroughs. It was fast, almost matching the speed of the Vortex V1, but it couldn’t maneuver as easily. It may have been a sleek ride, but it still wasn’t enough to match the agility of a motorbike.
Riley turned off at the first street she could, further down into the foggy streets of the the district’s ghettos. The fog and dimly lit streets made it difficult for her to see, but she found her way. The old apartments buildings loomed over her, passing by like flashes of light as she got the bike to it's top speed. Behind her, the rumbles of a loud engine hounded her like a lion. The Mustang was close behind, tailing the bike, it’s grill a few inches away from her tail.
A gunshot echoed through the air. Riley felt the hairs on her neck rise as a second shot echoed. She gained speed and shifted along the road to avoid the gunshots. Her heart had never felt so close to beating out of her chest as a third shot echoed in the morning air. Lev grasped Riley’s waist tightly with fear. She kept weaving between the road and the curb, making it difficult for the bounty hunter to aim her shots.
The Mustang didn’t struggle to match the Vortex V1’s speed through the narrow streets. It was only on the corners Riley felt like she could lose the car. The Mustang couldn't turn as quickly, drifting around with a screech of it’s burning tires, but on the straight roads it was near impossible to lose it. The Mustang's speed and acceleration rivaled her bike on the straight roads. She cut along the pavement, making sure the Mustang couldn’t take advantage and ram the back of her bike as she tried to turn the last corner. She turned down onto a long street and floored it, pushing the bike to it’s limit. The cityscape of District Delta came closer into view.
The car caught up quickly, the beam of it’s headlights and vicious roar of it’s engine were right behind her. Riley could feel the warmth of it’s headlights as the driver managed to pull alongside Riley’s bike. Riley knew what the bounty hunter was trying; She was going to try and spin her out. One good hit to the tail of her bike and she’d have them both on the cold concrete.
That kind of maneuver though, that gave Riley an idea: If she could hit the brakes at the right time, she’d be able to avoid the sideswipe and get behind the Mustang. It would have to turn and catch up, there'd be no way it could catch up easily if Riley turned back, breaking off from the main road and sticking to the narrow streets and alleyways while the Mustang was recovering from it’s failed maneuver.
It needed to be timed right, just as the Mustang was coming in to ram the bike. Riley took a deep breath, clutching the handlebars with a finger on the brakes. Just as the car went to swipe the rear of the bike Riley slammed the brakes. Rubber began smoking along the concrete as the tires screeched to a halt. The force nearly knocked her off as the rear of the bike lifted into the air. Riley cringed as she felt Lev’s hands dig into her waist as he couldn’t anticipate the sudden stop. His hands pressed uncomfortably against her bladder, any tighter and she was sure that she would’ve undone herself and pissed right there and then.
The Mustang, still at full speed, flew past the halting bike. The angle the driver had come in at to spin the bike out, as well as their speed, forced their car to spin out instead in a glory of smoke and screeching tires.
The rear of the bike crashed down and knocked Riley and Lev up. Riley hissed, the jolt was powerful enough that she felt a spurt escape into her underwear. It wasn’t small either, she could feel a large wet patch dampening her crotch. That didn’t matter now, she had to ignore it and keep going. Once she was free from the chase, she could pull her pants down and piss in the street for all she cared, she'd go anywhere at this point. She spun the bike around and drove down the way she came, making sure to turn off and down into a narrow alleyway, too narrow for the Mustang to pursue them.
The side-paths and alleyways led out onto another road underneath a now defunct railroad overhead, half a mile away from the main road she'd turned around on. Riley pulled the bike into a narrow side alley and killed the engine. She could hear the roar of the Mustang's engine nearby, a few streets behind it sounded like. This was a good enough place for them to hold out now that she’d bought them a moment. Once the car vanished into the distance, she could find a place to piss and then head off into the district.
"Keep quiet, Lev. Just for now." Riley whispered without any real reason. It was like instinct.
With the silence of the city, all Riley's mind could linger on was her bladder. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but now Riley could feel just how desperately she needed to piss. She couldn't even say she had to, she needed to more than anything at this point. Her bladder burned and the lightheadedness from the high made it difficult to keep strength in her quivering muscles. It felt like somebody was trying to fit the whole ocean into her already full bladder. Riley gritted her teeth and pushed her crotch as hard as she could into the seat of the bike, trying to stop anymore leaks from staining her underwear. “Gah! Fuck!” She cursed as she felt the warm patch that had leaked into her underwear push a dampness against her lower lips.
Any other situation, she would’ve jumped off the bike, dropped her trousers here and taken a piss right beside the bike. There’s nothing she wanted more; the pain between her legs, the burning in her pisshole was getting too much to bear. She considered it, oh she considered with great thought but with the bounty hunter nearby she needed to be ready for a quick getaway. It would be an unfitting end if she was caught with her trousers down, squatting with a puddle of piss pooling around her boots. If she couldn’t find a moment to piss soon she’d be going on the bike.
Her thoughts rushed into nothingness as she heard the roar of a car engine nearby. She'd been so caught up in thinking of pissing that she hadn't noticed that the sound of the car wasn't getting further away, it was getting closer. A bright set of headlights stared down the long street, illuminating the buildings and the rusted railroad supports with a blinding white light. She heard the car pull up, the engine gently rumbling as it came to a stop. “Shit!” An angry woman yelled, followed by the frustrated slam of a door. Riley’s shit luck had caught up with her again as the bounty hunter had pulled off onto this street to vent her frustration. She had no idea her targets were just a few feet away, lying low in the shadows of a dark alleyway.
They were trapped. She couldn’t just drive out, she remembered the gun the bounty hunter had on her. If she tried to make a clean getaway up the street they’d be an easy target. Riley needed a quicker way to escape, and as she scanned the surroundings, something caught her attention.
Another alleyway across the street. Riley saw it, so did Lev. A bunch of sheet metal and pallets hastily stacked caught her eye. Riley smirked. She knew what she could do; those stacked up sheets of metal made a perfect ramp for a motorbike. If she could hit the jump, she could clear the wall and be away before the bounty hunter could catch up.
It would take a certain kind of crazy to do such a dumbass, daredevil antic, and Riley was that kind of crazy. She pushed the urges of her bladder to the back of her mind and focused on the alleyway ahead. This needed to be perfect, she needed the right speed, the right angle, everything had to be perfect. She welcomed the challenge, smirking as she flipped the visor of her helmet down.
“Think you can do it?” Lev asked.
Her bladder didn’t matter anymore, nothing around her mattered. All she could see was the ramp; their escape route. She chuckled. “Just you watch me.” She revved the bike’s engine once, twisting the handlebar to get a feel for it. She revved it again and on the count of three let go of the brake.
The wind pounded against her helmet as she rode along the street at top speed, across the middle of the road and down into the opposite alley. A gunshot echoed in the air, narrowly missing the bike and it’s riders. Riley felt her heart skip a beat. Lev’s hands squeezed tighter around her waist in fear, pushing against her bladder once again. Riley couldn’t think about it now but she was reminded as his hands shook with the vibrations of the bike, shaking her body and bringing the full feeling of her bladder to the front of her mind.
The wheels scraped the bottom of the sheet metal, and Riley panicked as she felt the bike jolt as it rode up the sheet of metal. But she didn’t lose control, the speed she was going it was impossible to be on the ramp long enough for it to collapse under the bike’s weight. It had worked, the bike took off and over the wall.
For a brief moment, it felt like she was flying. The sky felt closer than the ground as the bike rose. Riley couldn’t believe it, she’d pulled off the dumbest move she could think of and better yet... succeeded. She felt butterflies in her stomach, an adrenaline high unlike any before that made her whole body tingle.
Down the bike came with a thud, the bikes suspension lifted them both from the seat and back down with a bump. It was then, Riley felt it... It was the jump that did it; the jolt of her body as the bike hit the ground undid all the effort Riley had put into holding her bladder. Riley felt her face drop; She'd held it through gunshots and a high speed chase through the lower city, but one dumbass stunt of her own doing was all her body needed to finally turn the valve on her bladder. Her muscles, already weak from her efforts to hold it, unclenched and without warning Riley began to feel a flood of piss pouring out from between her legs, spraying out into her trousers and underwear. It wasn’t subtle, it was a warm flood pouring out into her trousers, a flood of hot piss that her bladder couldn’t hold any longer drenching her lower body, pooling around her buttcheeks and thighs. Riley had no choice but to keep riding, enduring the growing sea as it spread out into her trousers; she felt her underwear cling to her thighs and the inside of her buttcrack, they felt warm and unpleasantly damp. She could feel her stream spreading down her legs, wetting her lower legs and trousers, creeping slowly into her boots.
She could let herself enjoy the momentary relief she was feeling at least. Coupled with the adrenaline high she was currently feeling, it felt as good as an orgasm, a wave of pleasure shot up her spine and filled every inch of her body. Riley moaned with pleasure, she had held all that in for the entire night and now it was flooding out of her in one large wave. It was warm, it was wet and Riley hated every second of it, but at the same time she loved it, finally she was relieved. But her bike… the warm dampness of her piss pressed against her backside, wetting her back further and soaking her ass as well as the seat of her bike. She’d pissed herself on her bike… her most prized possession... and she’d christened it with a stream of piss.
A mile or two east, Riley had no choice but to pull them into another alleyway. She had to inspect the damage, and the morning winds as she rode had caused the pool of piss to quickly become crotch-numbingly chilly. Riley pulled her bike into a random alleyway and killed the engine. All she could hear was total silence. They were safe for the moment, for definite this time. She took off her helmet and looked down at her crotch, frowning as a dripping puddle of piss pooled from her crotch and down the leather seat of her bike.
“Hey, Riley… I… the seat feels warm…” Lev sounded as embarrassed as Riley felt. He didn’t say anything else, but his reddened cheeks and shy eyes said more than his words could.
“No shit.” She replied bitterly, letting her thighs be refreshed with the warm dampness pooling around her ass. She slumped down, her backside pressing against the wet seat, squishing and squelching with the movement of her buttcheeks. “You mind keeping a lookout?” She asked casually, pretending that she wasn't sitting in a pool of her own piss. “I’ve got to change…”
Lev hopped off the bike and hung his helmet on the handlebars. “Y-Yeah, sure. Actually, I’ve gotta go take a pee myself.” He unzipped his jacket and hung it over his helmet, exposing his arms to the chilly morning air.
There was always a spare change of clothes in one of the saddlebags. Some clean underwear and a spare pair of black rider’s trousers. Riley quickly wiped herself off with a wet wipe, wiped off the puddle from the leather seat and changed into her spare clothes. As she changed, Lev used the time to empty his own bladder, relieving himself against a wall in the alleyway. Riley was envious, extremely envious that Lev had the pleasure of peeing freely. The boy had held it in all night just like she had and it was obvious as he pissed for a good minute, his piss steaming up in the morning air as it splattered against the cold concrete wall and pooled around his boots. “Haa…” He sighed, shaking off the final drops and zipping his trousers back up. He looked at Riley with a red face and low eyes, almost looking guilty that he could enjoy that. “You good?”
Riley nodded meekly as she looked down at the saddlebag now containing her soiled trousers. “Good thing they’re waterproof… and easy to clean.” She mumbled to herself about the saddlebags. “Yeah, I’m done. You finished up too?”
Lev stretched and looked back to the large puddle he had made now running down the sidewalk. He leant up against the bike and pulled out his tablet from the other saddlebag “I took a look through some encrypted channels while you were in the toilet; to see if there was any work for you.” He turned his tablet for Riley, showing her a small map and some details of a little town within the lower city. “There’s a small slums on the west side docks. It’s Yakuza territory, no way a Russian would go near that place. I’d say it’s as good a place as any to lie low… might even have some work for you.” Lev grabbed his helmet and jacket. “What do you say?”
A crime syndicate, right under District Delta’s nose. Everything there may be supplied illegally, but it would also be cheap. To Riley, a town dealing in shady activities right under the law enforcement's nose would feel like home. She grinned and sat back on her bike, clutching her helmet in her hands. “I say let’s get going before the suns rise. I haven’t had udon in ages.” She grinned with joy, just like she had earlier that morning.
They rode out from the alley and with a screech of her bike’s tires, Riley rode full speed down the empty street, down towards the western docks of District Delta.
Edited May 16, 2018 by Clom
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Hey guys. Some of you might remember a story of extreme female desperation I posted over a year ago about Karl and his wife Kate, called The Wife Who Had To Hold It.
I mentioned at the time that I wanted to come back to these characters to write another story with them sometime later, and well, now's the time to do it I feel. If you haven't read the previous story (it's a good one but very long), it's not necessary to enjoy this story, it only explains a bit of the background between Kate & Karl.
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Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #1
If you've read my previous stories about my sexy wife Kate, than you'll know how she's prideful of her bladder of steel. You'll know how Kate is such a big environmentalist that she pees as infrequently as possible to save water on flushing the toilet. That was how I was able to talk Kate into us installing a urinal in our home bathroom.
You'll also know how Kate agreed years ago to only let herself take a piss after I had peed in our home urinal 3 times since Kate's last piss. And you'll know how I built up enough of an iron bladder over the years to last over 24 hours without a piss, and therefore deny Kate a piss for several days in a row.
Despite how many years me and Kate have been living under the rules of this challenge, I had never been able to crack Kate's bladder once. I've made Kate extremely desperate, and seemingly only seconds away from pissing herself. But never once had Kate lost control of her perfect iron bladder, Kate was always able to hold it until she was finally allowed to pee under the rules of our challenge.
Over the years Kate had become quite smug about the fact that I had never once been able to best her iron bladder, even with the rules rigged heavily in my favor. On top of that, Kate always without exception drank 3 gallons of fluids (or more!) in a day as part of her diet, and because we lived in a hot climate. I drank a lot of fluids myself in day, but nowhere near as much as Kate did.
Over the years I had tried to challenge Kate to keep on waiting after my 3rd piss until she couldn't wait any longer. But Kate's response was always one of the following, or a combination of them:
1. "You know the rules Karl. If you want to see me wait longer, than you'll have to learn how to hold it in longer".
2. "You'll never break my iron bladder Karl. I'm much too tough a lady and tough of a wife to ever lose control of my iron bladder".
3. "Why would I ever agree to continue to hold it until I can't wait anymore Karl? I like winning, and that's a bet even I would lose, eventually".
4. "Me lose control of my bladder? That'll never happen Karl. I can hold on a lot longer than you think".
One day Kate took pity on me after I was forced yet again to take my 3rd piss and let Kate finally empty herself. "If you really want to try to beat my iron bladder Karl, you should try to drink a lot more fluids throughout the day" Kate said as she sat herself on the toilet.
"But I already drink a lot of fluids throughout the day Kate" I replied as Kate began to calmly piss a gusher. Though Kate tried to look like she had barely needed to go after over 3 days of holding it, the relief written across her face clearly said otherwise.
"But not as much as me Karl, you drink a little more than 2 gallons a day at most, while I always drink 3 gallons a day or more. Try it Karl, keep up with my drinking for a while and give your bladder a workout. Of course you won't be able to hold it as long at first with all those extra drinks Karl, but that'll be your goal to work for to improve your bladder".
"Sure you're not just trying to make things easier on yourself for a while Kate" I asked her.
"Just the opposite Karl" Kate had replied smoothly as she continued to piss a gusher. "I enjoy challenging myself to hold it even longer. I want you to hold it longer so that I have no choice but to hold it even longer. Besides... maybe it'll help you finally beat me one of these days".
At first I didn't listen to Kate's suggestion. But then after some more encouragement and pestering from Kate I decided to try it. It took me several months to work myself up to peeing just once a day again instead of twice a day under my greater liquid intake, but Kate's advice did help a lot. Kate started to drink even more herself throughout the day at the same time. Kate went from drinking 3 gallons a day to drinking closer to 4 gallons a day.
While this was going on, I tried to figure out the same thing I had for years. How could I arrange a situation where Kate had no choice but to continue to wait and hold it for hours or even days longer after I took my third piss? I tried to pee at places or times when I knew Kate couldn't or wouldn't pee, like in my last story, but I could never delay her trip to the toilet long enough for me to need to take a 4th piss, let alone for Kate to lost control of her iron bladder. Not even camping trips, far from any kind of public toilets that Kate would use, had been able to break Kate's iron bladder in the past.
One day however a new tactic dawned on me. I didn't have to try to arrange situations to endlessly stall Kate's much needed visit to the toilet when she was allowed to go under our rules. Instead, I could use Kate's own pride to keep her waiting if I pushed her buttons just right at the right opportunity.
That opportunity came one day on a Sunday evening. I had been holding it for the last 24 hours, and I had been quite desperate since the mid-afternoon. But finally, by 9 PM, after 24 hours of holding it, I couldn't wait any longer. This piss would be my 3rd piss since Kate had last peed, which was one reason Kate came to the bathroom to watch as I whipped my cock out and started to piss a gusher in the urinal.
Just standing in the bathroom, next to the inviting white toilet bowl, and watching me piss a gusher in the urinal next to it was surely torture on Kate's bursting iron bladder. Kate had last taken a piss on Thursday evening at 9 PM, which was almost exactly 72 hours ago. On top of that, Kate hadn't bothered to take her 4 inch high heel shoes off, so her painful footwear was surely only adding yet more pressure to her surely exhausted bladder.
Our rules technically didn't say that Kate had to stand there and wait for me to finish my piss in the urinal before she could seat herself on the toilet seat and piss her own gusher. But Kate always did it regardless, as if to push herself just a little bit farther each time. For Kate to seat herself on the toilet now before I finished would be admitting weakness in her mind, and Kate's pride couldn't allow that no matter what her bladder said.
Kate tried to play the calm & prideful wife with the iron bladder who wasn't dying to be able to release her pent up piss in just a moment. But even so, I caught Kate grimacing out of the corner of my eye as I first started to piss my gusher. Still, despite Kate's extreme desperation after 72 hours of waiting, and the large bladder bulge that was visible, she didn't allow herself to grip her pussy. Nor did she let herself fidget around in desperation as she surely so wanted to. Instead she stood with her arms crossed, and her legs slightly spread.
"So Kate, how desperate are you to finally be able to piss your gusher now" I asked. "You must be glad that you can finally piss after 3 long days of waiting".
"You must be joking Karl" replied my wife. "You must know by now that I'm such a tough wife that you don't even make it a challenge for my iron bladder anymore". Kate tried to keep her face calm, but I could see the enormous strain on her bladder's sphincter muscles that she was dealing with and trying to hide.
Me and Kate had drank a bit of alcohol earlier in the evening, and I had been stroking Kate's pride through it. So Kate's arrogant reply despite the strain already on her iron bladder was exactly as I had expected and hoped for.
"Oh come on Kate" I said, "I know your pussy is as eager to piss a gusher as my penis is to be pissing right now. You'll be ripping your jeans and panties down to your knees the second my piss is finished, and you'll already be pissing a gusher even before your butt touches the toilet seat".
As I said this I noticed Kate's hands were already starting to unbutton her jeans even as I continued to piss away in the urinal. Kate noticed it to, and stopped, with only the top button undone. I smiled at Kate, knowing she had helped prove my point. Kate looked a bit ticked off at herself for walking right into it.
"Oh hush Karl, I am not as eager to piss as your penis is" Kate replied in her prideful tone. "Unlike you and your penis, me and my pussy could still wait and hold it a while longer if we had to".
Seeing my chance now, I moved in to try to push Kate to agree to keep waiting even longer. "Well yeah, I'm sure you could wait a couple more hours Kate" I said in my Mr. Reasonable voice. "But there's certainly no way you could keep waiting until tomorrow morning, let alone beyond that, you're much too desperate to pee already Kate".
As I hoped for, Kate got a fire burning in her eyes at that statement. "You don't know how tough your wife and her iron bladder is then Karl" Kate said with some anger in her voice now. "I could easily hold it throughout the night, all through work tomorrow, and beyond that point to".
My piss finally finished as Kate was talking, but Kate restrained herself and didn't rush to use the toilet the second I finished like she often did. I knew it was now or never to seal the deal as I flushed the urinal.
"Well, I guess we'll never know the answer to that Kate" I replied. "Unless you were to agree to continue to hold it, say until I had to take my 4th piss since you last had a pee 72 hours ago".
Kate was silent for several seconds now as she glared at me, standing just a few feet away from the inviting white toilet bowl promising her sweet relief now. Kate could have easily resumed unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding them and her panties off so that she could take her urgently needed piss now. But instead Kate stood there, on her painful high heels, with a boiling load of piss still brewing between her legs, and continued to stare into my eyes. I could tell Kate was seriously contemplating what to do in that silence.
Finally Kate broke the silence. "You know how a certain lady loves to challenge herself Karl" she said with pride. "My bladder's floodgates will remain sealed, until you have to open your bladder's own floodgates and take a 4th piss since I last had a pee. No matter how long that takes".
"Are you sure Kate" I asked playfully now as I put a hand on the raised toilet lid. "Last chance for a certain tough girl to change her mind and pee in a very long time Kate".
"My jealous pussy will hate me for it Karl, I have to pee pretty bad already. But yes I'm certain, I'm a tough wife and I can hold it quite a while longer than just 3 days if I have to" Kate replied. I slammed the toilet lid down with finality, to signify Kate's now lost chance to take a much needed pee.
"The ladies room is now closed Kate, I sure hope you can wait until it's available next time" I announced with a grin. I pointed at the button on her jeans Kate had undone a moment earlier. "You ought to button that back up Kate, you won't be needing to unbutton it anytime soon now".
Kate smiled and nodded her head as she reached down to re-button the top of her jeans. Kate allowed a slight groan to escape her lips as the button re-added a bit of pressure to her bladder.
"Oh my" whispered Kate playfully. "I think I made a mistake passing up that toilet Karl. I could really use a piss right about now". Kate 'playfully' gripped her crotch and squirmed for added emphasis. "Is the ladies room still open for a certain desperate lady who hasn't peed in 3 whole days Karl?".
"Sorry, but the ladies room is going to be closed for a long while Kate" I replied. "You'll just have to wait until then".
"Oh... gosh I sure hope I can wait that long" Kate muttered in pretend nervousness. "You boys sure have it easy being able to unzip and pee almost anywhere... that would really come in handy for me right now". Kate bit her lips as she glanced anxiously at the closed toilet lid, and the urinal she couldn't use. "But I am a lady, so I guess I'll just have to wait. It's a good thing I'm so good at waiting".
I grinned at Kate, "I know you've been waiting to pee for 3 days already Kate, you could use a distraction from that desperate need" I said. Kate nodded while shifting her legs around desperately in her high heels. "Well what better distraction than the two of us sharing a pitcher of lemonade together" I asked in a tone that was daring Kate not to say no.
Kate knew full well I was challenging her. "I don't think that'll help my poor unlucky bladder Karl" she replied knowingly, "but... you know how much I love lemonade". Lemonade was Kate's favorite drink, which was why I had suggested it over another beverage. Kate was grinning now at the challenge. "I know you don't think I can handle it Karl, but my iron bladder is much tougher than you realize". With that, Kate led the way to the kitchen.
Despite the state of her bladder, Kate ended up having 4 of the 6 glasses of lemonade in the 3 liter pitcher. Later as we were getting ready for bed Kate eagerly agreed to some full bladder sex, during which Kate was gripping her pussy and squirming around a lot. My doubt that Kate could last the night, let alone the day tomorrow, must have been written on my face, because as I closed my eyes Kate whispered "I'm stronger than you think Karl, I will hold it for you and your silly bet. Maybe then you'll learn why it's futile to challenge to me and my unbreakable bladder".
"Or maybe I'll finally discover that even your bladder has its limits" I whispered back playfully.
=====Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #2
The next morning me and Kate were awaken at 7 AM by our alarm clock. Kate hadn't peed in 82 hours by now as she got out of bed with her rock hard bladder bulge quite visible in her skimpy lingerie. Kate allowed herself to squirm around a bit and grip her crotch for a moment in desperation as she fought against her urgent need for a morning piss.
Kate noticed me standing by the bed staring at her as she stood up and calmly removed her hands from her crotch, stopped squirming, and smiled. "I guess the ladies room is still going to be closed for a while yet isn't it Karl" she asked me playfully. I nodded in agreement. "Certain guys sure can take a while to reopen the ladies room Karl... it's almost... as if they don't want desperate girls like me to pee for a long time".
"There's nothing but your own pride preventing you from barging in to use the ladies room anyway Kate" I reminded her. I liked to give Kate an 'out' at times, she never took it, even if she so badly needed it.
"No thanks, I'll be good Karl" Kate replied quickly to show that she was still up for the challenge from last night. "I've already waited all day for the last couple of days without giving my poor bladder any relief. I can do it again today if your bladder makes me".
Me and Kate soon got dressed for the day. Without any important visitors expected at work today Kate grabbed a fashionable pair of jeans and a business casual shirt. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder the jeans would fit Kate quite comfortably. But with 82 hours worth of boiling piss contained inside her rock hard bladder bulge I knew the jeans would be a more uncomfortable fit for Kate. But Kate, even with her surely desperate need, was used to wearing clothing too tight around her bladder region. So Kate's body language remained calm, even as she zipped and buttoned her jeans shut. Kate didn't even flinch when she tightened her belt and locked the buckle. And of course Kate finished up the outfit by slipping on a pair of fashionable high heels that she knew full well would torture her aching, bursting bladder all day whenever she stood up or walked anywhere.
Without another word between us, me and Kate headed for the kitchen to have some breakfast, as well as share a 3 liter pitcher of spring water. Like we usually did we both had 3 glasses of it over breakfast before it was drained. Before we left for work Kate couldn't help but grab herself a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge, all while I smiled knowingly at her. "Just because I've really gotta pee bad doesn't mean I don't get thirsty Karl" Kate replied with a smile.
We arrived at work shortly before 9 AM, by which time Kate had finished draining her bottle of water. Me and Kate kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways in the office until we got together for lunch at 1 PM. Both of us had our share of drinks in the morning at work. I had 2 large cups of coffee, and 3 bottles of water, which I thought was a lot, until I learned Kate had drank same and an additional bottle of water.
By the time we went to lunch I was really needing a piss myself. But of course there was no way I going to, because that would let Kate pee as well, unless I somehow talked her into waiting even longer, which I wasn't going to count on. Kate, despite having gone 88 hours without a piss now, was relatively calm as we went out to lunch together. She even teased me a bit about needing to go 'already' when she caught me squirming in the car. "What's the matter Karl? Don't tell me you need to pee already, it's only been 16 hours for you. I thought you were going to make this a challenge for me".
"We'll see about that when I make you piss yourself Kate" I replied good naturedly. "I know you'll be crossing your legs and squirming around underneath the table when you don't think anyone will be looking".
"I'd like to see you hold it for three and a half days and only cross your legs under the table a bit" Kate countered.
Lunch passed uneventfully. Despite how desperate we both were Kate drank 3 large glasses of soda over lunch, while I had 2. I was still aiming to drink 3 gallons a day, and Kate 4 gallons a day, under our liquid heavy diet, so neither of us had a choice in the matter of not drinking so much. Kate tried to look calm sitting across the table from me, but I could tell from her strained body language that she was having a lot more trouble keeping her full bladder's dam shut then she was letting on. I tried to not let see Kate see just how bad off I was, but I did my share of leg crossing and crotch grabbing under the table.
After lunch me and Kate went our separate ways in the office again. I don't know about Kate, since she would never admit it to me, but as the day went on, I knew I was getting more distracted by my giant urge for a piss. It didn't help that I drank another 5 bottles of water in the afternoon at work either. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Kate couldn't pee as long as I held on I would have been sorely tempted to visit the men's room.
At the other end of the office, Kate was busy working her way through 6 bottles of water this afternoon. If Kate was alone in her office then I knew she had to be squirming around desperately in her seat from the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee by now.
As 5 PM rolled around I found Kate had helped herself to a can of soda from the vending machine on the way to the car where we both met. "Are you sure that's wise dear, given your predicament" I teased on the way to the car.
"It's wiser then however many bottles of water you drank in the afternoon" Kate countered arrogantly. "You'll have to pee soon enough, and then it won't matter how wise or not wise this can of soda is, because I'll be able to pee to".
"Well then, maybe you should do the driving if you're so confident I'll pee first" I countered. "After all, if I'll pee first then I must be more distracted by my desperate bladder after nearly 20 hours of waiting then you are from yours after nearly 92 hours of waiting".
I could tell by the look in Kate's eyes that she hadn't expected that. Since I almost always drove, Kate was used to being able to sit back and focus her attention on her keeping her boiling piss contained in her bladder whenever we traveled. Kate narrowed her eyes, and took a sip from her can of soda, knowing what I was doing. "That won't be a problem Karl, hand me the keys" Kate replied, pretending to be calm, even though I knew full well she wasn't.
I was glad to be able to grip my cock through my pants and pay attention to Kate's body language as she drove us. Kate did surprisingly well at looking calm when we were moving, but I saw her legs shifting around nervously from her desperate urge to pee after almost 4 days without relief. At the first red light when Kate stopped the car I could tell she was about to automatically grab her pussy in desperation. But she remembered who was sitting next to her and stopped before her hands could get there. So Kate grabbed her can of soda instead, and made a show of taking a long sip from it, enough to finish draining it.
"What would us ladies ever do about these frequent & long closures of the ladies room if we weren't so good at waiting?" Kate asked me playfully, knowing I was watching her every move for signs of desperation.
"Ladies could always use the urinal in the men's room" I suggested. Kate shook her head. "Ladies could also use the bushes alongside their man when we go camping or hiking" I added.
"Us ladies don't have the anatomy for either of those things Karl" Kate replied playfully. "That's why our mothers teach us that boys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. And then there's filthy public restrooms, you guys don't mind Karl, you'd go anywhere. But us ladies do mind, so us ladies frequently have to continue to hold it when the ladies room is too filthy, even if we've already been waiting a lot longer then you boys have".
"Well, a certain lady could drop the act and admit she has to go when we get home. Surely her own toilet is clean enough for her" I countered playfully.
"But us ladies can't even do that either at times" Kate countered. "Sometimes us ladies get back home desperate to pee, only to have to wait even longer because our husbands beat us to the toilet first, even though the husband got to pee multiple times when he was out with the lady".
"Then it's a good thing that some of you ladies enjoy putting off your pee, and holding it for several days in a row, isn't it Kate?" I replied with a smile.
"Well, if the world conspires to keep us ladies from taking a pee, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy having to hold it all the time?" Kate grinned.
When we got back home at 6 PM both me and Kate were dying to pee, with 21 and 93 hours of boiling pee in our bladders separating the us from our last trip to the toilet. But neither of us so much as glanced down the hall towards our only bathroom. Instead I took out a 3 liter pitcher of water and poured us both a glass, while Kate started dinner.
Kate could have taken her pair of 4 inch high heels off at any time now that we were home, but she didn't. I think Kate decided a few months ago that she enjoyed the extra challenge her painful high heels were on a full bladder. Despite the high heels that were surely bothering her poor tormented bladder's sphincter muscles, Kate didn't hesitate to quickly down her first half a liter glass of water from the pitcher, and pour herself a second glass. Kate tried to avoid squirming around and gripping her crotch in front of me, with only partial success due to the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee. But to be fair, I was desperately squirming around probably three times as much as Kate. At this point I knew I wasn't going to best Kate's iron bladder today, she was clearly in much better control of her bladder's situation then I was despite the much longer wait she had. I just wanted to extend Kate's desperate plight as long as I could, and figure out how I could get Kate to agree to skip her pee again if at all possible.
By 7 PM both me and Kate had finished dinner, and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher. Both me and Kate had 3 large glasses of the pitcher. Though Kate tried to look tough, I could tell she was really beginning to feel the strain of denying herself relief for the last 94 hours while wearing such tight and uncomfortable clothing. Kate grimaced across the table, but she tried to turn it into a grin when she noticed me watching, all while I saw her hands go underneath the table towards her crotch. At first I thought Kate was gripping her crotch, until I heard the sound of a belt buckle unsnapping.
"Does my lovely wife finally have to admit that her bladder isn't as strong as she claims it is and hurry to the toilet for a much needed pee now?" I asked smoothly.
"Is it a crime for a girl to want to unwind at the end of a long day by taking her tight belt off?" Kate asked. "Don't worry about your silly bet Karl, I'll hold my pee until you have to pee again, which will be pretty soon I imagine".
"I think it's a sign that a lady is nearing her limits if the pressure of the belt is too much for her to bear after 94 hours without a pee" I countered. "But... certain things... might persuade me otherwise".
"Certain things Karl?" Kate questioned mockingly. "You're real subtle aren't you? Fetch me a can of soda then, I'll drink it while we watch some television".
Our evening was relatively subdued after that for a while, as we watched TV for a few hours. Kate drank her can of soda, as well as 2 more glasses of water. I drank another 2 glasses of water myself.
By the time 9 PM rolled around I once again couldn't hold it any longer. Kate had been watching me like a tiger for the last hour, just as much as I had been watching her desperately squirm after 4 days without a pee. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and announced I had to run to the bathroom, Kate slyly remarked "well of course you do Karl, the boys always have to pee first... and second, and third, and fourth to it seems".
I hurried to the bathroom desperately gripping my desperate cock. Despite her 4 inch high heels Kate managed to stay right behind me without tripping. Upon entering the bathroom I hurried to the urinal, and began to take a loud piss with Kate watching.
Kate tried to act calm as I peed away in front of her, but I caught her eyes anxiously darting to the inviting white toilet bowl next to the urinal. Despite her calm demeanor, Kate hadn't been able to pee in 4 days, and was a few hours away from the 100 hour mark. I knew Kate was really bursting to go right now as she began to unbutton her jeans before I was even half done my piss. Kate tried to cover it up by talking.
"It's a good thing that the ladies room is now open again, because this lady really needs to take a leak now" Kate said as she lifted the toilet lid. "4 days of holding it like this is more of a challenge for me and my bladder of steel Karl". Kate didn't move to sit on the toilet yet however, for that I knew she'd wait until I was finished peeing first.
"So does that mean that 5 days of holding it would be too much of a challenge for you to handle then Kate?" I asked slyly.
"Don't be silly Karl, we both know the answer to that" Kate replied arrogantly, even as she squeezed her legs together in a subtle sign of desperation. "Maybe someday you'll learn Karl that me and my bladder of steel have no limits, I can always wait as long as I need to".
"I think the way you've already unzipped your jeans says otherwise Kate" I countered as I continued to piss in the urinal. "You're so desperate to pee that you're hurrying to undo your jeans early just so that you won't have to wait an extra few seconds to pee, because you know you can't hold it much longer Kate. I bet you were getting worried about having an accident if I made you wait much longer".
"In your dreams Karl. There's nothing unusual with a girl unbuttoning her jeans in anticipation of a much needed pee she's about to take" Kate replied calmly. As she spoke my piss began to die down, Kate couldn't help but grip her crotch and fidget her legs around in anticipation of her pee. "There's nothing wrong with a girl lifting the lid in preparation for her pee either, especially seeing as you're about done Karl" Kate added.
Kate was right, my piss finally dribbled down to nothing as Kate watched, eager to let loose her own brewing load of boiling piss. But unfortunately for Kate, I was determined to make sure that her brewing load of boiling piss would have to brew for a while longer in her tiring bladder. I knew that I had to make my move quickly as I tucked my cock back in my pants. Kate smiled as she began to pull her jeans down, only the smile soon vanished when I slammed the lid down on Kate's toilet before she could pull her jeans even halfway down her hips.
"Karl what are you doing?" Kate asked confused, her jeans still only partially pulled down, her red panties easily visible. "It's my turn to pee now".
"Sorry Kate, it turns out the ladies room is still closed for maintenance" I announced boldly, jumping back into our earlier role-playing. "It was a totally unexpected problem the maintenance crew ran into. You'll just have to continue waiting until they finish Kate. I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer yet".
"Well then how's a lady supposed to get the pee that she was promised for out holding you yet again Karl" Kate asked annoyed. She bent her knees and fidgeted her legs together nervously, considering her options I knew. Kate clearly hadn't expected me to issue another challenge to her bladder of steel so soon.
"Hey, you were the one who said earlier that the world conspires to keep you ladies away from the toilet" I reminded her with a shrug. "I guess you were right Kate, the world is sure conspiring against you now".
Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. Kate's eyes glared at me, before shifting to the white porcelain toilet bowl aside of me, that she had been eagerly looking forward to using 15 seconds ago before I had moved to stop her. I knew the heavy load of boiling piss brewing between her legs for the last 4 days was at the forefront of Kate's mind. Kate really didn't want to have to keep that piss brewing in her bladder for yet another day, especially not with the 4 inch high heels she wore, which only made a full bladder harder to deal with. But Kate was also quite prideful, and could be quite stubborn when she saw her pride as at stake I knew. I smiled as Kate's eyes shifted away from the much needed toilet and back at me, full of stubbornness and determination.
"A totally 'unexpected' maintenance problem in the ladies room Karl?" Kate asked me, her voice full of playful skepticism. "Sounds to me like someone just really doesn't want us ladies to pee, especially this lady in particular, who hasn't peed in 4 whole days already", Kate added, pointing at herself as she crossed her legs.
"Hey I'm not the maintenance man Kate, I'm just the bearer of bad news" I said, innocently. Kate playfully rolled her eyes at my feigned innocent. "The bottom line Kate is you'll just have to wait some more, unless you care to use the men's room instead" I added, waving at the urinal, "no plumbing issues or lines there".
"Certainly not Karl!" Kate scolded me. "A lady doesn't barge in and use the men's room, especially not when she'd mind if a man barged into the ladies room!".
"Well then, I guess you're just going to have to wait Kate, since that's your only option left" I told her.
Kate frowned, as if remembering her brewing load of boiling piss she had been so eager to rid herself of a moment ago. "I really need to pee bad after holding it for the last 4 days Karl" she admitted as she gripped her crotch and squirmed in front of me.
I smiled as I saw my opportunity. "What's the matter Kate, worried that you might pee yourself soon if you have to hold it a while longer?" I taunted. Kate bristled visibly at the insult to her pride, even as her bladder begged for relief. Knowing I was taking a risk now, I opened the toilet lid. "Go ahead and take your pee Kate. I wouldn't want you to end up peeing in your jeans just because you were too stubborn to admit that you couldn't hold it any longer during our role-playing session".
My gamble worked better than I thought, Kate didn't even pause to think about her words first. "I'm going to make you eat those words Karl" Kate replied confidently. "I may really have to pee quite badly after holding it for the last 4 days, but that doesn't mean that I'll pee myself soon if I don't plop myself on that white porcelain toilet bowl". Kate glanced at the toilet longingly for a moment as she continued to fidget around. With one hand still openly gripping her throbbing desperate pussy through her red panties, Kate reached out for the toilet lid with her other hand. "It would feel really frigging good to use that toilet, I won't deny it Karl. But I'll hold it for a while longer instead, just to prove to you that I can still wait for a pee. I think another 24 hours should be long enough to prove my point to you". With that, this time it was Kate who slammed the toilet lid shut with finality, to signify her once again lost chance to pee.
"Are you really sure about this Kate?" I asked as Kate began to pull her jeans back up. "Another 24 hours without a pee is a long time for anyone to wait, especially for a desperate lady who already hasn't peed in the last 4 days". Kate's face grimaced as she pulled her jean's zipper back up, pressing her tight jeans up against her bulging bladder and the 4 days of boiling piss brewing inside.
"No one said us ladies have it easy Karl" Kate replied playfully, even while partially grunting as she buttoned her jeans back up, which put more strain on her 4 day unrelieved bladder. "Your penis is really lucky Karl. My pussy is so jealous that it still hasn't gotten to pee yet, especially with the toilet right there in front of me!".
I smiled, Kate looked so darn sexy the way she desperately squirmed around in her tight jeans, while trying hard not to in order to look like the tough woman she stubbornly wanted to be. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and kissing her on the lips just then. I felt Kate's enormous bulging bladder brushing up against my leg as I did this. I heard a slight moan escape from Kate's lips at the unneeded extra pressure this put on her tiring bladder. But Kate was too stubborn to complain about the effect our close embrace was having on all that boiling pent up piss brewing in her bladder, so she simply bore it without a word of complaint.
"You're really hot when you're so desperate to pee like this Kate" I said as I mercifully let go of her. Kate, still in her 4 inch high heels, which only made things worse on her full bladder, squirmed her legs around nervously, which only made her sexier.
"Well Karl, with the ladies room closed for another day, I'm sure you'll enjoy my plight for the next 24 hours then" Kate replied with surprising calm. I couldn't help but smile lustfully like a giddy little schoolboy, which wasn't unnoticed by Kate. "I really shouldn't have turned down that trip to the ladies room yesterday, should I Karl?" Kate asked me playfully as her hands began to undo my jeans to get at my erect cock. "My desperate pussy is throbbing for relief already Karl, but it's a good thing that I can hold it for another day... or maybe longer if I really want to".
The two of us quickly began to undress and make our way to the bedroom. By the time I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep later I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see if Kate could really backup her earlier boasting about her iron bladder. |
And now a piece of nonsense something to have Shakespeare revolving in his grave:
A Midsummer Night's Dream
"Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania!"
Walking at night through the grounds of the Tuscan villa I had come upon a circular paved opening in the trees that I could not remember having seen before. A folly resembling an ancient Greek temple stood at its centre. To my surprise I saw Angela sitting in the temple, wearing a classically-styled full-length dress and some kind of coronet in her auburn hair.
Equally oddly, Peter was dressed in the robes of an Athenian nobleman as he confronted her. I drew back into the shadows - if my hosts were having an argument I did not want to intrude.
"What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence:
I have forsworn his bed and company."
Titania - or was it Angela? - rose and swept away followed, it seemed, by some shadowy figures. Oberon/Peter muttered:
"Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove
Till I torment thee for this injury!"
Then, more loudly:
"My gentle Puck, come hither."
Instantly, Amanda appeared beside him. She was wearing a short, diaphanous dress through which the moonlight showed the silhouette of her body to considerable advantage. She also appeared to be having great difficulty standing still. Oberon commanded her:
"Fetch me that flower: the herb I shew'd you once
That maidens all call love-in-idleness
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid
Will make Titania waking madly dote
Upon the next live creature that she sees."
Puck/Amanda looked imploringly at him:
"Please, captain of our fairy band
I'll seek your flower throughout the land
But may I squat down over there
Before I wet my underwear?"
Oberon did not seem to hear her:
"Depart now, instantly, make no delay
This business must be done ere break of day."
Puck disappeared. A short time later she reappeared, holding a small bunch of wild flowers.
"Welcome, wanderer. Hast thou the flower there?
Seek out Titania when she is asleep
And drop the liquor of it in her eyes."
Puck thrust her free hand under her dress and held herself tightly, jigging up and down and pleading:
"I crave relief before I go!
My maiden brook may overflow
With liquid gold; hearken to me
My shadow lord, I need a wee!"
Once again, Oberon seemed too preoccupied to pay any attention to her plea.
"And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow."
Looking desperate but not daring to disobey, Puck meekly replied:
"Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so"
She disappeared.
Totally unable to make sense of what I had seen and not sure where I was in the villa's grounds, I followed the path that Angela/Titania had taken. A short distance away I saw her in the moonlight, asleep on a bank of wild thyme and woodland flowers. Puck had her back to me and was gently placing a drop of liquid on each of Titania's eyelids as she slept.
A twig snapped under my foot with a sharp crack. Puck jumped with shock and started to wet herself. As pee flowed uncontrollably down her legs and splashed to the ground between her bare feet she pointed a finger at me, her eyes flashing with fury:
"Mortal, thou hast seen that which thou should'st not!"
With that, she disappeared in a shower of golden droplets.
A strange feeling came over me, as though my head was changing shape. However my chief thought was that I could not remember the last time I had had any hay to eat. Surprising, really, because it is my favourite food.
Titania stirred, opened her eyes and looked at me with devotion:
"What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Come, sit thee down while I thy cheeks do coy
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy."
"If I had wit enough to get out of this wood..." I started to say. Suddenly I caught a sense of unimaginable supernatural power.
"Out of this wood do not desire to go!
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I will light night-tapers with glow-worm's eyes
To have my love to bed and to arise!"
"Hee-haw" I replied. It was the only thing I could think of to say.
It was all a bit of a blur after that. Before I fell into a deep sleep I can vaguely remember Titania/Angela - saying something about the female ivy enringing something or other that had arisen but I really cannot recollect the details.
It was morning and the sun was shining brightly when I was woken by the arrival of Oberon and Puck. Oberon touched Titania's eyelids, saying:
"Your dotage now I do begin to pity.
Now, my Titania; wake you my sweet queen."
Titania opened her eyes and gazed uncomprehendingly at him:
"My Oberon! What visions I have seen!
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass."
Oberon indicated me:
"There lies your love"
Titania looked appalled:
"How came these things to pass?
O how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!"
They walked off, arm in arm. They seemed to have forgotten their quarrel but nevertheless I had the feeling that Oberon would have some explaining to do. Amanda handed me a mirror. I saw the huge head of an ass where my own face should be.
"And the next time you startle me into wetting my knickers you can bloody well stay a donkey!" she warned me as my head returned to its usual shape.
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In the pre-dawn light I could just make out the familiar surroundings of our bedroom at the Tuscan villa. Valerie was snuggled up beside me, both of us naked beneath a sheet in the warm night. I had had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was....
Realising that I urgently needed to pee, I gently disentangled myself from Valerie, swung my legs out from under the sheet and padded over to the open balcony doors.
As I stood pissing through the railings with great relief, Valerie joined me. She crouched down and a stream of pee splashed on to the balcony floor beneath her. She looked up at me and said "Whatever you were dreaming about just now, you seemed to be enjoying it. You were talking in your sleep!"
As she stood up she added "Who the hell is Titania?"
Edited May 16, 2018 by Ondinist
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I was inspired to write today...
Chapter 1: Sipping
I was scrolling through my Instagram, one hand holding my phone, the other holding my second cup of coffee which I sipped every five seconds. I needed to stay awake for today's party. It was my best friend, Annabelle's birthday party and she loved everything about horror. Which is why tonight's party was going to be horror themed of course. She always bragged about how she "meant to be a horror lover" because her name is Annabelle which is the name of the famously haunted doll. I giggled remembering her saying it. My phone vibrated as I got a text from her. "Not to brag or anything, but this will be the best party ever." It read. And I knew she wasn't lying. Annabelle is, without doubt, the most EXTRA person I have ever met. In fact, I heard she was bringing a taco truck and a band. Yeah, I wasn't kidding when I said she was extra. I checked the time. Shoot. I've been in this coffee shop for a whole hour. I got up and ran to the car. I had a bunch of shopping to do and I needed to get ready.
I jammed my car key in and jumped into the front seat. I started driving full speed. I have three hours to get ready because the party was being held 40 minutes from where I live. I finally got there and started running down the allies like an insane person, grabbing everything I found cute and could possibly fit me. I started running to the dressing room. I better hurry, I need to hurry And then BAM! I ran into a lady and made her fall over...which made the huge basket of hangers behind her fall over. The lady looked at me. She clearly had her lips done and a really bad botox. "Oh I'm so-" I started.
"Excuse me! Would you like to watch where you are going? Maybe that would solve our problems here!"
"I'm so sorry."
"You should be. And I'm not picking those up," she said as she looked over at the pile of hangers. One of the workers started walking towards us.
"Ladies, is there a problem here?" she asked.
"I-" but before I had a chance to answer, the botox bitch decided to handle things on her own.
"Yes," She replied. "This rude girl bumped into me and dropped all of these hangers. I will not be picking them up, because I'm not responsible."
"Look, I'll them up. I'm sorry. It was an accident." I told her. The woman nodded.
"And are you hurt?" she asked the botox bi- I mean...the other lady.
"Not too much but it doesn't make what she did any less rude" she complained. Jeez, get over it. I simply WALKED away to the dressing room and tried my clothes on until (finally) finding the perfect outfit. I ran to the- WALKED, I MEAN WALKED to the register. Okay, it was a pretty expensive outfit, but worth it. Ripped jeans, fish nets under, a grey crop top that says "IDK", a black varsity jacket, and black trendy boots. I walked over to the bathroom because the coffee was bothering my bladder. I entered the girls' bathroom but it was too crowded. A horde of girls bending down and moaning. I walked out and drove back home to get ready for the best part ever.
Chapter 2: A Tingle
So I get to the party and honestly, this is the best party I had ever seen. I mean...it had just everything. Great music, loud speakers, a DJ, food trucks, and horror-themed decorations and games.
"Hey!" Annabelle yelled over to me. She came running up to.
"Aye girl!"
"What do you think?" she says looking over to the huge party.
"Amazing. I'm speechless." I laugh. "I thought there would be more people?"
"Yeah. You're actually kind of early. Rest are on their way." She says walking over to a table just FULL of drinks and takes a shot. "Ohh!" she says quickly swallowing her drink. "What do you think about the decor?' she said, giving me weird shoulder dance.
"Perfect." I smile at her. "Everything about this party will be perfect." Annabelle laughed.
"Yes!!!! I was hoping you would say that. I don't want to be hosting a lame party." She sure didn't. She snaps up at the DJ. "LOUDER" she laughs.
So about 40 minutes later, everyone came. This party was PACKED. Hordes and hordes of people dancing, twerking, drinking, singing, yelling. It was insane. The music was so loud that one point, I felt my bladder start to tingle. The coffee from earlier was really kicking in. I walked over to Annabelle. "Where is the bathroom?!" I yelled over to her.
"WHAT?!" she yells.
"WHERE. IS. THE. BATHROOM?!"
"OH. I DON'T KNOW. SHOULD HAVE CHECKED BEFORE RENTING THIS PLACE!" I'm not too desperate and I have a big bladder. I walked over to the drinks. Might as well have the time of my life. One shot down. Two shots down. Three shots down. I did seven shots as others were cheering me on.
"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!"
I walked over, pretty drunk. BOOM! A fake clown scares the shit out me. "FUCK!" I yell as laughing. Others laughed. But I stopped laughing the moment I felt wet between my legs. I quickly wiped it with a tissue when nobody was looking. I could use a toilet right now. I started to dance with Annabelle and her friends, ignoring the light wetness of my underwear. Annabelle got down on the dance floor and started twerking hardcore. I laughed knowing that she was VERY drunk. She started to loudly (and terribly) sing along to the music. I couldn't help laughing. Annabelle drunk is just so funny. My laughing got out of control as I started dripping a lot. I realized what I was doing and ran out. I got to the backyard of the place where a couple people were dancing and yelling. I hid behind a bush and started wiping myself. I could have peed right there but I thought it would be too risky. I didn't want people to see me. I saw Annabelle run out.
"Jazmine!" she called out. (that's me).
"Hey," I said walking out from the bush, pretending as if nothing had happened like I wasn't in desperate need of a bathroom.
"Where were you?" she asked.
"Needed some fresh air," I told her. She raised her eyebrows at me. I could tell she knew that wasn't the reason I was there. "Fine," I pulled her to the back where very there weren't as many people. Maybe, two couples making out, but nothing much. And that's where I told her, "I really n-"
Well, ALMOST told her. But then Rae came in. "THERE YOU ARE! We were looking for you, come on, come dance." So Annabelle ran over to her.
"Yas!" screamed Annabelle. She ran over to her as they headed to the party.
"Aren't you coming, Jazmine?" Rae asked me. I knew that I was extremely desperate but I also wanted to have the time of my life.
"Coming!" I yelled over to her. so we got in. We danced and yelled and laughed insanely. I twerked like I had never twerked before. After about two a hours, I had forgotten about my desperation so thinking, why not, I took a bunch more shots. And an hour after THAT, lots of people had already left considering it was the in the morning, I saw Annabelle walking over to me.
"I have an idea..." I could tell she was up to something. "I know where there is a REAL haunted house, its abandoned too." she smiled that smile she always gives whenever she was up to no good. "Let's go there..."
Chapter 3: Regret
So yes, we got in the backseat of Annabelle's car and started driving to wherever this house was. It was only me, Annabelle, Rae, Rae boyfriend, Alex, and Jonah who was another one of my best friends. We drove for only about 20 minutes and got out of the car. That's where I realised I was sober enough to know this idea was probably not the best. But everyone seemed excited, I didn't want to be a buzzkill. Besides, everyone was a slight bit sober at this point, so what could go wrong? The house was huge, nasty, and had cracked windows. We got in and started waling. The floors creaked as we walked on them. There were spider webs all over and it was dusty. It was like one of those houses you would see only in horror movies. Everything was going okay actually. We were taking photos of the place, keeping quiet. We didn't want to get caught. After thirty minutes of being in this place, everything went bad. We heard a noise in the distance. Everyone paused. We heard a loud scream and then banging on the door. Rae started panicking, we all did. Soon we all ran to the highest floor of the house. This place had about five floors or six. Point is, it was a pretty big house. Rae, Alex, and Jonah got into the kitchen to hide. Me and Annabelle weren't able to stay in the kitchen because it wasn't big enough so we went to another room and shut the door.
"Shit," Annabelle whispered. I was about to reply before it happened. A rush ran through my body and I needed to pee. Bad. My desperation level went from two to ten in a couple seconds. I let out a moan and my hands flew towards in crotch. "Are you okay?" she whispered to me.
"Yes," I replied. Except I obviously wasn't' really okay. My bladder was about to burst. My knees were stuck together as me and Annabelle sat on the dusty floor. She was talking about-I don't even know. Some smart shit to try to get us out. I was busy making sure I'm not going to make a mess all over. Words couldn't describe my desperation. It felt like it was all going to come out at no minute. I bit my lip. About ten minutes passed. Felt much longer when you have a shit ton of liquid in your bladder. I started to dribble. I squeezed harder and bit my lip harder.
"Jazmine, are you SURE you are okay?"
"To tell you the truth I really am not. I have to pee so bad." I let out a moan. "It's gonna....come-ah-ah-I need...AH!" I moaned for a couple seconds before talking again, Annabelle kept telling me to take my time. "Annabelle....I'm gonna pee....eh....here...okay....whoo." I started unbuttoning my pants.
"Its okay, let it out," she told me. And that's when we heard outside the door. "COME ON LET'S GET OUT OF HERE! THERE'S NO SIGN OF MURDER. LET'S GO BEFORE WHOEVER THAT WAS COMES BACK." It was Jonah. I quickly buttoned my pants and did my best effort to get up. I ran out. We all ran out of that house as fast as we could, we got in the car, and Annabelle started driving really fast. She dropped everyone back at her house where they will proceed to walk to their own house or get a ride. Annabelle drove me to my house, knowing I could burst any minute now. But every few seconds I felt my desperation getting even worse.
Chapter 4: Soaked
We got there, a couple leaks but it was still good enough. I grabbed the key, thanked Annabelle, and ran inside, jamming the key. I finally got in, locked the door, once again jamming the key and missing. Finally, I ran upstairs to my room, unbuttoning my jeans as I got there. I got inside the room and removed my jeans and my jacket, leaving only my shirt and fishnets on. It was unstoppable, hot piss started running down my ass, dribbling in between my thighs. I panicked and tried to stop it but I couldn't. My bladder was large, so letting that out heaven. I moaned lightly. It was embarrassing but I was by myself. I accepted the fact I can't stop it so I let it fall instead. I sat in my fishnets were dripping. I was still going I removed my heals I poured out the pee inside it. I looked down at the yellow ocean I had created-was creating because it was still going. Thirty seconds later I got up. I had finally finished. I smelt like urine. The underwear from inside my fishnets dripped continuously. I looked down at the mess I made. I spend the next hour cleaning everything. And thats when I developed a new fetish... |
ONDINE
As we stood together on the grass near the pool, pissing through our shorts, I reflected that Jack had adjusted to life at the Tuscan villa remarkably well.
The family had been taking their summer holidays here for many years, often spending most of the day around the swimming pool set in the villa's extensive grounds. Angela always insisted that everybody drank plenty of water to avoid dehydration in the hot weather so the need for a pee came round every couple of hours or so. Rather than making the long walk back to the house the girls would just pee in their swimwear and it was considered tactful for the men to do the same rather than taking the easy option of going behind a bush. From the first day of his visit Jack had adopted the custom and it now seemed as natural to him as it did to the rest of us.
Angela, the girls' mother, put down her novel, stood up and squatted beside her chair, arms resting on shapely thighs. A steady stream of pee pattered on to the flagstones a few inches below her, pooling before slowly soaking away. She held the pose as the stream became a trickle, then droplets. Then she stood up and bent over to arrange a folded towel over the cushions of her chair, revealing a large, round patch of wetness on the bottom of her teal-coloured designer swimsuit. Pee that had remained trapped in the fabric ran in rivulets down her thighs and dripped on to the ground .as she moved.
"I must say the ladies look hot when they pee so casually" Jack confided to me. "I had never realised that a girl wetting herself could be erotic until....well, um, an incident with Emily..." He looked embarrassed.
"Don't worry!" I replied. "Emily told Valerie all about it. I was wondering what they were giggling about so she gave me an edited version - she said the full details were not fit for my tender young ears. You'd better know that those three girls have no secrets from each other!"
We walked back to the poolside where Emily, elegant in a large sunhat and a yellow bikini, stood up and took Jack's hand. They wandered into the maze of paths that threaded the shrubbery between the pool and the old wrought-iron gazebo in the distance. When they returned it was clear to see that Emily had wet herself during their walk.
For the next hour or so I lay on a sun-lounger, enjoying the warmth and drowsily watching the patterns of light and shadow on the sun umbrella above me. Valerie lay on the lounger beside me, wearing a patterned tankini top over matching tight-fitting boy-shorts. Eventually she gave me a nudge. "Come on lazybones, time for a dip in the pool! Let's see who can do the fastest length." She pulled her sun-lounger out from the shade of our umbrella into the full sun and rearranged it to lie flat. Then she straightened up and stood still. Her boy-shorts darkened and streams of pee traced their way down the insides of her legs, pooling on the flagstones around her bare feet as she gazed across the garden. When she had finished I followed her towards the Roman steps at the end of the pool and we immersed ourselves in the cool water.
After our swim, we both lay face down on our sun-loungers, drying off int the sun and dozing in the heat. Through half-closed eyes I saw Amanda, gorgeous in a floral print mini sundress, a white floppy hat and large dark sunglasses, put down her reader and take a few steps on to the grass. She placed her hands on her hips beneath her dress, placed her feet wide apart and let go. As she peed she looked idly down at the stream sparkling in the sunlight as it fell and splashed in a puddle between her bare feet. She returned to her chair and sat on her towel, arranging her dress clear of her scarlet tie-up bikini briefs, now wet between the legs. She picked up her reader again and settled down to dry off in the warmth of the afternoon.
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That evening we dined under the pergola in the garden. By the time we had finished eating the sun had set and the afterglow was fading from the cloudless sky but the sultry heat of the day persisted. The girls lit candles on the table whilst Peter, Jack and I carried the debris of the meal into the villa and loaded the dishwasher, returning with grappa, limoncello and water bottles.
We lingered for hours around the table, nobody was inclined to go indoors on such a warm night and the water bottles circulated freely. Jack told a hilarious story a story about an instructor at his flying school who was known to the students as Captain Bligh. We were all laughing and Amanda, who had been wriggling in her seat suddenly gasped "I need a wee!" She jumped to her feet and ran into the darkness, leaving a trail of droplets on the stones as she went. AS soon as she was out of sight the sound of pee splashing on to stone carried clearly in the still night. As she sat down again she expertly flicked the back of her sundress clear.
Eventually the party started to break up. Amanda yawned, wished us all good night and went inside. Peter and Angela went for a stroll in the night garden. Jack took Emily by the hand and led her into the house. "They'll be at it like bunnies in less than five minutes!" Valerie predicted.
She stood up and went to sit on my lap. "Oh no you don't" I exclaimed, standing up quickly. "I've been caught like that once too often and these are my last clean pair of shorts!"
"Spoilsport!" Valerie retorted with a pout. She stood still. I took her in my arms and sought to console her with a kiss, whilst slipping a hand under her pink miniskirt. "I'm doing a wee, you idiot!" she warned me, slightly too late.
When Valerie had stopped giggling and I had dried my hand on a tissue, she said "Come on, let's take a walk before we go to bed. There's something I have been meaning to show you."
She led me along one of the moonlit paths through the shrubbery. In the far distance, beyond the pool I could see Peter waiting whilst Angela stood still, legs apart. Eventually we emerged on to a small terraced area where the air was cool and moist. In front of us was a semicircular water feature cut into the hillside, with ferns growing out of cracks in the old stonework. At the centre, the bronze figure of a nymph held a pitcher from which water, fed from a natural spring, slowly trickled into the pond at her feet. The name 'Ondine' was barely discernible on the lichen-covered pedestal.
Valerie sat on a stone bench, taking care to lift her miniskirt clear of her wet knickers. "This was one of my favourite places when I was a young girl" she said as she gazed wistfully at the little statue. "I used to pretend that the nymph was real and had magical powers to make people happy." She gave me a tender smile. "Maybe she has." |
Chapter 1: A Saddist, a Cat, and Wetting!?
It was the last day of the school year and eighteen-year old high school second year Miia Nonaka was just finishing up cleaning duty for her class. As she emptied the dustpan and put the broom away, she found it hard to believe that in just a couple weeks she would be senior. Miia grabbed the trashcan and headed off for the dumpster outside. While walking past a couple of first year boys, she heard one of them say, “Did you see that really hot chick at the front entrance of the school?”
“The one with the long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes who looked really refined? Yeah, I saw her. And unfortunately, so did that delinquent Endo,” replied the second boy.
Miia stopped in her tracks. The girl they were describing sounded familiar. Without thinking, she walked over to the two boys and asked, “This girl you are talking about, was she wearing a necklace with a crescent moon on it?”
“As a matter of fact, she was,” answered the first boy.
“I think she left with Endo,” added the second boy. “I bet they’re probably behind the school. What a girl like that sees in a guy like him is beyond me.”
“Thanks for the tip,” said Miia as she took off down the hall at full speed, trashcan still in hand. She only hoped that the girl they were talking about was not who she thought it was.
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Just as the first-year student had guessed, Endo and the blonde girl were indeed behind the school. “I thought you said you saw Miia back here. Where is she?” asked the girl.
“I guess she must’ve already went home. But I’m available,” said Endo. His full name was Kenjiro Endo. He was a 6’3” and very muscular second year student. Kenjiro had the reputation for being the toughest delinquent in school. He was so tough that even the teachers were scared of him.
“Well then, I’ll just get going,” replied the girl. “Sorry to take up your time.” As she tried to walk away, Kenjiro grabbed her and slammed her into the wall.
“What’s the rush?” asked Kenjiro, an evil smile crossing his face. “Why don’t we get to know each other better?” Suddenly he felt something slam into his back. He spun around and saw a trashcan lying on the ground. Looking down at the trashcan, he screamed, “Whoever threw that is a dead man!” As he looked up, he saw a girl standing roughly twenty feet away. She was 5’4”, had long black hair tied up into a pony tail, and was wearing glasses with an open red frame. He recognized her as one of the girls who often assisted the disciplinary committee. He believed her name was Nonaka something or other. “Did you throw this at me?”
“Sure did,” said Miia. “Now let her go meathead.”
“What did you call me?!”
“I know you’re stupid, but you’re not deaf. Either you let her go or I will take her by force. Your choice.” Despite her tough sounding words, Miia was shaking on the inside.
“I don’t like hitting girls but you’re asking for it,” said Kenjiro as a vein began to bulge in his forehead.
“Bring it on sissy boy,” taunted Miia, seriously hoping that her self -defense training would be enough to take him down if he attacked her.
“YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!” he screamed as he charged her. Kenjiro threw the first punch. Miia easily sidestepped it. She then grabbed Kenjiro’s arm, and using Kenjiro’s momentum against him, flipped him over her shoulder before slamming him hard onto the ground. Before Kenjiro could react, Miia jumped on top of him and performed the iron octopus (a move where the attacker wraps their legs around their opponent’s neck while simultaneously wrenching one of the opponent’s arms backwards). Kenjiro screamed in pain, his left arm feeling like it could be dislocated any second. His screams were quickly cut off when Miia began squeezing her legs tight around his neck. At the rate things were going, Kenjiro would lose consciousness in less than a minute.
“I’ll let go if you admit defeat,” said Miia. Kenjiro didn’t respond, but Miia knew he was still conscious. “If you don’t submit soon, you’ll lose consciousness.”
“Screw you,” he gasped.
“Fine then, I’ll make this as quick as possible.” Miia began to squeeze tighter until Kenjiro lost consciousness seconds later. Once she was sure that Kenjiro was out cold, she released him and jumped to her feet. She ran over to the blond girl. “Lady Saya, are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” she answered as she looked over at the unconscious man lying on the ground, “although I think you went a little overboard.”
“I didn’t have a choice. As a servant to the Watanabe family, it is my duty to protect you,” stated Miia. For generations, the Nonaka family had served the Watanabe, a family with powerful connections in business and politics. Miia’s father was a live-in butler for the powerful family. From the time she was little, she had grown up with the knowledge that she too would one day serve the family. For the time being, she was for a lack of a better word, Saya Watanabe’s personal assistant.
Miia continued to stare as Saya, “What are you doing here anyways? You’re supposed to be back at the mansion. Does Boris-san even know you’re here?” The man to whom she was referring was Boris Ivanov, the forty-year old head of security for the Watanabe family. He had been working for the Watanabe family since the day Saya was born. Standing at 6’5”, he was an extremely muscular man trained in various forms of martial arts who could also bench press 300lbs without breaking a sweat. If his tall appearance and muscular frame weren’t intimidating enough, he also had a scar that ran down from above his right eye diagonally to his left cheek. Rumor around the mansion had it that he was a former assassin for the KGB. Of course, Miia didn’t believe this. To her, he was sort of like an uncle, although she would never say that out loud. In fact, he was the one who had trained her in self-defense.
“I got bored waiting at the mansion for you so I decided to come see what your school is like. Uncle Boris said it was alright as long as you are with me,” replied Saya. She then bowed her head down, her feet kicking at the dirt below her. “Are you mad at me?”
The truth about Saya was that she had never actually gone to school before. Saya had been born with an incredibly strange condition where the iris in her right eye could change from its normal blue color to a red or green color. What’s more, when her eye color changed, so too did her personality. Saya was the main personality. She was cheerful, optimistic, and despite being the same age as Miia, she was very childlike. The reason that she was childlike had nothing to do with her intelligence, in fact she was incredibly bright, rather it had to do with the fact that she was extremely naïve as a result of being sheltered her entire life. When her right eye turned green, a personality named Kana would take over. Kana was typically calm, cool, and collected. She was the most mature and intelligent out of Saya’s three personalities and often acted as the voice of reason. The third personality was named Mai, and she would appear when Saya’s right eye turned red. Out of all the personalities, Mai was the most unpredictable and also the most dangerous. Mai was foul-tempered, brash, and sadistic. She took extreme pleasure in humiliating those who got on her bad side. Miia was her usual target, even if she had done nothing to set Mai off.
While Saya was aware of the existence of the other two personalities, she would have no memory of their actions whenever she reverted back to normal. On the other hand, the other two personalities had access to all of Saya’s memories. In addition to her inability to remember the actions of the other personalities, Saya had very little control over when one of the other personalities would manifest itself nor did she have the power to stop them. Because the Mai personality was so dangerous, Saya had been confined to the mansion, never able to go out in public without an escort.
“I’m not mad,” replied Miia. “I just wish you would show a little more caution.” She then turned her attention to Kenjiro who was still lying unconscious on the ground. “What are we going to do about him?”
“I have an idea, but I’m going to need you to get me a couple things,” said Saya.
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As Kenjiro opened his eyes, he saw that someone was dangling something above his face. His vision was still too blurry to tell what it was. Instinct kicking in, he grabbed the person’s arm and tightly squeezed. “Owww, you’re hurting me,” squealed a female voice. As Kenjiro’s vision began to clear, he saw that the person dangling the object above him was the blond girl he had hit on earlier. In her hand was a wet cloth. “I was just checking the wet cloth I put on your head, so could you please let go?” Kenjiro did as the girl asked. Shifting his gaze, he saw that the girl who had knocked him out was standing just a couple feet away. The look on her face told him that she was ready to do it again if he tried anything.
“Why are you still here?” he muttered as he slowly sat up. The moment he did, he felt pain in his shoulder. Placing his hand on it, he felt something cold. Turning his head, he saw that a makeshift icepack had been tied to his shoulder. “Did you do this?” he asked turning his head towards the blond girl.
“No,” smiled Saya, “that was Miia’s doing.” She paused for a moment to straighten out the icepack. “You know, it’s not polite to attack girls.”
“Yeah, so what?” spat Kenjiro. “Just in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a delinquent. I do whatever I want when I want. You got a problem with that girly?”
“First off don’t call her girly,” said Miia as she walked closer to him. “Her name is Saya Watanabe and you should be thanking her since it was her idea that we help you in the first place.”
“Shut up bitch. I didn’t ask for your help,” retorted Kenjiro. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on the side of his cheek. Turning his face towards Saya, he saw that her hand was raised and the palm was slightly red.
“Don’t talk to girls like that. It’s extremely rude,” exclaimed Saya her cheeks puffed up in an angry expression. The look on her face was so cute that it made Kenjiro blush.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s alright,” said Saya as she moved closer towards him. “Earlier you said you were a delinquent who does whatever he wants when he wants. Why? Don’t you care that your actions might be hurting others?”
“Hell no,” answered Kenjiro. “Why should I care about anybody else when it’s obvious that they don’t give a damn about me? All my life, people have looked at me and called me a freak because of my size and the look of my eyes. They’ve told me that I would never amount to anything and that I would end up rotting in a jail cell just like my old man.” He paused for a moment, the rage welling up inside of him. “I decided long ago that if a monster is what they want, then it’s a monster they’ll get.” As he looked into Saya’s eyes, he could see a trace of sadness in them. “I DON’T NEED YOUR PITY!” screamed Kenjiro
“It’s not pity,” said Saya as she placed a hand on his face. “I can see it in your eyes. You don’t want to be like this do you?”
“Shut up,” he yelled as he slapped her hand away. “You don’t know a thing about me!” Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. “You don’t know what it’s like to be despised and hated over something that you can’t control.” Saya merely looked at him, the look in her eyes conveying a sense of understanding as though she too had experienced something similar. Then without warning, Saya wrapped her arms around Kenjiro and squeezed tightly. “What are you doing?” he screamed as he tried to push her off. “Let go of me!”
“You’re not a bad person,” whispered Saya.
“Shut up!” he screamed.
“You’re not a bad person,” she repeated, clenching him tighter.
“I don’t want to be like this,” admitted Kenjiro. By this time, tears were cascading down Kenjiro’s cheeks. “I want people to like me. I want to have real friends who care about me. I don’t want to be a monster.”
“Then man up and change,” shouted Miia. Kenjiro turned his head to see that Miia’s face was just inches from his. “It doesn’t do you any good to give up on yourself so easily. If you don’t want people to treat you like a monster, then prove to them that you’re a good person. You should give people a chance to see the real you because if I had to guess, he’s probably pretty great.”
“You think so?” sniffled Kenjiro as he wiped the tears away with his arm.
“Yeah,” agreed Saya as she pulled herself away from him. “Just be yourself and I’m sure you’ll find friends in no time. After all, you’ve already found two.” Kenjiro looked at Miia who nodded her head in agreement.
“We should probably get going,” said Miia as she looked at her watch.
“Ok,” replied Saya as she got to her feet. Taking one last look at Kenjiro, she said, “Try to stay out of trouble now.” As the two girls walked off, Kenjiro couldn’t help but think that these two girls were incredibly strange.
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Shortly after their encounter with Kenjiro, Miia retrieved her bag from the classroom and the two girls began the journey home. They were a couple blocks away from the school when Saya’s stomach began growling. “Do you want to stop somewhere on the way home?” asked Miia, having noticed the grumbling sounds. Saya nodded in embarrassment. “There’s a crepe stand not too far from here.”
“That sounds nice,” said Saya as she tried to conceal her excitement, “I’ve never been to a crepe stand before.” Miia shook her head and laughed. Saya’s childlike personality was always a breath of fresh air. They arrived at the crepe stand minutes later. Saya spent several minutes looking at the menu, “I think I want the chocolate banana crepe.”
“Alright,” replied Miia. “Why don’t you go find us a seat?” Once Saya was gone, Miia began to place her order. “One chocolate banana crepe and one strawberries and cream crepe.”
“Coming right up miss,” answered a female voice that sounded familiar. Miia looked up and saw that it was her classmate and close friend Akira Tendo.
“Akira, what are you doing here?” asked Miia.
“My mother owns this stand. She’s sick today so I’m filling in for her.”
Miia took out her wallet and began rifling through it. “How much do I owe you?”
“Don’t worry, it’s on the house. I owe you at least that much for the notes you lent me for the science test. Now go take a seat and I’ll bring these to you when I’m done,” replied Akira as she began pouring the batter. Miia nodded her head and walked over to the table that Saya was sitting at. As she looked around, she noticed for the first time that they were the only ones there. A few minutes later, Akira came over to them, two piping hot crepes in her hands. “Here you are,” she said as she handed the two girls their crepes. She then pulled out a chair and sat down. Akira stared at the blond girl. After several seconds, she asked “Hey Miia, who’s your cute friend?”
“My name is Saya Watanabe,” answered the blond girl for herself. As she stared at the crepe girl, she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.
Akira’s face lit up. “Wait a second, you’re Saya! Miia has told me so much about you. All good things rest assured.” Staring at the girl’s smile, Saya could tell that there was something about her that she didn’t like. The puzzled look on Saya’s face reminded Akira of something important. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you who I am. I’m Akira Tendo and I’ve been in the same class as Miia since the first year of middle school.”
“That’s odd,” said Saya her voice coming off as kind of cold.
“What’s odd?” asked a puzzled Akira.
“It’s just that Miia has never mentioned your name at home. Then again she never mentions anything about school.”
“I don’t talk to you about my school life because I don’t want to bore you,” replied Miia. In truth, Miia didn’t talk about her school life at home because she didn’t want to make Saya feel like she was missing out on anything.
“So, you don’t talk about me at home because you find me boring?” teased Akira.
“That’s not true,” said a flustered Miia as she bit into her crepe.
“I’m just teasing,” laughed Akira. “What you choose to talk about at home is your own business. By the way you have a little bit of whipped cream on the left side of your face.”
“Really?” asked Miia as she began reaching for the left side of her face.
“I’ve got it,” shouted Saya. Before Miia could stop her, Saya pressed her tongue to Miia’s cheek and licked the cream off. All the while, she had kept one eye on Akira.
“WHAT THE HELL!” screamed a blushing Miia as she jumped up from her seat, her hand placed against her cheek.
“Relax,” answered Saya. “I was just having a bit of fun. I mean we’re practically sisters after all.”
“Sisters?” echoed Akira, doing her best to hide her shock after witnessing the strange scene.
“Miia and I were raised together since we were infants so it only makes sense to think of ourselves as sisters.”
Akira thought about it for a moment, “Makes sense I guess.”
“By the way Tendo-san…”
Akira quickly interrupted Saya. “Please call me Akira.”
“Okay, Akira-san,” said Saya as she took a bite from her crepe. “You two seem to be very close for just a couple of classmates.”
“Of course we are,” agreed Akira. “Miia is my girlfriend after all.” The sudden declaration caused Saya to squeeze down on her crepe, causing chocolate to spew all over her hands and face.
“Saya, are you all right?” asked Miia as she handed her some napkins.
“Yeah, Akira-san just startled me a little is all,” answered Saya as she began wiping the chocolate from her hands and face. “I guess it makes since to call her your girlfriend since she is a girl who is a friend.”
“That’s not what I meant,” said Akira as she leaned in and gave Miia a quick kiss on the lips. “She and I are going out. I hope that’s not a problem.”
“Not at all,” smiled Saya. “Who Miia chooses to go out with is her own business. It just would’ve been nice to have a little warning.” Before she could say anything more, the group heard a customer over by the crepe stand call for service.
“Looks like it’s time to get back to work,” declared Akira as she stood up. “Well it was nice meeting you Saya-chan. I hope we can meet again real soon.”
“Likewise,” nodded Saya. She watched as the other girl went back to manning the crepe stand.
“Are you all right?” asked Miia, noticing a slight change in Saya’s mood.
“Just peachy,” responded Saya as she once again began eating her crepe. The two girls ate their crepes in awkward silence before beginning their walk home. The walk was equally as awkward with neither of them speaking a word on the way home. Even still, Miia was just happy that tomorrow was Saturday and that school was out for the next couple of weeks until the new school year started in April. Little did she know just what was awaiting her the next day.
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It was 9:00 a.m. when Miia’s alarm went off. She got out of bed, threw some clothes on and began making her way for Saya’s room. As she knocked on Saya’s door, Miia thought about how they had hardly uttered a word to each other since arriving home the previous afternoon. After knocking on the door a couple times, Miia entered the room. The room was empty which was unusual as Saya rarely woke up before Miia did as Saya was not much of a morning person. “I bet she’s eating breakfast,” said Miia to herself as she began making her way down the stairs and towards the dining room. Sure enough, Saya was already sitting at the dining room table which could easily sit twenty-two people. She was sitting at one of the ends of the table nibbling on a piece of toast, her bedhead hiding her eyes. Miia sat down next to her, a plate having already been prepared for her. As she looked around, she noticed that the mansion seemed sort of empty. “It’s never this quiet. Where is everybody?”
“Daddy had a business trip and he took the staff with him and mom’s still in Paris for that fashion show,” mumbled Saya, “It’s just you and me until tomorrow night.” Despite being incredibly rich, the Watanabe family only had a handful of trusted live-in staff as Saya’s parents found it vital to keep her condition a secret from the outside world.
“I see,” replied Miia as she poured herself a cup of tea. Saya’s mother and father were hardly ever home and when they were, they pretty much ignored Saya. It had been this way since Saya was old enough to talk. Part of it was because they were busy, but their main reason was that they did not know how to handle a daughter whose personality could change at the drop of a hat. While Saya had every right to be angry at the world, she instead chose to greet each day with a smile on her face. On the other hand, Miia’s mother had died from an illness when Miia was six years old and her father was always serving Saya’s parents so she didn’t get to see him much. Unlike Saya, Miia couldn’t help but feel a little bitter. In fact if it weren’t for Saya, Miia would have likely run away a long time ago. As Mia took a sip of tea, she couldn’t help but notice it’s strange taste. “Hey Saya, do you know who made the tea this morning? It tastes a little weird.”
“I made it,” said an aggressive female voice. As Miia slowly turned her head towards Saya, she saw that her left eye had turned red. “It’s my special blend.”
“Mai,” gasped Miia as she shot up from her chair and slowly backed away from the table. “You know you’re not welcome here. Revert back to Saya right now!”
“No can do,” replied Mai. “I haven’t been in control of this body since New Year’s Day and now that I am, it’s time we have some fun. Come on, let’s play.” Mai watched as Miia reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. “And just who do you think you’re calling?”
“I’m calling your dad so he can send someone over to deal with you.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“And why not?” retorted Miia as she prepared to dial the number.
“Because if you don’t do exactly as I say, I will call that Akira girl over here. I’m sure she’ll play with me in your stead. Of course when it comes to playing, I don’t know how to hold back.”
“Nice try, but as long as I have my phone in my hand, there is no way for you to contact her,” smiled Miia, feeling as though she had finally got one over on Mai.
“Oh really?” smirked Mai as she removed her own phone from her pocket. She proceeded to open the phone and pressed speed dial. Mai then showed the number to Miia. It was Akira’s.
“How the hell did you get that number?” gasped Miia.
“It wasn’t hard. I just snuck into your room while you were in the shower yesterday and copied the number to my phone. Now you have a choice to make. You can do what I say, or I will torment that girlfriend of yours.”
“Fine,” relented Miia, “I’ll do what you want, just promise that you’ll leave her alone.”
“You have my word,” promised Mai. “Now eat up, you’ll need your strength for what I have planned.” She watched as Miia sat back down and began eating breakfast. A wicked smile spread across Mai’s face. “Also, I want you to finish every last drop of tea, after all, I made it especially for you.” Miia did as she was told, knowing all the while that whatever Mai had planned was going to be trouble.
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It was a little after 10:00 a.m. when Miia came out of the bathroom. Shortly after eating breakfast, Mai had handed her a box containing an outfit that she was to change into immediately. The outfit came in two pieces. The top of the outfit was a white tube top that only covered the immediate areas on and around her breast. The top and bottom of the tube top was covered with white fur. The bottom of the outfit was a pair of white shorts that were so short and snug that they were practically underwear. For accessories, Miia had been forced to don a pair of cat ears, a tail, and a collar. While the tail and ears were certainly strange, the collar was the strangest of the accessories. The ends of the collar seemed to have magnetic ends because the moment the ends clasped together around her neck, she found that she couldn’t pull the collar off. As she waited for Mai at the bottom of the stairs, she couldn’t help but notice that the outfit fit her almost perfectly, as though it had been tailored specifically for her. Knowing Mai, that was a very real possibility.
“My, my, my,” called a voice from on top of the stairs. It was Mai. Mai had changed out of her pajamas and had tied up her hair in a ponytail. She was now wearing a black blouse and blood red skirt. As she walked down the stairs, she said, “It looks like that outfit I had made for you suits you quite well.” Once at the bottom of the stairs, she began circling around Miia. Then without warning, she grabbed hold of Miia’s ass and gave it a tight squeeze. “Well, that’s a shame.”
“What are you talking about?” squealed Miia as Mai continued to fondle her ass.
“It would seem that you gained a bit of weight back here. It’s probably all the sweets you’ve been sneaking.”
“I did not gain weight!” she screamed, her face red with embarrassment.
“It makes no difference,” smiled Mai as she bent down to get a better look at the fit of the shorts. “To tell you the truth, I think I like you a bit better with a little extra junk in the trunk.” She then proceeded to bite down on Miia’s ass.
“Stop!” she squealed as she felt Mai’s teeth press down on her skin through the fabric.
“Alright,” responded Mai as she backed off. She then walked in front of Miia and stared her down. “Now that our little foreplay is over, it’s time to get down to business. For your first task, I want you to clean the outdoor swimming pool.”
“But it’s the middle of March.”
“And you’re point?”
“It’s still too cold to be swimming outside, even if the pool is heated.”
“I know that.”
“Then why do you want me to clean it?”
“Because I always wanted to see you clean something while in a slutty cat getup,” smirked Mai. She then pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket. “Of course, I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do. I could always just call Akira over instead. Unfortunately, I don’t think I have anything that might fit her. I guess I could always have her wash the pool while naked.”
“I’ll do it,” relented Miia. “Just remember to keep your part of the deal.” She followed Mai to the outdoor pool where all the cleaning materials were already set up.
“Knock yourself out,” said Mai as she handed Miia a pool broom. She then walked over to one of the pool chairs and sat down. “Be sure to do a good job. I want to see my own reflection in every last tile.”
“Screw you,” muttered Miia under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” replied Miia as she lowered herself into the now empty pool and began scrubbing the floor. It would take her almost an hour to finish just half of the pool floor. As she hosed down the portion that she had just scrubbed, she felt a tingling sensation in her bladder. She did her best to ignore it, but within minutes that tingling sensation became a painful throbbing sensation. Miia looked behind her and saw that Mai was sitting just above the pool, her red eye glaring down at her as she sipped her drink. “Hey Mai, I need to use the bathroom. Can I take a quick break?”
Mai continued to glare down at her. “Oh come on now, it’s been an hour and you still haven’t finished scrubbing the pool. As your supervisor I can’t allow you to take a break until you’ve at least finished scrubbing the entire pool floor.”
“But I’m going to wet myself,” complained Miia as she began jumping from one foot to the other.
“That’s fine,” replied Mai, “the suit your wearing is waterproof.” An evil smile came over her face. “Of course if you wet yourself, you’ll have to scrub the pool floor again.”
“You’re evil!” cried Miia as she tried to hold it in.
“I know right,” laughed Mai. “Now you better get scrubbing before you have an accident.” Just as Miia was getting ready to say something back, a loud buzzing filled the air. It was Mai’s cell phone. “Who could possibly be calling me right now?” As she opened her phone and looked at the number, she saw that it was her dad. “DAMN IT!” she screamed. “That man never calls unless he wants something!” She took a few deep breaths to settle herself before answering the phone. “Hi Daddy, what can I do for you?” asked Mai in a spot-on impersonation of Saya. She went silent for a moment as the man on the other line told her what he wanted. “I see, I’ll email you the document from the computer in your study. I’ll call you when I pull it up. Bye.” As she hung up the phone, she screamed, “DROP DEAD YOU DAMN BASTARD!!!” Mai got up from her chair and looked down at Miia. “I have to go email a file to that bastard old man of mine. While I’m doing that, you are not to exit the pool. Try not to wet yourself while I’m gone.” With that, Mai turned her back to Miia and walked back into the mansion.
“Thank goodness, she’s gone,” said Miia to herself. By this time the desperation was so bad that she was having to use the broom for support. It took a few seconds for Miia to come to the decision that if she wanted to avoid wetting herself, she would need to disobey Mai’s orders. Moving quickly, Miia climbed up the pool’s steps and looked around. Mai was nowhere in sight. Miia figured that Mai would be gone for at least five minutes. That was more than enough time to void her bladder. The only problem was that she couldn’t go back inside the mansion. There were two reasons for this. The first was that her bare feet were wet which would make it easy for Mai to tell whether or not Miia had entered the mansion. The second reason was that Mai might run into her before she could get back to the pool area. As she thought about what to do, she noticed some small rose bushes that were just tall enough that she could squat behind them without being seen. While it was not the most ideal choice, it was better than the alternative.
Miia made a mad dash for the bushes, yanked down her shorts, and squatted down. She quickly raised her head above the bushes to make sure that Mai hadn’t come back, before ducking back down. Miia’s muscles relaxed a bit as she released a thick flow of urine into the grass and dirt beneath her. She watched as it pooled and foamed. “I didn’t think I had to go this much,” she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes. She soon lost track of time. By the time she was done, the ground was completely drenched with her piss.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” came a noise from above her. As Miia opened her eyes, she was shocked to see Mai standing on the other side of the rose bushes. Miia yanked her pants up and jumped to her feet. Mai glared at her, “You know, I was honestly thinking about giving you a bathroom break if you had been a good girl and done what I told you to. Unfortunately, you’ve violated my trust and now you have to be punished.” Miia watched in horror as Mai lifted her phone. “This is gonna hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you.” Mai then pressed the button. A buzzing sound filled the air but it wasn’t coming from Mai’s phone, rather it was coming from the collar around Miia’s neck. As Miia looked down at the collar, Mai pressed another button on her phone. A split second later, Miia was on the ground writhing in pain as a sudden jolt of electricity exited the collar and entered her body. It only lasted a few seconds, but those few second were more than enough to get Mai’s point across. Mai walked behind the bush and bent down in front of Miia. “I guess I was wrong because I didn’t feel a thing.”
“YOU BITCH!” screamed Miia as she lunged for the phone. Only Mai was a bit faster. Miia’s body convulsed once more as another jolt of electricity entered her body, this one a little bit stronger than the first.
“Bad kitty,” scolded Mai. She then lifted Miia’s chin. “Now you know the punishment for bad little kitty cats. If you don’t want another jolt of electricity, I suggest that you do as I say.”
“Yes ma’am,” gasped Miia as she slowly sat up.
“Good, now get back to work,” she ordered. Miia stumbled a couple of times before finally managing to get to her feet. As she made her way back to the pool, she found herself grateful for the fact that she had managed to empty her bladder.
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It was almost 2 p.m. when Miia finished scrubbing the entire pool. The electric shocks she had received earlier had been great motivators for her to finish the job quickly. As she got out of the empty pool, she felt another surge strike her bladder, this time much stronger than what she had experienced earlier. The pain was so bad that she fell to her knees. “This is impossible,” she said to herself as she doubled over in pain, her hands pressed tightly against her crotch. “I completely emptied my bladder and I haven’t drank anything since breakfast. There should be no reason that I have to go this bad.”
Miia heard laughing. As she looked up she saw that Mai was standing in front of her. “It looks like my special tea is finally starting to kick in.”
“What did you do to me?” cried Miia, the pain growing worse by the second.
“Don’t worry, you won’t die. I merely gave you tea spiked with a powerful diuretic. The first time you went, it was because of the amount of tea I forced you to drink. This time hurts more than before because the diuretic is forcing your kidneys to produce urine from fluid that your body doesn’t have to spare. Essentially, you’ll keep peeing until your body flushes the chemicals out or dehydrates itself. Whichever comes first.”
“I get it,” grunted Miia. “I did as you asked of me and cleaned the entire pool. Now can I go to the bathroom.”
“Not happening,” replied Mai. “You disobeyed my orders once, now you get to deal with the consequences. You’re going to stay in this spot until you wet yourself. Fair warning, I will shock you if you try to stand up or pull your pants down.”
“That’s fine by me,” said Miia as she got herself into a sitting position. “I’ll sit here, but I will not wet myself. I’ll prove to you that I can take your abuse.”
“Let’s see you try to hold out,” smirked Mai as she sat behind Miia. She then wrapped her arms around Miia. Mai placed one of her hands down Miia’s pants, while grabbing onto one of Miia’s breasts with the other.
Miia moaned as Mai began massaging her crotch and breast. “Is that the best you got?” taunted Miia as she struggled to keep her composure.
“I’m just getting started,” Mai whispered into Miia’s ear. Suddenly Mai began nibbling on Miia’s ear lobe. As she did this, she pressed down harder on Miia’s crotch and began squeezing Miia’s breast tighter. Miia moaned, but she refused to give in. A couple minutes passed without anything happening. “You really are a stubborn one, aren’t you? Can’t you see that your body is in pain? All you have to do to relieve it is just let it flow.”
“I won’t,” moaned Miia. “Purposely wetting oneself as an adult is both indecent and disgusting.”
“Is it really?” asked Mai in a seductive tone. “The only reason you find it disgusting is because you don’t know the true pleasures of it do you. Just imagine that warm wet feeling running down your crotch and legs as you bathe yourself in your own juices. Oh god, just thinking about it is starting to make me wet.” Miia felt Mai’s grip loosen.
“You’re a pig!” screamed Miia as she thrust the back of her elbow into Mai’s gut. Using all the strength she could muster, Miia sprung to her feet and made a dash for the house. She was mere feet from the door when a powerful electric current ripped through her body and brought her to her knees. Suddenly the ground beneath her felt wet. At first she thought that she had ripped up her knees, but as she looked down she saw that it was much worse. The once white shorts she was wearing were growing yellower with each passing second. Pressing down on her crotch in an effort to push back the flood, she rose to her feet in a last-ditch attempt to run inside the house.
“I don’t think so,” shouted Mai as she pressed the button again. Miia screamed as the shock hit her. Mai watched with satisfaction as the last shock finally caused the dam to burst. A golden downpour came spewing from beneath Miia’s shorts. Roughly ten seconds later, the poor girl collapsed into her own piss lake. Her face became a mixture of both embarrassment and relief. It took four minutes for Miia’s bladder to completely empty. By the time she was done, her piss lake had become a piss ocean. Mai walked up to her and taunted, “Do you feel better now?”
“Go to hell,” yelled Miia, tears of anger forming in the corners of her eyes.
The smile on Mai’s face turned to pure rage as she said, “It looks like you still need to be punished.” With that, Mai hiked up her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Suddenly a jet of piss gushed out of Mai’s crotch and slammed into Miia’s body. Within seconds, Miia’s front was almost completely covered in piss.
“Stop,” she gasped as she tried to keep it out of her mouth.
“Why should I?” taunted Mai. “You’re already drenched in piss anyway, so what does it matter if I spray you a little more?”
Something finally snapped in Miia. “I TOLD YOU TO STOP!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she lunged forward and buried her neck in Mai’s crotch
“LET GO!” yelled Mai.
“NO!”
“THEN TAKE THIS!” Mai pressed the shock button again. However, in her anger she failed to realize that she was peeing against Miia’s collar. Mai began to convulse as electricity moved from the collar, up through the urine stream, and finally into her body. The shock was enough to send her sprawling backwards. As she lay on her back, she could feel the remaining contents of her bladder pool beneath her. “She got me,” she muttered to herself. Mai could feel her vision getting blurrier. Before she knew it, Miia was standing over her, the collar in her hand.
“Tell me why you did this or I swear to god that I will put this collar around your neck.”
“You really don’t get it do you,” laughed Mai. “No matter what you do, no matter where you go, you will always belong to Saya. I was simply reminding you of your place as her property.” And with that, she passed out.
Less than a minute later, the blond girl opened her eyes, except this time her right eye was once again it’s normal blue color. She was Saya again. “Where am I and why am I covered in pee?” Her attention suddenly turned to Miia who was standing in front of her. Saya got to her feet and looked her friend over. “Miia, why are you wearing that slutty cat suit and why are you covered in pee as well?” As she reached out her hand, Miia slapped it away.
“Stay the hell away from me!” shrieked Miia, tears flooding her eyes. And with that she ran into the house leaving a still stunned Saya behind.
“What the hell did I do?” she asked herself as tears began pouring down her cheeks. Suddenly she felt lightheaded. Another possession was happening. She fell to her knees as another personality slowly began taking hold of her body.
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Miia was in the bathroom hosing herself down when she heard a knock on the door. Grabbing the wash bucket, she yelled, “Don’t you dare come in here!” Everything was silent for a moment. Then the door slowly opened as an eye became visible through the crack. It was green.
“Miia, it’s Kana. Can I please come in?” asked the green-eyed girl.
“Do what you want,” replied Miia, no longer having the strength to fight back. Miia watched as Kana entered the bathroom and shut the door. She was completely naked. “What do you want?”
“I came here to clean this body off,” replied Kana. “It wouldn’t be very good if Saya caught a cold from being drenched in urine.” Kana then grabbed the shower head and began washing off Saya’s body. When she was finished, she turned to Miia and asked, “Do you mind if I wash your back?”
“I don’t care,” muttered Miia as she turned around. Her body shivered a bit as she felt the soapy sponge hit her back.
“Miia, I want to apologize for Mai’s behavior. What she did was truly despicable, but you must not blame Saya for it.”
“Why shouldn’t I? Mai is a part of her so anything she does is on Saya’s behalf. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Sadly, I can’t. However, I will ask this. Have you ever stopped to consider why Mai tends to attack you in the first place?”
“Because she’s a total sadist who likes to see me suffer.”
“While it’s true that she is a sadist, your assessment of her is incorrect. Like me, she is trying to help Saya. Only we go about it in completely different ways.”
“What do you mean by help her? Is there something wrong with Saya that she isn’t telling me?”
“I’m sorry but that is something that I cannot tell you. All I can tell you is this. While Saya has a biological family, you are the only one she truly considers family. Now that I have said my piece, I must take my leave. Please enjoy your bath.”
Miia watched as Kana left the bathroom. “Family, huh?” said Miia to herself as she got into the bath.
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It was the middle of the night as Miia lied in bed. Her mind was still racing over the conversation she had with Kana. Suddenly she heard a knock at the door. She remained silent as the door slowly opened. Standing at the door was the blond girl. “Which one are you right now?” asked Miia as she got out of bed. Miia was wearing nothing but a pair of panties due to the fact that she tended to get night sweats when she wore shirts to bed.
“It’s Saya,” said the girl as she walked closer. Sure enough, both her eyes were blue. “I wanted to apologize for what happened. Kana left me a note detailing what Mai did to you while she had control of my body.”
“I’m sorry Saya, but I can’t forgive Mai or you.”
“Why not? I can understand why you don’t want to forgive Mai, but why won’t you forgive me?”
“Because you’re hiding something from me and whatever it is your hiding caused Mai to attack me.”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
“Quit lying!” shouted Miia. The room went deftly quiet. Suddenly a flash of lightning illuminated the room. Thunder shook the room a split second later. It was enough to cause Saya to lunge forward in fear. She wrapped her arms around Miia and buried her head in Miia’s breasts, her legs trembling to the point that the poor girl could barely stand. “It’s alright,” said Miia. “It was just a bit of thunder is all.” The room was silent for a few more seconds.
“I’m sorry,” mumbled Saya, her head still buried in Miia’s large breasts. “The reason Mai attacked you was because I was angry that you never tell me anything about school or your friends. We used to be so close and now it feels like we’re drifting apart. When I found out that you had a girlfriend, I got scared that she would take you away from me. Mai was only trying to scare you into staying away from Akira-san.” Saya looked up from Miia’s breasts, “Please forgive my selfishness.” Her gaze shifted back down again as she waited for Miia’s response.
“Idiot,” screamed Miia as she wrapped her arms around Saya and pulled her in tight. “Why didn’t you tell me what you were feeling sooner?” Saya didn’t even have to look up to know that her friend was crying, but still she looked into her friend’s tear stained face. “You’re my sister. You know that you can tell me anything.”
Saya buried her face once more into Miia’s breasts. “I was so lonely,” she sobbed.
Miia squeezed her tight. “I know and I promise that I won’t ever let you feel that way again.” As the thunder raged on outside, the two girls hopped into the same bed and fell asleep, just like they used to when they were children.
To be continued… |
Chapter 2: Let it Go, Just Not in Your Pants!!!
It was the first day of the new school year as Miia made her way to school. As she walked, she found herself struggling to stay awake. Saya had kept her up most of the night asking all sorts of things about what Miia’s school was like and about her school life. While Miia had kept her school life private from Saya since the first year of middle school, the incident with Mai roughly two weeks earlier was more than enough to convince her to be more open with Saya. The moment that the front gates of the school became visible on the horizon, she heard a loud grumbling. “Damn it,” she muttered as her cheeks became flushed, “I hope nobody heard that.”
“I heard it alright,” said a voice from behind her. As Miia spun around, she saw that it was disciplinary committee member and fellow third year Yui Tanaka. The two girls had been in the same class for the first two years of high school. “Did you forget to eat breakfast or something?”
“I didn’t forget to eat breakfast,” replied Miia as her stomach roared again. “I had trouble falling asleep last night and ended up sleeping through my alarm. Because of that, I had to skip breakfast just so I could get here on time.”
“It’s not good to skip meals,” lectured Yui as she reached into her school bag, pulled out an energy bar, and handed it to Miia.
“Thanks,” said Miia as she opened the wrapper and took a bite. They walked alone in silence for a minute or so, but Miia could tell that there was something on Yui’s mind. “Tanaka-san, is there something wrong? You look like you want to ask me something.”
“Actually, there is something that I want to ask you but I’m not sure how to ask it.”
“Jush say it,” said Miia with a mouthful of energy bar.
“Well, it’s just that I heard a rumor that a couple weeks ago you beat up Kenjiro Endo to the point that he was literally crying for mercy. Is that true?” questioned Yui. Her question caught Miia off guard because a second later, Miia was choking on a piece of the energy bar. Yui quickly got behind her and slammed her palm into Miia’s back with enough force to cause Miia to cough up what was lodged in her throat. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“Just fine,” panted Miia as she wiped a bit of drool from her mouth. “Where did you hear a rumor like that?”
“It’s all over the school newspaper’s blog. The number of views and replies it’s received are staggering. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t heard anything about it.”
“Of course I haven’t heard anything about it. I do not have time to waste on such nonsense.”
“So the rumors are false?” asked Yui. “You didn’t beat up Kenjiro Endo?”
Miia turned her head, “I did fight him, but I only did so to defend myself and another girl. I did not beat him so badly that he cried for mercy. I did knock him out though.” As Miia turned back towards Yui, she could see a look of excitement in her eyes.
“That’s amazing,” exclaimed Yui. “Rumor has it that no one has even taken on that delinquent and won. The fact that you did it must mean you’re pretty strong.”
“I wouldn’t say that I’m strong,” blushed Miia. “If my instincts hadn’t kicked in, I probably wouldn’t have been able to take him down. Honestly it was just dumb luck.”
“You’re way too modest,” chuckled Yui. Suddenly her face became serious. “I will say this though, please try to be careful. Kenjiro Endo does not seem like the kind of guy who would like rumors going around that he got beat up by a girl. If anything, he might try to come after you for a rematch.”
“I’m not too worried about that,” replied Miia. “I’m pretty sure he learned his lesson the last time, but if it makes you feel better, I will stay away from him.” Before the two girls knew it, they had entered the school grounds and were now standing in front of the board that said what class they would be assigned to. “It looks like we’re going to be in the same class this year.”
“That’s great,” agreed Yui as she began looking at the other names on the board. “Aww, it looks like Megumi is in another class this year.”
“Megumi?”
“Megumi Nakamura, you know, the girl who was the ace of the girl’s track team until her injury late last year.”
“Oh yeah, poor thing. It must be hard to have something you love stripped from you in a split second. I always see her now and again hanging out with an underclassman, I believe his name is Matsuda something.”
“You mean Kai?”
“So, you’re on a first name basis with him? Could it be that you two are going out? I mean you go watch his track practice from time to time,” teased Miia.
“Kai and I are just really good friends,” blushed Yui.
“But you want to be more than that right?”
“Shut up!” screamed a red-faced Yui.
“Relax, I was just messing with you,” laughed Miia.
“That’s not funny,” muttered Yui as she looked down at her watch. “Crap, I’m going to be late for the disciplinary committee meeting. I’ll see you later.” As she took off running, she yelled, “Please try to stay out of trouble.”
“I will,” Miia called back. As Miia looked at her own watch, she saw that it was still a bit early. “I guess I’ll go wait in the classroom,” she whispered to herself as she entered the building and made her way to the third floor. All the while she was unaware of just how chaotic things were about to get.
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It was a few minutes to eight when Miia’s classroom began filling up with students. Miia’s classmate and girlfriend Akira Tendo was fast asleep at one of the desks as she was not much of a morning person. The room was filled with students chatting about what they did over the short break and other things as well. Miia was surprised that Akira could sleep through this much noise. As she pondered waking her up, she heard the door slide open. The room went deafly silent. Miia slowly turned her head towards the door and saw the reason for the silence. It was Kenjiro Endo and he looked pissed. “Please don’t notice me,” she whispered to herself as she watched him scan the room. But luck was not on her side today.
“Hey Nonaka, I need to have a word with you,” he shouted. He had a look of rage in his eyes although this was nothing new. His eyes always looked like that. Even still it was enough to make Miia tremble a bit.
Remaining in her seat, she calmly stated, “Whatever you need to say to me, you can say it right here.” Of course, what Miia really meant was that she was not going anywhere with him without witnesses.
“Have it your way,” grumbled Kenjiro as he walked towards her, each step seeming to shake the ground beneath them. In a matter of seconds, he was towering above her. Miia flinched and closed her eyes as Kenjiro suddenly reached into the bag slung over his shoulder and began to pull something out. She only opened her eyes when she heard a small clack on the table. It was a white box with a sweet aroma coming from it. Miia looked up at Kenjiro, not quite sure what to make of it. “These are for you. It’s a box of pastries from that one place over by the train station. I didn’t know what you liked so I got the most popular ones.”
“Why?” asked Miia as she peeked inside the box. As she looked at the pastries inside the box, the silence of the room broke out into gasps and whispers. Turning her attention back towards Kenjiro, she saw that he was no longer standing there. Miia looked around the room but could not see him anywhere. However, she did spy Yui who was pointing her finger down towards the ground. Miia turned her head towards where Kenjiro had been standing just seconds earlier and looked down. Kenjiro was on his knees bowing down to the point that his head was just inches from the floor. “What the hell are you doing?” shrieked an extremely embarrassed Miia, her voice waking up Akira in the process.
Kenjiro raised his head. “I want to apologize for the way I acted towards you and that Saya girl. I deserved the beating you inflicted upon me. What bothers me is the fact that you two still showed me such kindness afterwards. Because of that, I have decided to devote myself to being your servant and bodyguard so that I can learn to amend my selfish ways.” The room erupted into loud whispers of disbelief.
Miia shot up out of her chair. “Please get up now before you create any more misunderstandings.”
“But…” before Kenjiro could finishe his sentence, the door opened once more and a woman came in. It was the teacher. She was 5’10” with long flowing brown hair. From the look of her, she had to be in her twenties. Miia thought that the woman could be a model. Out of the corner of Miia’s eye, she noticed that Akira had already taken out a textbook and was now hiding behind it, a look of terror etching its way across her face. Suddenly Kenjiro jumped to his feet and yelled out, “What the hell are you doing here you old hag?”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN OLD HAG?” screamed the woman as she picked up a chalkboard eraser and threw it at Kenjiro’s head with enough force to send him sprawling back. As he hit the ground, the woman began walking towards him, an aura of rage surrounding her as she cracked her knuckles.
“You can’t scare me,” said Kenjiro, his body trembling in fear. He began scooting backwards as the woman got closer and closer. “You’re a teacher. If you beat up a student, you’ll lose your job.”
“Actually, I was given specific instructions by the principal to use whatever means necessary to keep you in line. Do you know how embarrassing it is to find out that my little brother is the school’s biggest troublemaker? Honestly, I think you need to be taught a lesson in good behavior. I think it’s time for one of our little heart to hearts”
“I’m sorry sis. I promise I’ll behave,” begged Kenjiro.
“It’s too late for that,” said the woman as she raised her leg for a powerful kick. “Now repent!” And with that, the woman brought her leg down. Kenjiro closed his eyes and waited for the blow, but it didn’t come. As he opened his eyes, he saw that Miia was kneeling in front of him. Much to everybody’s shock, she had managed to catch the teacher’s foot with her hands just seconds before it could make impact with Kenjiro’s head. Miia released the teacher’s foot and watched as the woman jumped back. “Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Miia Nonaka. I’m sorry for grabbing your leg in such a way but it’s not right to beat your students, even if one of your students is your little brother.” Miia watched as the look of rage on the teacher’s face changed into tears. “What’s wrong sensei?”
Everyone watched as the woman removed a handkerchief from her skirt pocket and began wiping her eyes. “It’s just that I’m so happy that someone cares about my brother enough to defend him.” The teacher walked closer to Miia and firmly squeezed her shoulder. “I know that my brother is an idiot, but please watch over him.”
“Okay?” replied an extremely confused Miia.
“That’s great!” exclaimed the teacher. “I knew I could leave him in your care.” The teacher then walked to the front of the room and began greeting the class. “Welcome everyone. My name is Hana Endo, and I will be your homeroom teacher for this year. The first thing I am going to do today is to assign people seats. I have already taken the liberty of creating a seating chart. When I call your name, please move to the desk that I assign you.” Several minutes went by as Endo-sensei assigned students to their seats. Finally, she got down to the last four names on the list. “Yui Tanaka, you will sit at the window seat in the third row from the back. Miia Nonaka, you will be sitting in the second to last row in the seat closest to the window. Kenjiro Endo, you take the seat right next to hers. And last but not least, Akira Tendo, you will be taking the seat behind that idiot brother of mine.” Akira tensed up when she heard her name called. “Akira Tendo,” repeated Endo-sensei. “Why does that name sound so familiar? Any who, please take your seats.” The four did as they were told.
As Akira sat down, she raised her hand and said, “Endo-sensei, can I switch seats? I can’t see the board from behind Jiro’s back.” The moment she said it, she knew she messed up. Akira watched in horror as Endo-sensei walked down the aisle towards her. “Please don’t recognize me,” she whispered to herself as the teacher drew closer.
“Ah Aki-chan,” exclaimed Endo-sensei as she stood over Akira’s desk. “Long time no see. I don’t think I’ve seen you since you graduated elementary school. It’s nice to see that you’re finally wearing skirts now, although you still have that boyish haircut. When you were little you dressed and acted just like a boy. I was seriously worried that you would still be that way.” As the teacher said this, the class erupted into snickers of laughter. Akira bowed her head in embarrassment. “Also I wanted to thank you for being Kenjiro’s friend.”
“She’s not my friend,” retorted Kenjiro. His declaration silenced the entire room. “With friends like her, who needs enemies.” Suddenly Endo-sensei slapped Kenjiro hard across the face.
“You should not talk about your friends like that, especially since you don’t have that many because of your temper and those angry looking eyes of yours.”
“SHUT UP!!!” shouted Kenjiro as he jumped to his feet. “Don’t you think I already know that?” Just one look into her brother’s eyes, and Endo-sensei knew she had gone too far.
“I’m sorry Kenjiro…”
“Forget it,” he grumbled as he ran out the door. Without really thinking, Miia stood up and prepared to follow him, only to be grabbed by the teacher.
“Just let him be,” said Endo-sensei as she turned around and walked towards the front of the classroom. Miia sat back down. “Now that the seating arrangements have been made, I have one more announcement to make. A new student will be joining us today.” Everyone watched as Endo-sensei opened the sliding door at the front of the room and a blond-haired girl with blue eyes strolled right through.
“SAYA!” screamed Miia as she shot up from the chair.
“Miss Nonaka, please refrain from such outbursts in class,” lectured Endo-sensei.
“Sorry,” uttered Miia as she sat back down.
Endo-sensei returned her attention to the transfer student. “Please introduce yourself to the class.”
The blond girl stepped forward and began to speak. “Hello, my name is Saya Watanabe. Up until now I have been homeschooled so this is my first time attending regular school. It is a pleasure to meet all of you and I hope that we can become friends.” The room erupted in loud whispers over how cute and refined the new girl was.
“That’s enough,” shouted Endo-sensei as she tried to get her classroom back under control. “I left a seat in the back row for you next to the window. Please go take a seat.” But Saya did not move. “Is there something wrong?”
“Well, it’s just that I was hoping to sit beside Miia since we live together and she is the only person that I know here.” Again, the room erupted with chatter. Miia’s face went bright red. If she still had any chance of having a normal school year, it had just disappeared.
“BE QUIET!” yelled Endo-sensei. She then turned her attention towards Saya. “Normally I would say no, but considering the circumstances, I will make an exception. You can take the empty seat next to Miss Nonaka and I will have Kenjiro sit in the seat that I would have assigned you. Now go take your seat, I have a couple things I need to discuss with the class before the opening ceremony starts.” Saya walked over to the desk and took her seat.
“Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything,” whispered Saya before turning her attention towards the teacher. From that moment on, Miia’s school life was about to get a whole lot stranger.
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Endo-sensei released the class early so that they would have plenty of time to make it to the opening ceremony. Miia and Saya had stayed behind in the classroom so that Saya could explain the situation. Shortly after the incident with Mai, the Kana personality had met with Saya’s parents and proposed a deal. The deal was that Saya would get to attend a regular school so long as she was closely monitored by Miia. However, if Saya’s secret was made public, both she and Miia would be forced to be homeschooled for the year. “As we speak, Uncle Boris is in the chairman’s office right now finishing up the paperwork for my enrollment,” declared Saya.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” asked an extremely shocked Miia.
“Because I didn’t find out about it until yesterday,” answered Saya. “Also I didn’t want to say anything about it just in case my parents decided to change their minds at the last minute. Are you mad?”
“No,” replied Miia as she rubbed her temple with her fingers. “My school life just became a bit more complicated is all. Well, at least this way I can make sure you stay out of trouble.”
“Do you really think that you can keep me out of trouble?” asked an evil voice. Miia slowly looked into Saya’s eyes and saw that her right eye had turned red. The Mai personality was now in control. “School is so boring. I don’t even see the point of being here.”
“Return control back to Saya right now, or else I’ll…,”
“You’ll what?” taunted Mai. “We both know that you don’t have any power over me. I can create as much mischief as I want and you are completely powerless to stop me. Just thinking of all the stuff I could do to that Akira bitch is getting me all excited.” She paused for a moment and looked Miia over with a mischievous grin. “Of course, I could be persuaded to be a good girl if you make it worth my while.”
“Fine,” grumbled Miia. “I’ll do what you want. Just don’t hurt Akira or cause any problems for Saya.”
“That’s a good girl,” smirked Mai as she gently caressed Miia’s cheek. “For my first order, I want you to unbutton your shirt.”
“But…”
“Are you refusing an order?” asked Mai as she grabbed Miia’s chin and forced her to stare into her eyes. “You know what happens to bad girls who don’t listen, or do you need a reminder? Now are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl?”
“I’ll be a good girl,” answered Miia. Mai immediately let go of her face. Miia then began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a frilly white bra. Her face was beet-red. “Happy now?”
“Not yet,” smiled Mai as she reached into Saya’s bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Turn around and place your hands behind your back.” Miia did as she was told. She shivered as the cold steel of the handcuffs tightened around her wrists. Miia turned towards Mai and watched as she placed the key on one of the desks. Without warning, Mai tackled her to the floor and sat on top of her.
“What’s the meaning of this?” asked Miia, not really wanting to know the answer.
“It’s time to have a little fun,” responded Mai. Suddenly she grabbed hold of Miia’s breasts and began groping them. “I’m seriously impressed with your breasts. I mean they seem to get bigger almost every time I see them. You have to tell me what your secret is.”
“Please stop,” moaned Miia.
“Why should I?” taunted Mai. Mai then grabbed hold of Miia’s bra and yanked it up, exposing Miia’s breasts. Miia’s body shuddered as Mai began moving her fingers along her bare breasts. Mai had done a lot of awful things to her in the past, but never had Miia felt so scared as she did now. Miia could feel Mai’s fingers rest along the area near her nipple. “What does this button do?” smirked Mai as she pressed one of her fingers onto Miia’s right nipple. Miia moaned in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
“No more,” she begged as Mai removed her finger from her nipple.
“Your moans are so sexy. I want to hear more,” laughed Mai as she began rubbing the nipple between her fingers. Miia did her best to suppress her moans, but it only made Mai more persistent. “If you continue to resist, then I guess I have no choice but to try harder.” Mai then released Miia’s nipple, leaned down, and wrapped her mouth around it. The feeling of Mai’s tongue running along her nipple was too much for Miia to bare. A loud moan escaped her mouth, followed by another, and then another.
“That should be more than enough,” panted Miia as Mai continued to play with her breasts. “If you don’t stop, I’ll scream.”
“Go ahead,” chuckled Mai as she removed her mouth from Miia’s breast. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, Mai pressed her mouth against Miia’s. Miia could feel Mai’s tongue in her mouth. She began to struggle, but soon found that the more she struggled, the more playful Mai’s tongue got. A few seconds later, Mai came up for air. “Ready for round two?”
Miia merely turned her head to the side, “Do whatever you want, I don’t care anymore.” Fighting back was futile as it only made things worse for her. She felt Mai’s fingers under her chin as her head was slowly turned back towards Mai.
“Don’t be like that. It’s not as fun if you don’t resist a little,” said Mai. Miia remained silent. Mai then placed one of her fingers on Miia’s lower lip and pulled down. “Remain silent all you want, but by the time I’m done I’ll have you begging me to do more.” Mai then leaned down and kissed Miia again, although this time it was much gentler. Mai was so enthralled in what she was doing that she didn’t hear one of the classroom doors slide open and shut.
“HEY BITCH!” screamed a voice behind her. “Leave my girlfriend alone.” Mai turned around and saw that it was Akira.
“Calm down,” responded Mai as she got off of Miia. “She and I were just having a bit of fun is all.”
“That’s not how it looks to me,” said Akira as she got closer to the two girls. “Tell me Saya, why did you force yourself on her?”
Mai walked towards Akira. “I didn’t force myself on her. She let me do it of her own freewill, but if you want me to stop, then I will. Miia and I can finish up what we started when we’re at home later tonight.” Suddenly Akira’s fist smashed into the side of Mai’s face with enough force to send her crashing into the desks. Mai got to her knees and wiped her mouth. As she did, she noticed that there was blood on her hand.
Before anything more could be said, one of the doors to the classroom swung open. It was Kenjiro. He had been walking past the classroom when he heard the sound of desks falling and had come to investigate. He was shocked by what he saw. Miia was handcuffed on the floor with her shirt open and her breasts exposed. Turning his head, he saw that Saya was next to some overturned desks and chairs. The right side of her mouth was bleeding. Standing a few feet away from her was Akira. One of her fists was clenched and slightly bloody. “What in the world is going on here?”
Seeing her chance, Mai quickly covered her face with her hands and began sobbing. “Oh, Kenjiro it’s terrible just terrible. I walked in on Akira-san assaulting Miia and when I tried to stop her, she viciously attacked me too. Please help me. I’m so scared.”
“She’s lying,” spat Akira as she backed away from Mai. “I may have hit her but it was only because she was attacking Miia.”
“EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!” yelled Kenjiro as he walked towards them. The girls remained silent as Kenjiro took off his uniform jacket and draped it over Miia, all the while doing his best to avoid looking at her exposed chest. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw the handcuff key on one of the desks. He quickly grabbed it and unlocked Miia’s handcuffs. “Are you all right?” Miia nodded, although it was obvious that she was still shaken up. Kenjiro then turned his attention to Saya. Within seconds he was standing over her. “I don’t know what your deal is but it needs to stop.”
“What are you talking about?” sobbed Mai, her hands never once leaving her face.
“I’ve known Akira since we were kids. She can be foul tempered and at times violent, but she would never hurt somebody out of malice. I think you’re the one who’s not telling the truth.”
“Tsk,” grumbled Mai as she removed her hands from her face, revealing her red eye. “I guess you’re smarter than you look.”
“Who the hell are you?” asked Kenjiro as he backed out of her reach. “The Saya I met the other day wouldn’t do something like this. She was a kind soul who didn’t seem like she could hurt a fly. You on the other hand look like some sort of demon. I command you to leave Saya’s body at once.”
“You dare give me orders,” shouted Mai. Suddenly she clasped a hand to her eye and began screaming in pain. “Not now, there is still more that I have to do.” Then the room went quiet as the girl’s head fell forward. “Kenjiro,” called a weak voice. “I’m scared. Please help me.”
“Saya is that you?” asked Kenjiro as he walked over to her and bent down. He was too preoccupied with trying to get a look at her face that he didn’t notice that she was reaching for something beneath her skirt.
“GET AWAY FROM HER!” screamed Miia, but it was too late. Miia watched in horror as Mai pulled out a metal object and pressed a button. Mai then jammed it into Kenjiro’s gut. His body spasmed a bit before falling to the side. “What did you do to him?”
“I just gave him a little shock is all,” answered Mai as she stood up and unfurled the object. It was a steel baton with a ball tip that could deliver a taser-like shock. Both Miia and Saya had been required to carry one with them at all times whenever they left the house as being connected to the Watanabe family made them targets for potential abduction. No one had anticipated just how big a mistake that would be. Mai next turned her attention towards Akira. “Now then, I think’s it time I pay you back for hitting me in the face.” She rushed forward and took a swing at Akira, but Akira dodged it with ease.
“Is that the best you can do?” taunted Akira as she dodged a second strike. She then side-stepped a third strike only to trip backwards on a chair. As she got to her knees, she saw Mai standing right above her, the baton raised high up in the air. Akira closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.
“Brace yourself, this is going to hurt a lot,” smiled Mai as she brought the baton down. A horrible crunching sound filled the room as steel collided with bone. Strangely enough, Akira didn’t feel any pain. As she opened her eyes, she realized the reason why. In the time that she had closed her eyes, Miia had jumped in front of her and blocked the blow with her hand and wrist. Both Akira and Mai watched as blood began running down Miia’s hand. “Why did you get in the way?” shrieked Mai as she backed away. A look of fear was spread across her face.
“If I hadn’t done it, you would have probably killed her,” replied Miia as she stood up, her right wrist having gone limp. She walked over and threw her arms around Mai.
“Get off of me!” screamed Mai as she struggled to break free.
“Saya, it’s time to come back now,” whispered Miia. Several seconds passed before Mai stopped struggling. Miia took a couple steps back and looked into the blond girl’s eyes. They were both blue again. “Thank god you’re back.”
“What happened?” questioned Saya as she looked around. Several of the desks and chairs had been turned over and Kenjiro was lying unconscious on the ground. As she turned her gaze towards Miia, she saw that Miia’s right hand was bruised and bloody. “Oh my god! Who did that to you?” Nobody answered. It took Saya a few more seconds to realize that she was holding something in her hand. Looking down, she saw that it was a baton. She knew in an instant that whatever had happened had been her fault.
Almost as if Miia could read Saya’s mind, she uttered the words, “It’s not your fault.” Both Saya and Akira watched in shock as Miia collapsed from the pain. Saya fell to her knees and began screaming hysterically, tears running down her face.
Minutes later, Endo-sensei burst through the door. When the group had not shown up at the opening ceremony, she had gone looking for them. As she looked at the scene, she grabbed her cell phone and called a number from her speed dial. “Hey Boris, it’s Hana. We have a code red. Miia was injured. Please get to classroom 3B immediately. I’ll take care of the clean-up.”
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Moments later, Boris arrived in the classroom. By that time Akira and Endo-sensei had cleaned up the classroom so that no one could tell a fight had taken place. While that had been going on, the Kana personality had taken over and had escorted Miia to the nurse’s office. The only thing left to take care of was the unconscious Kenjiro who was too big for the two girls to move. Boris walked over and picked up Kenjiro as though the boy were a damsel in distress. The group then made their way to the nurse’s office where Miia’s wrist was being examined by the school nurse. “How is Miia?” asked Borris as he set Kenjiro down in one of the empty beds.
“From the looks of it, I think she may have a fractured wrist but she would need to be x-rayed for us to know for sure. I suggest taking her to a hospital immediately,” answered the nurse.
“Will do,” said Endo-sensei. “Now would you mind leaving the room for a bit, there is an important matter that must be discussed.”
“But what about the boy?” asked the nurse.
“He’ll be fine. He’s taken a lot worse than that. Now go.” Endo-sensei watched as the nurse left. As soon as she was gone, Endo-sensei walked over to the sink, filled up a cup of water, and splashed Kenjiro’s face.
Kenjiro bolted straight up. “Where am I?”
“You’re in the nurse’s office,” replied Akira. She then turned her attention to their teacher. “Now can someone please explain what’s going on?”
“I believe that would be my job,” said Kana. And so, the girl explained about who Saya was and the different personalities that appeared when her eye changed color.
“So the girl who attacked Miia was the Mai personality?” asked Akira.
“Yes. And it is important to note that Saya has no control over what Mai does nor does she remember Mai’s actions after the fact,” stated Kana
“That’s freaky,” declared Kenjiro. “But now everything makes sense.”
“Not everything,” replied Miia. “For instance, I want to know how Boris and Endo-sensei know each other.”
“I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” said Endo-sensei. “The truth is that I was hired by the Watanabe family to serve as their eyes and ears while Saya attended school. I was given specific instruction to report any incidents to Boris.”
“So does that mean that Saya and I will be removed from the school?”
“No. As you did not have adequate warning, Boris and I have decided that we will keep this incident under wraps so that you two can continue attending this school. However, if something like this happens again, both of you will be removed from the school. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” answered Miia.
“That’s good,” said Boris. “Now let’s go to hospital.”
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Later that night, Miia was in her room getting ready for bed. Her right wrist was fractured and the three fingers between her thumb and pinky were broken. As Miia was trying to unhook her bra, she found it extremely difficult to do with only one hand. Suddenly she heard the door behind her open. “Can I come in?” asked Saya as she peeked her head through the door.
“As long as you’re you and not Mai, then sure.”
Saya entered the room. It didn’t take her long to notice Miia struggling with the bra. “Here, let me help,” said Saya as she got behind Miia and unhooked the bra.
“Thanks,” said Miia as she sat down on the bed. “This sucks,” she said as she looked down at her hand. “I guess I’ll have to have Akira take notes for me until my hand heals.”
“Or I could do it,” volunteered Saya. “I could also help you with anything you need. Just ask and I’ll do it.”
“Look, you don’t have to go out of your way for me.”
“Yes, I do,” cried Saya as she knelt down and gently ran her fingers along Miia’s bandaged hand. “This is my fault. If I were better able to control the other two personalities this never would have happened.” Tears were running down her cheeks. “It’s all my fault. Please punish me.”
“Fine,” muttered Miia. Saya closed her eyes and waited for her punishment. A split second later, she felt something flick her forehead. As she opened her eyes, she saw Miia pulling her good hand away. “There, that is your punishment.”
“That’s not good enough!” sobbed Saya. “The things I must have done to you while under Mai’s control are unforgivable. You need to punish….”
“IDIOT!” interrupted Miia. Saya flinched as Miia placed her good hand on her face and wiped away some of the tears. “I already told you it wasn’t your fault. But if you really want a punishment, then I order you to help me with whatever I can’t do because of my broken hand.”
“You have a deal,” smiled Saya as she wiped away her remaining tears. As Saya left the room, she thought about all the apologies she would have to make the next day.
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It was just before first period on the second day of school, and Akira was waiting on the roof of the school for Saya. Akira had received a text earlier that morning to meet her here before the first bell rang. She was just getting ready to leave when the door to the roof opened. Akira got the shock of her life when she realized that the girl standing before her was not Saya, but Mai. “What do you want?” snapped Akira as she got into a fighting stance.
“Calm down,” said Mai. “If I were here to fight you, you would already be on the ground.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I’m here to make peace,” answered Mai. The look on Akira’s face told Mai that she didn’t believe her. “Look, what I did was wrong. I shouldn’t have done that stuff to Miia and I shouldn’t have attacked you or Kenjiro. It’s just that I got angry at the thought that my darling Miia was being taken away from me and I lost control. It will not happen again.” Mai then reached into her school bag and pulled out a thermos. “Please take this as a peace offering.”
“Why should I take anything you say at face value?” asked Akira. “The Kana personality told me all about what kind of person you are and the things you do. How do I know that you’re not trying to poison me or something?”
“Fine,” grunted Mai as she unscrewed the cap and took a big drink from the thermos. “Happy now?”
Akira looked at her, not quite sure what to make of this girl. She finally decided that there was no way that Mai would be crazy enough to poison herself just so that she could her to ingest poison as well. Akira grabbed the thermos from Mai and took a big swig. It tasted kind of funny. “What is this?”
“It’s my own special blend,” smiled Mai. “Make sure you drink it all.”
“Okay?” replied a confused Akira as she took the thermos and began making her way back to class.
The moment she was gone, Mai burst out into laughter. “She really is a tricky one. No matter, everything is still going according to plan.” Suddenly Mai felt a shooting pain in her right eye. Reaching into her skirt pocket, she opened up a pocket mirror and looked into it. Her right eye was now a mixture of green and red.
“Just what are you up to now?” asked the face in the mirror.
“It’s none of your business Kana so just butt out.”
“I’m going to take a wild guess that you spiked that girl’s tea with something didn’t you.”
“Ding ding we have a winner,” laughed Mai. “I spiked it with a toned-down version of the diuretic that I gave Miia a couple weeks back.”
“Why would you do such a thing? You know that your actions will only anger Miia.”
“So what if it does? That Akira girl needs to learn to stay away. Miia belongs to Saya. In time Miia will come to accept this.”
“What you’re doing is wrong? I get that you’re trying to help Saya but there must be another way.”
“You don’t seem to get it. There is no other way. If we leave that Akira girl unchecked, she will eventually take Miia away and Saya will be all alone again. Tell me I’m wrong for thinking this.”
“I can’t,” replied Kana. “Akira is indeed a dangerous element, but we cannot do her harm without risking losing Miia in the process. Instead we must push Saya and Miia closer together so that she forgets about Akira.”
“So that was your plan in getting her enrolled in this school,” said Mai. “I knew something was fishy from the very beginning but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. Honestly Kana, I’m starting to think that you’re more dangerous than me.”
“How so?”
“With me, what you see is what you get. I don’t try to hide what I am. You on the other hand prefer to hide in the background while controlling the strings of your unsuspecting puppets. In some ways, what you end up doing to people is far worse than what I do.” As Mai looked into the mirror, she saw that the red portion of the eye was receding. “Well it looks like my time is up. I hope we get to chat again real soon.” And with that she disappeared, leaving Kana in control of Saya’s body.
“You’re right,” said Kana as she closed the pocket mirror. “I don’t care about what I have to do or who I have to hurt in order to accomplish my goal. So long as Miia and Saya can live happily together, then nothing else matters.” Kana’s train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of the first bell. “Let’s just hope that my plan works out without any more interruptions.”
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First period ended without incident. During the short break, Miia used the time to escort Saya to the restroom as Saya had not learned where everything was yet. As Saya entered one of the stalls, she found it empty except for a small porcelain object attached to the floor. Saya peeked her head out of the stall and motioned for Miia to come in. Miia did as Saya asked. “I thought you said that this was the bathroom but I don’t see a toilet, just this weird looking thing on the floor.”
“That is a squat toilet,” replied Miia, “what you were thinking of was a western style toilet.” Miia couldn’t help but laugh. Saya had spent almost her entire life in her mansion and always had the best things that luxury had to offer, so it wasn’t surprising that she didn’t know what a squat toilet was.
“Well are there any western style toilets?” asked Saya as she looked down at the squat toilet.
“Afraid not,” answered Miia. “This building is over fifty years old and the toilets have not yet been updated to western style facilites. If you have a problem with it, you can always take it up with the chairman of the school.”
“I think I’ll do that right now,” responded Saya as she prepared to exit the stall.
“Hold up,” said Miia as she grabbed Saya’s arm. “I was only kidding.”
“That’s not funny,” fumed Saya as she puffed her cheeks up. She then returned her attention to the squat toilet. “So how do you use one of these things anyways?” Before Miia could answer, there was a knock on the door.
“Miia, Saya, it that you?” It was Akira’s voice. As they opened the door, they saw that she was hopping from one foot to the other. “Are you almost done in there? I really need to go.”
“Why don’t you use one of the other open ones?” asked Saya.
“Because they look like they haven’t been cleaned yet. There really disgusting. Do you mind if I use this one?”
“Sure thing,” replied Miia. “While you’re at it you can also demonstrate for Saya how to use one of these.
“She doesn’t know how to use one of these?”
“No, she’s lived a really sheltered life. Now will you help her or not?”
“Why not,” said Akira as she switched places with Miia before closing the door. Akira stood over the squat toilet. “The first thing you’re going to want to do is hike up your skirt a bit and pull down your underwear. Then you’re going to squat down like so.” Saya watched as Akira hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and squatted down. “Before you start going, make sure you’re holding your skirt and underwear away from your stream. Once you do that, just let it flow.” Saya stared as a golden stream came out from between Akira’s legs and landed in the water below her. Akira’s stream only lasted about a minute or so. When she was done, she wiped off the last few drops, stood up, and readjusted her clothes. “Any questions?”
“I’m good.”
“Then it’s all yours,” smiled Akira as she exited the stall and shut the door behind her. “You two better hurry up though, class is going to start in a few minutes.” Akira then left the bathroom.
“Hey Saya, I’ll wait for you outside the bathroom.”
“Okay,” shouted Saya as she hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties. She then tried to squat down like Akira had done, only she lost her footing and almost fell into the squat toilet. As she regained a squatting posture, she grabbed her panties and pulled them out of the way. Saya squatted above the toilet for a couple minutes but nothing happened. She found such a method of relieving herself as inefficient compared to simply sitting down and doing it. After a third minute passed without anything happening, she decided to give up. She stood up, readjusted her clothes, and exited the bathroom.
“Did you go?” asked Miia as Saya exited the bathroom.
“Sure did,” lied Saya. She figured that she could at least hold it in until after school. What she didn’t know was that the diuretic from the tea that Mai had made was already starting to take effect.
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Saya made it through periods two and three just fine, but period four was where the true hell began. For fourth period, class 3B had P.E. By the time P.E. started, Saya was already beginning to squirm. What was worse was that the girls were ordered to run three laps around the track field. As Saya ran, she could feel the contents of her bladder sloshing up and down and from side to side. She winced as each step she ran brought a renewed sense of pain. After running laps, the girls were forced to do sit ups. The constant pressure of her upper body pressing down against her bladder accompanied by the short relief of her body leaning back again, was absolute hell. By the time P.E. was over, Saya was almost in tears.
The next period was lunch. As Saya stumbled for the bathroom, she soon found every stall in each of the girl’s bathrooms in the school were being occupied. After several minutes waiting for a stall to open up, she decided to head back to her classroom to eat lunch with Miia. The lunch hour dragged on and the pain grew worse and worse until Saya couldn’t take it anymore. Just as lunch was about to end, Saya ran out of the classroom like a bat out of hell and towards the nearest girl’s restroom. Miia followed close behind.
As Miia entered the bathroom, she found Saya sitting on the floor just inches away from an open stall. “What’s wrong?” asked Miia as she knelt down beside her friend. Saya remained silent as she held her hands tightly to her crotch. Realizing what was going on, Miia grabbed Saya’s shirt and lifted it up a little bit. Sure enough, Saya’s bladder was bulging. “I’m going to take a wild guess and assume that you didn’t go before second period started. Saya nodded her head. “Saya, it’s not good for your health to hold it in. Come on and stand up. We need to get you to the toilet right now.”
“I can’t,” whispered Saya.
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“If I get up I think I might wet myself,” cried Saya. It was taking all her will power to hold back the roaring flood just behind her bladder. She knew that she had minutes at most before she would spring a leak.
“Well you can’t sit here until it happens,” said Miia as she used her good hand to help hoist Saya to her feet. “Now let’s take it one step at a time.” Miia slowly helped Saya reach the stall.
Saya was standing directly over the squat toilet when she felt the first drops leak through. Before she knew it, a downpour of urine came down into her panties. Her panties filled up in a matter of seconds and with it came a waterfall. Miia watched as some of it landed in the toilet while most of it just ran down Saya’s legs and into her shoes. Saya pressed down on her crotch as hard as she could and after a short time managed to hold back the floodwaters. Hot tears were streaming down her face as she looked down at her soiled skirt and the sides of the toilet and floor below her which were now covered with piss. As Miia looked at Saya, she was reminded of all the times Saya had accidentally wet herself when they were little. There had been very little that Miia could do about it back then, but there was something she could do about it now. Without hesitation, Miia grabbed Saya’s wet skirt with her good hand and yanked both it and Saya’s drenched panties down Saya’s legs. “What are you doing?” screamed Saya as she took a couple steps back from the toilet.
“I’m trying to help. You can’t stay in those wet clothes and right now there just getting in the way. Take them off now.” Saya did as she was told. Her bottom half was now bare. “Now come over here and squat down over the toilet.”
“I can’t,” whined Saya. “I’m afraid I’ll fall in.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right here to catch you before that happens,” replied Miia as she squatted down in front of the toilet and extended her good hand to help Saya.
“Okay,” agreed Saya as she slowly squatted down. And just as she predicted, Saya lost her balance and began to fall backwards. However, Miia quickly grabbed her with both hands and pulled her in tight. Miia winced as a jolt of pain ran up through her broken fingers into her fractured wrist, but she did not let go.
“Feel free to hold on to my shoulders if you need to.”
“Alright,” replied Saya as she threw her arms on Miia’s shoulders. “What now?”
“Just go.”
“But you might get wet.”
“That’s not a big deal, what’s more important is that your bladder doesn’t explode. I can’t hold this position forever, so please just go.”
“Okay,” whispered Saya. She closed her eyes and seconds later, the remaining floodwaters burst through the floodgates and crashed down into the toilet below. It was coming out at such a high rate of speed that it was spraying droplets forwards. Miia shuddered a bit as she felt a couple of droplets hit the front of her legs, but she still held on to Saya. Saya’s stream would last about four minutes and by the time she was done, she had almost filled up the squat toilet. As the two girls slowly stood up, Saya asked, “What do we do now? I can’t go back to class with my clothes soaked in pee.”
“Don’t worry,” said Miia as she pulled out her phone from her skirt. “I have a plan.”
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Fifth period had just started. It was Japanese literature and Endo-sensei was in charge of teaching it. Just as class was about to being, Endo-sensei asked, “Has anybody seen Watanabe and Nonaka?”
“I think that Saya went to see the nurse and Miia went with her,” lied Akira. In truth she had no idea where those two had run off to, but at least this way the two had a cover story for when they got back.
“Well I hope she’s okay,” responded Endo-sensei. She then began teaching the first lesson.
“Nice one,” whispered Kenjiro who was now sitting near the in the window seat next to Akira. Suddenly a low rumbling noise came from his stomach.
“What the hell was that?” Akira whispered back.
“My stomach’s been upset since lunch. I think it might have been those cookies that Saya’s Mai personality gave to me as an apology for yesterday.” As Kenjiro looked at Akira, he noticed she was squirming a bit. “Is everything okay? You look like you need to go to the bathroom again even though you just went less than thirty minutes ago.”
“I’m beginning to think that Mai might have spiked the gifts she gave us. If I had to guess, the cookies were probably spiked with some sort of laxative while the tea she gave me was spiked with some sort of diuretic.”
“That bitch,” said Kenjiro, except this time he forgot to keep his voice down so the whole class heard it.
Endo-sensei turned around and looked at Kenjiro. “While I don’t agree with your use of language, you are right in calling this character a bitch. I am assuming that you were talking about the passage we’re reading, weren’t you?”
“Of course,” lied Kenjiro. “What else would I possibly be talking about.”
“Well please try to keep your interruptions to a minimum.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Nice one,” whispered Akira. Before Kenjiro could comment, Akira’s phone buzzed. She quickly took it out of her pocket and flipped it open. There was an email from Miia.
“What does it say?” asked a curious Kenjiro
“It just says that she and Saya need help and to call her as quickly as possible. Of course to do that, we’ll need to get out of class.”
“I’ll take care of that,” said Kenjiro. He then stood up from his seat and held a hand to his stomach. “Hey sis, my stomach’s hurting really bad. Can I go to the nurse’s office?”
Endo-sensei spun around and yelled, “How stupid do you think I am? Knowing you, you’ll probably play hooky or something. Now sit down, shut up, and pay attention.”
Kenjiro sat back down and whispered, “Sorry.”
“Hey Jiro, do you think you could stand up again,” asked Akira in a low whisper.
“I guess so,” he replied as he got to his feet.
“Sorry about this,” whispered Akira. Before he could ask what she meant by that, Akira slammed the back of her elbow into Kenjiro’s groin. He moaned in pain as he fell to his knees. The moment Endo-sensei spun around to see what was going on, Akira quickly got out of her seat, knelt down next to him and loudly asked, “Jiro are you okay?”
“Do I look okay?” he harshly whispered.
“I didn’t have a choice. Just play along.”
“Oh God, it hurts,” whined Kenjiro, the actual pain in his crotch almost bringing tears to his eyes.
“Stop faking,” snapped Endo-sensei as she walked closer to them.
“I don’t think he’s faking, I think he’s really sick. Please let me escort him to the nurse’s office,” pleaded Akira.
“Fine,” relented Endo-sensei. “But if he’s faking, then you’ll both be in trouble.”
“Thank you,” said Akira as she helped Kenjiro to his feet. “Now let’s get you to the nurse’s office.”
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The moment they were in the hallway and far enough from the classroom, Akira removed her phone and dialed Miia’s number. “What’s the problem?” asked Akira as soon as Miia’s voice came through on the other line. Akira was silent for a few moments as she listened to Miia’s explanation. “Got it. Jiro is with me right now so he’ll help me get the items we need. Just give us a few minutes to get what we need. I’ll be meet you in the bathroom soon. Bye.”
Kenjiro waited for her to close her phone. “What’s going on?”
“It’s a private matter between girls.”
“Did one of them wet themselves or something?”
“Yes,” relented Akira. “But I won’t tell you which one and you can’t say anything about knowing about it.”
“That’s fair,” agreed Kenjiro. “What do we need?”
“According to Miia, we need gym clothes, some paper towels, a couple trash bags, and a pair of school slippers. I’ll get the clothes from the locker room and see if the school store has any extra slippers. You’ll need to get the trash bag and paper towels.”
“And where am I supposed to get those?”
Akira paused for a moment. “There is an empty clubroom in the far corner of the third floor over by the roof steps. I was asked to clean out that space over this next week so that it would be available for a new club. There should be cleaning supplies including trash bags and cleaning rags. Go get them and then meet me over by the bathroom on this floor. And try not to be seen by a teacher.” Akira then took off for the 3rd year girl’s locker room.
“This is going to suck,” thought Kenjiro as he began making his way towards the clubroom, all the while his stomach was rumbling like mad.
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The two met up ten minutes later. Kenjiro was nearing his limit. He quickly threw a box of trash bags and some rags into Akira’s arms. “The rest is up to you,” he uttered before running into the boy’s restroom. Akira turned and ran into the girl’s restroom.
“Miia, are you in here?” she called.
“Were in the middle stall. The door is unlocked,” answered Miia. “Did you bring what I asked for?”
“Yes, I just need to soak one of the rags in the sink so Saya has something to wash off with.” Roughly thirty seconds later, Akira entered the stall. She quickly shoved the materials into Miia’s arms and then ran into the next stall over. The diuretic that Mai had given her earlier was at the height of its effect. It had been a miracle that Akira had been able to run up and down the school acquiring the items like she did without wetting herself. Akira was standing above the toilet with her skirt raised up when she sprung a leak. Realizing that she would not have enough time to pull down her panties and squat down before the dam burst, she settled for squatting down. Right as she squatted down, a torrent of piss jetted out from the crotch and bottom of her panties into the toilet below. She could feel the spray running down the insides of her legs. Akira moaned in relief as both her panties and the toilet water turned a bright shade of yellow. The sound of her piss hitting the water was almost deafening.
Back in Saya’s stall, Saya was wiping off her legs and crotch with one of the wet cloths before using another cloth to dry herself off. She then grabbed her gym pants and threw them on. It was uncomfortable going commando but there was no helping it. While she was cleaning herself up, Miia was busy stuffing Saya’s wet clothes in the trash bag. The feeling of Saya’s wet clothes mixed with the sound of Akira’s pissing gave Miia the urge to use the bathroom as well. As soon as Saya was dressed, Miia asked, “Would you mind stepping outside the stall? I really need to use the bathroom.”
“Are you sure?” questioned Saya.
“Yes.”
“Alright,” replied Saya as she began making her way to the stall door. Once Saya’s back was turned, Miia lifted her skirt a bit and tried to pull down her panties but found it extremely difficult to do so with her broken fingers.
“Damn it,” cursed Miia as she fumbled with trying to get her panties down. Saya turned around and saw the trouble.
“Do you want me to help?”
“I guess that’s alright,” blushed Miia. “Just don’t turn into Mai while you’re doing it.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let Mai come out,” promised Saya. She then walked over to Miia and gently pulled down Miia’s panties for her. As she did, Saya saw a small patch of black hair just above Miia’s crotch. It surprised her a bit, but then Saya remembered that she hadn’t seen Miia’s naked bottom half since they bathed together as children. She stared at it for a couple seconds more before looking back up at Miia’s face. Miia was looking the other way, her face a shade of red that Saya had never seen before. It was enough to make Saya’s face turn red as well. “I’ll wait for you outside the stall,” said Saya as she turned around and prepared to leave. She stopped when she felt something tug on the back of her shirt. As she turned her head, she saw Miia was holding on to her shirt with her good hand. Miia did not look her in the eye.
“You should just stay. I’m going to need help getting them back up anyway.”
“How did you put them on this morning?” asked Saya.
“Kana helped me. She likes to take control of your body in the morning when your still half asleep,” answered Miia. “So, will you stay?”
“Sure.” Saya quickly noticed that Miia was making no effort to squat down. “Is something wrong?”
“It’s just that it’s kind of embarrassing to do it while someone is watching me. Would you mind turning around?”
“Alright,” agreed Saya, although in truth there was a part of her that didn’t want to turn around. She heard rustling behind her the moment she turned her back. A couple seconds later, she heard Miia curse again. Without thinking twice, Saya turned her head towards Miia and saw that Miia was struggling with keeping her skirt and panties out of the line of fire. “Do you need help with that too?”
“Yes,” admitted Miia. Saya walked over to her and squatted down. While Miia used her good hand to keep her skirt out of the way, Saya grabbed Miia’s panties and pulled them up and away from any potential stream. From where she was squatting, Saya could see everything. “Hey Saya, please don’t look. This is embarrassing enough as it is.”
“You’re not being fair,” muttered Saya. “You saw me go and that was incredibly embarrassing for me, so it’s only fair that I see you go too.”
“I can’t do it with you watching me,” stated Miia. “Please look the other way.”
“I get it,” replied Saya, a look of sadness etching across her face. As she turned her head away, she mumbled, “You’d let me do it if I were Akira.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” screamed Miia. She watched as Saya turned her head towards her, half expecting to see Mai, but it was still Saya. The look in her eyes was one of jealousy and sadness. “What did you even mean by that?”
“Akira is your girlfriend so it would make sense that you would rather have her help than me.”
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to. I can tell that my being here at school inconveniences you greatly. When I get home, I’ll ask Boris to fill out the paperwork for my transfer. You won’t have to see me at school anymore. This way you and Akira can spend as much quality time together as you want.”
“I don’t want that,” mumbled Miia so quietly that Saya couldn’t make out what she was saying.
“What was that?”
“I said that I don’t want you to leave. The reason that I don’t want you looking has nothing to do with Akira. The truth is that I am extremely pee shy and can’t go when I know others are watching. It would be the same situation regardless of whether it was you or Akira helping me.”
“And why should I believe that? How do I know you’re not lying to make me feel better?”
“Because the only person I would ask to help me is you,” blurted Miia. Saya stared at her in silence. “You are like a sister to me. If anyone had to help me in this situation I would want it to be you.”
“I see,” stuttered Saya as she looked away. Seconds later she heard the sound of water slapping water. Saya wanted to look so badly, but she fought the temptation.
“Saya, if you really want to look you can do so.”
“Are you sure?”
“I would only allow you to see it,” answered Miia. As Saya turned her head, she saw the golden stream coming from between Miia’s legs. It was’t very strong and it almost reminded Saya of a running faucet that had not been turned on all the way. Saya found that she couldn’t stare at it for long and so she looked away, her face now equally as red as Miia’s. Miia’s stream only lasted about a minute or so before it petered out. Saya backed away so that Miia could clean herself and then helped her pull her panties back up. Several seconds after that, the deafening sound from the next stall over ceased as well.
“Hey, do you two still have some trash bags and unused rags? I sort of ran into a little situation,” called Akira.
“I’ll be right over,” replied Saya as she grabbed one of the wet rags, a dry rag, and bag, before walking into the next stall over.
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All three girls exited the bathroom minutes later. Miia was carrying a bag of soiled rags, Saya carried her soiled clothes in another, and in Akira’s bag were her drenched panties. Luckily for her, her skirt hadn’t gotten wet. However, she was going to have to be weary of the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. As the girls exited the bathroom, they noticed that Kenjiro was standing outside the boy’s bathroom waiting for them. He had an aura of enlightenment surrounding him. “I’m guessing that you feel better now?” asked Akira.
“Much,” said Kenjiro. He turned and looked at the other two. “Don’t worry, I won’t say a thing about this to anyone.”
“Thanks,” replied both Saya and Miia in unison.
Saya then turned to Akira and asked, “What are we supposed to do with these bags of soiled clothes?”
“We can store them in the empty clubroom until after school,” answered Akira. And that was just what they did. They returned to class not long after that. At that time nobody in the group could have guessed that their lives were about to get a lot more interesting.
To Be Continued…. |
Chapter 3: The Beach, a Lesson, and Jellyfish Stings
It was a Monday afternoon as Miia, Saya, Akira, and Kenjiro sat down at Akira’s family’s crepe stand. As they ate their crepes, Kenjiro, asked, “So is anybody doing anything for Golden Week next week?”
“Nothing,” admitted Akira. “And you?”
“Same,” replied Kenjiro.
Suddenly Saya shot up from the table. “If you guys don’t have anything to do, then you should join Miia and I. We’ll be taking a trip to my family’s vacation home. It even has its own private beach. Wouldn’t it be fun if we could all go to the beach together?”
“Maybe it would be fun for you, but did you even consider that Miia won’t be able to get in the water?” asked Akira in a rather cold tone.
“I guess I didn’t,” answered Saya as she sat back down and looked at Miia’s hand. It had only been a couple weeks since Miia had broken three of her fingers and fractured her wrist while protecting Akira from Mai. Turning to Miia, she said, “We don’t have to go to my family’s vacation home or the beach. We can always find something else to do.”
“No, I’m perfectly fine with going to the beach,” replied Miia. “As long as I wrap my hand and wrist in waterproof material, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Are you sure?” asked Saya. “I don’t want to force you to go somewhere if you’re not going to have a good time.”
“Don’t worry, you’re not forcing me to do anything. I want to go,” smiled Miia as she wiped a bit of cream off the side of Saya’s face. She then turned her attention to Akira and Kenjiro. “So, do you want to come or not?”
“Of course,” responded Kenjiro. “It’s been forever since I’ve been to the beach.”
“You only want to go so that you can stare at Saya and Miia in their swimsuits, don’t you?” grinned Akira.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” blushed Kenjiro.
“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Miia is rather large in the chest department and Saya is curvy in all the right places. I bet you’ve been desperately waiting for a chance to see them with hardly any clothing on,” teased Akira.
“Is that true?” asked Saya as she folded her arms over her chest.
“Pervert,” muttered Miia as she too folded her arms over her chest.
“I’m not a pervert!” cried Kenjiro. “If anything, the only person I would want to see in a swimsuit is Akira.” The second he said that, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands. But it was too late, the damage had been done. Both Saya and Miia turned to look at Akira who was now staring at Kenjiro, her mouth open and her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Sensing how awkward the situation was, Kenjiro began laughing.
“What’s so funny?” spat Akira, her fist clenched and ready to punch him depending on his answer.
“I can’t believe you thought I was serious,” laughed Kenjiro.
“So what you said about wanting to see only me in swimsuit was a lie?” asked Akira, her embarrassment beginning to turn into rage.
“Of course,” replied Kenjiro. “Who would want to see your chest in a swimsuit anyway? I mean your practically flat as a board.” Suddenly Kenjiro felt a burning sensation across his cheek. Akira was now standing beside him. Her arm was raised and the palm of her hand was red. From the look on her face, she was trying to hold back tears.
“Well, I’m sorry I’m so flat,” she cried before running off.
“Akira wait!” yelled Kenjiro as he jumped out of his chair. However, Miia quickly intercepted him.
“I think you’ve done enough,” said Miia before turning her back to him. “You stay here, I’ll go talk to her.” Both Kenjiro and Saya watched as Miia ran after Akira. Once Miia was gone, Kenjiro sat back down and slumped forward.
“Idiot,” he mumbled to himself as he placed the palm of his hand over his face.
“Kenjiro?” asked Saya, her voice full of concern.
“What?”
“Are you in love with Akira?”
Kenjiro sat straight up, his face completely red. “Where did that come from?”
Saya stared at Kenjiro as she thought about how to phrase her words. “It’s just that it seems to me that you were lying about what you said being joke and that you calling her flat was a way of covering the truth. Am I wrong?”
“I wish I could say you were,” answered Kenjiro. “You’re right. I’ve been in love with Akira for a long time.”
“How long have you known each other?”
“Our mothers were close friends so she and I basically grew up together.”
“When did you fall in love with her?”
“I’m not exactly sure when it happened. All I remember is that when we were kids, I got picked on a lot for my evil looking eyes. I fought a lot back then and because of that everyone stayed away from me. Akira was the only one who stayed by my side and stood up for me. To be honest, Akira was a bit of a tomboy back then.” Kenjiro paused for a moment as though he were remembering something he’d rather forget. “At least that’s how it was until our first year of middle school.”
“What happened?”
“She changed,” replied Kenjiro. “As soon as our first year of middle school started, she began to dress more like a girl. She and I still hung out, but it seemed like there was a distance growing between us. Then a few days before Valentine’s Day during our first year of middle school, I happened to overhear a conversation between her and some other girls in the Home EC room after school. Apparently, she was making chocolate for Valentine’s Day. At some point, the other girls began teasing her about how the chocolate was for me. To tell you the truth, hearing that made me happy. But what I heard after that broke my heart. As it turns out, the other girls were taunting her for hanging out with a delinquent like me. Instead of sticking up for me, I heard her say ‘I don’t like Jiro that way. He’s just an old family friend that follows me around like a lost puppy. It’s annoying really. The only reason I’m making chocolate for him is because he’s such a loser that he probably won’t receive any. The main reason I hang out with him is because I pity him.’” By this point, Kenjiro was fighting back tears. “On Valentine’s Day, she tried to give me the chocolate, but I rejected it. I told her that I had overheard everything and that I wasn’t a loser nor did I need her pity. After that, we stopped talking to one another for a while.”
“How could you still love her after that?” asked Saya.
“If there’s one thing I learned from that, love isn’t logical,” said Kenjiro. “Akira had given me a reason to hate her, and believe me, for the longest time I wanted to hate her. Yet, for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to hate her, not even when she began dating a bunch of loser guys.”
“Wait a second,” uttered Saya as she tried to wrap her head around what Kenjiro had just said. “Did you just say that she dated guys?”
“Yeah,” replied Kenjiro. “She’s also dated a couple of girls other than Miia as well. Akira is bisexual.”
“Does Miia know?”
“Yes,” answered Kenjiro. “They were in the same class for five years so it would be difficult to not find out sooner or later.”
“Do either of them know that you’re in love with Akira?”
“No, and I prefer it stay that way,” said Kenjiro. “It would only complicate things if she found out.”
“But doesn’t she at least deserve to know the way you really feel about her?” questioned Saya. “If you love her, you should tell her.”
“It’s because I love her that I can’t,” answered Kenjiro. “When you truly fall in love with someone, you want them to be happy, even if their happiness is a result of them falling in love with someone else. So long as Akira is happy with Miia, I will not tell her how I feel.”
“That’s so stupid,” muttered Saya. “If I were in Akira’s shoes, I’d at least want to know.”
“Well then, let me ask you this,” replied Kenjiro. “Have you ever been in love before?” Kenjiro’s question caught Saya off guard.
“I honestly don’t know,” answered Saya. “What does it feel like?”
“That’s a hard question to answer because it’s different for everybody. The best way I can explain it is that your heart skips a beat when you’re around that person. You want to spend all your time with them and learn everything there is to know about them, both the good and bad. You want to kiss them and hold them close, let them see the sides of you that you can show to no one else. At least, that’s what I think. Did that help?”
“I think so,” smiled Saya as she stood up. “I should probably get going now. I have a lot to think about.”
“Do you want me to walk you home?”
“I can get home from here. Just let Miia know where I went when she gets back. See you later.” And with that Saya left for home, unsure of what to do with the new information she had acquired.
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It was now Saturday morning as Miia, Akira, Saya, and Kenjiro made their way down the path from Saya’s vacation home to the private beach. The group was almost through the twenty-minute walk from the house to the beach, none of them having said a word. Wanting to break the awkward silence, Kenjiro turned to Akira and said, “You know I’m really glad you came. I was worried that you weren’t going to come after what I said to you earlier in the week.”
“Of course, I’d come,” grumbled Akira. “Someone has to keep you in check and it might as well be me.”
Before Kenjiro could say anything more, Saya shouted, “Look everyone, we’re here.” Sure enough, the trees along the path opened up revealing a wide patch of beach.
“It’s beautiful,” uttered Akira as she stared at the ocean.
Miia walked over to Saya and whispered, “Please try to remember our promise about swimming in the ocean.”
“I will,” promised Saya. “Now let’s get down there and have some fun.”
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Minutes later, the group set up a beach umbrella and some beach chairs. Kenjiro watched as the girls took of their shirts and shorts revealing their bathing suits underneath. Miia was wearing a pink bikini and Saya was wearing a sky-blue one-piece. However, Kenjiro was more focused on Akira who was wearing a dark red bikini, the bra obviously padded. What Akira lacked in the breast size, she more than made up for with her long beautiful legs and decent sized hips. Akira noticed Kenjiro staring with his mouth wide open. “What are you looking at me for? Are you planning to make fun of my breasts again?” she asked angrily.
“Nnnno,” stuttered Kenjiro as he tried to form the word.
“Then why are you staring at me?”
“It’s just that your swimsuit really suits you. It makes you look really cute,” admitted Kenjiro.
“I already know I’m cute. I don’t need to hear that from you,” blushed Akira. Before she could say anything more, a loud buzzing filled the air. “Hey, do you guys hear that?”
“Yeah,” answered Kenjiro as he took a few steps forward trying to focus in on the sound. “It almost sounds like a motor.” Sure enough, seconds later an ATV burst through the path that the group had just come from. Driving it was Hana Endo, the group’s homeroom teacher and Kenjiro’s older sister. Kenjiro jumped back as Endo-sensei slid to a stop. “Watch it!” he shouted as he brushed off some of the sand that the ATV had kicked up.
“Sorry about that,” said Endo-sensei as she turned off the ATV. As she dismounted, the group noticed that she was a wearing sexy black bikini. “Man, this thing is cool,” she exclaimed as she took another good look at it.
Kenjiro turned to Saya and asked, “Why is she here anyways? I thought it was supposed to be just us four.”
“Didn’t I tell you?” asked Saya. “Uncle Boris asked Endo-sensei to watch over Miia and myself during Golden Week since he has to guard my father while he’s on a business trip.”
“Couldn’t that guy have asked somebody else?” whined Kenjiro.
“Jiro, quit complaining and help me untie the cooler,” ordered Endo-sensei, her fist poised to strike him.
“Yes sis,” grumbled Kenjiro as he helped unhook the cooler.
Miia walked up to Endo-sensi and said, “Thank you so much for coming Endo-sensei. If you hadn’t agreed to come, Boris-san wouldn’t have let us come. I’m sorry if this ruined your Golden Week plans.”
“Don’t worry about it,” smiled Endo-sensei. “It’s not like I had any plans anyways.”
“If you hadn’t asked her to come, she probably would’ve spent the week sleeping, drinking, and vegging out on the couch,” added Kenjiro who was on his knees untying the cooler. Suddenly Endo-sensei’s fist crashed down on the top of his head. “Owwww,” whined Kenjiro as he rubbed a spot where a bump would surely grow.
“Shut up you ungrateful little brat,” spat Endo-sensei. She then turned her attention towards a clearly shocked Miia. “He likes to make up lies. As I was saying it’s no problem at all. By the way, since we are not on school grounds, you can just call me Hana. Endo-sensei is way too formal for me.”
“Alright Hana,” said Saya. “We are in your care.”
“Hey, where’s Aki-chan?” asked Hana. “I’m sure I saw her a minute ago.”
“I think she’s hiding over by our stuff,” answered Saya. And sure enough, Akira was trying to hide behind the beach chairs.
“I see,” said Hana as she began walking towards Akira. Miia and Saya followed her while Kenjiro tagged along behind them with the cooler. Hana was a couple feet away from Akira when she finally addressed her. “You know Aki-chan, I’m starting to feel like you’re trying to avoid your big sister.”
“Big sister?” repeated Miia.
“When Akira and Kenjiro were little kids, Akira would follow me around from time to time and call me big sis. It was the cutest little thing,” explained Hana as she smiled.
“I guess you did mention on the first day of the new school year that you knew her when she was younger,” said Miia. She paused for a moment as she thought back to the incident. “If I remember correctly, you said that when she was little she was a bit of a tomboy.”
“Oh she was,” laughed Hana as she began to reminisce. “Aki-chan was always wearing boys clothes and enjoyed roughhousing with the other boys, especially Kenjiro. In fact, when they were little, those two were practically inseparable.”
“What sorts of things did they like to do?” asked Miia.
“These two did a lot of things together,” began Hana. “They even made a game to see who could best each other.”
“How did the game work?” questioned Saya, her interest suddenly peaked.
“Jiro and Aki-chan would challenge each other in various activities. Whoever won would get to tell the loser what to do for the rest of the day,” explained Hana. Then without warning, she started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” asked Saya.
“I’m just remembering one of the contests they used to do,” replied Hana.
“Could you please tell us?” begged Mia, unable to hold back her curiosity.
“Sure,” answered Hana. “There was one contest they used to do on a regular basis where they would…” Realizing what was about to happen, Kenjiro pressed his hand over his sister’s mouth. “Mmmffff” mumbled Hana.
“Sis, please don’t say anything more,” ordered Kenjiro. Suddenly Kenjiro felt his sister’s tongue tickle the palm of his hand. “Gross!” screamed Kenjiro as he yanked his hand away.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, there was one activity that they liked to compete in on a regular basis. When I was tasked with watching them, I would walk out to the backyard from time to time and they would both be out there with their pants down. They were having peeing contests to see who could pee farther. It was always funny to watch Akira lean forward and try to pee like a boy. I can’t tell you how many times I had to clean her pants for her.”
“Stop it!” yelled Akira, her face now completely red.
“Oh come on,” laughed Hana, “it’s a good story.” She then turned her attention back to the other two girls. “After the eighth or ninth time that happened, I decided to teach myself how to pee standing up so that I could teach her.”
“And did you?” asked Miia, her face slightly red.
“I sure did,” replied Hana, puffing up her chest. “By the time they stopped doing the contest in the sixth grade, Akira could pee through the zipper of her fly almost as well as any guy. Of course, she would still get a few drops on her pants here and there.”
Saya turned to Akira and said, “I didn’t know you could pee standing up. Why didn’t you do that when you were showing me the squat toilets on the second day of school?’
“Because I don’t pee standing up anymore,” answered Akira coldly. “I’m not the tomboy that I was as a little kid. I’m a woman now and normal women don’t pee standing.”
“That’s strange,” said Hana. “I know plenty of women who dream of being able to pee like guys.”
“Well I’m not one of them,” retorted Akira as she turned her back to the group and began walking toward the ocean. “I’m going to go get in the water. Are you coming Miia?”
“In a minute,” she replied. “I just need to wrap my cast.”
“I’ll help you,” added Hana. And so, Hana helped Miia wrap her arm. After that she blew up one of the inflatable tubes for Miia to lounge on while she was in the ocean. The two then joined Akira in the water shortly thereafter.
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Kenjiro was sitting on one of the beach towels. His shirt was off and he was applying sunscreen on his chest. Saya was sitting next to him. She had just finished applying sunscreen to the spots that she could reach. Turning to Kenjiro, she asked, “Kenjiro, could you please put some sunscreen on the back of my neck and shoulders.
“Sure,” responded Kenjiro as he squeezed some sunscreen on to his hands, “also please call me Jiro.” He watched as she pulled her hair out of the way. Kenjiro then began rubbing the sunscreen on the back of Saya’s neck. Saya shuddered a bit as she felt the cold touch of the sunscreen. “Is it too cold for you?” asked Kenjiro as he finished up with her neck.
“No,” stuttered Saya. As Kenjiro began applying sunscreen to the back of her shoulders, Saya let out a low moan.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes, but could you please apply it a little harder. I don’t want my skin to burn.”
“Alright,” replied Kenjiro as he began rubbing a little harder. As he did so, he could hear another moan escape Saya’s lips. Kenjiro had to stop for a second to collect himself. He could feel his snake stiffening. It definitely wouldn’t look good if the other three came back and saw what was going on. After a few seconds passed, he began rubbing her shoulders again.
“Harder,” she ordered. Kenjiro did as he was told. “Harder.” Again, he did as he was told. “Ohhh God, that’s the spot,” she moaned.
“Okay that’s enough,” declared Kenjiro as he moved his hands away from her. His pole was now standing erect.
“You’re no fun,” grumbled the blond girl as she turned around. The red eye told Kenjiro that Mai was in control.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said as he began to slowly crawl backwards. A couple seconds later, he backed into the pole of the beach umbrella. Before he had time to react, Mai crawled over to him so that she was now sitting between his legs.
“Oh my,” she exclaimed as she ran her fingers along the mountain in Kenjiro’s trunks. “It seems like somebody got a little too excited.”
“Please don’t,” he moaned.
“Give me a reason why I should stop,” grinned Mai as she began straddling his lap, her hands still running along Kenjiro’s crotch.
“Because the others will see us and come to stop you.”
“That would make a convincing argument if that were possible.”
“What are you talking about?”
Mai smiled as she explained the situation. “The other girls are too far out to see us. And even if they did, all I would have to do is make it look like you tried to attack Saya.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I just want you to hear me out. I can make it worth your while if you do.”
“Just tell me what you want already.”
“Geez,” she whined, “you really take the fun out of things.” She then moved closer and looked deep into his eyes. “Listen up and listen good. I did not come here to harm you or anyone else today. In fact, I am here to warn you.”
“Warn me about what?”
“I believe that Kana is planning something and it won’t be good news for you or Akira.”
“The green-eyed personality is planning something bad?
“Yes.”
“That’s crazy,” replied Kenjiro. “You’re the evil one. Why should I believe anything you say?”
“Because you’re the only one stupid enough to hear me out. Now will you let me explain or not?”
“Fine,” he relented, “go on.”
“I don’t know the particulars, but I do know this. Kana wants Akira out of the way so that Saya can have Miia all to herself.”
“Isn’t that what you want?” asked Kenjiro.
“Yes, but I’m more open about it. Kana on the other hand likes to sit quietly in the background where she can manipulate people without them evening knowing. That makes her even more dangerous as you don’t know what she’ll do or how she’ll do it. I don’t think she’ll do anything on this trip, but you should still be wary of her. If you’re not careful, she might just try to get rid of you too.”
“When you say get rid of, what do you mean?” asked Kenjiro.
“It’s best if you don’t ask questions that you don’t want answers to.”
“Then can I ask why you’re warning me?”
Mai looked at him and smiled. “Because I like you. Now for your reward…” Kenjiro trembled a little as Mai leaned forward. She then scrunched his cheeks in her hand and kissed him. He could feel her tongue in his mouth. The kiss only lasted a few seconds. As the blond girl pulled away, Kenjiro noticed that the red eye had been replaced with a green one.
“Kana?”
Kana merely looked at him. “Kenjiro, I must ask what you and Mai were discussing and why Saya’s body is straddling your groin?”
“Mai was just teasing me is all,” lied Kenjiro. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his groin. Looking down, he saw that Kana’s hand was wrapped tightly around his still erected crotch. As he looked back up into Kana’s eyes, he saw a serious expression on her face.
“It’s not good to lie to me Kenjiro,” she stated calmly as she tightened her grip. “Now why don’t you tell me what I want to know.”
“I’m telling you the truth. Mai was teasing me in an attempt to see if she could control me or not. Now please let go.”
Kana paused for a second before releasing her grip. “I don’t know what Mai told you, but whatever it was she is lying to you. If you’re not careful, she will manipulate you into doing her dirty work for her.” Kana then backed away from Kenjiro. “I’m sorry for being so rough with you. Please understand that I only did what I did to make sure that you are not succumbing to her charms.”
“I understand,” winced Kenjiro as he looked down at his groin. A few seconds passed before he looked back up. This time Saya was in control.
“Hey Jiro, you don’t look too good. Is everything all right?”
“Yeah,” he said as he stood up. “I just need to take leak.” He then got up and began walking for the trees. Once he was out of sight, he fell to his knees. He didn’t know what just happened, but one thing was for certain, one of the two personalities was lying. The only question was which one was it.
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By midday, Saya and Akira were the only ones in the water. Both girls were lounging on innertubes about twenty feet from shore. Meanwhile Kenjiro, Hana, and Miia were sitting on the beach chairs underneath the umbrella. Kenjiro and Miia had fallen asleep due to exhaustion while a slightly buzzed Hana was beginning to doze off.
After a few more minutes of lounging, Akira began paddling her way back towards shore. Saya followed her out of curiosity. She watched as Akira threw her innertube onto the sand and began walking towards a tall rock formation several yards away along the beach. Saya decided to follow her. The two had only taken a few steps when Akira turned around and asked rather roughly, “Why are you following me?”
“I was just wondering where you were going is all,” replied Saya, taken aback by Akira’s tone.
“I need to pee,” she answered.
“Outside?”
“No, in the toilet. Of course I’m going to go outside! Now please leave me be.”
“But I need to go too,” whimpered Saya as she crossed her legs and began holding her crotch.
“And your point?”
“I was hoping I could go with you since I’ve never peed outside before.”
“I’m sorry but there are somethings that I would like to do alone.”
“But…”
“Just shut up!” screamed Akira. Her words silenced Saya. “God your annoying. I don’t know how Miia puts up with you. Why don’t you just grow up and stop relying on others for every little thing?”
“Why are you being so mean?” asked Saya.
“Because it’s always Saya this and Saya that. Your all Miia ever talks about. Ever since you started attending school, she’s been spending most of her time babysitting you to the point that she hardly has time to spend with me. Honestly, I’m getting sick of it. What’s worse is that you caused her injury because you can’t control those other personalities and yet you act like nothing happened. You need to grow up and understand that Miia’s life can’t revolve around you forever. Miia needs to have a life outside of you.”
“I know that.”
“I don’t think you do because if you did, you would let her have a life of her own.” With those parting words, Akira took off for the rocks.
Saya stood there in silence for a few second before a hand was placed on the back of her shoulder. As she turned around, she saw Hana standing behind her. “Is everything alright?” asked Hana.
“What did you hear?”
“Nothing,” lied Hana. “But from the look of things, it seemed like you two were having an argument. Now I’m going to ask again, is everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine,” answered Saya. Suddenly she felt something warm near her crotch. Looking down, she saw a small stream of urine was beginning to run down her thighs. It took a few seconds, but Saya managed to get it under control. She just hoped that Hana hadn’t noticed it.
However, Hana must have noticed it as she quickly grabbed Saya’s hand and said, “Come on sweetie,” as she led Saya over to the rocks.
“Where are we going?” asked Saya as she was pulled along.
“We’re going to go take a leak,” replied Hana.
“But I’ve never peed outside before.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”
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A couple minutes later, Saya and Hana had caught up to Akira who was just getting into a squatting position behind the rocks. “What are you doing back here?” hissed Akira the moment she saw Saya.
“She needs to pee and this spot provides the best cover,” answered Hana. “Now you can either accept it or go somewhere else.”
“Fine,” relented Akira as she turned her back to them.
“Ok,” said Hana as she turned to Saya. “Let’s get that suit off of you.” Hana got behind Saya and helped her take off the one-piece suit. “Now just squat down like Akira is doing and let it flow.” Saya squatted down as she had been told. A minute passed, but she found herself unable to go.
“I don’t think I can do this,” said Saya.
“Maybe it will help if somebody goes next to you,” commented Hana. Saya watched as Hana took off her black bikini bottom and slung it over her shoulder. However instead of squatting, Hana spread her legs, bent her knees, and leaned her hips forward. She then placed her hands on her crotch and began to spread her labia. A few seconds later, a golden geyser spewed forward, soaking the sand four feet in front of her, changing it from a light brown to a dark brown.
“That’s amazing!” cried Saya as she stood up and moved closer to Hana to get a better look. All the while, Akira was still in a squatting position roughly ten feet away from them, unable to go for a reason she could not understand.
“That nothing,” chuckled Hana. “Watch this.” Hana then began shifting her stance and moving her hips around. Much to Saya’s amazement, a pattern was beginning to form in the sand drenched in Hana’s piss. It took a couple minutes for her to finish, but by the time she was done, Hana had written her name in kanji.
“You’ve got to teach me that,” said Saya excitedly.
“Whoa there sweetie. First you need to learn how to pee standing up before you can even attempt something like this.”
“Will you teach me then?”
“Of course,” smiled Hana as she walked behind Saya. “The first thing you need to do is to spread your legs and bend your knees forward.” Saya did as she was told. “Next you’re going to lean your hips forward.”
“Like this?” asked Saya as she tried to lean forward.
“No, that’s not far enough,” replied Hana. “If you do that, you’ll only end up pissing on your legs and feet. Here, I’ll help you.” Saya felt Hana place a hand on her butt and another hand on her hip. Hana gently moved Saya’s body into the right position as though she were a doll. “That should do it,” she said as she walked in front of Saya. “Now comes the difficult part. You’re going to need to use both hands to spread your labia.”
“My what?”
“It would probably be better if I showed you. Now watch closely.” Saya watched as Hana demonstrated how to spread the labia. “Now you try.”
“Ok,” said Saya as she tried to spread it. Her body cringed as her fingers touched the inner lining of the labia. It took her a few seconds, but she was eventually able to spread it a bit. “What do I do now?”
“Just pee. You might need to give it a little push though.”
“Alright.” Saya took a deep breath and pushed with all the force she could muster. A few seconds later, urine came splashing out. Unfortunately, it came out as a spray with hardly any dstance. “Oh no,” she cried as she felt more urine droplets run down her legs. It took everything she had to get her urine to stop. “What did I do wrong?”
“I’m not sure,” answered Hana. “However, I need you to hold that stance for me for a few seconds while I take a look. Please try not to pee on me.” Hana then walked in front of Saya and knelt down. As she examined Saya’s positioning, a smile began to form along her face. Standing up, she said, “I think I know what the problem is.”
“What is it?”
“You’re not spreading far enough. Here, let me help you.” Hana got behind Saya and slowly placed her hands over Saya’s. Using the tips of her fingers, she helped Saya spread herself. “That should do it. Go ahead and pee.”
“But if I do that, your fingers will get wet.”
“It’s no big deal, I can wash it off afterwards. Now pee.”
“I’ll try,” she mumbled as she gave another push. This time a yellow stream shot forward before arching and slamming into the sand less than a foot and a half away. As Saya looked down at the stream, it reminded her of a garden hose. “I’m doing it!” she exclaimed as she watched her pee create a puddle in the sand.
“Does it feel good?” asked Hana.
“It feels strange,” replied Saya, “but a good kind of strange.”
Hana laughed, “You remind me so much of Akira when she was first starting out. Given time, you might even get so good at this that you might be able to do it through your zipper without making a mess.”
“But I don’t wear pants,” commented Saya.
“Fine, you’ll be able to do it while only lifting the front of your skirt. Wouldn’t that make things more convenient for you?”
“Maybe. I’ll have to think about it.”
“You truly are a strange girl,” chuckled Hana. Saya’s steam lasted a little less than two minutes before dying out. “Now that you’re done, go wash yourself off in the ocean.” Saya nodded her head, walked into the ocean, and squatted down so that the water could wash off the urine. While Saya was cleaning herself off, Hana returned her attention to Akira who was still in a squatting position. “Having trouble going?”
“Shut up,” hissed Akira as she stood up and pulled up her bikini bottom. “I just didn’t have to go as bad as I thought.” And with that she walked back to where Kenjiro and Miia were.
“I don’t know what her issue is, but she’s going to need to resolve it before it takes its toll,” muttered Hana as she put on her bikini bottom.
“I’m done,” called Saya as she got out of the ocean and walked back towards Hana. Saya then put her suit back on.
“You did a good job for your first try,” said Hana as she put her hand on Saya’s shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. “I’m very proud of you.”
“Thank you,” replied Saya, blushing a little. As they began to walk back, Saya asked. “Can we keep this a secret between us? I don’t want Miia to know just yet. I want to get really good at this so I can impress her.”
“Of course,” answered Hana. “Just let me know if you want my help again.”
“I will,” smiled Saya.
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The moment Saya got back to the others, she grabbed her innertube and got back into the ocean. As she lay in the innertube, she thought about all the things that Akira had said to her. While Akira had been incredibly nasty towards her, Saya understood that some of the things Akira said weren’t wrong. Ever since Miia and Saya were children, Miia had been watching out for Saya. The more Saya thought about it, the more she began to think about all the things Miia must have had to sacrifice for her. The worst part of it was that Saya had never once thanked her for it or even acknowledged it. Instead she had always lived with the belief that Miia would always be there to take care of her and had unwittingly taken her kindness for granted. A tear began to run down her cheek as these thoughts raced through her mind. “No, I can’t cry,” she said to herself as she wiped the tear away. “Akira’s right. I need to start becoming more independent, even if that means losing Miia in the process.” However, the moment she said it, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. “What was that?” she asked herself. “Did breakfast give me heartburn or something?”
Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a roaring sound behind her. She had just enough time to turn around as a large wave crested beneath her, causing her innertube to flip over. It took her a couple seconds to resurface. She quickly grabbed the handle of the innertube and was beginning to pull herself up when she heard the roaring sound again. This time the wave smashed into her head on, hurling her innertube towards the beach. The wave dragged her a few feet underwater. Using all the strength she could muster, she burst back to the surface just as another wave crashed down over head, threatening to take her back under. Saya burst back to the surface and began screaming for help. While most swimmers would have tried to use the waves to project themselves forward, Saya was a rather poor swimmer. In fact, it was taking everything she had just to keep her head above water.
Suddenly another wave came crashing down on her head, bringing her back underwater. As she tried to swim back to the surface, she felt a stinging pain in her left leg. It locked up seconds later as she was a foot from reaching the surface. As she reached her arm towards the surface, another wave crashed down above her, with the undertow sucking her down deeper into the water. She began to flail as she tried to fight her way to the surface. Her lungs were on fire as she tried to hold her breath, but a few seconds later, her lungs gave in and began to take on water. Saya’s last thought as she blacked out was that she wished she could thank Miia for everything she had done for her.
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Miia and Kenjiro had just woken up from their naps and were looking out at the ocean when they heard a bloodcurdling scream and a cry for help. Miia put on her glasses and looked out towards the ocean. She could see an innertube being pushed towards shore by the waves. As she got up and took a few steps forwards, she could see a girl splashing about in the distance as waves continued to drag her under. Even from that distance, Miia knew without a doubt that the girl was Saya. “SAYA!!!” she screamed as she began running for the ocean. She was a couple feet away from the water when she felt someone grab her and pull her backwards. Turning her head, she saw that it was Hana. “What are you doing? Saya’s drowning. I need to go save her.”
“IDIOT!” yelled Hana. “What do you think you can do with that injured arm of yours? If you go out there, you’ll be pulled under too.”
“She’s right,” said Akira as she helped hold Miia in place from the front. “In your condition you’ll drown before you can even get to her.”
“I don’t care,” cried Miia as she struggled to break free. “Please let me go. I need to save her.” Suddenly the screams stopped and much to Miia’s horror, Saya was dragged under again. Seconds passed, but she did not come back up. “LET ME GO!” she screamed as she struggled harder. “SAYA!! SAYA!!!”
Then almost like a blur, something big ran past the girls and dove into the water. Using his muscular body to his advantage, Kenjiro easily pushed through the incoming waves as he made his way to the spot he had last seen her go under. It had been over a minute since she had disappeared below the surface. As he hovered over the spot where she had disappeared, he took a deep breath and dove down. It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the water, but as they did, he noticed a human shape laying on the ocean floor roughly thirty feet below the surface. It was Saya. His adrenaline kicking in, Kenjiro swam down faster than he had ever swam before. Throwing her body over his shoulder, he placed his feet on the ground. Using the ocean floor as a spring board, Kenjiro shot himself up towards the surface. He was about ten feet from the surface when he felt a sharp pain on his chest. Doing his best to ignore it, he used his legs and free arm to get him the rest of the way to the surface. Then using the waves to his advantage, Kenjiro began to swim back to shore. Even with his speed, it would take him another minute and a half to reach shore. With the last of his strength, he carried Saya’s body a few feet up the beach before setting her down and falling onto his back, desperately panting for breath.
“SAYA!!!” screamed Miia as she finally managed to break past Akira and Hana. Miia quickly knelt down and placed her head to Saya’s chest. “She’s not breathing!” she screamed as the other two girls rushed towards her. Without thinking about what it would do to her injured hand, Miia began giving chest compressions. She gave Saya thirty chest compressions before stopping to listen to her chest. “Damn it Saya, don’t you die on me,” she cried as she prepared herself to give a second set of chest compressions. Miia’s injured hand was beginning to hurt.
“Miia, you need to stop,” ordered Hana. “If you keep doing that you’ll injure your hand worse than it already is.”
“But if I don’t do it, she’ll die,” responded Miia.
“Fine,” said Hana as she pushed Miia out of the way before she could start the second set. “I’ll take care of the chest compressions. When I give the word, I want you to give her mouth to mouth.”
“Ok,” agreed Miia as she positioned herself next to Saya’s head. She then carefully tilted Saya’s head back and began preparing herself for Hana’s signal.
“Now!” shouted Hana as she finished a set of chest compressions. Miia pinched Saya’s nose and gave three breaths. When Saya didn’t respond, Hana began a second set of chest compressions. “I have never lost a student and I refuse to start now. Miia, give her another set of breaths.” Miia did as she was told. There was still no response. They went through the cycle a third time and again nothing happened. Before Hana could start her fourth round of compressions, Akira leaned over Saya’s body and began performing them herself.
“You’ve done enough. I’ll take over from here,” said Akira as she continued to do compressions. Once she reached thirty, she gave Miia the go ahead to start the breaths. Saya would still not wake up.
“We’re running out of time,” cried Hana as she looked down at her waterproof watch. It had been roughly five minutes since Saya was dragged underwater. If another minute passed without oxygen, Saya could experience brain damage or worse.
“Damn it, I swear that if you die on me I will never forgive you,” shouted Miia, as she prepared to give her fifth set of breaths. Finally, on the last breath, Miia felt Saya’s body begin to stir. She then gave a nod to Hana who quickly turned Saya onto her side. The group of girls breathed a sigh of relief as Saya began gasping and coughing up seawater. It took a few minutes before Saya was able to sit up. The moment she was able to sit up, she looked at the people around her.
“Well that was a close call,” she panted.
Miia glared at her. “What were you thinking? You know you’re not a good swimmer. You even broke your promise to me that you would not go out there by yourself.”
“Look Miia, I’m not a child so you can quit treating me like one,” stated Saya. Suddenly she felt Miia’s good hand strike her cheek.
“IDIOT!!!” screamed Miia. She then wrapped her arms around Saya and began sobbing hysterically. “You nearly died. I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.”
“I promise,” replied Saya, choking back tears of her own. The happy reunion was quickly shattered by the moans of pain coming from behind them. As the four girls looked behind them, they saw that Kenjiro was still laying in the sand. The only thing that was different was that he was clutching his chest.
“Jiro, what’s wrong?” asked Hana as she knelt beside her brother.
“My chest hurts,” he moaned.
“Let me see,” ordered Hana. As she moved Kenjiro’s hands, her eyes widened in shock as she noticed a large, red, splotchy area on the middle of his chest. “That’s not good.”
“What’s going on?” asked Akira. “Is Jiro going to be alright?”
“It looks like he was stung by a jellyfish. We need to treat it now.”
“What do we do?” asked Saya.
“The quickest way to treat a jellyfish sting is to pee on it,” replied Hana. “I’d do it except my bladder’s running on empty. Does anyone else need to pee?”
Akira slowly raised her hand and stated, “I still haven’t peed. I could probably do it but I would need the rest of you to look away.”
“That’s fine,” said Hana. “Miia, Saya, please head over to the towels and do not look back.” Miia and Saya did as they were told. Hana then turned her back to Akira and Kenjiro and walked a few feet away from them. “Do what you have to do.”
“Alright,” said Akira as she removed her bikini bottom and stood over Kenjiro’s chest. She then slowly lowered herself until she was almost sitting on top of him. Digging her knees into the sand on each side of Kenjiro, Akira used one of her hands to spread her labia while placing her other hand on Kenjiro’s chest for better balance. She then leaned forward the way a female dog would. Luckily for her, the positioning of her hand and body prevented Kenjiro from getting a good look at her. “This sucks,” she whispered to herself.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” stated Kenjiro, having heard her complaint.
“Look, I’m not doing this because I want to. I’m doing this because you’re my friend and because I know you would do the same for me. Now shut up and let me concentrate.” Akira took a couple deep breaths as she focused on the task at hand. A minute passed but nothing happened. “My body’s too nervous. I can’t go. I need something to make me laugh.”
“How about this?” asked Kenjiro as he thought of a story from his past. “Do you remember the last pee contest we had? You had gotten so good that in a desperate attempt to surpass you, I ended up drenching the front of my pants and had to stay the night at your place as punishment.”
“I do,” laughed Akira. “For the longest time after that my parents would joke about whether you needed to start wearing diapers.” The more she thought about it, the harder she laughed. Suddenly she felt something leak out of her. As she looked down, she saw a small trickle of urine beginning to pool on Kenjiro’s chest. Akira began pushing harder and within seconds, the small trickle turned into a full-on spray. Akira slowly began wiggling her hips forwards and backwards and from side to side in an attempt to douse every last inch of the jellyfish sting. As she did this, she lost her balance and her butt made contact with Kenjiro’s chest. Kenjiro grunted in pain. “Sorry,” she stuttered as she cutoff her stream. As she looked down at the jellyfish sting, she noticed that it was more concentrated towards the middle of Kenjiro’s chest. While she had been able to get most of the sting by spraying from the position she was in earlier, she felt as though she was still missing an important area. The more she thought about it, the sooner she realized what she had to do. “Hey Jiro, I’m going to need to change positions which means you’ll be able to see my you know what. Could you please close your eyes?”
“Sure, but I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”
“That was back when we were kids,” blushed Akira. “It’s changed since then.”
“Has it gotten hairier?” teased Kenjiro. For whatever reason, he found Akira the cutest when she was embarrassed. Seeing her blush like that made him want to tease her all the more. “Do you still have that one birth mark on the top of your crotch?”
“SHUT UP!” she hissed, her face now as red as a tomato. “Say anything more and I swear I will yank your trunks down and call the other girls over here.”
“Please do it anyway,” called Hana, her back still turned. “It’ll teach him to be a little nicer to women.”
“Stay out of this you damn hag,” spat Kenjiro. He then turned his attention back to Akira. “Fine, I’ll shut my eyes.” The moment he shut his eyes, Akira repositioned herself so that she was now sitting on his chest just below the sting with her legs spread open. She then restarted her stream. Kenjiro could feel the warm spray on his chest and thought about how it felt like he was in a shower. As seconds passed with his eyes closed, he felt an urge to peek. Just barely opening one eye, he happened to spy a small birthmark and a patch of hair. “Brown,” he mumbled to himself.
“Oh my God, your peeking, aren’t you?” shouted Akira.
“It was an accident,” replied Kenjiro shutting his eyes as tight as he could. “I swear I’ll make it up to you.”
“You better,” she warned. It would take a minute or so for Akira to finish. Once she was done, she got off of Kenjiro and put her bikini bottom back on. “Let’s never do that again.”
“Agreed,” nodded Kenjiro
“Oh my,” cried Hana trying to hold back her laughter. “Is that your keys, or are you just happy to see Aki-chan.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Kenjiro as he slowly looked down at where his sister was looking at. Sure enough, the mountain in his trunks was back.
“You’re sick!” screamed Akira as she looked at his erected groin.
“It’s a natural response to what I just went through. If anything, you should be proud that you got arise out of me at all.”
“Hey, I got an idea,” said Hana with a wicked grin. “Since he peeked at you, it’s only right that you get a little peek back.”
“I thought I told you to stay out of this,” shouted Kenjiro.
“Your sister is right,” stated Akira. “Since you saw mine, it’s only fair that I see yours. Now show me.”
“Damn it,” relented Kenjiro as he slowly stretched out his shorts so that Akira could look. His face went beet red as Akira walked over and looked down into Kenjiro’s trunks. Turning his head away, he said “Are you satisfied?”
“Yes,” replied Akira. “Now let’s go get our stuff together. We should probably get you to a doctor.”
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As the group was packing up their stuff, Kenjiro happened to look over at Saya. “Hey sis, is the mark running down the side of Saya’s leg from a jellyfish sting too?”
“What are you talking abou…” but before Hana could finish her sentence, she noticed the mark on Saya’s leg. “Yep, that’s a jellyfish sting alright.”
“But I can’t feel anything,” replied Saya as she looked down at the mark.
“That’s probably because your adrenaline’s still pumping from earlier,” said Hana. “Once the adrenaline wears off though, I can guarantee that it’s going to hurt like hell.” Turning to the other members of the group, she asked, “Does anyone else need to pee?”
“I could probably go,” blushed Miia as she placed her good hand in front of her crotch and began squirming a bit. Her original plan had been to wait to use the bathroom until they got back to the house. Miia gave a Hana a look of embarrassment that told her everything she needed to know.
“Everyone turn around so that we can give them some privacy,” ordered Hana. Once Akira and Kenjiro were turned around, Hana grabbed one of the towels and used it as a screen for Miia and Saya. She then turned her head and said, “Go ahead and do your stuff.”
“Thank you,” whispered Miia. Saya sat down and prepared her leg for treatment. Miia slowly lowered herself so that she was hovering right over Saya’s leg. Unlike Akira, Miia decided to keep her bikini bottom on as it was still difficult to take things off with her dominant hand as messed up as it was. As she looked down, Miia began to have second thoughts about not removing her bikini bottom. She had been taught from a very young age that wetting oneself after having been successfully toilet trained was disgusting and shameful. Of course it was one thing to do it on accident, and another thing to do it on purpose. For as long as she could remember, she had never once pissed herself on purpose. Her legs began shaking and her heart began racing as she wondered whether she could really perform such a shameful act.
Sensing Miia’s hesitation, Saya softly said, “Don’t think. Just do it.”
“She’s right,” agreed Hana. “You need to forget everything society has taught you about bathroom etiquette and just let loose.”
“Ok. Here goes nothing,” muttered Miia as she pushed as hard as she could. Saya watched as a waterfall of gold spilled out the bottom of Miia’s bikini. Streams of urine began running down the sides of Miia’s thighs. “This feels so wrong,” whined Miia as her crotch was enveloped in warmth.
“It’s all in your state of mind. If you think that it’s gross and wrong, it’s going to feel gross and wrong,” lectured Hana.
“Personally, I’m finding the heat from Miia’s pee to be rather soothing on my wound. This warm feeling running down my leg is both strange and pleasant at the same time,” commented Saya. “Although I will admit it reeks a little, but since it’s Miia’s, I guess I can tolerate it.”
“Please stop talking,” begged Miia. “You’re make me more self-conscious than I already am.” Saya stayed silent as Miia’s stream lasted another minute. As soon as she was done, Miia pulled off her bikini bottom and with Saya’s help, wrapped it around Saya’s leg. Miia then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her naked lower half. “Okay, the rest of you can turn around now.” The group did as they were told.
“We should probably get back to the house as quickly as possible,” said Hana. “We’ll call a doctor once we get back. Now let’s move it people.”
“Right,” agreed the others in unison before setting off towards the house.
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It was dark by the time the doctor left. Both Saya and Kenjiro were given some medicine for their wounds. The doctor had also determined that no significant damage had occurred to Miia’s hand as a result of doing chest compressions. However, she was given some pain medicine just in case. Shortly after the doctor left, Hana pulled Miia aside and told her about the conversation she had heard between Akira and Saya earlier and how it might have been the cause for Saya being out by herself. After finding out about what Akira had said, Miia confronted her and the two got in a huge fight with Akira storming off towards the beach and Miia storming off towards the room she was sharing with Saya.
“I can’t believe she said all those things to you,” yelled Miia as she sat down on the bed. “When we get back to Tokyo, she and I are done.”
“Don’t be so hard on her. She was just feeling jealousm” replied Saya as she sat down on the bed next to her. “Also, I don’t think everything she said was wrong.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I think that you spend so much time with me that you wind up sacrificing any chance you have of having a normal life. I’m just worried that one day you’ll wake up and start hating me for all the things you missed out on because of me.” As Saya turned to face Miia, she was greeted with a flick to the forehead. “Ow.”
“What you said just now is completely stupid,” replied Miia. “Not once have I ever felt like I was sacrificing my happiness for you nor have I ever thought of you as nuisance. Furthermore, I am the one who gets decide how and with whom I want to devote my time. I am not spending my time with you because I have to. I am doing it because I want to. You are more important to me than you’ll ever know, so hearing you say this stuff makes me sad.”
“I’m sorry,” muttered Saya.
“It’s alright,” said Miia as she got up.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go find Akira. I owe her an apology for making her feel jealous.” As Miia took a couple steps forward, she felt a slight tug on her good hand. Miia turned her head. “Is something wro…” but before she could finish her thought, the blond girl pulled her in and pressed her lips against hers. As they parted, Miia half expected to see Mai, but was shocked to see that both eyes were still blue. “What was that for Saya?”
“It was unfair of you to take my first kiss when I was unconscious so I thought I would do it over. That’s all it was. Noothing more and nothing less,” smiled Saya.
“That’s fair I guess,” stuttered a still stunned Miia. “Well I better get going now.”
“Good luck.” As soon as Miia was gone, Saya felt another sharp pain in her chest. “What is it with this heartburn today?” she muttered to herself.
Meanwhile on the other side of the door, Miia was leaning against the wall. As she stared at the ceiling, she said, “I really wish she hadn’t done that. That’s going to make what I have to do now much more difficult.”
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It was almost an hour later and Miia had still not returned. Beginning to get worried, Saya walked over to the bedroom door. She opened it just as Kenjiro was getting ready to knock. “Jiro, what can I do for you?”
“I was just getting ready to head down to the beach to check up on Akira and I was wondering if you wanted to join me?”
“Sure,” answered Saya. About twenty minutes later, they made it down to the beach. As the two looked around, they saw someone hiding over by the rock formation. The two crept up behind the person as quietly as they could. It wasn’t until they were a few feet behind that person that Saya recognized who it was. “Hana, what are you……mmmmfff,” uttered Saya as Hana grabbed her and placed a hand over her mouth.
“Do you want them to hear us?” whispered Hana as she slowly removed her hand from Saya’s mouth. Saya slowly peaked her head around the rock. Standing roughly thirty feet away from them were two figures. As the clouds in the night sky parted, the moonlight illuminated their faces. It was Akira and Miia.
“What are they doing?” whispered Kenjiro.
“There too far away for me to hear what their saying, but I think their making up,” answered Hana. The group of three then watched in stunned silence as Miia and Akira kissed under the moonlight. Seconds later the two turned towards where the others were hiding and began walking towards them. “Shit. Get down and stay quiet.” Saya and Kenjiro did as they were told. The group waited for the two to pass. Luckily for them, neither of the two girls noticed them. The small group waited another few minutes until they were sure that Miia and Akira were gone. “Well that was certainly interesting,” chuckled Hana as the group of three stepped out of the shadows and into the moon’s light
“Yeah,” agreed Kenjiro. “I guess we were worried about them for nothing. What do you think Saya?”
“I’m glad that they’re still together,” smiled Saya. Just then, she felt her chest begin to tighten and throb. “This darn heart burn just won’t go away,” sighed Saya as she clutched her chest. Suddenly a drop of water fell on her hand. “Is it raining?” As she looked down at the water droplet, a couple more fell onto her hand. “We should probably head back before the rain gets any worse.” As she shifted her gaze back to Kenjiro and Hana, she noticed that they each had shocked expressions. “What’s wrong guys?”
“It’s not raining sweetie,” answered Hana.
“Check your face,” replied Kenjiro.
“What are you guys talking about? It’s definitely raining. I can feel the drops.” Just to prove them wrong, Saya placed a hand to her cheek. It was wet. She then looked at the other two whose faces were completely dry. It took a couple more seconds for it to click. “I don’t understand,” she said smiling as she desperately wiped at the tears streaming down her face. “I’m happy that they’re together, so why am crying and why does my chest hurt?”
“Oh honey,” said Hana as she walked over and pulled Saya into a tight embrace. “What your experiencing right now is one of the many emotions that stem from love: heartbreak.”
“It hurts really bad,” sobbed Saya as she cried into Hana’s shoulder.
“I know sweetie,” choked Hana as she did her best not to cry.
Kenjiro felt powerless as he watched Saya cry her eyes out. Unable to take it anymore, he sat on the ground and put his hand up to his face. “I’m so sorry,” he cried softly under his breath over and over again. Kenjiro new that things could never go back to the way they were. In fact, things were about to get a bit more complicated from there on out.
To be continued… |
It all really started when Jamie was in her senior year in college at a large university and she unexpectedly became pregnant. Jamie had been a bit of a party girl in her first few years in school but in the last year or so she had really buckled down and made a serious effort to graduate with honors to have a better chance at getting into graduate school. Jamie was fairly certain she knew who the father of her baby was but she was not ready to tell him that she was pregnant. Jamie was so focused on school she couldn’t be bothered to worry about the concerns of having a baby right now. Jamie was able to put the thought behind her when she realised that she would graduate at least a month before giving birth. She could deal with this she thought to herself, besides not much would change in first few months anyway right?
Jamie was sure she could hide her pregnancy from everyone and continued to go to class as usual. About three weeks had passed without much incident from the time Jamie learned that she was pregnant but that was about to change. It all started one day when Jamie was sitting in her senior biology class and realised that she had pee, and bad. Jamie was no stranger to this, she had a bit of a storied past with being in situations like this and she often wondered why her she put herself in situations like this. If she had planned ahead Jamie would have chosen a different seat that was easier to get out of but on this day Jamie had no less than 10 people on either side of her sitting in a severely cramped auditorium. Jamie told herself that their was only 15 minutes left in the class and she could hold it. 10 minutes passed and Jamie was now in full on desperation mode. Jamie could not remember a time where she had become so desperate so fast.
Jamie was becoming extremely worried that she would not make it to the bathroom before peeing in her pants. Every time Jamie was desperate like this she would always think about that times that she actually had not made it to the bathroom on time. Most memorable were the incidents that occurred during her freshman year of college when she first discovered alcohol and nightclubs. Jaime smiled when she recalled the time she was at a club and was quite drunk when a random older guy was hitting on her relentlessly. Jamie was too nice to tell him to shove off, but she really wanted to get away from him and get home. To make it worse Jamie really needed to pee and she had already saw that the bathroom did not have an exterior door. Based on how relentless this guy was Jamie half expected he might follow her into the bathroom. Just then Jamie got an idea she couldn't believe she was actually considering. Jamie thought that if she peed her pants just enough that this guy could see she a wet spot on her pants she would finally have the excuse she needed to get away from the guy and get home. Jamie did not have time to consider this further as the alcohol had made the decision for her as she felt the bottom of her panties get warm. Jamie was wearing grey leggings that were quickly getting soaked as she tried to clamp down and stop peeing herself. Just then the guy noticed what was going on. Jaime had a good laugh when his face went pale, like he had seen a ghost. The guy never said another word to Jaime, he just walked away. The first part of her plan worked, though she was still peeing and she was not sure she would be able to stop. Jamie clamped down as hard as she could, putting her hand between her legs to help. Only then did Jamie realise how wet her pants already where! Jamie looked down and saw that two wet streaks on the inside of her thighs had reached down past her knees! Once outside in the cold air Jamie knew she was in trouble because she still had to pee, possibly more know than when she first let go in her pants. Jamie saw a nearby bench that sat back from the sidewalk and was situated over grass. Jamie knew instantly that this was her opportunity. Jamie sat down on the bench, relaxed her bladder, and started soaking her pants. Hot pee flooded through her panties and into the back of her grey leggings for what must have been a full minute. There was no hiding that fact that Jamie’s pants were soaked but she was too drunk to care. Jamie was enjoying her pants being quite warm when she spotted a girl who she knew lived in the same dorm that she did.
Jamie could not recall her name but noticed she was walking alone and hurried to catch up. Jamie tried to stay slightly behind this girl to hide her wet pants but as soon as they got under a street light Jamie noticed that she was not the only one in wet pants. This girl had an obvious wet spot on the back of her pants that looked like she wet herself sitting down. Jamie called to the girl and noticed that she was crying. When the girl saw Jamie she tired to hide the fact that her pants were wet but just like Jamie’s pants, there was no hiding it. Savannah started to cry when she noticed that Jamie had seen her wet pants. Jamie immediately gave the girl a hug and told her it was ok. Jamie remembered that the girls name was Savannah. Savannah saw Jamie’s wet pants and seemed to take some comfort in the fact that she was not alone. Savannah asked Jamie what happened to her. When Jamie told her first about the creeper guy and then about intentionally finishing peeing in her pants once outside Savannah began to cry again. Jamie knew that Savannah was quite drunk as well but did not know why she was crying until she saw the fresh streaks of pee running down Savanna’s jeans making its way to her feet and then pooling on the ground. Savanna peed in her pants for over a minute just standing in place. Jamie looked away to give Savanna some privacy but Jamie wondered if the Savanna’s tears were because she was actually upset or if it was just a distraction because as soon as she was finished relieving herself in her jeans Savanna’s sobs tuned into a smile as the two girls laughed about their “predicament” as they would call it in the future and walked home together.
Jamie smiled about this memory as she felt her panties get warm. Jamie quickly realised that she was still sitting in class and jammed her hand between her legs and squeezed as hard as she could to try to stop peeing. Jamie thought she stopped for a moment but then the teacher said something that was funny and Jaime could not help but suppress a small laugh. This was more than Jamie could handle and she felt wetness pooling in the seat of her chair, soaking her jeans. Just then the teacher dismissed the class but Jamie was not done peeing and she knew she could not stop now. Jamie remained in her seat and finished releasing her bladder into her pants. Jamie was mortified on the inside but did her best to make herself look normal to anyone around. Soon the room was empty and Jamie was able to assess her situation. Jamie saw that some of her pee had overflowed the seat and soaked into the carpet below her. Jamie was thankful that this happened when everyone got up to leave and no one could hear her pee splashing on the floor. When Jaime stood up she thanked herself for wearing dark shorts today. Jamie was able to make it out of the class and to her car without anyone noticing her pee soaked shorts.
When Jamie got home she pondered what had just happened to her. Jamie had been desperate hundreds of times before and while she was not stranger to wet panties, either on accident or by her own doing, she had never had a full on accident while she was awake. Jamie was concerned but she had to quickly shower and change as she had a dinner/ study session with some friends to get to. Jamie first picked out a light colored dress to wear but then recalling the days earlier incident she decided to go with a dark colored skirt instead.
When Jamie got home several hours later she immediately sat down in her chair and got on the computer. Jamie could feel her soaked skirt dampening the chair beneath her but she could not be bothered to worry about this now, she had to figure out what was happening to her. A few hours and several websites later Jamie learned that she was likely suffering from a type of incontinence that many pregnant women experience. Jamie felt a little better knowing her “incidents” were a symptom of her pregnancy but knew she would have to do something about it, after all she probably could only use the “I spilled a drink on myself” line with her friends about one more time before they called bullshit.
The next day Jamie went to the store knowing exactly what she needed to buy. During her research she had come across many women who swore by a product made by a brand she had never heard of before called Tenna. Jamie had heard of poise products before but this was supposed to be a better brand, more suited for her specific type of issue. Other women on the forums mentioned that they can lose their bladder control and slowly empty their entire bladder into these pads. Jamie purchased the most absorbent version of the pads, just to be on the safe side, or so she told herself.
Jamie got back home and opened the pack of her new protection and decided that she should try one on. Jamie could not beleive how thick the pad was as she secured it into her thin panties. Jamie pulled her panties up with the pad inside and the pad touched her for the first time. Jamie couldn’t decide how she felt about it about the feeling but Jamie suppressed a mischievous smile when she realised that she had not peed since before she went to the store. |
The petite brown mouse shifted uncomfortably in the driver’s seat of her SUV. An empty water bottle discarded on the passenger’s side combined with the mostly empty sonic drink in the cup holder gave away why. Audrey looked back out the front window, noticing traffic had moved slightly and letting her foot off the brake to scoot her car forward a couple feet. She pressed the brake again gently, trying to ease her car back to a stop, avoiding any sort of abrupt motion.
Adjusting her glasses, she checked her phone’s map again. hat had started as a slightly yellow and green line had darkened to a deep red over the course of her drive. It had been simple, really. The Target near her home had run out of a chair that was on clearance but would be a perfect fit for her living room. She'd been so excited to find out one across town, a thirty minute drive away but still faster than ordering it online, had the chair in stock. It was on hold, but unluckily for the young woman so was traffic. Some sort of wreck had happened early on that had brought her drive to a standstill.
Had Audrey known this was going to happen, she'd never have picked up such a large drink, given her small stature, a route 44 was ridiculous. She also would've gone to the bathroom after downing her water bottle, before she'd left the other target. Instead, she'd sucked down both. The strawberry limeade she'd picked up to make her supposedly short trip more enjoyable had gone down so smooth on the warm day. She'd even started crunching on the ice when traffic had begun to really stack, but foolishly hadn't exited the highway. Now everything inched along at a snail’s pace. Everything that was except for the drinks she had pumped into herself without a second thought.
She'd begun to grow concerned about twenty minutes prior when she realized traffic hadn't moved beyond a crawl in over ten minutes, and a noticeable pressure had started to grow from just below her belly button. The last twenty minutes had not been kind. Traffic was boring to sit in, giving little focus on but the steady and inevitable drip from her stomach to her bladder. Even worse, when she shifted she could still feel a distinct slosh coming from her belly. She was already so full, but more was forcing itself into her taut organ. Nervously, she began to chew her lip as she looked around. Her whiskers were starting to quiver with anticipation. The seat belt dug in cruelly, but it was hard keep it off. Things were becoming dire as she undid the top button on her jeans. They were one of those three button numbers that made her stomach look nice and flat, but didn't help at all in a situation like this. With no relief in sight, she fiddled with the second button, before undoing it as well. That had helped. To hell with it. The third button was next. The form fitting t shirt she wore did nothing to hide the small pudge that seemed to be growing in her abdomen. That had bought her time, but she wasn't sure how much. Audrey began to fidget with her hair, curling her coppery locks around her fingers.
A honk brought her attention back to the road as she gingerly moved her car forward. Her exit was in sight!
“Eep!” she squeaked as her bladder gave a particularly strong signal. Her zipper remained in place for the moment, but deciding to throw all modesty out the window, she pulled out down, sighing at the very noticeable relief. That had reduced her strain massively, but the battle wasn't over yet, not by a long shot. Despite the exit coming into view, with how slow traffic was moving there was just no telling how long it would take to get to there. She clenched her legs together tightly. Anything to hold back the growing tide.
Slowly but surely, traffic trudged onward.
The clock seemed to be moving in slow motion while the mouse’s kidneys worked double time, constantly drizzling in more and more urine. The thirty minute drive had rapidly devolved into what was now over an hour long ordeal. While undoing her zipper five minutes earlier had helped then, any benefit there had been seemed to be disappearing. Audrey was starting to have trouble sitting still. It seemed like her pants, even with the zipper down, were just too tight on her poor bladder. She held the seat belt off what was now a noticeable budge as best she could, but the simple reality was becoming very clear. She was running out of time.
Determinedly, Audrey pressed on, trying in vain to focus on something other than the growing ocean inside of her. Focusing on anything else, however, was nearly impossible. A pulse seemed to be emanating throughout her body. “Ah!” A high pitched moan escaped her mouth as a violent wave or urgency over took her. Startled, she made the mistake of jumping up slightly. When she flopped back down, a few drops escaped. The little mouse was positively desperate. She needed to relieve herself, and if she wasn't able to find somewhere to take care of it, her body would be deciding for her soon enough.
Finally, Audrey began the slow crawl down the exit ramp. One more mile. Five more minutes. Then she could let go. Just five more minutes. Surely she could hold out that long.
She eyed the sonic cup. The remaining ice had melted, leaving about a fifth of the cup full of water. That could be an option, but she'd had to drink the rest if the water. The idea of putting any more liquid in her was just too daunting. Why in the hell had she gotten a route 44 sized drink?
The next five minutes were torture in its purest form. Free of the traffic that had put Audrey in this position in the first place, she realized she had to let her seatbelt go back where it was supposed to fit. As the fabric snapped against her abdomen, she nearly cried out. Against her will, a small trickle of piss began leak out, pooling in her panties. She was starting to lose control. In a final act of defiance against herself, Audrey shoved her hand down her pants and against her pee hole. She felt her bladder flex desperately, trying to push out more pee, but dammit she would hold it in by force if she had to. The little mouse was not going to piss her pants.
As her SUV rounded the last corner into the Target parking lot, Audrey almost wept in relief. It was almost over. She parked her car as close to the entrance as she could. That was when she remembered the state of her pants. She couldn't go in with her pants totally unzipped and unbuttoned, and hand shoved down holding back a veritable sea of liquid. It would look ridiculous. Cautiously, she tightened her muscles and pulled back her hand. When that worked, she went to pull up her zipper. It hurt, but she managed. Now the tough part. Those damn buttons.
Painstakingly, Audrey wriggled the first button on. Her bladder protested but she pushed forward, pressing her hand against herself from the outside, while getting the second button on with her free hand. Okay, that was done. Now she just had to make it to the actual toilet. She opened her door, grabbed her purse, and stepped outside. Gravity hit like a truck. Involuntarily, she squeezed her legs tightly together, and bounced lightly on the balls of her feet. It worked enough.
Audrey took short, smooth steps towards the entrance. Nothing that would jostle her already fragile state. It seemed like literally everything she had drank had gone straight through, and was now begging for release. What had seemed like a mile long walk began to shorten into something manageable. Despite all her caution, a few drips began to make their way free, but she pressed forward. Soon, she stepped through the automatic doors and into the glorious air conditioning. Looking left, then right, she spotted the restrooms sign, and could have cried with joy. Soon, soon, soon, the young woman thought fervently.
As she approached the bathroom, the drips turned into a more frequent trickle. She stepped across the threshold of the women's bathroom. The first toilet stall stood, door open, as if it was inviting her in. Her bladder chose that moment to make it clear it was done waiting. While she'd contained things to a small trickle, a strongly spasm pushed out a much larger flow. Audrey's eyes grew to the size of saucers. She didn't think any further as she nearly leaped into the stall, tore her pants down, and began to piss in a long, seemingly endless stream.
Audrey sat back, relaxing totally on the toilet, tongue lolling out of her mouth I'm utter relief. God, it felt so unbelievably good to just have let go. An almost orgasmic sense of pleasure radiated out through her body, and she gave a low, quiet moan.
As she finished up, she took a look at her panties. Well, those were wrecked. They looked drenched. She took them off and threw them away. Her pants, remarkably, weren't too bad, despite their light hue. There was a small wet spot, but after putting them back on, she couldn't see it from the front or behind in the mirror. Audrey smiled as she left the bathroom. She'd made it, and now she could get her damn chair, having only lost a pair of panties for her trouble. Next time, she'd just order the damn thing online. |
“Bye Mom, thanks for the ride” 15-year-old Erin said as she hopped out of her mother’s min van, carrying a neatly folded towel in her hand. She was wearing her newly purchased pool-side attire--an opaque white beach dress and a green bikini—for her first pool outing of the season with two of her friends. She was being dropped off by her mom at her friend Marie’s house. Erin noted her other friend, Samantha, was already there as she knocked on the door. Quickly, Marie answered the door and let Erin in.
“Oh great you’re here! Are you ready to go to the pool, my mom said she can take us right now but we need to go fast because she needs to pick up my brother.”
Erin replied, “Oh yeah, I am ready. Can I use the restroom real quick though, I had a lot to drink this morning because of the heat!”
Before, Marie could answer, her mother came into the room and interrupted the conversation, “Girls, we need to go NOW, I’m already going to be late picking up Marie’s brother.”
Marie just shrugged at Erin, as the group followed Marie’s mother out the door. The girls piled into Marie’s mother’s SUV and they began their journey to the pool. Erin, decided not to push the issue, she was sure she could hold it until she got to the pool. It was important for Erin to feel mature around her friends. She was the youngest of them (the others were already 16) and was, until recently, the slowest to develop. For the last couple of years, she watched as her friends developed physically and started to wear clothes which accentuated their features. Specifically, bikinis were something she was envious of in years prior, she just felt out of place before this year.
Erin had spent weeks during the spring finding the perfect bikini. She was a rather small girl, and her features were proportional to her body. But for some reason, in her size, it was so difficult for her to find a combination of top and bottom which she felt secure in and looked good. She had finally found one and convinced her mom to purchase it for her at the comparatively high price of $30. This was the most expensive piece of swimwear she ever purchased, but she saw how it made her daughter beam with confidence so she bought it for her. This was Erin’s first opportunity to show off the bikini, and the fact that she had become a woman, she was excited.
Erin’s thoughts about her bikini were interrupted by a small twinge from her bladder, reminding her that she needed to pee. “Hey, about how long are we from the pool?” Erin asked.
“Oh about 15 minutes are so, you doing alright back there” Marie’s mom replied
“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just excited to get there!” Erin lied
The truth was she was starting to get worried about her need to pee, and the nerves were not helping the desperation. While it wouldn’t be fair to say she had a “history” of wetting herself, Erin was no stranger with close runs to the toilet. Erin was a small girl, and she had a small bladder to go with that. Often times, she let her taste for drinks(particularly coffee) get ahead of her body’s ability to regulate urine. She often arrived just in time, leaking a little pee into her underwear along the way. Usually, nobody noticed.
Marie and Samantha were chatting along aside Erin(Erin was in the left most seat, Marie was in the middle, and Samantha was on the right) as she was becoming increasingly focused on holding her pee. While she hadn’t needed to resort to holding herself yet, she was actively clenching her thighs to hold it in. Samantha looked over at Erin and asked, “Erin are you alright, you seem a little tense and quiet”
Erin smiled and tried to loosen up before saying, “Oh, I’m fine. I just need to pee a little bit haha.”
Samantha and Marie offered their sympathy to Erin and they started talking about some gossip from school.
**THUD** Suddenly, the SUV jumped up a bit, Marie’s mom gasped saying, “Sorry girls I think we hit a little pot hole. The car is ok”
Everyone was fine, but Erin was leaning forward grasping onto her crotch for dear life. For a solid second upon hitting the pot hole, Erin had lost control of her bladder into her Bikini. She could feel a few droplets of pee break through the nylon and onto her fingers. Nobody really acknowledged Erin’s position (though Marie gave her another sympathetic glance) but she certainly felt embarrassed. Nobody could notice yet, unless they stared directly into her crotch which was now tightly closed behind her thighs, but she had just leaked pee into her bikini. It was always embarrassing for her, as she got older, when she leaked like that, but she especially did not want to wet anymore in her brand-new bikini. At least until she could get into the pool, it would be extremely noticeable if her bikini was prematurely wet. Unlike her normal outfit of blue jeans and a sweater, her bikini offered no coverage to even small leaks.
Erin recognized landmarks near as they neared the pool. Her desperation had subsided a bit, but she was still extremely tense as she was trying to hold her pee. Her legs were beginning to shake uncontrollably and her crotch grew warm with desperation. Erin needed to get to a toilet fast.
Just as another wave of desperation came in, they pulled into the pool’s parking lot. The girls got out and approached the gate to the pool. The pool was worryingly empty, and their worries were confirmed as they found a sign which read, “POOL CLOSED FOR CLEANING”
“Damn, Samantha said. I guess we will have to come back tomorrow.”
Marie shrugged and her mother said, “Well I was going to leave you girls here at the pool, but we need to go get your brother now Marie, let’s go girls. It’s only five minutes up the road.”
Although she managed to maintain her composure on the outside, Erin was beginning to get extremely worried. She figured it would now be at least 20 minutes until they got home, and she didn’t think she had that much time left until the dam burst. Her heart beat was elevated and she could feel beads of sweat forming on her eyebrow. This was going to be a long ride.
“Who is your brother anyway” Samantha asked turning toward Marie.
“Oh his name is James.”
“Oh wait, you mean James from the soccer team right. He is cute!”
Marie just shrugged off Samantha’s teasing, Erin kind of giggled along. She knew who James was, she was not aware that she was Marie’s brother. Erin also had a bit of a crush on the 17 year old soccer player. She was only 15(a sophomore) so she didn’t think she had a chance with him, but she wanted to make a good first impression. That would be very difficult with her current desperate predicament.
The first part of the drive past quickly, they arrived at the soccer field and James joined his mother in the front seat. They chatted about his day, soccer, etc.
James looked back, and looked specifically at Erin and said, “You girls look nice today”. Erin blushed as Samantha spoke up, “hehe Thanks James!”.
Erin was secretly proud that she had garnered a compliment in her new bikini, but she was more focused on her ever pressing need to urinate. Erin had endured many desperate twinges and shocks to the system without further leaks, but her tolerance was dwindling. As the car came to a stop at a red light, Erin breathed in quickly as her body had a small spasm and released a spurt of pee. She had to hold herself again, she felt the stain from earlier get rewet and the tips of her fingers get warm with little droplets of pee. She managed to stem the flow again, but she didn’t have much longer.
“Um, How long is it gonna be until we get home?” Erin inquired, trying her best to not let her voice sound strained as she further increased the tenseness of her legs.
“Oh we are about ten minutes away”
“Ok” was all Erin could reply, she was becoming increasingly strained by the second. She did not think ten minutes was possible. Erin, though a mostly mentally mature girl, did have one glaring pants wetting incident. It had been Halloween night a few years ago(she was eleven at the time), she held it too long while trick or treating and wet herself while trying to run home. At this point, her desperation had long surpassed that night. She credited her ability to hold to the fact that she could apply more direct pressure to herself in the bikini than she could her complicated Halloween costume(which was a dress in the styling of Hermione from Harry Potter. She had the natural red hair for it). Erin was having to hold herself every thirty seconds now. She was shaking and her hair had become frizzy as she was becoming more and more anxious with her desire to void her bladder. The usually calm, composed girl was starting to lose her composure. Expectedly, Marie(sat next to her) took notice of the situation.
“Are you gonna be ok Erin…I haven’t seen anyone hold themselves like that since grade school.” She said teasingly.
“Honestly I have to go really bad, I’m not sure I can hold it”.
“Erin honey, if you really need to go please sit on your towel so it doesn’t get wet”
“Oh I’m sure she will be fine. Just hold it a little longer Erin.”
The sympathy from the others in the car only made Erin more nervous. She felt as if every move she made was now under scrutiny. Marie and Samantha didn’t want to get pee on them, Marie’s mother certainly didn’t want any urine on her seats. Erin’s crotch felt exceedingly hot with desperation. The friction she was creating with her thighs was immense, but her muscles were beginning to weaken.
A few more minutes passed and Erin leaked again. This time it was a small leak she almost couldn’t stop. Very similar to her past accident on Halloween which started as an unctorllable small trickle. Fortunately, she was able to quicjly cut it off. At this point, the crotch of her bikini was undeniably wet. Anyone who looked would plainly notice that the girl had wet herself. This level of exposure was not something Erin was used to. Typically, when she had little leaks, they, at worst, saturated her panties and left small marks on her pants. The amount of pee she had released today wasn’t much more than her typical leaks, but the embarrassment would be far more if she leaked any further.
“How long now?” Erin asked, the pitch of her voice had totally changed now. She sounded hoarse and on the verge of tears.
Marie’s mom looked back sympathetically and said, “Oh sweetheart, we are just a few minutes away. Please try to hold it.”
Erin nodded her head weakly in reply. She would certainly try to hold it. At this point, her hand was constantly resting at her crotch. She was liberally holding herself with one hand to apply pressure and stop any further leakage. It worked for a few minutes, but she was becoming extremely despeate again. Her full body was now shaking, in rebellion to her refusal to let the urine out of her bladder.
Again Erin asked, “How far are we away, I thought you said a few minutes. It has been five!” Erin said. She sounded like a child now, there was a distinct desperation to her voice.
Marie’s mom said, “I’m sorry honey, just a couple more minutes I promise”
“Ugh it’s not fair I have to go so bad. Can you please stop and let me pee”. Erin said. She was now beginning to lose it. She leaked again and grabbed on with both hands.
Marie’s mom said, “Erin please sit on the towel in case you can’t hold it. Nowhere around here is safe to pee. You are fifteen years old you just need to hold it a couple more minutes”
Erin felt dejected. She was expected to hold it as a mature fifteen-year-old. There in her brand-new bikini, the once lime green crotch had now darkened, the entire situation served as a reminder to Erin that she was behind in the development of her peers. Had she been a younger child, she may have gotten away with pulling off to the side and peeing on the street, but she was expected to hold it now. That would be considered public nudity at her age, not a child avoiding an accident.
With that thought, Erin began to lose the battle entirely. Suddenly, a three second torrent of urine erupted from her pee hole an sprayed through her bikini and into her hands. Marie immediately took notice and gasped, “Erin oh my god get the towel. I can’t believe this…” Samantha looked over shocked, the wetness on Erin’s bikini had spread up toward the waistband and a good amount of the pee stained the seat. Erin shoved her towel between her legs and managed to stop the flow again.
“Erin you can do it, we are pulling into the neighborhood now”. Erin recognized the styling of the houses, it was indeed her friend’s neighborhood that her mother had dropped her off at earlier.
Erin’s second of hope was interrupted by another bladder spasm, this time she leaked a slower, but persistent leak for a solid three seconds, most of it seeped into the towel, only a little running down onto the cloth seats. In one last desperate attempt to hold it, Erin abandoned all civility and furiously stuffed both of her hands into the inside of her bikini’s waistband, directly grabbing her crotch. Tears were now running down her face. She truly looked like a little child in grown up clothes. The smallest of the group at 4’11, anatomically perhaps it was no surprise that this incident had befallen her.
Marie couldn’t hide her slight disgust at Erin’s method of holding, “Honestly, Erin. It would be more dignified at this point if you just let go.”
“No! I can hold it until we get home, there’s the house”. It was true they were approaching the home. She might make it to the bathroom yet without fully disgracing herself. But as the car slowed and they pulled into the driveway, and Erin attempted to shift her weight to get out of the car, she completely lost it. “NO!” she screamed in a shrill voice as spurts of pee began to shoot out of her and into the towel. In a vain attempt to get out of the still moving car while holding it, she made the situation worse. Maire had to pull her back from jumping out the car, causing Erin to lose the protection of the towel. In the same instant, as Erin’s butt fell back into the seat, she completely lost it. Hot pee began to constantly stream out of her bikini, down her legs, onto the seat, and onto the floor. She was crying and going into the early stages of a panic attack as she continued to have her accident. There in front of her friends, her crush, and her friend’s mom.
Marie’s mom was yelling something about the towel, but Erin just continued to sob as pee continued to stream from her for 35 seconds. The whole time she held herself and attempted several “potty dances “to hold it, but none were effective. She couldn’t stem the flow until her bladder was entirely emptied.
At that point the evidence of her wetting was obvious to anyone. There was a large puddle of urine that had managed to pool on the carpeting of the car floor. She couldn’t believe this had happened to her. Her entire bikini was wet, it literally felt like she had just exited the pool. But it was a shameful wetness she had rarely felt since she was potty trained as a young girl. Her feet were wet and her legs began to itch from the warm urine. Marie’s mom tried to comfort her daughters friend. “There there, she said. I’ll call your mom to pick you up and make sure she brings you some dry clothes.”
“I’m so sorry about the seats, I don’t know what happened to the towel.” Erin managed to say between sobs.
“Marie had an accident like that when she was 8 years old in the same car on the way home from a ballet recital. I know a cleaner that will get it right out. It’s no big deal, this can happen to anyone”
Erin felt comforted, but as she entered the house (with a fresh towel wrapped around her) both of her friends were being a little standoffish. Erin had stopped crying but was still extremely embarrassed and red faced about the incident. She overheard Marie’s mom on the phone
“Hey Carol(Erin’s mom) can you go ahead and pick Erin back up. The pool was closed, I would be happy to watch her but there was a bit of an incident. Oh no, she is ok, she just needs a new pair of clothes. She had a little bit of an accident in the car on the ride home. Yes I suppose she held it a little to long, it is completely fine, the seats are fine. All right we will see you soon.”
“Alright let’s get you out of those peed clothes.” Marie’s mom said. She lead Erin back to the bathroom and asked her to wait there. She returned and gave her a towel, a pair of shorts, and an oversized t-shirt. She used the towel to dry off the rest of the urine from her crotch and legs. The shorts fit well, but they felt odd without underwear, she was not used to wearing nylon shorts like this.
“Ok, that should do you until you get home. I’m so sorry that happened to you, make sure you shower when you get home”
Erin appreciated the care from her friend’s mother, but she was ready to get home and take a shower to put this day behind her. She exited the room and was, surprisingly, met by James. James looked a little shy but said, “Hey don’t worry what people say to you about that. They are just looking for reasons to one up you. Do you want to go to the dance with me next week?”
Erin was shocked, she had never been asked out before, let alone by a senior boy to an exclusive dance.
“Umm, yes I would love to go with you!”. Erin and Peter talked for the next few minutes until Erin’s mom arrived. She asked her about the accident, but Erin had already moved on. Her mind was focused on getting ready for her date with Peter. |
Hi! I’ve been a member of this fantastic community for a long time and have even become Internet friends with a couple of members here. I’ve written a few stories, but that was years ago and they seem to have disappeared. I wanted to give back to the community, so here’s some new content. My intention is to make this an ongoing series, but that depends on how the story is received, as well as how much free time I have. Anyway, here’s “The New Hire, Part One.” I hope you like it!
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He noticed the new hire almost immediately. How could he not? She was petite and cute, maybe 5’4” and all of one hundred five pounds soaking wet, with long lustrous brown hair and a smile that would melt ice on the coldest winter day. The supervisor introduced her as Sara as he brought her around the office during her employment initiation, and Jason was immediately smitten.
He guessed Sara would be issued the cubicle diagonally in front of his to the right, for the simple reason it was the only one currently available in the office. It had stood empty since John Moeller’s firing for insubordination, and he hoped he was right because Sara would be a whole lot more pleasant to look at than that asshole Moeller.
The company was not known for generosity toward its employees, and Jason knew that following her four-hour initiation Sara would be expected to complete her workday just like everyone else. As one o’clock approached, and the end of lunch hour, Jason smiled. The new hire appeared and began dressing up her workspace with a couple of framed personal photos and a small potted plant.
Then she got to work. Sara adjusted her brand-new headset and sat cross-legged at her desk as she waited for the first call to come in. Jason and Sara were employed at Gentex as customer service representatives, their duties consisting of dealing with clients who were experiencing difficulties with their software before routing the calls to other technical reps if they wee unable to solve the customers’ problem. The nature of the job meant relatively long calls, with each rep spending upward of forty-five minutes to an hour on each call.
Due to the positioning of the cubicles, Jason was the only person in the office who could see Sara, but he had an unobstructed view of virtually her entire workspace. She was dressed in a plain white blouse and conservative, knee-length floral patterned skirt. She doodled on her desk blotter as she worked, tucking her hair behind an ear in what looked like a subconscious gesture.
And her right leg was swinging back and forth. Back and forth.
To a life-long observer of female desperation like Jason, the motion was a classic sign of someone who needed the toilet. But that was impossible. There was no way Sara’s four-hour initiation hadn’t included showing her the location of the restrooms: just twenty-five feet away in the hallway outside the office.
And even if by some odd circumstance she hadn’t been given that information, Sara had just returned from her hour-long lunch break. Surely if she needed to pee, she would have gone at lunch, right?
Jason decided he must be imagining things.
By two o’clock he’d changed his mind. There was no question the new hire needed to pee. She’d completed her first call and moved on to her second, and now she sat with her sensible flat shoes on the floor, her butt perched on the front edge of her wheeled desk chair. Her right heel tapped on the floor incessantly as her knee bounced while she worked.
Jason had been doing his job for a long time and was more than able to assist his clients while following the adventure taking place in Sara’s cubicle. He was the only person in the office who could see Sara, but there was no question she KNEW he could see her, and yet there she was, bouncing her knee like a little girl who was being forced to wait for the toilet until she finished her homework.
At first Jason was bewildered that someone would be so obvious about her need, but then it occurred to him that her distress would only be clear to someone like him, with years of experience searching out women who needed to pee. No one else would likely even notice Sara’s movements, or at last the significance of those movements would be lost to them.
By three o’clock, Sara was approaching the limit of her ability to hold in her pee. It was obvious. Her legs were re-crossed tightly, and while she was still sitting on the front edge of her chair she was bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth. Her movements were quick and jerky, and she nibbled on her lower lip as she assisted her client.
Unless she had an extremely small bladder or had drunk an enormous amount of liquid at lunch – or both - Jason doubted she’d peed since before leaving for work this morning.
She was holding it intentionally. There was no other explanation.
Sara bounced at her desk and nibbled on her lip and hung up her phone. Looked out at the hallway and back at the phone and Jason could almost read her mind. I really need to pee. Should I go now, before the phone rings again, or should I wait?
The phone began flashing, forcing Sara’s hand, but it didn’t really matter. The call would be routed to another customer service rep if Sara didn’t answer after two rings, so she could still go pee if she needed to. She bounced and squirmed and glanced again at the hallway.
Then she answered the call, and Jason was in love.
Or at least in lust.
And he thought, I really need to get to know this girl… |
Serena was getting ready for her first day of school. She was a very pretty girl of average height, and had a slender build and long blonde hair. Serena was fourteen years old and was about to start her first day of grade nine at Jessica Jameson highschool. Serena was very excited about high school, but not for academic reasons. Serena never cared much for school. Instead, her interests lied with all the highschool parties she would finally gt to start attending. Shes was finally old enough to get to go to one and she couldn't wait.
Serena lived with a girl named Emily. Emily was Serena's best friend since childhood. She was seventeen years old, and was starting her first day of grade twelve. She had beautiful long brown hair and is relatively tall for her age. Unlike Serena, Emily was very academic. She stayed away from drugs and other risky behaviour, and insted focused on her all A+ report cards. She tried to encourage Serena to do the same.
The two had lived in the same neighboorhood since they were very young, which is where they met and became friends. They very recently also became house mates. Serena's parents had died in a car crash when she was a baby, so she went to go live with her grandmother. A couple months before her grade eignt year was over, Serena's grandmother also passed away. With nowhere to go, Emily's family invited Serena to come live with them, which Serena graciously accepted. Emily's parents were both in the military, so they spent a lot of time over seas. They had just been deployed this past summer, which meant that there was only Serena and Emily living in the house currently, which didn't bother them one bit. The two girls always though of each other as sisters, considering neither of them had any biological brothers and sisters. The two were really enjoying their time living together.
Serena was walking about her room in her pink bra and panties, looking for the perfect thing to wear on her first day. She eventually settled on an orange tank top and short shorts. She grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs for breakfast. "Mornin' Em!" She said to Emily, who was already eating. "Hey Serena! You excited for your first day?" "I can't wait to get to go to highschool!" Serena yelled. "The cute boys, the parties.." "Hold on there." Emily interjected. "It's ok to have fun, but i don't want you getting into trouble. My parents are away and they trusted me to look after you."
"I know i know." Serena Replied in an annoyed tone. "I won't do anything too bad." She Said as she rolled her eyes playfully. "That's a good girl" Emily replied as she patted Serena on her head. The two girls finished breakfast, then they walked to school together.
School started out very boring for Srena. Her fist two periods were math and science, her least favorites subjects. Things didn't start to get interesting for her until lunch time. As she was crouching at her locker arranging how she would organise her books, she saw someone standing over her. He was a tall skinny boy with basketball shoes and sunglasses on. He also wore a whitetank top and sagging jeans. She got up to talk to him. "Umm, hello." Serena said sheepishly. "Hey i'm Danny. I've seen you around,and you're really pretty." Serena Blushed a little and smiled coyly. "Well anyway," Danny continued. "I'm having a party at my place this friday night. Kind of a start of school thing. Here's my address, hope you can make it." Danny handed Serena a small piece of paper and walked away.
Serena couldn't believe what happened to her. She had just been invited to a party at Danny Berkowitz's house. Danny was one of the most famous sophomores in the school, and he invited her to party. Of course Emily knew all about Danny and his parties and would never let her go. So Serena spent the second part of her school day thinking of excuses.
When School ended, Serena immediately rushed home to tell Emily her fake excuse about the party. Serena arrived home first. Emily had stayed behind to chat with some friends, and arrived home a little while later. "Hey Serena, how was the first day of highschool? Teachers weren't to tough on your first day?" Emily said jokingly. "No they were ok." Serena replied. "Hey Em, is it alright if i go to a study group this friday night at the library with some friends?" "What time will you be out until, and who will you be with?" Emily asked. "Well, we plan on studying really hard, so like elevenish." Emily gave a concerned look. "Please Em, I'm grown up enough, after all i'm a highschooler now. And besides, Jamal will be there." Emily thought for a minute. "Well you are very trustworthy, and if Jamal is going then i guess it's fine." Jamal was a kid in Serena's grade she knew from middle school. He was very studious, responsible and hardworking. Emily often encouraged Serena to hang out with him, hoping some of his work ethic would rub off on her."Thanks Em! You're the best!" Serena cried as she hugged Emily.
Friday night was finally here and Serena had just gotten dressed for the party. She wore her shortest pair of short shorts, and a low cut white tank top she borrowed from Emily. "That's what you're wearing to the libray?" Emily asked curiously. "Uhh yeah." Serena replied nervously. "Well i'd say you're a tad underdressed, but anyway have fun." Emily walked to the bus stop. She then bused towards Danny's house. He lived rather far from the school, so the trip was about an hour.
When Serena Arrived she didn't know what to expect. No one greeted her at the door. She just walked in and heard loud music blearing. People were all over dancing, smoking, and what caught caught her immediate attention was the ammount of alcohol. Serena didn't recognise anyone so she just went to the table with beer. She started out drinking one. This was her first time drinking alcohol and she found the taste rather pleasant. When she finished the first beer she looked around to see a group of people she could talk to. Evryone seemed to be doing their thing and Serena was too shy to engage anyone. So she decide to have another beer. And then another... Until she had drank five whole cans. At this poinjt she was feeling very drunk. It felt like the room was spinning. She knew she made a mistake coming here. She decided to call Emily to pick her up, hoping she wouldn't be too mad. She dialed Emily's number and Emliy answered. "Hello." "Uhh, h-hey em. It's Serena."
"Oh hey Serena, how's studying going?" "Umm, about that. I didn't go to the library. I went to a party at Danny Berkowitz's house. I'm really drunk. Could you pick me up?" Emily became furious after hearing this. "Serena! I- i trusted you! Do you know how stupid this is!? Fine, i'll be there soon. Don't drink anything else." Serena was worried about what emily would do when she arrived, but she was relieved to be getting a ride home.
After the phone call ended Serena noticed her bladder was rather full from all that alcohol. She went to the bathroom and saw a long que of girls fidgeting and waiting their turn to pee. (All the guys were just going in the backyard.) She got in line and waitied as frantic girls waited to go in, and came out looking all relieved. As Serena waited longer and longer she noticed her need to pee was rapidly increasing. By the time she got to the front of the line she was fidgeting a litte. As soon as the girl before her came out Serena was going to go in but suddenly someone grabbed her arm. Serena looked up, and there was a steaming mad Emily. All she said, in a grunting tone was "We're leaving!" "But Em, i need to pee..." "I said now." Serena knew she had better do what Emily said, so she went with her to her car.
The car ride started out with a couple minutes of silence. Until Emily finally broke it. "What were you thinking? Do you know how dumn and dengerous parties like this are? There's drugs, and- and all sorts of nasty guys!" "But Emily I just wanted to have some fun." Serena replied like a little girl being scolded by her mother. "What hurts most about this is that you lied to me. That really wasn't very cool." The next few moments were silent until Serena's need to pee became urgent. "Umm Emily, i need to pee rediculously bad from all the beer, can you pull over somewhere?" Emily did a quick look around for an exit, but then a brilliant idea popped into her head.
"Serena." She said in a devious tone. "You know that alcohol is diuretic, meaning it makes you really need to pee when you have it." "Oh i know it, believe me." Serena replied. "well, i thinks that since you went behind my back to go drink alcohol at a party, there's no better punishment than the natural punishment of beer on your bladder. In other words, i'm not gonna let you pee until we arrive home." "Y-you're kidding?" Serena asked in horror." "Nope." Emily replied with a slight smile on her face.
Serena was absolutely bursting. She didn't know what to do. What could she do? She'd just have to hold it. Serena was shaking her legs and trying not to think about her bladder too much. She looked around to see how the traffic was. The streets were practically bumper to bumper goind towards their house. "How did you get here so quick?" Serena asked. "Well there was a hockey game tonight and these are all people coming back. The streets toward Danny's house were clear." "You knew the streets wuld be like this before my punishment, didn't you?" Serena asked sngrily. Emily just smiled again.
Traffic was moving very slowly, and Serenas need to pee was rapidly increasinging. By now she was grabbing her crtch with both hands and moving around frantically in her seat. She really regretted wearing those tight little short short that were digging into her full bladder. Serena did all she could on the highway until they finally got to the exit that takes them to their house. Serena as relieved. They were out of the gridlock traffic, and would soon be home where she could relieve herself.
A couple minutes later Serena notced the car stop. She looked up thinking she was finally home, but then realised that she was in a McDonalds parking lot. Her eyes lit up thinking that Emily had given in and would let her use the bathroom. "Finally a bathroom!" SHe cried in joy. "No." Emily replied sternly. "I'm going to get a coke. You stay here. Emily left and went in. Serena sat there grabbing her crotch. The little detour would cause her to have to wait a little longer. She sat there in agony holding herself, wondering if she'd make it. A few minutes later Emily returned holding two drinks. "I got you a large coke." "Uhh, thanks." Serena replied confused. "While i was in there i also took a leak. Boy did it feel good." Emily said mockingly, knowing it woul torture poor Serena. "Can we please go now?" Serena whined." "Not until you finish your drink. We're not moving an inch until you drink it all." Serena looked up with a look of sheer terror. She knew there was no point arguing so she began to chug.
She chugged a big sip. Then another. She could feel the liquid making it's way ro her buldging bladder. It took her a couple minutes but she finally finished. "There, now can we go pa-lease?" Emily stated the car. Serena was at her limit squirming in her seat, holding back an occean of warm pee. A few minutes later they pulled into their house. As soon as the car stpped, Serena ran to the door, unlocked it and ran to the bathroom. Emily ran in after her, and just before Serena got in the bathroom, Emily grabbed her hand. "Hold on a second there." Em, please i'm about to piss myself!" Serena begged. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes" "You lied to me, and did a very stupid thing." "I'm sorry!" Serena was in a frantic pee pee dance as Emily blocked her door. Emily smiled a little. "You know it's funny, earlier this week you were talking about how grown up you were, but now you have trouble holding your pee like a litle girl." Just then, a spurt releas from Serena's Bladder. "Oh no!" Then another, and then she began a full power stream. It soaked through her panties and then formed a big wetspot on her shorts before running down her legs and forming a big puddle on the ground. Serena began sobbing. Emily felt really bad about what she did.
"I'm so sorry Serena. I didn't know you had to go this urgently." Serena didn't say anything. "I wasn't trying to embarrass you. I was jut trying to punish you for going to that party. You know, it really hurt me that you lied to me, you're like my sister." "I'm really sorry i lied and went to party." The two girls hugged and made up. "Now." said Emily compassinately. "Let's get you cleaned up, and how about i make some popcorn and we have a movie night?" Serena nodded her head in agreement and smiled. |
Hey everyone! Over on my deviantart, I do a sort of weekly writing challenge where I write a short fic each weekday for a certain week. I typically stick to writing EUF, wedgie, and spanking content, though this week I tackled my first omo fic. I decided that I might as well post them to here as well. I'm actually kinda shocked that there are so few Dangan omo stories on this site, but hopefully I can help fix that. I'll likely be trying to do at least 1 omo or diaper related story during my next session, and will likely be posting it here as well (probably Dangan related, but also possibly not). Like I mentioned though, this is my first time writing omorashi, so I'd appreciate any sort of feedback.
Also I should note that this story, as well as most of my others, is set in a sort of crossover/Talent Development mode in drv3, rather than during the events of the games themselves. Not super important for this story, but might be for future ones.
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Friday 5/18 (Danganronpa; Omorashi; spoiler-free)
"Make the beds. Gather clothes. Prepare breakfast. Wash the dishes. Do the laundry. Assist Kaede. Dust the Library..." Kirumi Tojo's mind wandered off. She was trying to run through all the things she'd have to do today in her head to help her prepare. Today was looking like it would be one of her busiest in a while, and she was already behind schedule, as much as it hurt her pride as a maid to say. Should she be held responsible for her alarm not going off? Not entirely, but she couldn't help but feel guilt from it.
As she continued to rinse the plates off, she ran over her list again. She couldn't help but think she was forgetting something. After a minute or so of thinking, her body decided to answer her question for her. Kirumi felt a twinge coming from her bladder, which left only one word in her mind.
"Pee."
She had completely neglected her need for the bathroom. Thinking back on it, she hadn't had a chance to pee since before she went to bed. And truth be told it didn't look like she would get a chance anytime soon.
Kirumi continued to wash the dishes, while subconsciously shifting her weight from foot to foot. She hadn't realized exactly how bad her need to go was. It was easy to ignore before she was aware of it, but know that she knew she need the restroom, it was all she could think about. But her duties as a maid came first, and so she'd just have to hold it... hopefully not for very long.
Coming back to her senses, Kirumi decided that all she could do for now was focus on the task at hand. Looking down though, she noticed that she had completely stopped washing dishes, and instead was holding her crotch through her dress without even realizing it. A blush came across her cheeks at her own indignant display, before she quickly moved her hands away, her bladder giving out a groan of protest in response. "Dammit, I'm an adult. I'm in control of my bladder, not the other way around." Though a few seconds after thinking this, she felt a bladder spasm that made her pause her cleaning in order to hold it in. She also thought she felt a small wet spot on her panties, though she was honestly too nervous to check.
Despite how much her bladder was distracting her, Kirumi still managed to finish cleaning all of the dishes. The only downside was that now she had to go so bad, she wasn't sure she could move without losing control. Her mind desperately searched for some sort of answer that would get her out of this horrid situation. Instead all she could do was bury her hands in her crotch and do a slight potty dance, any sort of grace and refinery completely forgotten in favor of relieving even the tiniest amount of pressure from her bladder. And then she heard the one thing that could possibly make this situation worse. She heard the footsteps of someone approaching the kitchen.
Kaede Akamatsu walked into the kitchen with an empty plate and cup. "Sorry Kirumi, I hope you don't mine me bringing more-" Kaede cut herself off when she saw Kirumi's state. The maid looked over to Kaede with pained expression, the tears that had been welling in the corner of her eyes finally falling.
"Kaede... please look away," was all she managed to get out before a muffled hissing sound filled the room. Kaede desperately wanted to listen to her friend and look away, but she found herself mesmerized by the sight of Kirumi's accident.
Kirumi's panties were the first thing to get soaked. The cotton covered in a cute, overlapping watermelon print became incredibly saturated around the crotch, though it quickly reached its maximum capacity as Kirumi's urine kept coming. Since her hands were still holding her crotch in a vain attempt to prevent what was already happening, the urine promptly started soaking into the front of her dress. Perhaps she might have tried to move her dress aside and keep it dry, though Kirumi was too far gone as a feeling of both shame and relief swept over her.
She had been peeing for a solid 30 seconds, and yet it was still coming. The urine traveled down both her dress and her legs, before ending it's journey by joining the yellow puddle forming on the tile kitchen floor. Kaede could only watch with sympathy as Kirumi continued to disgrace herself.
After a few more seconds, the stream finally started dying down, not that Kirumi seemed to notice. Instead she was trying (and failing) to hold back her sobs. Here she was, a SHSL student, who many of the others jokingly referred to as "Mom", and yet she pissed herself like she was no older than 5. And to make matters worse, she lost control in front of Kaede.
As she stood there mentally shaming herself, she was brought back to reality when she felt a hand softly place itself on her shoulder. Blinking past the tears in her eyes, she looked up and saw Kaede in front of her, with a gentle look on her face.
"Kirumi it's ok, accidents can happen to anyone, even to a SHSL student," she said. "I'd be lying if I said I've kept my undies dry ever since we've started attending Hope's Peak," she continued, looking off to the side as a blush began to appear on her own cheeks.
Despite everything, Kirumi couldn't help but feel comforted by the pianist's words. Sniffing a bit, she wiped her eyes before saying, "Thank you, Kaede." Kirumi then look down and saw the large puddle around her feet, as well as the large and obvious wet spot on the front of her dress. Shifting her weight to her other foot, she heard a squelch sound coming from her soaked shoe, making her wince a bit.
"C'mon Kirumi, I'll help you get cleaned up," Kaede said as she made her way to the door.
"That isn't nece-" Kirumi stopped mid-sentence, before meeting the gaze of Kaede's soft (and admittedly, rather beautiful) eyes. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke up "I would appreciate your assistance," unable to prevent smile from beginning to form at the corners of her lips as she followed her friend out of the room.
Edited May 20, 2018 by KILLSWITCH64
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**NOTE: This is a story I wrote for ME. I have finished it and will publish it in parts. Here’s the first:
CHAPTER 1
Sasha was a good and very attractive store manager. Assistant manager that is of the hardware store. She was tan, Puerto Rican and a body like a Victoria secret model. All day in the hardware store where she was the only professionally dressed one she wore a black jacket, black boots, gray dress pants and tied her hair in a ponytail. She had worked half of her twelve hour shift and was already feeling those coffees from this morning reaching their limit in her. Her legs could not stay still as she tumbled around everyone on the busy Memorial Day weekend.
“Don’t block the door please!” She said as she headed out of the back room turning towards the bathroom. Right there she was stopped by an old lady employee named Dana who blocked the bathroom door to chat.
“Oh hey Sasha. Hey did you...” But Sasha squirmed in place annoyed not caring what her worker was saying. She wanted to tell her to move it or I’m going to explode in my pants like a bursting water dam!
Jess worked in paint and was sort of a heavy girl but the weight was on all the right places. Tight white pants and black shoes and light blue tight shirt around those big breasts that made guys jump out of their pants. In her late twenties as well, Jess almost peed herself multiple times at work and knew the humiliation would be too much to handle. But as she mixed paint she moaned every now and again cause her pants dug into her waist. Feeling like a stream would leak out and she slouched trying to hold it.
Jorey was almost at work. A garden associate, she was average looking but very pretty and a cool girl to talk to. Thin, but cute face with glasses, tied up brown hair, jean shorts that were tight as hell and made this hot day worse, and a blue shirt with her black shoes. Her father hogged the bathroom all morning so she was still holding in a load of pee in her. Since her car was broken her sister drove her to work, good thing she be out at closing because everyone in her house worked late too and she wold not have any rides. Jorey asked, “Ana can you drive faster!” She grunted. “I’m going to freaking piss my pants. Hurry up!” She felt her bloated belly push against her tight jean shorts, her exposed white legs crossing.
“We’re going speed limit chill!”
After a while they turned into the store and Jorey said bye to her sister as she raced out of the car. She sprinted by Jess and Sasha who both squirmed (Sasha was called to the front desk before getting to go) and Jorey did not have a lot of strength left. She lost so much weight staying on a vegetarian and fiber diet but strength lacked. With her legs tight closed as she tumbled she reached the bathroom but “No no no no no!”
Jorey shook in fear as a CLOSED FOR CLEANING sign blocked the women’s room. Jorey in humiliation squirmed in place. She’s never had to pee so bad. It was a boiling heavy load wanting to escape NOW! People watching and giggling at her desperation made this so bad and embarrassing she couldn’t imagine how bad an actual accident would be. Her heart raced as panic ruptured through her only making it harder to hold.
“E-excusse me!” She said form outside the door to the male janitor sweeping the floor. “Are you almost done yet??” She could barely focus as she sweat and squirmed like hell. She need that bathroom NOW!
”I’m cleaning,” he said.
Jorey was sweating, shaking, lips trembled, filled with fear, nervousness and a lot of pee! She bounced. “I’m kind of fighting a losing battle out here!” She almost burst right there as tremendous pain roared that was a huge sting trying to stab out of her.
“One second sweets !” The old janitor said. He flushed the toilet to clean out with the chemical inside and the flushing sounds almost made Jorey explode. Her eyes widened from the pain and panic.
“Oh come on come on come on!!” She said. He left and she ran in so fast. She slammed the stall door closed, unbuttoned her jeans, felt two small drops hit her panties as she was bursting. Everything was off just in time as a stream so powerful shot out of her into the toilet and splashing the water like madness. “AHHHHHHH!” Jorey moaned in a calm relief. No accident. She felt the painful pressure vanish as her belly deflated. Thank God. She needed this job for school. But no way anyone shows their face after an accident like that. Amazed that she went so much the water actually filled and hit her butt cheeks. She wiped, flushed, out to work.
Outside the stalls, all were occupied and a girl ran past Jorey into hers. Jess and Sasha stood behind two customers in lines squirming. They looked so sad. Their hearts racing as they held their loads of urine in impatience and agony.
Jorey clocked in and walked down to then stores garden wing.
“Jorey!” Her Department manager Beth said as she ran past all the customers. “Thank God you’re here! We had one call out and Justin got fired this morning so we’re very short. Stay on the ball today ok?”
“Roger that.” Said Jorey as she saluted smiling.
Jorey was told to start lifting sacks of fertilizer onto the shelf. She did, and each lift on this hot day made her sweat and become very dehydrated. Her coworker with a weird crush on her, John, walked over and offered her a water from the fridge.
“Oh thank you!” She said. She gulped it down so fast.
To be continued....
Edited May 24, 2018 by Rick Dixon
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Chapter 5
Jorey was at the register of the garden center as her legs were pressed together and she took one step up, left her foot in the air as she squirmed, put the foot down, do the same with the other foot, and so on. So her legs remained tight as her feet paced in a slow motion with a squirm she gave from each hip since she would feel a sharp spike shoot from the her bladder's center out towards her sides. It made her wince as one could tell from looking at her face.
After nearly avoiding a major accident before she started her shift, and all the humiliation that would have came with it, she now started to reach the point of no return as she physically felt a huge pressure push upwards out of her lower belly where her bladder was and then send painful stabs to her hips. Then there was that small, yet strong, hot pressure that felt like a heated nail of liquid (aka her pee) that tried to burst out of her, into her panties. As Jorey rung the last customer out, she was going to head to the bathroom as things in that area for her started to get serious. Feeling her jean shorts on the waist cut into her growing bulge as her bladder filled past the limit.
"Are you okay?" the customer asked.
Jorey said, "Y-yeah, I'm fine." She found it hard to focus on her words. This started to feel like after a long night of drinking, and then you wake up with a full as hell bladder and feel like you're about to pee in your bed, so you run to the bathroom.
"Boo!" said Tom as he jumped out from behind.
Jorey jumped and turned to yell at him, but saw the hose he held with water running out of the end, pouring onto the ground and splashing her exposed legs. She shook as her body almost automatically left it loose right there. Hearing the hose go off was even worse since her body would not let go of the temptation to urinate as it saw the hose pouring, it wanted to as well. Jorey said in a strained voice, "Can you watch the register, I gotta go!" She was about to take a step away, but Tom grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around to see the final truck delivery pull up. Time to do some unloading.
Pulling in each metal crate of plants added onto the pressure in her bladder which it could barely take. Jorey had to get to the bathroom and on a toilet soon or she was going to be in a very dirty and humiliating situation. After spending twenty minutes unloading and counting, Jorey, who held her arms around her chest and foot tapped anxiously, told Tom she needed to go to the bathroom and she would be right back.
Each step as she made her way through the store, passing each aisle, each department, only added more of a strain like the crates and carts had. "Oh, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go." She whispered to herself. She made it to the bathrooms and stopped as soon as she walked in, frozen in panic with her eyes wide and ready to tear, but she held those waters back just like the one in her bladder; just barely. "Just my luck!" A few woman waited in line. A mix of a couple coworkers and a few customers. All in their mid-twenties to early-thirties. Jorey let out a sigh of desperation as she got at the end of the queue and said to herself, "Damn shit, damn shit, damn shit, shit, shit."
The lady in front of her was a customer. Black t-shirt and tight black sweatpants and wore sandles. She had one hand in her pocket with her legs pressed together. Only TWO stalls were opened! The others had "out of order" signs. What the hell was going on, Jorey thought.
In front of that lady was her coworker Sarah-Marie, a tall blonde with tight pants. Her legs were crossed as she crouched up and down over and over, moaning. In front of her was a shorter coworker, Taylen, who had black hair tied up in a ponytail, hands pressed firmly against her crotch, and gave a bounce here and there. A woman (a customer) who was blonde, pretty blue eyes, wore a tight gray skirt and heels as she stood against the wall shaking her hips. Then stood a young lady, yellow shirt, some meat on her bones but she looked hot still, and had tight black pants on that ran up the crack of her ass.
With each flush, each sink that started to run, it only worsened the women in line desperation. Especially Jorey, who after half the line died down, she had her hands pressed into her crotch too scared to take them away, legs crossed, and bent over which was counterproductive as the jean shorts bit into her bulging bladder eve more. When Jorey stood up straight for a second she could feel a tiny portion of her belly expanded out. She was worried on if she would make it. The anxiety that increased in her chest and made her question every move she'd make until she peed.
The lady in front of Jorey had her hands pressed firmly on her crotch as well. She had her facial cheeks blown up as she shook her head to ignore the pressure that made her want to explode right there. Sarah-Marie meanwhile had her legs crossed, stood only on her toes as he knees turned in center and her waist bent over.
"Oh God...h-here it comes...ah..." Sarah Marie said.
Jorey watched in fear as her poor coworker started to bounce aggresively. Jorey had her hands deep in her crotch as her feet paced back and forth nervously and fast. She started to sweat as the pressure expanded and she felt her bulge become hard as a rock. "My...God..." Jorey said in a strained tone. "Ooooohhhoooo."
A stall opened, and Sarah-Marie's pants were halfway down, exposing her blue panties before she got in there. But Jorey and the black-clothes customer heard her let out a sweet sigh of relief. Sarah-Marie's pee stream was so rapid as it bashed against the water, bubbling as they mixed. She felt her belly shrink, and her body relax, all pain and worries gone, but it was starting to get serious for Jorey and the customer.
"Oh forget this!" the customer said. "My ice coffee is bursting through me, and I can't hold it in anymore. I'm going to the men's room, you coming?"
Jorey thought for a few seconds, but shook her head. She did not want to be part of the double-standard of women invading the men's room and not being labeled as predators when if a man did it he so would be labeled as one. She's seen it (keep in mind this is fiction guys, don't get political).
"Jorey, come to the manager's office NOW!" she heard over the intercom.
"You've got to be kidding!?" Jorey said. "I'm going to freaking explode. Jorey was barely hanging on. Shaking on and off as the pressure presented great discomfort and pain both physically and emotionally. All she wanted to do was pee, she was so close! But the same message came over the intercom even louder and angrier. Jorey grunted and walked to the manager's office. The door was closed so she knocked.
Sasha poked her head out. "Yes, Jorey?" She looked at Jorey with a odd look as she saw her employee shaking up and down holding the center of her waist with both hands. She looked like she was on the verge of tears and turning red. She needed to GO PEE...NOW! Her bladder was heavy and getting impossible to hold.
Jorey said in a strained voice, "You called for me, right?!?"
"No. Oh gosh, sorry. I was calling JOEY. The damn static over the intercom. We need to get that fixed after we fix the septic tank. You can go, sorry."
Jorey annoyed, just speed walked to the bathroom to avoid giving away too much info to each co worker she passed.
BOOOOOOM!............CRASSSSHHHHHHH! Were the sounds that echoed throughout the store as it shook like an earthquake. Jorey held her composure together as she contained the liquid load within. She continued her walk to the bathroom and-
"What the hell?!?!" Jorey shouted without control. Her eyes widened and tightened her crotch by crossing her legs as she stood and bounced as she watched water pour out from under the bathroom doors.
"Looks like I got to go just in time," said the customer in black clothes who used the men's room. "Maybe you should've came with." She laughed cruley. Walking away and leaving Jorey in front of bathrooms which were flooded.
"Oh no!" Sasha said coming out.
"What happened?" Jorey asked, her tummy in agony ready to burst.
"Like I said our septic tank failed inspection last week, so we were having it fixed tonight. Might have to call and see if they can come in earlier."
Jorey's heart sank, her throat closed as she asked, "B-b-but the bathroom's still work right? Like, the toilets and such?"
That's when John came out and locked up both bathroom doors, and slapping out of order signs on them.
Sasha said, "Hells no. There's no plumbing to flush or anything. I was about to piss myself earlier, glad I got to go. I got to make that call."
John looked over, turned on by Jorey who was red, frowned, and tears coming slowly from her eyes as she shook with crossed legs. He also noticed her bottom belly was visible as it bugled out from under her shirt. "Jorey...you going to be ok?"
Jorey drank SO MUCH water today. She had to pee WAY worse than when she got to work earlier and almost wet herself. She felt she could pee in her pants and soak her panties and make an ocean, not a puddle, and ocean on the floor any second. She was ranked with pain of pulses coming one after the other, something sharp trying to pierce out. JOREY HAD TO PEE NOW!!!!!!
"Wh...why....why?" Jorey cried in tears and desperation.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Edited June 8, 2018 by Rick Dixon
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What’s a Bathroom, Again?
Xenoblade Chronicles 2 fanfiction by MasterXploder
(Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation and story spoilers up to chapter six. Reader discretion advised.)
With thanks to DerivativeWings for editing. Check out his Planet of Desperation series starting here.
Cold. Yep, definitely cold this morning. This was what was going through the mind of Finch, the bird Blade, as she walked down the cobbled streets of Theosoir. Ever the early bird, she had already gotten up and had a nice breakfast from the marketplace, and now she was enjoying a walk to stretch her legs after a good night’s sleep. She was quite thankful for her feathers keeping her warm in this chilly air; it was a shame the other townsfolk had to wear so much clothing to keep from freezing. She had no idea how anyone managed to live here in…
Finch stopped in her tracks and lifted her hands to point at her head. What was this city called again? She knew it just a second ago, it was right on the tip of her tongue. She just had to retrace her steps from today and… wait, what did she do today? She remembered waking up, that much was obvious, and her full stomach let her know that she had breakfast… but what did she eat? It tasted kinda like carrot with some kind of meat. Was that her favorite dish or something?
Finch spun in a circle both literally and mentally until a slamming door snapped her out of her endless loop. Turning her head, she found that she was no longer the only one in this part of the city. Two kids, a boy and girl, both from… Gormott, was it? In any case, they had a lot of brown fur covering their bodies, which was probably why they only wore light clothes in this frigid place, not even any shoes for that matter. More importantly, both of them looked distressed, with the boy biting his lower lip and holding his groin while the girl rubbed her knees together while rocking back and forth in place. Neither of them seemed to notice the big bird standing across the way from them.
A second later, and they both hobbled to a far wall, their backs turned to Finch. Upon reaching it, the boy fiddled with his shorts, and the girl squatted down while pulling her short shorts and underwear to her knees, her sarong hiding her bottom from view. A yellow stream flew out of each kid mere moments later, the boy’s striking the wall with the girl’s piddling along the ground, the soft noise of tinkling reaching Finch’s ears. Soon after, the boy leaned back with one arm behind his head while the girl lifted her head to sigh.
Finch recoiled in surprise, throwing her hands straight up. This was definitely not something she had expected to see this morning, and not a sight she found that pleasant, either. She had several questions in her mind, like what those kids were doing here or what led to them having to pee outside like this. Yet, as she continued to watch them relieve themselves, emphasis on “relieve” as the volume of pee leaving them stayed strong for quite some time, a nagging feeling grew in the back of her mind. She couldn’t quite place it, but it seemed like there was something she was gonna do this morning, something pent up inside her that she really wanted to let out…
“Ah!” Finch nearly jumped in the air as she remembered. The thing! The super-important news that she had to tell everybody! She was on her way back to the inn to do just that when she got sidetracked. She had to get back to Anastatia’s Inn, pronto!
Quickly turning around, Finch took off in the direction that she hoped would take her to the inn, leaving the two whizzing kids to look around in confusion. Now that she had remembered, she needed to get to her friends before she could forget the important thing again. She might have been forgetful, but she always gave one hundred percent for her allies. There was no way she was going to let them down today!
The good news was Finch reached her friends and woke them up in almost no time at all. The bad news was she could not remember the important thing by the time she got there, leaving them to sit around confused for a moment. Before she could worry about letting them down, they came up with the idea of letting the Garfont Mercenaries investigate to see if they could find the important thing themselves.
A half-hour later, and the mercs returned with the most awful news: a group of soldiers in Theoscaldia Palace were planning an uprising to overthrow King Eulogimenos! The party wasted no time in heading straight to the palace, passing through its entrance mere minutes later.
Entering into the Hall of Virtue, the team was soon greeted with the sight of Tantalese soldiers with drawn weapons and loud voices. Somewhere further down the hall, they could hear the sounds of scraping metal and commands being yelled out.
“This is… It looks like…” said Rex.
“The rumors were true,” said Prince Zeke of Tantal.
“Your Highness! You’re back!” Two soldiers ran up to the party, neither of them brandishing a weapon.
“There’s been an uprising and everything’s gone crazy!” said the second guard.
“It’s too much for us to handle by ourselves, Highness. Might we count on your aid?”
“Of course!” Zeke put a hand on his hip in a pose of confidence. “Maybe this is what Finch was talking about back at the inn,” he then surmised.
“Wait,” said Finch, “Maybe I remember what it was now.”
Flapping her arms, Finch exercised her power of recall once more in an attempt to be completely certain. She racked her mind as hard as she could, but alas, the memory continued to elude her. Finch scoffed in frustration, but then she supposed it was not all her fault. With all the excitement going on, how was anyone supposed to remember anything?
It also did not help that there was something else to distract her now. Along the way, Finch had become aware of some kind of… pressure growing inside her, right below her abdomen. It wasn’t painful, but it was really uncomfortable regardless. If she didn’t know any better, it felt a lot like she needed to-
“Finch! Are you joining us or not?”
Nia’s yell pulled Finch’s attention off her body. Looking ahead, she saw that her friends had already moved forward, mere moments from confronting the first of the rebel soldiers.
“Er, right! On my way!” Putting one hand on her helmet, Finch ran straight up to the party, settling in behind Nia and putting on her serious expression. “Okay, Nanna! I’m ready to support my trusty Driver as always!”
Nia turned to her with her best “you can’t be serious” face. “It’s Nia, and I’m not your Driver.”
“You aren’t?” said a taken-aback Finch. “But then who…”
“To me, Finch!” yelled Mòrag, who brandished the shield hammer that came with Finch’s summoning.
“Oh, that’s right! Maggie’s my Driver,” said Finch while she moved to cover Mòrag’s back.
“My name is…” Mòrag started, but shook her head. “No matter, they’re moving towards us. Prepare to engage the enemy!”
“Aye aye, captain!” said Finch, “Hee hee, always wanted to say that.”
The fight broke out immediately after, with the halls becoming filled with shouting, weapons clashing together, and all sorts of ether arts firing off. Having clashed with Tantal’s guards before, Rex and his team were well aware of their prowess in battle, and the rebels were just as well-trained as the rest.
The party had their work cut out for them in this fight, and Finch was no exception. While she did not do a lot of the fighting herself, it was her duty as a Blade to empower her Driver with ether energy. Channeling the kind of energy needed for big battles like this was exhausting work, especially when Mòrag needed to do a super-powerful attack or if Finch had to charge the ether barrier around her to block an attack.
As the fight dragged on, Finch felt the fatigue getting to her. Muscles ached, her breathing grew labored, and that strange pressure only got worse, like something was going to spill out of her if she let her guard down. But there was no time to worry about that, not when her friends and especially her Driver were in danger. She would keep giving it her all until everyone was safe, because that was what a dependable Blade would do.
It took a while, but the rebels fell one after another, and the party was heading down the corridor that led to the palace’s sacred chamber. None ran quicker than Finch, who understood more than anyone that they needed to hurry. If they didn’t finish their business here soon, then… well, something bad would happen, she was sure of that much.
“Finch, slow down,” ordered Mòrag.
Finch stopped in her tracks and turned around to face the group. “But we gotta hurry and beat up those bad guys for… whatever they’re gonna do!” she replied, all the while bouncing on her hard, sharp feet.
“I understand, but we must move in and fight as a group,” said Mòrag, “And you are meant to stay behind me as my Blade, regardless.”
“Oh, right, almost forgot that part.” Finch rubbed the back of her head as she got back into position. “Onwards, friends!”
Nobody needed the command, for they were already headed toward the end of the corridor and into the Hall of Honor. The walls opened up to reveal more rebel soldiers, the most they had encountered thus far. Finch took a moment to swallow her throat while she fidgeted behind the group. There were a lot more enemies than she expected; would she have the strength to carry on through the whole fight, especially with the cramping in her legs and groin getting worse?
“Finch, your ether, please!”
Just as quickly as they came up, the worries disappeared from Finch’s mind. Of course she would get through this. She had to, if not for herself, then for her dear Driver, whoever she was.
“Coming right up!” Finch put her hands out and began channeling ether without wasting another moment. Her powers entered the hammer at just the right time, allowing Mòrag to deliver a charged blow to the head of an attacking guard.
There was no time to celebrate, as another guard was already raising his spear to strike. Finch pumped an extra bit of ether to form around Mòrag, creating a barrier that the spear bounced straight off. Mòrag pulled from the remaining ether to deliver a blunt strike that knocked the rebel to the ground, then followed up with a mighty downward smack. Raising the hammer back up, both Driver and Blade found the remaining guards surrounding them, all preparing to attack.
It wasn’t more than a few seconds into the fight, and the strain hit Finch again. She could feel a bit of sweat forming underneath her feathers while her muscles burned from fatigue. Still, she would never give up, especially not in the middle of such an important fight.
Finch remained steadfast in her resolve, even if her body was not fully cooperating with her. Her movement had become sluggish, seeing as her legs really did not want to separate from each other for some reason. Come to think of it, she only had one hand out to channel ether; the other one had found its way between her legs, pressing tightly against her groin. She had to wonder what the deal was with that, as that would normally only happen when-
“Finch, focus!”
“Huh, what?” That’s right, the very important fight was still going on. Finch spread her legs apart and pulled her hand away despite her body’s protest. “Alright, what are you orders, sir?” she asked
“It is time we ended this. Execute our perfect storm attack at once!”
“W-which one was…” Finch started, but then her eyes lit up before she finished. “Oh right, I know that move, I think!”
Finch did not have to rethink, for Mòrag had already begun the attack. First, she slammed the hammer down, creating a force of wind that pushed the remaining rebels back, then threw the hammer up and behind her. Finch caught it out of the air, then started spinning in place, getting the hammer up to a fast, dangerous speed and creating a tornado around her.
“Youuuu allll asked for thiiiisss!” yelled Finch as she hit her full speed. “Perrrfeeeect stooorrr-whoa!”
Once more, Finch had forgotten of how difficult it was to keep her balance at full spin, and the hammer flying out of her hands served as a good reminder of such. She fell on her bottom while the hammer flew in the direction of the enemies. As it struck the ground, the ether contained within exploded out, striking all the rebels with the same power as a concussion grenade. Some flew back and slammed into the walls, others hit and tumbled along the ground, but not a single one could get back up and continue the fight. Just like that, the rebellion had been defeated, though it took a moment for it to sink in for the group.
“Well, that’s one way to win a fight, I guess,” said Rex, lowering his sword after using it to brace himself from the blast.
“Woo! Talk about a workout!” said Finch as she rose to her feet, putting a hand on her head to steady her spinning eyes and swirling body. “Um, was that the last of them?”
“Most likely,” said Zeke, “We took care of the rear guard, and the doors to the Hall of Mystery remain sealed. The guards should be able to handle any stragglers from here.”
“No more enemies?” Finch smiled. “That’s a relief.” Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to let the adrenaline from fighting come down and put her at ease. Helping out her friends any way she could was what she lived for, and knowing that she had succeeded without any major screwups this time felt just as nice.
More than nice, actually. As her muscles relaxed, Finch felt a nice tingling sensation spread through her, and that pesky pressure that kept her so wound up seemed to be going away. She openly sighed at this relieving feeling that somehow felt familiar, though she couldn’t quite place it at the moment. Oh well, if it felt that good, it couldn’t be something bad, right?
“Um, Finch?”
“Hmm?” Finch opened her eyes to Rex’s voice. Rather than a bunch of happy friends, everyone looked right at her with frowns, some with wide eyes and open mouths.
“What’s with all the weird faces, everybody?” she asked.
“Did you… forget to do something this morning?” asked Rex.
“Well, I had breakfast and told you all about the super-important thing,” she replied.
“And I thought I’d seen the worst of this bit back in Argentum,” said a facepalming Zeke.
“Poppi never see someone so casual with this type of bodily function before,” said Poppi.
Finch tilted her head. “Huh? Boda-what now?”
“Oh, for the love of…” Nia grumbled and stomped her foot. “Finch, you’re pissing yourself!”
“Whaaaaat!?” That was all it took for her to become aware of the sound of splattering water beneath her along with the feeling of liquids leaving her body. Finch threw her arms out and looked straight down, her eyes wide open in horror.
It turned out that “pissing herself” was not entirely accurate. Much of her urine left her through a golden stream that came down and slightly forward from between the feathers at her groin. It broke up into a light drizzle before striking the ground, making it sound as if someone turned on a hose halfway and aimed it at the stone floor. An impressive puddle had already formed by the time she looked down, nearly reaching the inner edges of her feet. Despite the volume of pee coming out this way, Finch could still feel a bit running down her legs, adding a gross, damp feeling to her feathers and talons.
“Oh… Ohmigosh!” Finch gasped, pressing her legs together from the knees up and cramming her hands between them. The red dots on her cheeks grew to spread across her lower face. “I-I totally forgot! I was gonna go e-earlier, b-but then the th-thing, and, and then we had to fight and I… I…”
Finch trailed off as she kept darting her head between all her friends. She was never going to say anything to make this look any better, and she knew it. Down below, her efforts to stop her sprung leak were just as hopeless. All she managed to achieve was getting her hands soaked and making more of it go down her legs, creating a visible matting in her feathers and shine on her pigeon-toed feet.
All there was left to do was accept her accident. Letting her hands fall to the sides and relaxing her stance, Finch stared with teary eyes at the last of her pee tapering off into a set of mere drips. “Oh man, I’ve r-really done it now,” she bawled.
“Hey, hey, Finch, it’s okay!” said Rex, raising his hands. “Accidents can happen to anyone. We’re not upset or gonna judge you for this.”
“Rex is right,” said Nia, “This is one thing that I can’t really get onto you about.”
“Really now?” Zeke turned to Nia with a raised eyebrow. “And why would that be?”
“None of your business, Shellhead,” said Nia, crossing her arms and giving him a dirty look.
“B-but it’s not okay! I, I didn’t just have an accident, I c-completely forgot I had to go in the first place!” Finch paused for a couple sobs, letting a few tears fall onto the floor to join the puddle of her other bodily fluid. “H-how am I supposed to be a good Blade if I mess up something like this?”
“Finch.” Mòrag’s voice cut through the air as she stepped towards her. Finch did not dare look up at the tall, rigid Driver she had no doubt failed.
“I… I’m so sorry, M-Morty,” she sobbed. “I might be the worst Blade ever.”
“I must disagree with you on that.”
“Huh?” Finch looked up in confusion and found Mòrag looking at her, not in anger but with her normal, neutral expression with hands behind her back.
“Do not mistake my words. This restroom break of yours is not acceptable behavior, especially not for a Blade belonging to a high-ranking official,” said Mòrag.
“I… I know.” Finch lowered her head, expecting the next words to be about letting her go from her bond with Mòrag.
“With that said, it does not undo all the good work you have done today.”
“It… doesn’t?”
Mòrag nodded and crouched down to Finch’s eye level. “You alerted us to a disturbance, giving us the chance to act on it before the worst could come of it. Not only that, but you remained just as dependable in battle today as you always have. Aside from this moment, you have done a fine job today.”
“She’s right, you know,” said Zeke, “If anyone has let us down today, it’s that useless old man of mine. I’ll be giving him a piece of my mind about this mess once we’re done here, that’s for sure… but I digress,” he quickly added once he saw the looks Nia and Mòrag were giving him.
Meanwhile, Finch felt her Driver’s words sink in. She wasn’t a burden even after this? Maybe there was hope for her yet. “Um, th-thank you, Mandy.” Finch wiped the tears from her eyes with her arm.
“My name…” Mòrag started, but shook her head, “Is not important right now. Do you feel better now?”
“A little bit, but I still feel really embarrassed. Gross, too.”
“That is to be expected, I suppose.” Mòrag paused to steel herself before continuing. “But know this. It was not long ago that I found myself in an incident not unlike this, feeling the way you do now.”
“R-really?” asked Finch, her eyes growing wide in wonder and bewilderment.
“I speak naut but the truth. I believed I would never recover from such a fall, but given time and encouraging words, I eventually picked myself back up and carried on. I am certain you will be able to as well.”
“Y-You think so?” Finch allowed a little smile to break through. “Then I’ll try to be a better Blade for you, Mona!”
“My name is M-oh!” Mòrag never got to finish her correction, for she soon felt a pair of feathery arms and hard, wet hands squeezing her into a hug.
“I won’t do something like this again, I promise!” said Finch, her voice muffled in Mòrag’s uniform.
“Er, that is all well and good,” said Mòrag while trying to pull the wet bird off her. “But I request that you postpone this hug until you are made decent again.”
Finch’s eyes snapped open as she realized she was getting more liquids than her tears on her Driver. “Ah, whoops!” She broke away from the hug and frowned at herself. “I’d really like to be clean now, but how am I gonna do that here?”
“I might be able to help with that.” Pyra stepped forward and held out a hand, a soft flame growing out of the palm. “I can at least dry you off until you can take a bath.”
“Are you sure that’s safe, Pyra?” asked Nia.
“I’m very careful with my flames. I promise it won’t hurt, Finch.”
“Um, if you say so,” said Finch, stepping out of her puddle at last.
“And while that is going on, the rest of us should get to work restraining and questioning the rebels,” said
Silence followed as the group went about their tasks. While Pyra kneeled down and dried Finch’s legs, all the bird could do was watch her friends doing the work without her help. Even after Mòrag’s kind words, Finch couldn’t help but start feeling a little useless and embarrassed again.
“How’s that feel? Any better now?” asked Pyra, withdrawing her flame.
Finch looked down at her legs. While her feathers and talons still had that lingering gross feeling, it still felt a lot better than before Pyra’s handiwork. Not just that, but no one would be able to tell that she had wet herself without taking a long, close look and a couple sniffs.
“Y-yeah, better now,” Finch replied with a frown.
“It’ll be okay. I’m sure you’ll be back to your happy self before too long.”
Finch shook her head. “I don’t know, Penny. I think it’s gonna be a long time before I can get over this.”
With that, Finch turned and walked away from Pyra, hanging her head low. However, she only managed a few steps before coming to a stop and staring straight ahead, her expression completely blank for several seconds.
“Um, are you alright, Finch?” asked Pyra.
Finch turned around with a raised eyebrow. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
Pyra could only stare in silence at Finch’s newfound nonchalance. The same could be said for Nia, who was done restraining the unconscious troops and had walked back towards Pyra at that moment. “Don’t tell me…” she started to say.
Just then, Finch sniffed the air a few times and turned towards Brighid while she held out a flame to evaporate the puddle. “Whoa!” she recoiled in surprise. “Did someone pee over there?”
The entire party stopped what they were doing and turned towards her, most of them sporting the same expressions from when they saw her wetting herself.
Unaware of this, Finch sniffed a couple more times, then looked down and lifted her foot. “Wait, did I step in it? Aw, gross! Whoever did this owes me an apology!”
Much of the party could only stare and blink at first. “I suppose she’s back to normal now,” commented Zeke.
“I don’t think there is such a thing as normal with her,” said Nia.
“Tora wish he could forget embarrassing moments so easily,” lamented Tora.
“It would seem you were correct with your assessment, Rex,” said Mòrag, a hand to her chin.
“What do you mean?” asked Rex.
“There is rarely a dull moment with someone as peculiar as Finch.”
(A/N: Is this the dumbest idea for an omorashi story ever? Maybe not, but I have the feeling it comes close.)
Edited May 24, 2018 by MasterXploder
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I recently checked out "Big Appetite: My Southern-Fried Search for the Meaning of Life" from my local library, and read this fabulous story.
Pee Rock
So, that was a glimpse into the old neighborhood and a look at the moms. Here's a glimpse into the first social club I joined and the early development of my social skills ...
In the spring of '58, Possum, Junior, and Chat were eight. Lexi and I were seven. Davy Crockett was all the rage. And general Mills knew it.
We begged our moms to buy boxes of wheaties - the big ones with the Davy Crockett special offer advertised on the front - and they did. As soon as Coco returned from the grocery store with the box, I ripped it open, stuck my hand in, and dug down to the bottom until I found a piece of paper. It turned out to be a coupon, which was a disappointment. But I dutifully sent it, along with a quarter, to someplace in Kentucky. The promise was that Davy Crockett's people would send me an official interest in the old Davy Crockett homestead and a certificate making me an official Crockett Ranger.
A few weeks later, a box arrived in the mail. In it was a tiny burlap bag that contained about a half cup of dirt. That was my interest in Davy Crockett's homesetad. And with the bag of dirt came a rolled-up certificate that was nice and official-looking. It named me, Sammy McLeod, a Crockett Ranger.
Bags of dirt and certificates in hand, Possum, Junior, Chat, Lexi, and I formed a club. We called ourselves the Crockett rangers of Nashville, Tennessee. And even though Lexi was technically a ggirl, she was one of us She was a club member just like the rest of us, mostly because she didn't cut little hearts out of pink construction paper, could throw as wellas any of us boys, and cared ont one whit for dolls or dollhouses.
Most of the time, we boys were oblivious to the fact that Lexi was a girl. We were gernerally aware the doctor had cut Lexi's wiener off when she was a baby to turn her into a girl, but none of us, including Lexi, cared much one way or the other. If she wasn't concerned about losing her wiener, why should we be?
We Crockett Rangers of Nashville, Tennessee, stored our club stuff in a cigar box. It was full of impotant club memorabilia, inclding our pop-battle-cap-collection, saved until we had enough bottle caps to get five tickets to the Saturday-matinee picture show at the Belle Meade Theater, where we'd see a Lone Ranger movie and eat Junior Mints. We kept our five bags of Davy Crockett homestead dirt in that box, too, along with our official Crockett Ranger certificates. We buried the cigar box uner a big rock just inside the entrance to the CAve.
From the Cave's entrance we had sweeping views of the entire valley. We could see neighborhood houses, farm equipment lumbering along the Big Road below us, and bedsheets rippling in the breeze on clotheslines in our backyards. Sunlight glinted off the surface of Moccasin Creek as it meandered its way under the canopy of ageless trees that lined its banks. And of course we could keep tabs on intruders.
Below the Cave was a big flat rock that stuck out of the side of the hill and hung just a few feet over the hillside below it - a small ledge. It was a good lookout rock and any other club would undoubtedly have called it Lookout Rock. But we called it Pee Rock.
Now, I can't ell you exactly how our peeing contests started. Innocently enough, I'm sure.
When nature called, we boys did wht boys in the woods are supposed to do: we unzipped our flies, pulled our little things out, and let fly wherever we happened to be. There was something unusually satisfying about peeing wherever we watned, without any moms around to call us down for it. There was a lot of freedom in it.
But as we all know, freedom carries with it certain burdens and responsibilities. We learned the hard way that we shouldn't throw our coats on the ground next ot where we wwere going to pee, because no matter how hard we tried, some pee always got on our coats, and even when our cats dried, we knew there were still pee germs. Your fellow Crockett Rangers would not let you in the cCave with pee germs on your coat.
Over time some club rules also came into being. For example, we agreed there would be no peeing uphill of the Cave entrance, because Possum had let loose from up there one afternoon and the wind had caught his yellow stream just right and his pee ahd blown right down onto the rest of us club members sitting there. And Chat had gotten some in his mouth, which caused him to fly into a rage, pin Possum to the ground, and force him to eat a leaf that had osme of Possum's pee on it. Possum's unthinking pee almost tore our little club apart.
Of course, Lexi was allwoed to pee anywhere she wanted, because peeing from a squat did not pose the same windblown risks. But even though she didn't have to follow the pee rules, she did anyway, saying that club members should all follow the same rules.
Well, as is true in any developing society, htese basic rules took on a life of their own until most of our afternoons at the Cave were spent arguing over rules and making up more of them. Eventually, the rules became so complex and unwieldy that we finally agreed: henceforth and forever more, all club members would pee from the Pee Rock, facing downhill, and into an area known as No-Man's-Land. It was a good rule.
Boys being boys, pretty soon wer ere engaged in daily contests to see who could pee the farthest downhill from that rock. We used a red-painted stick to markk the location of the longest pee, and the stick stood there until the spot was surpassed by an even greater Herculean peeing effort.
Lexi, a nonparticipant in our distance-peeing contests, was a good sport and volunteered to move the marker stick anytime a new record was set. By and by, she became our contest judge, standing downhill of the contestants on the edge of No-Man's-Land, observing pee distances, and placing the red-painted stick wherever she determined it should go. According to Lexi, her decisions were final.
Distance-peeing so captured our imaginations that we boys satated preparing for the competition long before it was to be held each afternoon. We gulped down water, Kool-Aid, and milk so that by the time we arrived at Pee Rock, we were chugged full of liquid. With overflowing bladders and knees knocking, we waddled onto Pee Rock while Lexi took up her spot. Then we unzipped and let fly - our distended bladders facilitating maximum pee distance.
While I cannot substantiate this claim, it is my considered opinion that, for at least the entire year 1958, we Crockett Rangers of Nashville, Tennessee, were the most accomplished urinators on the planet.
One day we arrived at the Cave, and before we could take up our positions on Pee Rock, Lexi announced that she wouldn't be judging; she planned to compete.
You can imageint eh looks and our amazement. We boys knew that wihtout a wiener, there was no way she could participate, much less win. Chat laughed out loud. But before we could say anything, Lexi pulled off her underwear under her skirt (yes, she normally wore blue jeans but sometimes showed up in a skirt) and proceeded to climb the old sycamore tree that hung out over Pee Rock.
She climbed as tlesat twenty feet before she stopped. She turned to face downhill with her back against the tree. She put one foot on a branch that shot off to the left and her other foot on a branch that shot off to the right, and squatted down, straddling the gap between tohse branches. Hiking up her skirt, she licked her finger and held it up in the air, waiting for a strong following wind. When the wind came up, Lexi let fly a stream of pee the likes of which you've nevver seen. It splattered well beyond the previous record held by one of us boys. It was a peeing effort for the ages.
And then, lickety-split, Lexi flew out of that tree and ran downhill to find the farthest point of pee moisture. She made a mark on the ground with the heel of her tennis shoe and then scampered partway back uphill to grab the rd marker, which she carried back downhill and stuck in the ground at the site of her new record.
We boys stood by the Cave entrance gawking as Lexi came strutting back uphill. She stood there in front of us with her balled-up fists on her hips and a faint smile on her lips. We could all tell a storm of protest was about to erupt, about breaking the rules and so on and so forth. You could just feel i in the air.
But surprisingly, not one of us boys said a word. Even at that age, we admired creativity and determination. And Lexi had just exhibited a heap of both. We just nodded our heads and smiled. Lexi nodded and smiled back.
And then we went on to other important club business.
Now, that would be a pretty good place to end this tale, with a little moral about women competing in a man's world, or the integration of men's clubs and breaking into the old boys' network, or how much more intelligent and creative women are than men when they put their minds to it. And all the female readers of this story could nod their heads in agreement and smile at the wisdom. But here's how it really ended: Next day when we boys arrived at the Cave, Lexi was there ahead of us. She'd moved the official marker back uphill to its previous world-record spot, a record set by one of us boys. She said she'd thought about it overnight and realized there could be some argument about the legitimacy of her record. She wasn't too worried about that, she said, because she was the official judge and her decisions were final. But what did concern her was the simple fact that none of us boys would ever develop the bladder strength necessary to beat her record. which meant her record would put an end to our contests, an era in our club's history would pass and the championship peeing tradition we'd developed would die a sudden death. She didn't want her record to end our game, so she was withdrawing it and going back to being judge, because we were a club and tradition was important. That game was a part of what we Crockett Rangers were all about. |
I'm glad my readers took an interest in this, though I have to admit these are not the best stories. For anybody curious, this is where I'm putting a collection of short stories from my interactive story: Curse of the Eastern Isle. Unlike the interactive which follows the perspective of the wandering monster hunter, Franziska Audenveil, these stories will be from the perspective of various party members. The first one I've written is from a small plan I had for Addilyn, The other three who will be getting a short story will be Margo, the short-tempered, short-sized engineer, Catia, the head paladin of the town of Minevorska's church, and Franziska herself.
A link to the interactive for anybody interested in a dark fantasy adventure: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/34992-the-curse-of-the-eastern-isle/
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Addilyn: The Demon in the Shadows
“Eto, fier.” Addilyn muttered the spell in druidic, watching as a small flame sprung to life in her hand. “Eto, ince” The flame froze and turned to solid ice. “Eto, arcana.” The ice melted, twisting into a ball of small purple energy.
For Addilyn Tsereteli, wandering bard of the Caravani, these small druidic incantations were her nightly routine. She would practice them, muttering the words and watching as a small ball of the element she summoned floated in her palm. The energy, with the right focus, could be manipulated and reshaped into anything the caster desired. It was this element of the incantation that Addilyn practiced, to summon and reshape the spell into the arcane arrows she used was a feat of countless nights of practice.
It was a late night on Oldengrad, the tavern had already seen the nightly rush as the residents of the hamlet would flock in for a supper of vegetable stew before rushing back to their homes. Even behind the walls of their hamlet, guarded by devices of steam and automation the people of Minevorska did not sleep easy. Addilyn never blamed them; once the sun went down and the shrieks of demons and undead filled the air, nowhere, not even in town, was safe.
In the tavern, the fire was all but cinders, a few flecks of the dying log still burned with a red glow. The lanterns swayed with a dim flame, basking the corners of the common room in shadow. Outside, the snow picked up, a fog of white against a blood red sky. Addilyn could hardly see beyond the window, the storm was growing, as was the darkness.
A few of the hamlet’s residents remained in the tavern, bleeding the last of the kegs dry as they discussed business. Sometimes Addilyn felt like they were staring, making quiet judgement about her. She was reminded of her fight in the church, and the first impression she must have left on the residents as she was carried to the quarters. They had to have known, a girl who had soiled herself being carried through a chamber full of people. Addilyn dwelled on it too much; She had wanted to forge her place as the towns saviour in their darkest hour. The towns people would speak of her in only the most heroic fashion, telling tales of her bravery during the attack on the church. But that was all a dream, Addilyn had forged her place among the people of Minevorska... as the girl who had shit herself, the girl who whimpered and cowered with the others while the real heroes took the glory. It was a depressing, but not deterring thought, one that made her soul feel empty.
“I don’t believe it one bit!” One of the men said with a gruff accent. He wiped the ale from his long beard and slammed his flagon down. “Them defenses outside would’ve scared the fucker away right quick!”
Suddenly, practicing incantations did not seem so interesting to Addilyn. The tales and rumours drew her to them like a moth to a flame. She drew her focus toward the conversation at the other table, shifting herself along the chair to get closer.
“Don’t believe me, do ya not?” The second man had a more crooked accent, a foreigner in these lands. “We saw it, horrible shaggy bastard roaming about on the outskirts of the town."
“Didn’t think to report that to the paladin’s, did you?”
The foreigner cackled. “‘Course we did! Nowhere to be seen when they sent one or two of the holy lads over. Buggered off under the wall and back into the forest!”
The first man did not sound impressed with the story. “So you scared off a wolf pup? That’s worthy of a story, is it?”
“Well… what’s a story wi’out a kicker?” The foreigner leant in. “Saw it again tonight. Big dark eyes, beastly thing with four legs sittin’ in the black, starin’. Sorta like those ugly bastards we saw scattered around the church. Ya know, the dogs.” He sat back, smirking. “You’re welcome to go take a peek if you think I’m tellin’ you shit.”
The bearded man chuckled before reaching for his flagon. “I don’t need to. It’s a wolf pup, no doubt. Small enough to fit through that wall and is probably looking for it’s mother.” Their conversation dwindled into something less interesting; a discussion on fortification, nothing interesting.
“Something lurking in the shadows…” Addilyn muttered. She stared out through the frosted panes toward the small area of empty land behind the tavern. It was blacker than the abyss out there. Stories had been going around of things creeping over the wall. Rogue beasts, wolves, demons, the story changed with every person who told it, each giving their own account of what they’d either seen or were told until it became a web of absurd rumours and speculation. That never stopped Addilyn from believing them though. She anxiously sipped the last of her juice and pushed the flagon away. She was not sure if it was the fatigue from spellcasting, but during her practice she had felt the weight of her bladder lingering. Addilyn sighed; she’d pushed the feelings to the back of her mind, putting it off for as long as she could. She’d lost count of the juice she had drank, two cups? Three? Spell practice often left her with a strong thirst, and on some days a full bladder.
With the lavatory out of commission, when nature called there was nowhere to go but outside, behind the tavern. There had been the bowls Wanda had been so kind as to offer people. A sort of last resort for relief. The innkeep’s wife had thought it for the best that nobody ventured out into the cold in the dead of night as rumours persisted through the town. But Addilyn didn't like that option, especially after an accidental encounter with Franziska when the monster hunter had stormed in while she was relieving herself... shamelessly into a porcelain bath. Addilyn never liked making her water in the company of others, she was always a shy girl and now she shared a room with two other girls; There was nowhere private for her to do it in a bowl. If she went out into the corridor, she risked waking the whole upstairs with the sound, if she did it in the room, the sound would wake Lucina.
She has been practicing all day with the Paladins, surely she's unconscious. She's not going to hear if I used the bowl. Fearfully, Addilyn looked out into the darkness of the town. I really don't want to go out there. What if they're right, what if something is lurking out there? She could picture a hideous creature out in those shadows, hiding away from the watchful eyes of the Paladins. Stories always got to her, they left her thinking, always fearing the worst. Now, looking outside, all Addilyn could think of was the horrors of the shadows, whatever they were. She hated to do it, but the fullness of her bladder urged Addilyn towards the bowl beneath her bed, somewhere safe where she could relieve herself. It was a fair thought. She took a deep breath and made her way upstairs.
On her way, Addilyn passed Margo’s room. A candle burned inside as the little engineer was soundly sleeping, cuddled into Andi who lay behind her. “Ah, Ms. Addilyn.” Andi had noticed, the mechanical girl smiled.
“Andi, you’re still awake.” Addilyn returned her smile. She composed herself, keeping her legs steady to avoid bouncing up and down in a childish potty dance. She tensed her muscles and stood still, ignoring the urges.
Andi nodded. “Mother was having some difficulty sleeping. I’m staying awake to comfort her.” Suddenly, Margo began whimpering in her sleep, muttering the name Sara as sadness sunk into her sleeping face. “It’s okay, mother.” Andi spoke softly, rubbing Margo’s head until the little engineer settled back into a quiet snore.
She didn't wish to get caught up in conversation. Nature called, urgently. Addilyn nodded to Andi and continued on toward the last door. The door opened quietly; Addilyn did everything she could to not stir Lucina’s slumber. The silver-haired warrior lay asleep on her bed, wrapped in her blanket. She was in a deep sleep, her loud, monstrous snores nearly shook the brittle floorboards. This would be easy. Hopefully.
Addilyn crept along the floorboards toward her bed and bent down, grimacing as she felt the pressure being put on her full bladder. A small ceramic bowl, larger than a soup bowl sat beneath the bed right beside a pile of fresh sheets. Addilyn pulled the bowl out slowly. A receptacle for relief right in her hands. She held it for a moment, staring cautiously over to the sleeping Lucina. Right. She thought, sitting the bowl down gently on the floor. I just need to undo my shorts. She undid her belt, moving as slowly as she could to avoid making any noise. squat down. She crouched down, hovering herself over the bowl. pee, and empty the bowl… all without waking up Lucina. That was the hard part, even with her shorts down, Addilyn couldn’t pee. Her body seized up knowing another girl was sleeping just a few feet away. Ooh, she’s going to hear it. It’s going to echo through the room and wake her. She tensed up between the legs, her body denying her bladder relief. She stared down and sighed with frustration.
The bed creaked, a drowsy mumble murmured. “Who…” Lucina, half-asleep, asked to nobody.
Heat rushed to her cheeks, her heart pounded, Addilyn wanted to scream. Acting purely on instinct she rushed to pull her knickers back up and kicked the bowl back beneath the bed. “Ah, Lucina! I-It’s j-just me!” Addilyn sputtered, struggling to put the words together.
Lucina rubbed her eyes and turned in her bed. “Addilyn… ah, you’re retiring to bed?” She said with a weary groan.
“H-Ha, n-no. I-I just c-came to g-get some-something!” Addilyn pretended to root around beneath the bed, fondling the air in a pathetic attempt to feign a search. “Ha! I-I’ve got it.” She rose to her feet, and forgetting that, in a panicked hurry, she’d only pulled up her knickers, Addilyn collapsed to the floor with a thud. Her shorts were still draped around her boots. "Hehe... belt came undone." She tried to laugh it off. I hope I didn't leak... She hadn't, still dry, thankfully.
Closing the door behind her, Addilyn bent down to her knees and pushed her hands against her maidenhood once again. She couldn’t make her water in there, she couldn’t do it out here, and she couldn’t use the lavatory. Was there somewhere, anywhere else she could go? There's a basin down in the bathing room...could I? No! She shook the thoughts of peeing in the sink from her head. No! No! No! What kind of disgusting girl makes her water in a sink!? She sighed, there was only one place she could go at a time like this; and with a nervous glance out into the night, Addilyn knew she had no choice but to go behind the tavern.
Yura had asked curiously where the bard was going this late with a lantern in her hand. Addilyn didn’t answer and rushed out onto the steps of the tavern. She felt herself stop, her feet wouldn’t move beyond the small cover by the steps. The streets were dark, snow fell from the sky, and there was no life to be found. All she had to do was take a few steps down, head around the tavern, relieve herself and head back, but staring into the pitch black night, the uneasy silence tempered with nothing but shadows; it made Addilyn freeze. She felt safe in the tavern with the fire and lights, nothing would get her there… but out here. She whimpered and after making sure nobody was around, crossed her legs.
Addilyn gazed out into the darkness, squeezing her legs tighter, letting out a faint whimper as her maidenhood burned. This is exactly what Franziska means when she says you need to be fearless. The brave voice in Addilyn’s mind said. It was her own voice as it always was. Look at you, crossed legged and whimpering like a little girl who's about to wet herself because you can’t take a lantern and pee out in the dark. You’re not even fearless enough to pee in a pot in there. The voice grew more mocking. I can’t let another girl hear me tinkling into a bowl.
“It’s embarrassing.” Addilyn squeezed her legs so tightly it almost hurt. She bent down and sat on the steps to the tavern. She hoped nobody would see as she calmly rested her hands between her legs, pushing against herself. “Besides… I heard them, something’s wandering around in the darkness. They said it was behind the tavern before vanishing.”
So what? You’re a fighter, you’re not meant to let things like that scare you. You came to this cursed isle of your own volition! You’re one of the protectors of this town now! What kind of protector are you if you’d rather wet yourself than go out in the dark!? The voice may have been her own, but it spoke cruelly. Addilyn peered down the street; she saw the farmstead, an outline of the farmhouse hidden away by the black shadows. A small light came from the tower by the gate and inside Addilyn could make out a feminine figure. It had to be Franziska, who’d bravely offered to do one of the night patrols for Alexandr. What would Franziska say if she saw you right now, cross-legged and whimpering for the privy?
“She’d tell me to be braver than this…” Addilyn muttered sadly to herself. “If I can’t even walk out into the dark… how am I going to fight a demon?” Addilyn began clutching her rapier. “That’s right… I said I’d be braver… what kind of hero would I be if I let the darkness get to me so easily?” Slowly, she rose to her feet. Suddenly, the darkness did not look so dark and Addilyn took her first steps out into the dark streets.
It always felt like something was out there, watching every step she took, waiting for a moment of weakness. That’s what unsettled her the most; there was never a greater sign of weakness than when a person was relieving themselves. Broden always told her that. “You’re always weakest when you’re squatting in the forest.” He’d say playfully, keeping a serious tone about him. “Wouldn’t want to be nabbed while taking a dump, would you?” She missed his crude sense of humour. Maybe one day, she’d see him again; as the hero who defeated the curse of Oldengrad, a thought that kept the darkness away and the fear in her heart dimmed.
The cold did her bladder no good; Addilyn shivered, but there was always a painful, persistent warmth stirring between her legs. Everything she had done since getting up from her seat had done nothing but aggravate her bladder. She’d already been on the verge of relief once. The fear made her feel loose, like she could leak at any moment.
She walked slowly through the snow, one hand on the lantern, the other between her legs to keep her river from flowing. The sounds of crunching beneath her boots moved with a slow, uneasy pace. Addilyn hated the dark, even in town she didn’t feel safe. The portal, with it's chains dug into the ruins of the church hung over the town, harpies swooping in the night and screeching. A ghastly demonic screech echoed through the air, frightening the bard as she began hastening her steps. The sooner she relieved herself, the sooner she'd back in the warm comfort of the tavern.
Maybe it was the slow speed at which she walked, maybe it was the fear that engulfed her like darkness engulfed the town, or maybe it was just the feeling of her full bladder with each step she took, but the walk felt endless, like an eternity. Behind the tavern was an old tin boiler, rusted and neglected, but still functional. Some of the snow around it had melted away from the heat it gave off. There were two houses on the west side of the tavern, separating the rear of the tavern from the street. There were no lights on, nobody would see her here. Nobody would notice an unsuspecting girl squatting to make her water here.
Addilyn sat the lantern down on an empty barrel by her side and began to lift her dress. A sound nearby, like tepid footsteps moving cautiously, caught the bards attention. She froze, her dressed hoisted over her arms as she looked out into the shadows with a fearful gaze. “It’s nothing. My imagination playing tricks on me.” Addilyn said to comfort herself. "There is no way anything could get through that wall." She hiked up her dress, pulled down her shorts, and nervously squatted in the snow. She took a deep breath and relaxed, granting her bladder relief. She could feel the cold numbing her bare backside.
In the silence, a quiet pattering began to fill the air. A sense of relief filled the young bard as her bladder emptied, a dark stream pittled from between her legs, yellowing the snow around her boots. “Uuu…” Addilyn whimpered. She couldn’t enjoy the relief she was feeling, it was overshadowed with fear as she glanced around the shadows, stopping only to peer down at the growing puddle beneath her legs. “Hmm~” She allowed herself one sigh of pleasure, watching as the spurt between her legs intensified, spraying the snow. The snow between her feet melted, the quiet tinkling turned to a loud splattering as her stream struck the now revealed dirt. The heat of her water rose, gently warming the bards legs.
Footsteps again. This time, Addilyn was certain she saw something, a beastly silhouette that stood still the moment she looked over, like it knew she was watching. Her heart began racing, she thought about pulling up her shorts and running; she didn’t even care if she’d piss herself, she wouldn’t care if she stumbled down into the tavern, piss cascading down her thighs if it meant she could escape the gaze of whatever was watching her.
Something definitely moved, Addilyn saw, and it was moving closer to her. Riddled with fear, she pulled up her shorts, her bladder still unrelieved as she began to feel the warmth of her stream filling her shorts. They grew heavy quickly as Addilyn pulled them back up, her thighs and maidenhood now soaked with her pee as she failed to stop her water. She ignored the growing warmth in her knickers, pooling between her legs and washing her lower lips. She had to ignore it, she needed to grab her rapier and defend herself. The beast was moving faster through the darkness, toward her.
Addilyn grabbed her rapier and lifted it in a defensive stance. Something warm was running down her legs, she caught a glimpse of her pee, glistening in the lanterns glow as it ran down her bare legs. No, I won’t let it bother me this time. The beast was closer; She could see it’s features more closely now, four legs and a maw that bore sharp yellow teeth beneath a set of dark red eyes.
Addilyn grasped her rapier nervously, clutching it tightly in her hand. This was it, when the beast would lunge, Addilyn would strike, just like Franziska had taught her. Ease up! Don't let your feet stop! Keep a firm grip on the hilt! She repeated the words Franziska had yelled aboard the Natalya religiously. Weave, stride, strike, repeat!
A dire wolf pup, larger and more ferocious than a mainland wolf, wandered into the light. Addilyn stared the beast down, rapier in-hand, ignoring the wetness growing between her legs. It’s eyes were red, a sign that it was berzerk, driven mad by the powerful magic of the red moon.
The wolf snarled, bearing it's fangs, white breath filling the air as it sized up the young bard. Addilyn stood ready, rapier out in a defensive stance. She wasn't ready when the wolf leapt for her, launching itself on it's hind legs toward the bard. All she had to do was move to the side and strike the wolf with one attack, but she couldn't. The wolf moved quickly, faster than she had expected. In surprise, Addilyn was frozen, too sluggish to properly counter the wolf's lunge. She didn't even notice the wolf was already atop her, knocking her to the ground with force. She felt the warmth as her wet shorts pressed against her backside.
It landed atop her, a beast of thick fur and a deathly stench atop her frail, frightened body. Addilyn used all of her strength to keep off the snarling beast that went for her neck. She wanted to scream but fear had grasped her throat. She was alone, nobody was coming, nobody had heard. This fight was her own. She had to think fast, something, anything to keep the wolf from her neck... and then she remembered; There was a last resort, one Addilyn did not use unless absolutely necessary; The cursed sign of Tsereteli was not something to be used with trivial intent, but she had no choice. Quickly, with a struggle to fend off the attacking wolf, she readied the spell, no, the curse. She felt a burning in her left arm as she channeled it, her palm grew as hot as hellfire.
Time felt like it froze, the cold winter became as hot as the burning hells as Addilyn spoke the cursed incantation she so rarely cast: Signum en Lupus. She placed a hand atop the wolfs head and cast the incantation.
The wolf stopped, growing passive as it’s eyes began to glow a bright gold; From a ravenous feral wolf to a timid puppy, the wolf jumped off the bard and whimpered, lowering it's head like a submissive child. She'd done it. “H-Hi.” Addilyn put her hand out slowly, letting the dire wolf sniff it. It’s tail rose and the wolf sat, tilting it’s head. After a second, the wolf rose to its feet and moved behind her, sniffing curiously around her wet shorts. “Ahh...hey, hey… You can’t do that to people. That’s not how we say hi!” She felt a flush in her cheeks. Gently, she pushed away the curious wolf, who’d taken a fondness in trying to sniff her backside. “Though you don’t see me as people, do you? You recognize me now… like this.” The dire wolf didn’t understand, it’s head tilted further. “You can’t stay here, the other’s aren’t like me.”
The wolf did nothing, it sat by her side and yawned. A howl echoed through the trees, nabbing the pups attention as it’s ears pricked up. “Your family misses you.” Addilyn pet the wolf, smiling as she gestured back to the woods. As if it was a command, the dire wolf ran back into the shadows, vanishing into the night, back to it’s family. And now Addilyn had to face the cold, wet truth as she stared down at her soggy shorts. She sighed, frowning at the darkened fabric that clung to her body. I wet myself again… She tried to be brave, she really did, but it didn’t stop her. To Addilyn, this felt like a failure, she’d let fear get the best of her again.
It reminded Addilyn of something Franziska had said just two nights ago. “When I went to... take a piss earlier, that thing, that portal that appeared, it caught me by surprise. Fear ran through me and before I knew it, I was so paralyzed by fear, that I was... pissing myself." Franziska had spoken so boldly, even for something so embarrassing she accepted that it happened, and that she was no weaker for it. "I saw that giant portal and those chains manifest from thin air, and stricken with panic, I couldn’t hold myself. So no it isn’t snow. I...fear-stricken...pissed myself.” Lying in that bed, that was the moment Addilyn had said she'd be better, that she wouldn't let the small things get to her.
“Not this time…” Addilyn holstered her rapier and shook her head. Her heart was pounding, even in the cold she felt a sweat. “I didn’t run away this time, I didn’t cower, I held my ground.” Suddenly, she didn't feel so scared. A surge of bravery warmed her blood. The night did not seem so dark, the cold did not seem so chilling, the monsters around her did not feel so threatening. "I am Addilyn Tsereteli, wanderer of the Caravarni, and soon... the hero of Oldengrad." The bard got back to her feet. "The next time, I'll be ready." She headed back into the tavern, where a quick bath and bed were waiting.
Edited May 26, 2018 by Clom
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Patented Clom warning: I know, I know, this is tagged messing, but this next short is solely about it. There's a peeing scene but this story is a lot more about messing, including some pretty crude details so you've been warned. Twice.
This is bonus, not related to the current story of eastern isle. It's about Franziska when she was younger, a wandering monster hunter earning her pay from contracts around the world. This was just some fun because I'd like to work on writing fight scenes as well as writing about messing from the characters point of view. Some world building too.
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The young monster hunter, Franziska, pulled the opening of the aside, peering in with a curious glance. A cloud of sweet smoke tickled the back of her throat, causing her to cough. Once the smoke cleared, she looked over to a cabinet beside her; The Yatari were a strange group of merchants, peddling curiosities from their home country of Indarra. Small mysterious vials lined a shelf, beneath them sat shrunken heads, books of curses and hexes, the kind of exotic rarities she would expect from a witch doctor, not a merchant.
At the back of the tent, kneeling down before a small table, sat an elderly man with long wiry hair that lacked any colour. “Greetings, traveler.” He greeted the young monster hunter, brushing his pale hair away from his face. The elderly man was nought but skin and bones, he was frail and wrinkled, yet his smile was still bright. “I am Da’jon Severos, head trader of the wandering Yatari. Please, enter. I can see a respite from these valleys is needed.”
Travelling through the windy valleys of Northern Balkana had left the honest, yet illusive face of the young Franziska wild and unkempt; Her flowing ruby hair had grown crooked and shaggy, Franziska had grown fond of tying it behind her head in a messy ponytail. Her eyes, while attentive had grown heavy, yearning for rest. “Thank you.” She entered the tent. “I am Franziska Audenveil, sword of the Selkava.”
Her words drew curiosity from the merchant, who’s dull, weary eyes lifted with interest. “A monster slayer so far from the east?” He smiled, bewildered. “I did not expect a girl so young to undertake such a perilous path in her life.”
A few years shy of twenty and people still looked at her like a child. Nobody ever believed when she addressed herself as a sword of the Selkava. “Looks can be deceiving.” Franziska returned Severos’ smile. “I would not expect such a kind gentleman to be peddling cursed items or books on hexes.” She gestured to the shrunken heads and the strange curiosities on the shelves.
The answer was enough for Severos, who grinned and gestured to the silk cushion by his table. “We welcome those who protect these lands. Please, come sit.” The elderly gentleman gazed at her with foggy eyes before finally cracking a smile. “Can I interest you in some tea?” He asked, his toothless grin widening as he stared toward a small pot.
“Gladly, if it is of no inconvenience to you.” The ride had left Franziska with a raging thirst.
Severos struggled to stand, steadying himself with his cane, and crept slowly to a small ornate teapot sitting over a fire to his right. “It is not, my dear girl. These lands in the east, they bear a numbing cold that I can feel in my bones.” He stood, huddled over the pot as he poured out two cups of tea. “A special blend from my home country, nourishing to the body, as well as the soul.” He gave Franziska a wrinkled smile and presented a cup of hot steaming tea.
“I… thank you.” Franziska bowed her head and accepted the tea, cupping it with both hands and letting the warmth fade the numbness she was feeling. “If you do not mind, Severos, I have come seeking answers regarding a creature in the valley beyond Udenvel forest.” She sipped the fragrant tea curiously. Spices foreign to her palate hit her tongue, sweet yet strangely savoury, like cinnamon. It was good. She enjoyed a second sip. “I was told your caravans had come through the north… and had been the victims of an attack.”
Severos sipped his tea slowly. He pondered things in his head, his eyes staring into nothingness before he looked to Franziska and smiled again. “Hmm… your cup is empty, dear girl.” His withered hand reached out to grab it. “Allow me to pour you another.”
Franziska had not noticed her cup was empty. Already, she had gulped down the cup. “Please. You must forgive me, this tea is good.”
“You needn’t apologize. I am glad to hear it.” The elderly man grabbed the cup and set a pot down over the fire. “Yes, we came from the northern roads. Our caravans have come from Celdaria.” Almost instantly, the water in the pot began to bubble. Slowly, Severos took it from the fire. “I regret to say that I cannot identify the creature that attacked us. It attacked in the dead of night… all I can say, is that the beast was tall, taller than any human. And it’s moan… it echoed in the night. Distant, yet close. Loud, yet quiet…” Severos spoke with a horror that was recounting that night, but his description was poetic. “We fled quickly down the road, few caravans making it from the onslaught.” He lowered his head. “Am I to presume a contract has been put out for the creature?”
Franziska nodded. Talks of the creature of Udenvel forest had spread quickly, instilling fear on any who’d dare venture to the northern valley. “The town of Einreich a few miles back issued it. I was directed by a merchant who had told me your own caravans had a run-in with this creature.”
“Hmm, many have had an unfateful run-in with this creature. Few travelers have come into this camp with a similar tale to our own.” Severos recounted the night of the attack in greater detail. He shared talks of other people who’d pass through the camp with a tale of a large lurking terror harassing them, forcing them to flee in the dead of night.. Franziska sat sipping at her tea, listening intently to every word he said. When her cup was empty, the elderly man would offer another, and delighted with the taste, Franziska would accept.
The way Severos spoke of it suggested to Franziska that the creature moved around, sticking to the dark woods and attacking in the dead of night. “So it has some level of intelligence…” She noted to herself. She needed to make a note of every detail. Her almanac would only get her so far. She need to know details: how tall the creature was, when it attacked, how it attacked, all of these were important.
The elderly merchant continued and certain she had enough, “It’s tall, moans, attacks at night, and strikes with a crudely made club.” Franziska intervened, thanking the man with a kind nod. “Thank you Severos, for your help, and the tea.” She gulped down the last mouthful and slammed the cup down. “I have what I need.”
She concluded with a goodbye to the kind old merchant and headed back out into the camp. The smell of spices and tea filled the air, offset by the intrusion of manure. The Yatari were a large group, merchants and travelers that peddled exotic wares. Their camp, made up of tents and caravans was fairly-sized but cramped, the pathways were muddy, the space between tents was small, like moving down short narrow corridors. The sooner Franziska was back on the road, the better she'd feel.
Franziska saddled up her horse and rode out for the Udenvel forest. On the ride, she ran the words through her head. It’s tall, moans, attacks at night, and attacks with a crudely made club. Over and over she repeated them on the ride. A giant? A berserker? A troll? She’d never known a giant to get so close to humans, they were recluse, preferring the deepest regions of Balkana’s forests, far away from any humans. And a berserker, the patterns of attack and method would fit the strange demonic manifestations that would rarely emerge in the dead of night… but they were rare and once their taste for blood was sated they would vanish back to the dark realm they emerged from, they never attacked multiple times. The most likely culprit was trolls, a beast all too common to Balkana; raiding a merchants camp, looking for shiny things; hells know why it would moan, but the rest sounded fitting of a forest troll. This would plague her thoughts for most of the journey.
The lush green valleys of central Balkana grew greyer and drabber the further north Franziska went. The air grew colder and the forests grew denser and larger. She was unsure how long she had ridden, but it had to have been a few hours as she began to feel the four cups of tea sitting in her bladder, eager for release. Franziska had ignored her bladders call for relief for most of her journey. Each knock she took atop her horse reminded her, each knock was more painful than the last, but she'd continue on, ignoring it. It was only after passing the river and arriving in the valley could she not hold off nature’s call any longer. She needed to make a quick stop by a bush, but not on the main road where people were riding. She rode off from the path, between the trees and into the deeper woods. The dirt and leaves kicked up furiously as she spurred her horse on through the muddy terrain, looking for somewhere private to piss. She stopped short of some bushes and ordered her horse to halt. “Thank fuck…” She muttered, hopping off the horse and running for the bushes, clutching her cunt with both hands. Her bladder called for relief, burning between her legs with urgency, her lips quivered as she grabbed herself tighter. Every step felt like it was her last before she’d piss herself. She’d been holding it for a while, a long journey on a bladder filled with tea until she was bursting.
Quickly, she squatted down behind the bushes and pulled at her belt, furiously yanked down her greaves and pissed in the dirt. Her greaves were not even halfway down before her bladder burst, a flood of water began pouring from between her legs, striking the ground beneath her with a fierce splattering. Quickly, Franziska pulled her cloak aside and bent down behind the bushes “Ahhhhahaha…” She let out a gasp of relief as her water splattered in a pile of freshly fallen leaves. A bead of sweat ran down her cheek as the relief overtook her, sending a pleasure through her body that made her legs tremble. The force of her stream striking the leaves caused her water to sprinkle her boots, but it bothered Franziska none. Some piss on her boots was preferable to piss in her knickers.
She crossed her arms and leant forward, enjoying the relief as she made her water. She let the last of her water trickle into the dirt. Her stream died to the final drops, a large steaming puddle formed around her boots, her water dripping from the pile of crisp dry leaves she’d relieved herself on. “Ahhh…” She shuddered, jerking her shoulders gleefully. Though in her urgency, Franziska had forgotten to grab something to wipe with from one of the saddlebags. She grumbled, wiggled her arse to shake off the final drops and yanked one of the dry leaves from the bush to wipe herself.
Relieved, Franziska yanked up her greaves and made her way back to her horse. It was then she noticed something she had not noticed in her desperate haze. She had been so desperate for a piss that she hadn’t noticed there were two tracks leading deeper into the forest. Franziska leant down and took a look; they looked like caravan tracks and as she traced them into the forest, she began to see a path of destruction follow. Trees uprooted, earth and grass scattered like it had been trampled and thrown around, signs that urged Franziska to follow them. Most would’ve turned tail and ran at the sight of such destruction, but for a monster hunter, it was a sign they were following the right path.
Deeper into the forest Franziska went, one hand cautiously hovered over the hilt of her silver shortsword. In the dark woods, it felt like something was always watching her. The forest grew dense, overgrown pathways strangled by vines made the walk difficult, the sun vanished behind the thickness of the trees overhead, barely a few glimmers of sunlight made their way down. It made Franziska feel uneasy, her hand now grasping the hilt of her sword. With such thick foliage and little light, there had to be something watching her this far off the road.
The tracks led her to a small secluded camp, or more accurately, the ruins of a camp. Two merchants caravans remained with the torn remains of a tent and the hollow husk of a cold firepit. “If they made camp, then what the hell overturned these caravans?” That was what spread an uneasiness through her body. Wolves were all too common in Balkana, trolls too, but neither possessed the raw strength to overturn a caravan full of stock. That meant she could cross trolls of her list, and it made the chance of it being a giant much higher. Franziska turned her attention to the caravans first. She examined them, peering inside for any clue. To her surprise, the stock was left behind, broken bottles spread across the overturned cart, crates still loaded with supplies were left behind too. “Whatever did this wasn’t interested in stealing.” Franziska concluded.
She looked around the forest, hoping the dense woodland could offer something more, but the trail ran cold at the camp, and only untouched forest remained. There was still something to be found, Franziska just knew it, and if the trail couldn’t show her, she’d just have to look beyond what she could see. The demon’s gaze, the ability to sense dark magic. If it was a monster harassing these lands, then Franziska would be able to sense it; all monsters left behind dark a trace of black magic. The strength of the magic varied depending on the creature, and it wasn’t entirely accurate, but it would give Franziska an idea of what she could be facing.
But first, her demonic power had to be awakened. Franziska closed her eyes and focused all of her energy. She felt it awaken, her blood began to boil as a crippling pain shot through her body. The powers of her demonic blood came alive, she felt the dark energy permeating at her fingertips as the world around her went dark with only her senses to guide her. With a demon’s gaze, Franziska could see and feel dark magic, but the power cost her her sight. The world became an unending darkness, yet Franziska could not get lost, she always knew where she was going and see as if the world around her was still visible. She could sense dark magic everywhere, lingering, but growing stronger to the north. It was strong, whatever was here was a creature of strong corrupted magic. Franziska could feel it, the dark magic was overwhelming. Her blood ran cold as the strong magic led her to believe it most likely a berserker.
She followed the path, noticing the concentration of dark magic was stronger is some areas, suggesting to Franziska that whatever had attacked the camp had stalked it’s prey from these small areas. She pushed on, feeling fatigue set in from the power of her demon’s gaze; Her body began to feel weak, her legs trembled as her blood grew hotter like lava in her veins. Franziska couldn’t maintain the energy needed for her demonic power any longer, it was a short-lived power but useful nonetheless.
“A giant shaman? Berzerker sounds back on the table.” She said to herself. Her blood began flaring up and her head was pounding from the pain. She unfocused her power and let the pain in her body settle before advancing. The world returned to her, the cold forest filled her vision, the smell of dank and earth filled her nostrils, the tweeting of nearby songbirds sang in her ears. Her senses had returned and once her demonic blood had settled Franziska ventured further north, knowing the trail persisted deeper into the valley.
Dusk came quickly, the sun began setting in the distance and before Franziska knew it the night was upon the valley. Darkness spread out across the land, a blanket of stars filling the clear sky. It was too late to be searching now, Franziska decided to get off the road and find a place to camp. She rode off the path and into the deeper forest, coming across a small opening beneath the trees that would suffice for a camp; open space, fair protection from the elements, and far enough off the path that it would arouse no suspicion from bandits.
Franziska hopped down from her horse and grabbed the silverlight lantern from her horse’s saddle. This far off the road, she had to be wary of dark creatures. With the silverlight lantern, no beasts could stalk her camp, the silver light would repel them and force them to keep their distance. She poured a small handful of silver dust into the lantern and lit it, watching as it resonated with a faint silver glow. She sat it on a tree stump and gathered the rest of her camping supplies; a large tattered sheet, a brass cooking pot, a jar of preserved stew and some firewood.
She lay out the blanket, poured out the jar of stew into the cooking pot, and readied the firewood. She grabbed an orange gem from her rucksack; a firestone. She crushed the gem in her hand, the fragments began heating up in her palm. She threw them on the firepit, watching as the fragments burst into tiny flames, slowly growing into a roaring fire. The flames grew bigger, engulfing the kindling in a bright orange glow that warmed the chilly air around her. Franziska sat down by the firepit, allowing herself a moment to enjoy the heat, and laid out the remaining contents of her rucksack in front of her. “Fragments of silver, bomb husks… and the most important ingredient.” She lifted a flask of red liquid to her eyes. “Vorment’s blood.” The ingredients necessary for silvershard bombs, one of the most versatile weapons in a monster hunters arsenal, perfect for tackling any creature regardless of size.
She sat the pot of stew over the fire and got to work on her bomb making. There was no need for delicate hands when it came to bomb making. The only call for attention was ensuring the Vorment’s blood did not come into contact with any flame. A stray spark or wandering flicker would be enough to ignite the highly volatile blood, but Franziska was no novice to bomb making, it was the substudy of her alchemy that she knew from heart. She loaded a handful of the silver fragments into a bomb husk and filled it to the brim with the blood. Any creature, dark-blooded or not, would not be able to resist the blast of such a potent explosive. If she was dealing with a giant, the blast would stagger it, allowing her more lethal strikes.
The pot of stew above the fire began to bubble as she prepared the final bomb. The smell of spiced meat and gravy filled the air, conjuring a growl from Franziska’s stomach. She hadn’t eaten all day, the most that had filled her empty stomach was the generous offering of tea the elderly merchant had given her. Every time she neglected a meal, she was reminded of the teachings of elder Khazim at the Selkava Fortress; A good meal is just as important as the sword on your back.
Franziska finished her stew and readied herself for bed. The cold night would forbid her the pleasure of sleeping in the nude; which was a shame, she enjoyed the feeling of a warm sheepskin against her naked body. She made her water behind a tree, the cold night causing the steam to rise around her thighs as she emptied her bladder against the trunk of a giant oak. After relieving her bladder, Franziska settled into her sheets, as she lay down her stomach felt unsettled, it felt heavier after her dinner. She thought nothing of it and fell asleep beside the fire.
Some time, most of it spent in the darkness of sleep, passed. An owl swooped down, landing nearby, looking over the camp. Franziska lay awake in her sheepskins, a grimace on her face as she rested her hands on her stomach. The pains in her stomach had gotten to be too much, driving Franziska from her sleep. She couldn’t tell how long she’d been asleep for, the fire was still burning; it would burn the whole night with a firestone lighting it. Above a canvas of stars twinkled, the moon was above her. At best, Franziska could guess it was after midnight.
She lay in her bed sheets, staring up at the stars in the sky and muttered gentle words of encouragement to herself. “I’m fine. It’s nothing. You can wait.” There was no kind way to say it: Franziska had to shit. “I should’ve known, it’s been two days.” A brothel a few towns back; that was the last time she had relieved her bowels. She’d made passionate love to a woman on the night, eaten a sloppy breakfast the next morning and then dropped a log in the outhouse before leaving for the town of Einreich. That was two days ago. She hadn’t felt the urge of her bowels since then, the small meals had kept her stomach relatively settled until now.
Her stomach grumbled, a fierce weight in her gut pushed down on her. Franziska tried to ignore her bowels, crossing her legs and turning on her side with the hopes the pains in her lower stomach would go, but they persisted regardless of how she lay, her stomach gurgled and every few moments something hard would press against her sphincter. She could feel it descending from her gut, down to the opening of her anus. It was when she felt her anus widen and something hard poke out from between her cheeks that she realized she couldn’t hold it until morning.
With a sigh, Franziska threw her sheepskin bedding aside, the disgruntled sounds she made as she got to her feet disturbed her horse, who neighed in shock to her owners awakening. “You needn’t worry.” She stroked the horse’s mane as she desperately rummaged in one of the saddlebags. “I haven’t shit in two days, and I can’t hold it until morning.” A few sheets of silk, perfect for cleaning up once she was done. Franziska took them from the saddlebag, grabbed her rucksack and sword and ventured quickly into the forest, puckering her anus and praying for just another minute.
Although the feelings were urgent, Franziska walked a fair distance from her camp, deeper into the forest, her silverlight lantern in hand. It was a habit of hers, she could not relieve herself by the side of the road like a commoner. She owed it to her Vetallan nature that issues like this flared up her cheeks unless she was somewhere completely isolated. Deep in the forest, nobody would hear the sounds of her expulsion, they wouldn’t hear the muddy splats or find the leavings once she was finished. And once she was done and relieved, she wouldn’t have to suffer the smell this far from her camp.
She felt the mass poking out again, the pains in her stomach grew intensely. Franziska grimaced as she clenched her cheeks, puckering up and forcing the mass to retreat. Her stomach growled and the pains grew briefly until it felt like her muscles were going to go soft, her body telling her it couldn’t hold the weight of her bowels much longer. An owl sat on a branch above, watching the monster hunter as she settled on an area to empty her bowels; a small bank beside the running river.
A moan called out nearby, distracting her. Slowly, Franziska stepped out from beside the bush and looked out into the forest. Whatever that was... It was close. She didn’t know a creature that made such a deep moan, but whatever it was sounded like it was in pain. “A moan, late at night.” Had the creature terrorizing the valley seen her camp? It was nearby, a short walk to the east from where she was, that was where it sounded like the creature was. Franziska sighed again, she really needed to relieve herself but she couldn’t do it knowing something was nearby, especially if it was the creature. She didn’t wish to end up like the stories Severos had recounted earlier. “This will take but a minute.” She mumbled to herself, hoping those words would steel her bowels long enough for her to investigate.
Slowly, and with her shortsword in hand, Franziska moved toward the source of the moaning. She wandered upon the remains of another camp, all that had been left behind was one caravan. There was nothing else left. So far north, Franziska wondered if this was one of Severos’ merchant caravans just like the others she’d seen. She looked around the camp, fixing her lantern into the shadows of the forest, searching for what was out there. She could see nothing in the darkness. Something began creaking behind her, it was the caravan; the rusted wheels and faulty joints creaked as the wooden box shook. Something was hiding inside. Franziska knew it.
She drew her sword, set the lantern down and approached the caravan. Now of all times... She cursed. It could've been nothing, she wished it was nothing. If the camp was empty she could at least excuse herself to relieve her bowels. Suddenly, the caravan began to move, the chain attached to it shook violently as an agonizing moan filled the air. From beside it, the air shimmered and distorted; an illusion dispelled, revealing an animated tree, an ent, carved from the trunk of a large oak and given life in the form of a crystal heart that gleamed from a cavity in its chest. It was carved in the shape of a human, it’s face was hollow, carved out until only a void remained, the moans of pain echoed from hole in it’s head. The creature rose to its feet; it was tall, at least fifteen feet. Franziska noticed a chain tied around its hand. The cart by its side rose into the air, the ent wielded it like a flail, grasping the chain and letting the caravan dangle from the floor.
Her eyes widened in horror, this was the terror harassing the valley. It had to be. Something had given this life, forged it with malevolent intent. And now it had the monster hunter in its sight. Fear overtook her, she felt like she was about to shit herself. With it’s free hand, the ent attacked Franziska, punching at the ground. Franziska struggled to counter, the pushing pains against her sphincter made her movements rigid. She narrowly avoided the ent’s follow-up attack as it swung the caravan like a flail. The large box of wood dug up the earth beneath it and sent it into the air, showering her with earth.
The creature attacked relentlessly, with the speed and fury of a storm. Franziska struggled to keep up as it attacked five times. She kept count. Each attack would be followed up with a stronger, slower swing of the caravan the ent wielded. The ent struck out near her, missing Franziska but the force of the blow knocked her back, staggering her. It was then, she felt a twitch of her anus; her body grew weak from fighting and she couldn’t keep her sphincter clenched any longer. Something moist and warm began pouring out between her cheeks and spilling into her knickers. The ent attacked, moaning angrily as it swung the cart around. As she voided her bowels, Franziska couldn’t ignore the ent. A long brown snake was unfurling in her knickers, and she was powerless to stop it, all of her attention and focus was on fighting the Ent. All Franziska could do was let it happen, let her bowels empty, her knickers filling with her mess. Fear and fatigue had gotten the best of her, turning her bowels soft. There was no time to worry about it now, no monster hunter worth their grain let such a trivial incident interfere with their fight.
She had no choice but to fight with her knickers full of shit, moist and warm the feeling of her mess pushed against her backside as she rose back to her feet. It was uncomfortable, the weight of her greaves pestered her, distracted her as she tried to put all her focus into watching the ents movement. Angrily, it growled and swung the caravan carelessly with all its strength. The large wooden box smacked against a tree and shattered into a mass of splintered wood and planks, a few narrowly missing Franziska and scattering around the area.
The Ent groaned, angry that it’s weapon had been destroyed. It still held the chain, a single splintered plank dangling from it and began flailing it wildly in a rampage. It didn’t seem to care if it struck anything, flailing around the chain in every direction, a series of short frustrated grunts accompanied the wild rattling of the chain. It swung for Franziska, crashing down atop her; she barely had time to cast her blood barrier upon herself, a red shield engulfed her body, shattering instantly as the chain struck it. The barrier took the brunt of the swing, enough to keep Franziska moving on her feet. With every movement She made she felt the mess pressing against her backside, soft and wet, it was like clay shifting and reforming with every step.
All she could do was dodge the flailing chain. Any attempt to get near the creature was met with a furious groan and an angry swing of it’s fist. She avoided several angry swipes of the chain, keeping a calm composure and circling the creature, waiting for an opportunity. But it never presented itself. Franziska knew if she wanted to attack, she’d have to create the opportunity herself. She remembered she had just the tools for the task. The bombs! Quickly, while the ent was recovering from it’s attack, Franziska reached into her rucksack and pulled out one of the silver bombs. It needed to be perfect, if the explosion could strike the crystal heart, she’d be able to stagger it. From there, it would be simple if done right, she’d be able yank the crystal from the ent’s chest.
It’s chain came down with fierce strength, striking the ground and tearing the earth where it impacted. Franziska managed to roll aside, rolling away from the second attack as it flailed the chain across the ground in an attempt to catch her. She grimaced as her mess was squished up against her rear, a soft clay like mass pressing against her, warm and moist. The ent raised the chain upwards, fortune favoured Franziska as it wrapped the chain around the trunk of a tree. The ent moaned with frustration and began pulling at the tree, trying to rive the chain that had twisted around it.
That was the chance. Franziska grabbed her flint lighter and lit the fuse. The bomb began hissing as the fuse quickly ran down. She had limited time to do this, failure… or hesitance would spell her death. Precise, it needed to be precise. She rose to her feet, took aim towards the ent’s hollowed out face and threw the bomb. The explosion was ear-shattering, red sparks flew as a hundred shards of rogue silver split into the air, but she hit her target.
With a pained moan, the ent collapsed. The ground shook violently from the force of the creatures landing. Franziska kept her footing, almost refusing to fall down again. She readied a second bomb and sprinted toward the Ent. It continued to moan with pain. She jumped up onto the creatures chest and ran to where its heart would be. A glowing black crystal lay embedded in it’s upper chest. Franziska drove her shortsword into the crystal and sliced up, shattering the crystal in two. The ent began shaking violent as the crystal shattered, it’s pained moans haunted the air like screams of death.
It struggled to climb back to its feet, almost as if it had forgotten how. The Ent rose to its feet, only to collapse to the ground again, lifeless. The creature forged from a mighty tree, given life and purpose, was now nothing more than a . The battle was over… and the monster hunter had won.
Franziska dropped her sword, fatigued from the conflict, she squatted down, feeling the weight of her mess weighing her greaves down, and regained her strength. Her body felt light, the rush of combat subsiding made her feel dizzy. She steadied herself on her sword, panting heavily, beads of sweat running down her face. The air felt thicker, and the foul stench of her mess filled the air. It was not the first time she had shit herself in the heat of combat, it was something she had come to accept. But that didn’t mean she had to like it. She stood up and, frustrated with her accident, kicked at the ground.
With the ent defeated, Franziska stumbled back to her camp, threw down the Ent’s crystal heart, and proceeded to inspect the damage to her greaves; pulling her greaves down to her knees, Franziska frowned at the sight of her knickers now stained a miserable brown; full with shit. The log she had squeezed out had soiled her greaves as well as her bare backside. “Fuck…” She stripped off her greaves, feeling an unflattering breeze caress her muddy thighs.
She had no choice but to wash in the nearby river. Franziska stripped off to the nude and hopped down into the cold water. On such a cold night, Franziska did not enjoy splashing ice cold water against her. She could hardly feel her legs, and the numbness as she splashed water against her cunt made her teeth chatter/ She washed off the mess smushed against her backside and gave her body a quick wash with a rag and some soap, wiping away the sweat from her body. Once she was finished, she stumbled back to her camp wrapped in only a cloak and her boots. She sat down on the sheepskin, feeling the fur of her sheets against her bare backside. It felt nice. “So, an ent?” She held the crystal heart in her hands. “I wonder how I’ll explain this to the town…” |
Just a little bonus because I had made plans for this before starting the Eastern Isle prequel. Talia, the Vestals intro was going to start along these lines. This story also serves as a thank you. It's nice to know this series is enjoyed by people.
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Talia’s quarters in the church was not any bigger than the room she shared with the other children when she first arrived on the steps of the Capital Church as an infant. A room just big enough to house one girl. This was her space, a small bedchamber overlooking the western city. A small piece of the world to call her own. Talia did not want for much, and it was reflected in the bare state of her quarters. A neatly kept bed with a few books stacked on a table beside it were the only things she kept, as well as a small selection of salvaged items that lined a shelf by her window. “Vagrant Charms” they were called; small meaningless items favoured by people in the lower bergs where she was born. Talia enjoyed them, though she was not superstitious, she liked to believe some good in her life came from them.
Talia Petrenko was a Vestal for the Capital Church, a girl of eighteen years. She was short, with long blonde hair fashioned in a graceful braid. She was a fitting face for a Vestal, young and pure; her nose was short, her smile everlasting and her skin light. The vagrancy of her youth did not shine through so easily, no scars, no crooked ears or anything ugly. To many, Talia had the looks of a lady, a lady who had always belonged within the church. Tonight was a special night for Talia, the night she would prove herself as a Vestal of the church. It was to be her first night doing the rounds of the afflicted clinics in the church district. A rite of passage for any young Vestal. To tend to the afflicted was a service all Vestals must undertake. It was not a pleasant service for many, and the constant fear of attack from the afflicted gnawed at the back of Talia’s mind. But she would be accompanied by a Paladin, a warrior of the church who would see to it that she traveled safely through the Church District, and to ensure no harm would befall while tending to the afflicted. For the night, Talia’s life was in the hands of Paladin Gayle, a older, reputable paladin. And a warrior Talia trusted dearly.
“Ninth toll. Ninth toll. Ninth toll.” Talia kept repeating to herself, her quiet voice growing hoarse as she repeated it incessantly. She could be forgetful, clumsy at times if she did not remind herself. Paladin Gayle had instructed her to be in the courtyard for the ninth hour. Exactly. The paladin had been adamant about it, speaking in a manner that would not accept poor punctuality. So Talia did well to remind herself. She packed the essentials into her rucksack, moving with haste. A bag of sleeping powder, her spellbook, a Vestal’s idol and of course, her silver dagger, a small blade that gleamed in the lantern light. That was everything Vestal Margaret had told her would be needed.
That was her preparation tended to. Talia was ready, though her nerves told her otherwise. Her stomach felt heavy, and a need to relieve her bowels had been plaguing the young Vestals mind for several hours. But Talia had been caught up in preparation, making sure nothing would go wrong, making sure she had everything and that it was presentable. Visiting the lavatory had been the last thing on her mind… until now. Her stomach weighed on her, and deeper in her gut she could feel a hot heavy mass pressing down on her sphincter, yearning for release.
“I really have to…” The Vestal put a hand on her stomach, only now realizing how desperate she had grown. “But I mustn't be late.” There was no holding it, she had to go, and urgently. The bell had not yet rang, though when Talia had last checked it was not far off. "It'll be fine if I'm quick." She told herself, hoisting her rucksack over her shoulder and heading quickly for the lavatory.
The halls were always empty late at night. Many retired to their beds early while others would head out into the town for reasons Talia never understood. Some would never tell her if she asked, warning her that some things were not fit for a Vestal's ear. She had always hated that, she was seen as a young girl, never as a mature lady, so was the way of a church Vestal.
There was a certain tranquility to the dimly lit halls of the Capital Church, a feeling of peace and safety, the candles shone brightly along the stone walls, heavenly portraits gleamed from the stone, paintings of the gods and the heavens lining the walls, all beneath the darkened watch of the stained glass windows of the high ceilings above.
The thoughts of relieving herself had only served to hasten her bowels. The urges grew progressively worse with each step Talia took as she knew with each step relief grew closer. She had been holding it longer than she thought. She whimpered knowing the lavatories were so far from her quarters. Talia still worried somebody would see her, wondering why she was walking so strangely. Nobody noticed Though as she rushed stiffly toward the lavatory, her cheeks squeezed together as the weight in her bowels pushed down against her anus. It was like a turtle rearing it's head from beneath it's shell, trying to peek out.
“Talia!” A unexpected voice called out as she hurried across the great hall.
A boy with long brown hair and dark green eyes, with strong youthful features, all wrapped up in a long black cloak with a rapier hanging by his side. Lukaszic, one of the Selkava apprentices who had appeared at the church a few weeks ago. He was a handsome boy, and one Talia fell head over heels for. Though only a friend, he was a boy who made Talia's heart burn... as well as her maidenhood. Impure thoughts plagued her mind as she stared at the young man. “Ah, Lukaszic.” Talia stopped dead in her tracks. Not even the desperate cramping of her bowels could stop her from speaking to the boy who made her heart flutter. She stood, sphincter clenched to keep in the log she desperately needed to release. “I-Is something the m-matter?” She couldn’t focus, even speaking felt like a monumental task. She stood, rocking gently to distract herself from the pains.
The young man smiled. “Somebody told me earlier that tonight will be your first night tending to the sick.” He leant in to give the Vestal a tender kiss on the cheek. "For good luck." He smiled.
In that moment of weakness, Talia was almost swept off her feet, she relaxed, overwhelmed with delight from the young man’s kiss. In that moment of weakness, something soft reared its head from between her cheeks once more, further this time. It was then Talia realized she couldn’t stay for idle conversation, no matter how much she wished she could. Embarrassed, Talia's eyes widened as she was forced to pucker up, denying her waste from escaping into her robes. The urges grew worse, the weight of her bowels continued to resist her holding, pushing against her puckered anus with fierce resistance, unable to be denied much longer. It was like a punishment for defying her urges. If she loosened up, Talia feared she’d void her bowels right there in her robes. “Ha! Thank you, I-I… must be going!”
Before Lukaszic could reply, Talia was already off, her stiff walk escalating into a desperate sprint. “I’ll catch you later tonight!” She called to the boy as she vanished.
The lavatory was in the south wing. Communal, something Talia didn’t enjoy. She couldn’t relax at the idea somebody could be in the stall beside her, able to hear all the noises as she did her business. Because of that she favoured visiting the lavatory in the dead of night, when she could void her bowels in peace. Thankfully, the lavatory was empty. A small chamber with three stalls and a small wash basin welcomed her, as did the pleasant smell of lavender.
Quickly, Talia ran into the nearest stall, slamming the door shut behind her. The stall was just wide enough to accommodate a single person. Fixed to the back of the wall was the small marble lavatory, a small cistern hanging overhead. Urgency ran through Talia as she stared down at the bowl, her anus quivering as relief was just a second away. She threw her medicine bag down by her side and began frantically undoing her robes.
“Uuu… I need to hold it.” Twisting and struggling to pull up her robes, Talia could feel herself growing closer to an accident. Two layers of robes, and reaching to undo her knickers was near impossible as she shook feverishly. She needed to calm herself, but the cramping in her stomach, as well as the wet feeling of her waste attempting to push itself from between her cheeks made it difficult. “P-Please…” She pleaded with her body, feeling the brown turtles head poking out dangerously close to the cloth of her knickers.
Just barely, Talia hooked her thumbs around her knickers and yanked them down, kicking her legs until they were around her knees. She hiked up her skirt and plopped herself down on the lavatory. The seat was cold, but she didn’t care. Talia breathed a sigh of relief as she expelled; a long moist snake began squirming from her backside as she strained, her anus widening as she pushed it out quickly. “Haa…” She sighed softly, her stomach feeling lighter as she continued to push out the large log of her waste. It was warm as it slid out between her cheeks, filling the air with a soft crackling as it kept pouring. A pleasurable shiver ran up her spine as a sizeable chunk of the log broke off, splashing into the water. Talia bit her lip, feeling her cheeks burn as the sound of her waste hitting the water echoed around the room.
“Haaa~” Talia exhaled again. She lifted her arms, allowing her long vestal robes to rest by her sides. She strained, forcing out the last of the log. She felt a brief pain, as a second, smaller log spilled out, followed by a squeak that escaped her backside as she broke wind. Her eyes widened, she wasn’t expecting to break wind, or for it to be so loud. The vestal covered her mouth, shielding a whimper.
Although the worst was over, Talia leant forward, crossing her arms as she was still relieving her bladder. A warm flow streamed from between her legs, tinkling into the lavatory. Talia leant back, smiling as the cramps subsided. She had needed this, to lighten the load in her belly. She sat, relieved at last. The last of her water trickled from between her legs. Though she still felt uneasy. It had grown dangerously close to the ninth hour while she was preparing. She would’ve forsaken relieving herself if she thought she could hold it. But time was growing short, it could not be much longer until the bells rang out around Velgorod. “Uuu… This wasn’t meant to take too long, I’m going to be late…” She whimpered, reaching for the paper.
Just as she spoke, fate had decided to toy with the young Vestal. The bells tolled out around Velgorod, a loud thunderous metallic ringing that signaled the ninth hour of the night. Talia did not feel so relaxed all of a sudden. She leant forward, the smile on her face quickly becoming worry. “Gah! I was to be outside now!” She yelled in panic. The ninth hour and here she was, knickers around her ankles on the lavatory.
There was no time to waste, quickly Talia tore off a few sheets of paper, wiped the mess from her backside, struggled to pull her knickers back up, and rushed out to meet with Paladin Gayle. She could only hope the Paladin would be forgiving.
Outside, a hazel haired girl, clad in the white armour of the Paladins stood clutching her mace. Paladin Gayle. Talia ran up to her quickly, not wanting to waste any more of her time. The paladin turned, hearing the timid footsteps of the young Vestal. “You’re late, Talia.” Paladin Gayle looked furious, her brow furrowed and the grip on her mace was stronger than a moment ago. “I did say to be here for the ninth toll. Exactly. Where have you been?”
Talia clutched her bag tightly, finding some comfort as she feared scorn. She could not proclaim so easily that she had been voiding her bowels, or that she had been so caught up in the relief that time escaped her. Vestals were pure, innocent, they did not divulge such vulgar activities. Talia could feel her cheeks burning red just thinking about it. “I w-was just checking I had everything before leaving.” She responded, holding out her rucksack in a thinly-veiled attempt to show proof.
Paladin Gayle did not look convinced, shaking her head and letting out a frustrated sigh. “Very well. We will discuss this later. Do you have everything you need?”
Talia nodded, knowing that she had packed everything Sister Margaret had told her was necessary for the rounds of the clinics. She threw her rucksack over her shoulders and properly adjusted her belt. “We are heading out to the Sanguine Clinic, right?” |
The Town Hall lacked the beauty and grace of the Capital Church. Everything south of Velgorod lacked the beauty of Oldengrad’s capital. Xoe had come to accept that. This old wooden building however, had become a testament to the Church, a symbol of their resilience. The Capital Church, and the upper echelons of religion it housed may have been gone, slaughtered by a demonic invasion, but the grunts, the lower ranks of the Church, would survive. They always found a way.
Xoe stood beside her companion, Ro’gaul, awaiting the Head Cleric and his flood of questions. The tall brute of a man stood quietly, watching the Head Cleric speak with a small number of his Clerics. He was a tall, aging man, with thinning hair and a short beard on his sagging face. He looked tired, broken. Xoe couldn’t blame him after the news she had broken. His Church was dead, dying at the hands of the hellish onslaught. It was like she could read his mind. He was lost right now, looking for an answer to cling to.
It was the Head Paladin that truly bothered Xoe. A young, blonde haired woman who looked as if she had been carved from stone. She was small, and the bulk of her armour made her look wide. She stood by the corner of the large hall, glaring at the two strangers who had entered her town.
Xoe examined them both, watching their movements, their eyes, how they spoke. If she was to get her own way, then she’d have to appeal to the weakest one. In this case, that was the Head Cleric. The man had already shown his softness, allowing Xoe’s request of having this meeting in the warm comfort of the town hall. A man with some authority would’ve stood his ground and forced her to answer those questions on the spot, or fear being thrown from the town, or worse cut down by the Paladins. He was the one she had to focus if she was to get anything.
Right now, Xoe wanted nothing more than to be out of her travelling gear and back into something more comfortable. But most importantly for the Oracle, she had not relieved herself since leaving camp, doing the deed on a tree with an illusionary barrier hiding her immodesty. It had been a walk since dawn to the gates of Minevorska, and the urgency of reaching town permitted neither her or her companion any stops. She wished to be out of her clothes and into something more fitting of a Xian'Tao, as well as using the lavatory. The feeling was not too bad, but her urge to answer natures call was niggling, bothering the young Oracle.
Finally, the Head Cleric waved off his Cleric’s and approached Xoe and her companion. He glared for a moment, looking over to the Head Paladin and then back to her. “You have come from the north, yes? From Velgorod?” He asked, speaking in a low, weary voice.
Xoe nodded. “We were in the company of the Capital Church before its destruction.”
The Head Cleric sat down on a chair. He rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath. “We have had only silence down here until the undead arose, and that… structure that tore through our Church.” He looked up from the floor, his eyes weary from little sleep. “What in the realms happened up north that started all this?”
Xoe remained silent for a moment, glancing at the Head Cleric with a smile. She did not wait, preferring to come right out and say it. She put on her friendliest voice. “If it is fine with you, Head Cleric.” She deliberately refused to look at the Head Paladin. “It has been a long journey. I’m afraid I’m a mess. I would wish to freshen up before I answer anything.”
“You can hold it.” The Head Paladin replied, giving the Head Cleric no time to respond himself. She glared at Xoe, the brute of a woman standing with her arms firmly crossed. “You wasted enough of our time outside.”
“I was speaking to the Head Cleric.” Xoe replied, gesturing to the Head Paladin with an uninterested brush of her hand. She didn’t look her in eyes. “With your permission of course.” She smiled.
In a moment of silence, the Head Cleric returned her smile. "Very well." He grabbed hold of a passing Paladin and spoke to them. “Paladin Aliyev,” he greets them with a smile. “will you kindly show Ms Saphir to the back room?” He looks to the Head Paladin with a subtle, but sly smile. “And do not take your eyes off her. She is not to be taken anywhere else.” The Head Cleric stressed the last order.
The Paladin, a young soft faced girl with dark hair, acknowledged the Head Cleric’s request with a curt nod. “Of course, Head Cleric.” She looked to Xoe. “This way.”
“No, hold on.” The Head Paladin grabbed the young Paladin’s hand, telling her to stop. She turned to the Head Cleric, fuming. “Dexter, this woman shows up in our town, disrespects us and the church and now you are granting her every request. Let her wait, she can piss herself for all I care.”
“We can wait another minute, Catia. She’s cooperated somewhat, so far. Besides, she’s nowhere to run off to. She will be kept under watch.” He brushed off the criticising of the Head Paladin and looked only to the young Paladin. “See to it she does not take too long.”
“Well you are more than welcome to speak with Ro’Gaul in my absence.” Xoe interrupted them both, speaking honestly, but hiding the joy she was feeling. A tongue-less man could speak no words, but neither Heads of the church knew. “Now come.” Xoe grabbed the young Paladin’s arm and urged her to guide her to the backroom.
As they walked off, Xoe could hear the Heads of the church arguing, the Head Paladin frustrated that the Head Cleric had ordered one of her own. He seems to brush off the frustration, asking for her silence and beginning to address Ro’gaul.
The Paladin guided Xoe through the hall of working Church-hands. They looked to be keeping themselves busy, looking over maps, brewing potions, discussing plans of action. As she watched them in passing, Xoe wondered if she had been wrong to assume the Church had given up. They walked through a large set of doors into the back area, where it was quieter; the chatterings of the Church sounded like a whisper here. It was dark, and there was an unpleasant stench as they approached the last door at the back.
“Here we are.” The Paladin pushed open the wooden door, the old hinges creaking as it swung open.
Xoe stepped in first, appalled at the state of the privy. Old, rotting wood covered the walls, sunlight streamed in through a window at the top of the wall, the panes were frosted with the morning ice, and by her feet was a small rectangular hole in the floor with flies buzzing around it. The smell did not welcome her, the smell of rot and waste hit her nostrils like a punch to the face, strong enough to knock her back. Disgusted, and feeling she was about to retch, Xoe grabbed her nose. “Uggh, I am a guest of the Church and I am expected to use this… hole? I cannot at the very least use the outhouses?”
The Paladin shrugged her shoulders. “Head Cleric Dexter’s orders: You were to be shown to the backroom. Nowhere else.”
“May I get some privacy, at least?” She turned, facing the Paladin with her arms crossed sternly.
“I’m not to take my eyes off you.” The Paladin mimicked her actions, crossing her own eyes and glancing down at the privy. "If you have to do it, you do it with me watching."
She understood now, this was some cruel trick by the Head Cleric. If she was to use an excuse to escape answering his questions, then she’d be taken to the filthiest privy. It would’ve been a perfect call to her bluff… had Xoe been bluffing. But for once, the Orientian Oracle had not been making excuses. She well and truly needed to use the privy and this is what she got, a filthy, squalid, fly-infested hole. She had underestimated just how broken the Head Cleric had seemed. The man was still not feeble enough to be pushed around. “Very well, if this is how we are to do it; so be it.” If this is how it was to be, she’d do it on her own terms.
Xoe stretched out her arms, channeling her mana and summoning an illusionary barrier around her. The last she saw of the Paladin was the look of disbelief on her face as the barrier enveloped Xoe, shielding her from the Paladin’s watch.
“What on earth is this trickery?” The Paladin exploded with fury. “Explain yourself!”
Xoe chortled. “Oh, do not worry. It is merely an illusionary barrier. As long as you can hear my voice you’ll know I’m still here.” Now without the Paladin’s perverted eyes watching her, Xoe could relieve herself in peace. She undid her belt, pulled down her greaves and squatted over the floor, positioning herself until she hovered over the hole. She grabbed the hem of her coat and lifted it over her knees. “You’re welcome to keep asking me to speak. Though, my voice is all you’ll be able to hear.” What the barrier kept silent was all to the Caster’s preference.
The Paladin said nothing, making only a frustrated grunt for a noise.
"I shall take that as a no." With a grimace on her face, she looked down into the hole, seeing only blackness. An Oracle of the Xian’tao and she had to do… this in a filthy squalid hole. She detested it, but she had no choice. At least the barrier afforded her some privacy. Xoe closed her eyes, relaxed and curled her lips as she felt a rush of warmth flow from between her legs. With a quiet tinkle, she began pissing into the hole.
The small room resonated with a quiet hissing as Xoe relieved herself in the hole. She opened her eyes after a moment, staring down and watching as her stream pattered against the wooden board, covering it with a spray of piss. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief and rested her arms atop her knees, dealing with her bladder in peace. It felt relieving to make her water. Her maidenhood tingled with pleasure.
There was a draft blowing through the room and the unflattering feeling of tiny, ticklish feet against her backside. It did not feel pleasant, it felt disgusting, filthy little bugs crawling around her bare backside. Heaven’s knew where their disgusting little feet had been. She waved an angry hand behind her, trying to shoo away the tiny flies buzzing around her bare backside. It didn’t work, she could still their feet tickling her. She sighed wearily and tried to ignore it, focusing only on emptying her bladder.
Her stream died to a light trickle, the final drops tinkling into the depth below. “Better.” Xoe sighed, also letting the Paladin know she was still present. She looked down at the board, watching the stray drops of her piss drip into the darkness beneath her. A moment passed and Xoe began feeling a small weight pressing on her backside.
Even with the barrier, Xoe was nervous about relieving her bowels. Now she was here, squatting over the privy, she couldn't hold it in.Her anus twitched, a small brown lump poked out between her cheeks. She shook her head, sighing wearily. She had to do it now. Xoe relaxed again, letting the weight descend. The sound of soft crackling filled the air, though thankfully only she could hear the shameful sounds. With a light push, she squeezed out the moist log, feeling a brief pain as she expelled.
Her stomach settled as the log spilled out from her backside, squirming like a small brown snake and falling into the darkness beneath her. It hit the floor with a dirty splat, landing atop the puddle of piss. The faint pains in her stomach subsided, but she wasn’t done. Xoe breathed a sigh and pushed out the last of her waste. Her anus twitched, widening as she forced the final length of the log out. A thinner, stubbier log inched its way from her anus, pouring out with a soft crackle and breaking off into the privy hole.
“Hmm.” She was finished, her bladder and bowels relieved, but the disgust of doing it in this disgusting privy would haunt her for the rest of her life. After such an embarrassment, perpetrated by the Head Cleric, Xoe decided it was time to have some fun of her own. She needed to change out of these filthy clothes anyway, into something more presentable for the Heads of the Church.
She looked around the room, looking for something to wipe with; no paper, cloth, or leaves to clean herself up with were present. “Of course.” Xoe shook her head. She channeled her mana and summoned a few sheets of paper from her unending pocket. She wiped between her legs, wiped the mess from her backside and threw the messy paper into the hole. She looked down into it, her face twisting at the thought she had just used it, her waste now lying at the bottom of the hole. She hopped up to her feet and pulled up her greaves.
Instead of vanishing the barrier completely, Xoe channeled her mana, resizing the barrier and making it smaller, just big enough to cover the privy hole. That way, neither she, nor the Paladin would have to suffer the smell of her visit. She had grown fond of doing that after visiting the privy, especially with company. The thought of others smelling her leavings shamed her. Finished She shook the hem of her robe and stared at the Paladin.
“Are you done?” The Paladin asked, her voice shook with frustration.
Xoe, mocking the Paladin, rested a finger on her chin. “Not quite yet, I wish to get changed. A lady must look her best.” She looked the Paladin in the eyes, smirking smugly.
The Paladin grumbled, her fires quite clearly stoked. “You’ve done your business, that’s all you came here to do.” She hissed.
“I believe I asked if I could freshen up. I don’t know what the definition of that is in whatever little peasant village you hail from, but where I’m from that means for a lady to look her best.”
It took her a moment, but eventually the Paladin allowed her, reluctantly. “Fine… but you will do it without that barrier trick, and you will be quick.”
Xoe accepted, shrugging her shoulders and smirking with a mock gesture of seduction. “You needn’t worry about that. I have no shame in my body” She took off her long mage coat. “But if you insist on watching, at least make yourself useful. She said, throwing her coat over the Paladin. Beneath the coat she wore a dark purple shirt, tight fitting with a black overcoat protecting it. She took off her overcoat and held it in her hand.
With a snap of her fingers, Xoe summoned her spellcaster’s book by her side. The book levitated by her side, stopping just beside her eyes. With a twirl of her fingers, she flicked through the pages. “Ah, there.” She pressed her finger against the vanishing spell. With a simple snap of her fingers, the overcoat began to dissipate, fading in a small purple flame. She did the same with her shirt, stripping down to only her corset and vanishing it. Finally, she snapped her fingers one more time, feeling a soft drought against her thighs as her trousers began to dissipate. She stood now, in the filthy backroom, in only her lacy knickers and mud-caked boots, her long black braid resting atop the tip of her breast. She turned to the paladin, exposing her fair breasts to the young woman and stretched out a hand, revealing the tip of her breasts. “Now, if you would mind passing me my coat?”
The Paladin’s cheeks went red, she froze, her cheeks turning the colour of ruby as she stared at Xoe’s naked body, the Oracle covered only by a pair of lacy knickers. Xoe chuckled, snapping her fingers to break the Paladin from her lustful gaze. “My coat. Please.”
The Paladin handed her the robe with a trembling hand. It took her a moment to take her eyes off Xoe’s nude body. Her cheeks were flushed, the colour of burning crimson, her eyes were as wide as a child’s. It bothered Xoe none; She knew she was attractive, with a fine body that drew the eyes of every man in every town she passed. This is why she had chosen to do this; to tease the Young Paladin. If she was to treated as crudely as she had been by the Church in this town, she would cheer herself up by tempting and teasing the gaze of this poor young Paladin.
“Thank you.” She channelled some energy and vanished the coat in a small rise of purple flames. “That’s better.” She sighed, the air was chilly but being out of her gear was a pleasant feeling after such a long walk. Her robes were creased, her hair a mess, but most importantly for Xoe, she could wear something formal once more, something that wouldn’t get stained with dirt and sweat.
Pressing her fingers together, Xoe read along the lines of her spellbook. “Reflection. Hmm, there.” She read the words mentally, channelling her mana and pulling her hands apart. A large mirror formed from her finger tips, hanging in the air.
“You said this would not take long. I feel you are making a mockery of the Head Cleric’s generosity.” The Paladin hissed. In the mirrors reflection, she was leering at Xoe’s soft, but firm backside.
“I do know you’re admiring me.” Xoe giggled. She adjusted the reflection spell, allowing her to examine her thighs. “Hmm, I feel a change is in order.” With a snap of her fingers, she watched as her knickers vanished, revealing her bare backside for the Paladin to admire.
The Paladin finally cracked. With flushed cheeks, she let out a quiet squeak and immediately turned her back on her. “I… I shall give you a moment.”
“You’re a dear.” Xoe replied sarcastically; she smirked knowing the Paladin had finally cracked. She had her privacy now. She spent a moment pondering what to change into, and finally she settled on a pair of simple frilly knickers. She snapped her fingers, watching as a cream pair of lace knickers manifested in purple flame, covering up her immodesty. “Hmm, that is better.” She put her hands down the sides of her knickers and stretched them, enjoying their silken touch against her thighs.
She repeated the summoning spell for the rest of her clothes, dressing herself in a silver blouse, low cut to reveal her cleavage, black, tight fitting greaves that showed some form to her backside, and a long midnight blue coat that matched her hair. To finish, she undid the braid in her hair and straightened it out, finishing with her silver circlet. “Right.” She clapped her hands for the Paladin’s attention. “Now,” She slammed her spellbook closed and took it in her hands. Again, Xoe felt like an Oracle, sophisticated and presentable once more, “I will gladly speak with your Heads of the Church.” |
THE GOLDEN REVOLUTION
It was our turn to cook dinner so Valerie and I left the poolside ahead of the others to start preparations in the large, vaulted basement kitchen of the Tuscan villa. I had showered and changed into a shirt and shorts but Valerie had opted to prepare her Béarnaise sauce first. When I came back down to the kitchen she was still in her aqua bikini, busy infusing wine vinegar with onions, tarragon and peppercorns.
I picked up a tray and collected the cutlery and other things I needed to set the table under the pergola in the grounds of the villa. On the way there I saw Amanda, who had been absent from our group at the pool for some time. She was facing away from me, sitting with her feet up on one of the benches along the path through the shrubbery and was having a long, intimate conversation on her phone. Pee was streaming through the wooden slats of the bench into a puddle on to the stone slab below.
"Am I what?...." A giggle. "I might be...." More giggles. "You have too much imagination already!.....My dark red bikini if you must know!.....Oh, and I have put on a white t-shirt over it." A pause. "Its your fault!.....Because you've kept me talking so long, I couldn't wait, that's why....No I am not going to send you a selfie!!....You will just have to use that over-active imagination of yours!"
She looked up at me and blushed as I passed so I tactfully took another route back to the kitchen.
"Does Amanda have a boyfriend?" I asked Valerie.
"Not as far as I know" she replied. "She has certainly been having fun playing the field at university. But now I come to think of it she has hinted that there's one particular boy who is very interested in her and she did say he's rather sweet."
I prepared a salad as Valerie mixed egg yolks into her vinegar and then slowly folded in soft yellow butter, whisking the mixture continuously over a bain-marie whilst jigging up and down in an interesting sort of way. "I wish I had done a wee before I started this" she commented. "It is much cooler in here than it is outside and I drank lots of water this afternoon. I'm bursting!"
I would have offered to take over but I have no idea how to make Béarnaise sauce.
She turned off the heat under the bain-marie and whisked the sauce vigorously. "Tom," she said in a slightly strained voice as she moved restlessly from one foot to the other, "I think I have let this sauce get a bit hot. It isn't setting properly and I daren't stop whisking or it will separate and I will have to start over again. Could you get me some cold butter out of the fridge and cut it in thin slices for me?" She paused momentarily, pressing her legs tightly together and biting her lower lip. The fabric of her bikini dampened slightly between her crossed legs.
As I was opening a fresh pack of butter and slicing it on to a plate, Angela looked in to see how we were getting on before going upstairs to shower and change. Her French navy swimsuit was dry but there was a high tide mark around the bottom as a souvenir of her long afternoon at the poolside.
Valerie took the bowl out of the bain-marie and frantically whisked the stubbornly liquid sauce as I added the cold butter, one thin slab at a time to slowly melt into it. The thin liquid thickened into a perfect emulsion as she worked. "It is finally coming right!" she breathed. She carried the bowl over to the kitchen table and set it down. "Now I can go to the loo at last!"
She took a couple of steps then froze, crossing her legs tightly. The damp spot between her legs spread outwards and upwards as the fabric of her bikini absorbed another involuntary spurt. Stray rivulets tracked down her squeezed thighs.
Observing her daughter's desperation Angela said "I doubt you will make it all the way to the loo and I really don't want an accident on the carpet upstairs. You had better just wee on the floor here."
Valerie gave her a grateful smile. She placed her hands on her hips, parted her legs, relaxed and started to pee through her bikini.
"Better now?" Angela enquired ironically as she watched her daughter wetting herself with an expression of pure relief, her pee splashing noisily on to the old stone kitchen floor. Valerie did not move for a full minute as the stream became a trickle, droplets, nothing.
Mother and daughter went upstairs to shower and change. I fetched the floor mop and a bucket of water.
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After we had dined on steak, roast potatoes and salad, washed down with plenty of the local Sangiovese red wine, we lingered under the pergola enjoying the warmth of a perfect Italian summer evening.
Jack complimented us on the excellent Béarnaise sauce. I said that Valerie deserved the credit for making it, to which Angela added with a mischievous smile that I deserved the credit for washing the floor afterwards.
"Oh, Mummy!" exclaimed Valerie in mock exasperation. "Trust you to let the cat out of the bag!"
Looking at the puzzled expressions around the table Valerie sighed and said "Béarnaise sauce is tricky. It will separate if you let it and once it does there is no going back. I was dying for a wee but I could not just abandon the sauce or I would have had to start over again. I ended up making a puddle on the kitchen floor."
"That reminds me of Miss Myers!" said Amanda with a giggle.
"I seem to remember your headmistress saying something to me about a Miss Myers and implying that you three young devils had had a role in her decision to resign" said Angela reflectively. "I didn't fully understand what she was getting at but I had the impression she was not sorry to see this Myers woman go. What was that all about?"
"You tell the story, Val" said Amanda. "You were the heroine of the campaign!"
Valerie poured herself a limoncello and began. "My sisters and I went to a girls' school in London and Miss Myers was the history teacher there. Most of the other teachers at that school knew how to make their lessons interesting but not Miss Myers! She could crush the life out of the most fascinating subject. She used to tell us that her job was to teach facts and our job was to learn them. Not much about why things happened and nothing at all about how it felt to live in those times. It was all just names and dates.
"She was a sour old maid, passed over for promotion and resentful of Mrs Smith being made headmistress when old Miss Brooks retired. She obviously thought the job should have been hers but the fact was that she was not much use as a schoolteacher and would have been a disaster as the head.
She regarded herself as a strict disciplinarian and used to make veiled, snide remarks about the other teachers and what she regarded as their excessively free and easy approach to school discipline. I had the impression that the other teachers didn't like her any more than us girls did.
"One of her things was that girls should not be allowed to leave the classroom in lesson time for any reason. No exceptions. None of the other teachers had a problem letting a girl go to the loo if she really had to, and in fact it was fairly rare that anybody asked. And I often thought that if she was worried that it might turn into a social occasion all she had to do was limit it to one at a time.
"During one of her lessons a girl called Melissa put her hand up and said she needed to go to the loo urgently but Miss Myers, who was clearly irritated at the interruption, snappily told her to wait until the break, which was almost an hour away.
After about half an hour of Miss Myers droning on about the Congress of Vienna 1815 and its role in shaping the political structure of post-Napoleonic Europe, poor Melissa wet herself at her desk and started to cry. Miss Myers strode over and stood above her. 'You silly, dirty girl!' she screeched. 'Now you can just sit there until break!'
"When the bell finally sounded for the end of the lesson, Melissa fled to the girls' loo, still in tears. The rest of us went to comfort her. Some girls lent her spare gym kit to change into and others spread her wet clothes out to dry on the radiator. She was a quiet, gentle, very shy girl and horribly upset at being forced to wet herself like that.
"I was furious with the way the Miss Myers had treated Melissa and told the others I was going to get even with the malicious old hag for Melissa's sake. When I outlined my plan everybody burst out laughing, even Melissa. They were all willing to at least give me passive support and one or two of the bolder ones offered to join me on active service.
"Miss Myers had us for history again the next day and she set a test paper on yesterday's lesson. When I had finished mine I took it to Miss Myers' desk and asked to be excused as I needed the lavatory. Of course she said 'Absolutely not! Sit down and be quiet!' so I just parted my legs and peed on the floor, right next to her desk. All the other girls knew beforehand what I was going to do and nobody so much as looked up.
"I honestly wondered if I had killed the old bat! Her eyes goggled and she seemed to lose the power of speech for a moment as she looked at me, then at the puddle I had made and then back at me. Then she bellowed at me to report myself to the headmistress and tell her what I had done.
"I went to Mrs Smith's office and tearfully told her that I had been sent by Miss Myers because I had wet myself when I was not allowed to go to the loo and I was terribly sorry but I simply could not hold on any longer. Of course, Mrs Smith was sympathetic and told me not to be too upset, these things happen. I actually felt a bit bad about deceiving Mrs Smith because I liked and respected her.
"On the way back to the classroom I went into the loo and changed into the spare pair of knickers I had packed. As soon as I got back my friend Jessica stood up, handed in her paper and asked to go to the loo. Clearly rattled by what I had just done and beginning to suspect that Jessica's request was no coincidence, Miss Myers snapped at her to stop this nonsense right now!
"Jessica said nothing. She just stood still with a faraway expression on her face and the classroom floor gained its second puddle. Then she went calmly back to her place, lifted her skirt clear and and sat down. That was when the vicious old troll began to realise that she was losing her authority."
Amanda took up the story. "The story of Melissa's treatment and Valerie's revenge spread throughout the school like wildfire and girls in every year were volunteering to join the Golden Revolution, as it became known. I played my part too, like a good little soldier.
"When I was not allowed to go to the loo I just carried on working as I wet myself at my desk. I had drunk plenty of water beforehand so there was a fairly impressive flood on the floor by the time I had finished but all the other girls pretended not to notice anything at all. I had made sure that my skirt was clear so when I got up at the end of the lesson there was no sign of anything untoward. Like all active combatants, I carried a spare pair of knickers that day."
"How about you, Emily?" Jack asked with a grin.
Emily blushed. "Well yes," she conceded "I couldn't just leave the heroic struggle to others, could I? By the time my year had a history lesson nobody was even asking to be excused. Three of us wet ourselves in that lesson."
Valerie resumed the narrative. "It was clear that Miss Myers simply did not know what to do. It was never the same girl twice, so there were no obvious ringleaders, and any one of us could have had a genuine accident. Plausible deniability, I think it is called.
"By then I'm sure Mrs Smith and the other teachers had a pretty good idea what was going on but as the old cow had managed to antagonise them all at one time or another they were in no hurry to help, nor did Miss Myers want to admit that she had completely lost control of her students. And she could not bring herself to change her policy as that would mean admitting that she had been wrong to treat poor Melissa as she had and so owed her an apology.
"The final straw for Miss Myers was when the school caretaker told her that he had other duties besides cleaning up accidents in her classroom and presented her with a mop and bucket of her own.
"At school assembly a couple of days later, Mrs Smith announced that Miss Myers had decided to retire with immediate effect due to ill health and that the school was in process of recruiting a new history teacher. For the rest of that term Mrs Smith herself would take history classes.
"For some reason she looked straight at me when she added that she expected the sudden and, um, wholly inexplicable epidemic of incontinence to cease immediately." |
Ondinist and others,
My interest in Angela and her method of casually wetting herself, especially in her swimsuit and and then going about things as the wet patch slowly dries, leaving an obvious pee stain, is well founded from a place I used to hang out at, years ago. I lived near a beach on a large river, actually there were more than a few beaches any of which would produce at least a couple of wetters on a busy weekend. My favorite was a working class beach near my house. More than a few of the women thought little of peeing their shorts and swimsuits primarily because the public rest room was to far away, quite dirty and beer drinking can result in a wetting. A very few of these women were in their thirties and maybe early forties. One of these ladies was maybe late thirties and quite shapely. Because I wanted to remember as much as I could about her, I wrote the following.... It is true and not fiction.
When I was younger I used to spend a lot of time at the beach located on a large river near my house. Just about every day, when the weather was nice, I’d grab a few things after work and head for the beach there. On nice days there was the regular crowd plus a lot of others taking an opportunity to work on their tans or just hanging out to party. No rules existed for this place and the police rarely visited. Drinking and other fun things such as pot were always common. Friday and Saturday were the main party days and I always wanted to be there.
The toilets were several hundred yards away, were not maintained and to say the least were inconveniently located. Few made that trip unless they really had to. Walking to the river “just to pee” was common. An additional problem arose during most of the spring. The weather was great with the temperatures sometime reaching into the nineties, but because the river was fed from melting snow, the water was too cold for swimming. It was hard to go in much past one’s ankles. The place was just about perfect that time of year because wetting was not uncommon.
One warm Saturday afternoon in April, I arrived around 2 in the afternoon to relax and take in the sights. There were a lot of pretty women, but as luck would have it I happened to set up my towel very close to two women looking after about five kids from 8 to 15 years. I say looking after but really they were paying little attention to them. Instead these ladies were well into a gallon jug of Chablis. I could not help but notice them lying on a pair of lounge chairs set up in the sand about twenty feet from the waters edge. They were quite animated as they carried on a conversation.
One of these ladies was heavy and not very attractive, but her friend was in her late thirties and although older than me, had some nice curves and was very easy to look at. Her bleached blond hair was done up in a ponytail and it was obvious that she prided herself in her appearance. I saw that she was wearing an older faded, red and white plaid one-piece swimsuit. It was the type with shoulder straps and was just a little small for her because it stretched nicely over her curves whenever she moved. Not only was she kind of sexy, but maybe even a little slutty looking.
I had only settled in for a few minutes when I noticed her get up from her lounge and walk over to the water to say something to the children. Walking away from me it was obvious that her butt was bridled in a half moon shaped wet stain. I could not take my eyes off of that beautiful wetness as she reached around to pull her swimsuit loose from her butt. It had gotten lodged in there while she was sitting down. She new she was wet but did not care.
I watched as she spent the next few minutes walking along the waters edge, never venturing into the water past her ankles. Finally she turned to walk back to her chair and I got a good look at a matching stain surrounding her mons. There was no doubt as to its source and in fact there was even a yellowish tint to it. Somewhere during the afternoon she’d wet herself and now the alcohol had eliminated any inhibitions she may have had. She just had that kind of sexy walk to, almost crossing each leg as she moved in a straight line to her chair. She arrived, lay back down and stretched out on her stomach with that sexy butt in the air. The conversation with her friend was restarted. I stretched out also trying to catch my breath.
I was looking at something so obvious that I almost would not believe my eyes. I was trying to come up with all kinds of reasons for that wetness to be there. I ran each option over in my mind but always returned to the same conclusion. Wetting at least for her was simply no big deal.
I continued to take everything in during the next several hours, not wishing to change locations. There were many pretty women that afternoon, but none as sexy as this naughty blonde. Once or twice I was able to stroll along the beach and get a better look at her. She also got up several times to stretch or get something out of a large cooler. What a sight. She absolutely did not care that she was on display and continued to pull her suit loose from her crotch as though it was a habit. Each time she would glance down at herself as she did so. She remained unconcerned.
Finally, about 4 or 5 in the afternoon I just happened to look over at them still conversing, when all of a sudden I noticed the blonde peeing. It was not a little bit either. Pee just poured out from the middle of her lounge chair. It was all over in a matter of seconds and you know, I don’t think they missed a bit of the conversation. Her friend never gave the least notice.
I’ve only seen afew women wet themselves like this in my whole life. This was very rare indeed.
I had to wait to see more, but the really odd thing was that when she got up to stretch the half circles covering her front and rear had not gotten noticeably larger. I did not see another member of her group wet themselves and no one even paid the least attention to what she had done. It was almost as though it was a regular thing for her to pee like that.
I saw her several more times that spring and they always had that jug of wine with them. Women who wet this way must realize how sexy it makes them. She frequently visited that beach with her friends, usually on Saturdays, but from that day she mostly wore a faded out black swimsuit. She still regularly peed in it but her wettings were not quite as obvious. Still did not go in the water, but on at least two other occasions I noticed dripping from from her lounge chair. Very pleasant afternoon when she'd get up, walk around and display her wet ass.
Believe me they are out there. |
My first fiction story - hope you like it! Contains female desperation, wetting and masturbation and a suggestion of lesbianism.
I can't work out how to put the tags on the title and the 'female' logo thing. Sorry about that! If someone could tell me how to do that it would be much appreciated!
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The rain ran in little streams down the window that Alice was staring through. She crossed her legs and felt her tight black trousers cut into her waist a little. She had bought them especially for this interview and they looked great. Hugging her small frame and accentuating her curves. She absentmindedly flicked her hair and tapped her foot slightly on the floor. Shifting her position a little as she watched the rain and her reflection in the window, blonde wavy hair with half of it tied back.
'I look good' she thought to herself, shifting her weight again. 'I wonder how much longer they're going to keep me waiting.'
It had been maybe twenty minutes since she had been let into the office by a glamorous brunette woman.
'Should have peed at the station, dammit' Alice thought, biting her lip and wriggling once more. 'If i'd have known they were going to keep me wai-'
Her thoughts were broken by the door opening and the brunette lady was back in the room.
"So sorry to keep you waiting, the manager is just downstairs in the bar dealing with a delivery." She spoke in a soft and slightly seductive voice. "I've brought you a drink while you wait"
She bent down and put a fruity looking cocktail on the glass coffee table and as she did so her red silk top fell down just revealing the curve of her breasts and the edge of a lacy red bra.
'Man, she is beautiful' thought Alice as the woman turned away. "Actually, before you go" she said aloud.
The brunette woman smiled at her questioningly.
"I really could use the bathroom" Alice felt herself blush a little, but things were getting serious and she wanted to be on good form for this interview, whenever it actually happened.
To Alice's dismay, the woman winced slightly. "I'm so sorry, our bathrooms are currently being repaired. That's actually what the delivery is for that the Cara, the manager, is downstairs for." Seeing Alice's worried expression, she added "I'm sure it won't be too long though."
With that, she left the room.
"Fuck" Alice muttered under her breath, sitting bolt upright and shuffling herself forwards to the edge of the black sofa.
She jerked back and forwards a few times as her hands grasped the edge of the sofa. She could feel her bladder starting to push out into the already tight waistband of her new trousers.
"Oooohhhh." She exhaled deeply. "OK, It's going to be fine." she said out loud to herself.
The storm was coming in fast outside and she could barely see anything out the window now. Plus, the rivers of water making tracks down the windows wasn't helping her situation. Standing up and starting to pace, she took in the room.
The room was minimalist and modern. The sofa she had been sitting on was against the wall with the coffee table in front. Opposite that, a sleek chrome desk and a black leather office chair faced the sofa, but there were no papers or computer or anything to suggest that anyone actually worked here. Alice inhaled deeply as an urge to pee surprised her and she quickened her pace. At the other end of the room was a long, glass conference table with black and chrome chairs. One on one side and three on the other, interview-ready.
"My god I need to pee" Alice muttered under her breath, scissoring her legs and bending slightly at her waist. It was then that she realised she had been sipping the cocktail that the brunette woman had brought in and was already halfway through it.
"Oh shit, that was stupid" she said to nobody in particular and put the glass back on the table.
For ten more minutes she paced up and down. Every now and then she would stop, scissor her knees back and forth with her hands on her hips and take little shallow breaths as waves of desperation hit her.
"What the hell was in that drink?" she said out loud. "I have never had to pee so badly so quickly in my life!"
Walking over to the sofa she perched on the arm, legs slightly astride it, putting pressure on her crotch. "I'm not bloody holding myself like a child while I'm waiting for this interview." She muttered. "who knows how long it's going to last, and they're hardly going to give a £100 an hour bar job to someone who has to hold themselves in an interview."
She clenched her fists and her pelvic floor muscles and ground herself subtly into the arm of the sofa. She was starting to consider leaving. No job could be worth this.
Just then, the door opened again.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, and thank you so much for coming". A black haired asian woman wearing a short white cocktail dress entered the room, followed by a beautiul blonde girl, also in white, and the brunette Alice had met already, who was holding a tray with four more of those cocktails.
Jumping out of her desperate stance, Alice stood and pulled her kegel muscles together with all her might. Shaking slightly, she took the asian woman's outstreched hand and shook it.
"N..no problem" Alice replied, her voice shaking slightly with the effort of keeping her bladder under control.
"I'm Cara," said the asian lady "I believe you've met Sophie already," she gestured to the brunette, "and this is Rachel," the blonde girl smiled kindly.
The ladies took their seats at the table while Sophie put the drinks down infront of each of the women and Alice gratefully took the single chair opposite them, taking care to position her crotch directly above the edge of the chair, applying pressure to her pee hole. The three women opposite her were stunning. Despite her desperate state Alice could still appreciate their beauty. 'No wonder I had to send a picture with my application, it's like Charlie's Angels working here' she thought.
"So," Cara began with an encouraging smile, "why did you apply for this job?"
Alice was momentarily taken aback. She had spent the last 15 minutes thinking about nothing but how badly she needed to pee and how she could stop her bladder emptying all over the floor. Now she had to think straight?! She took a deep breath and clenched her fists.
"Ah, I, erm," She began. She looked down at her hands and saw that they were shaking with the effort of holding her pee. She pushed her crotch harder into the chair, grinding it hard, forward and backward, side to side. Her throat was dry. Sweat was appearing on her forehead as her body used all of its strength to hold in the pee that was trying to escape.
"Don't be nervous," smiled Cara kindly, seemingly misinterpreting the crisis that Alice was having, "Have some of that drink, it'll help"
"Oh god" Alice muttered under her breath. She sipped the drink to try and maintain the illusion that it was nerves that was the problem.
"Sorry, er, I saw the job posted online. I've done quite a lot of bar work but I've gotten sick of people getting drunk and rude and abusive. I wanted to work somewhere classier."
Cara nodded understandingly "Well Omobar certainly is different from your usual bar"
Alice thought she saw a mischievious glint in Cara's eye but she was too distracted by her bladder to take any notice of it.
Rachel cut in then, blonde hair swaying perfectly as though she was in a shampoo advert, her soft lips caressing every word as it came out of her mouth like she was trying to kiss each of them, "Tell us about your experience"
For fifteen minutes, Alice talked them through the usual interview questions - experience, personal skills, weaknesses. Throughout the time her bladder was reaching breaking point. She wasn't able to sit still any more and if the table hadn't been glass she would have been trying to hold herself. Her breath was coming in gasps and her whole body was shaking. She could barely get the words out.
Finally, Sophie asked what must be the last question. "Do you have any questions for us?"
With the end of the interview in sight, Alice's resolve was crumbling.
"Oh.. oh God... I amm.." she breathed out two short breaths "I am so desperate for the loo, please can you show me where it is..." two more short breaths "l..l...like right now?"
Cara smiled again. This wasn't the reaction Alice was expecting. None of the three women moved.
"You have no doubt noticed that the pay is very good here" Cara explained softly,
"Y..ye..yes" Alice was shuddering and grinding on the corner of the chair. Why were none of these women showing her the toilet? "S..s...seriously I'm about to..."
Despite her best efforts, Alice could feel her bladder losing the battle. A leak of pee trickled out of her and she could feel it soak into her tiny lace panties.
Abandoning all pretence, she bent forward and shoved her right hand deep into her crotch, grabbing on to her pee hole for dear life. If she had been aware of anything but her bladder, she would have noticed that none of the three women seemed even remotely surprised by her behaviour. In fact, they seemed to be watching with a rapt fascination, even pleasure.
Ignoring the writhing, squirming display on the other side of the table, Cara continued. "You see Omobar is a very exclusive establishment. Our clients pay a lot of money to come here and be waited on by girls in the same situation that you're in now." She looked over at Alice, who was squirming and now had both hands in her crotch. The desperate girl was listening though, and was looking up at Cara to see if she was joking. "We pay you extremely well and in return, you... forego some priveliges that normal bar staff take for granted. Such as access to a toilet,"
Alice was panting and sweating in desperation, her hands clamped to her crotch. 'What the hell was in that drink?' she thought to herself again. She looked Cara right in the eye and nodded slowly.
Cara continued, "£100 an hour, a few days a week you could be taking home £120,000 a year. Tax free of course. We will pay you in cash. It's best not to have the government aware of our 'situation'. Toilet access is a mandatory right according to them. They have very little imagination." she shook her head dismissively. "So, are you interested?"
Alice tried to straighten up, to look professional, to look anything other than a 22 year old woman about to pee her pants, but as she did another leak forced its way out. She could feel her fingers getting damp and sliding against each other as she writhed in agony.
"Y..Y... Y..." Alice panted, screwed her eyes shut. "Yes!" she finally managed to say, almost shouting it because her body was so tense. £120,000 tax free per year. That was more than she could ever hope to earn in her life!
"Then we have one final test for you" breathed Rachel, kissing the words as they came out of her mouth. Alice found herself wanting to touch those soft lips.
"You have to make us a drink" Said Sophie.
"Any drink, your choice" added Cara. "Downstairs in the bar. We need to know you can pour drinks without peeing yourself"
"B...But I...I'm about t...to pee myself right here!" Alice breathed. "aaahh" She let out a little moan as her bladder muscles contracted and another trickle of pee leaked out, making its way to her wriggling butt and pooling there. "My p...pp pants are already wet!"
"Then we'd better hurry. If one drop of pee hits the floor, I'm afraid I can't give you the job" Cara stood up and the others followed, leaving Alice sitting in her pee. As she walked past Alice noticed Rachel wriggle her butt slightly and clench her fists. It barely registered in the poor desperate girl's mind but she would think about it a lot later that day.
With a superhuman effort Alice dragged herself to her feet, bent double with one hand permanently wedged on her desperate, thrusting crotch, soaking wet fingers lost between her shapely, shaking thighs.
"Oh fuck I'm not going to make it" she whimpered as another squirt found its way through her panties and soaked down the back of her new trousers.
Somehow, she made it to the elevator she had come up in, what seemed like a long time ago now. She stumbled in, letting out small yelps and whimpers as Sophie pushed the button which said "Omo", the doors closed and they descended into the basement. As the doors opened, even in her desperate state, Alice was impressed. The place seemed to be cut into solid rock. There were alcoves and hidden tables all over the place, booths and jacuzzis and curtained off areas. It had the impression of a James Bond villain's lair, but more hospitable. It seemed like anywhere you could go there would be private, and the possibilities were endless. And in the centre of it all was the bar. A perfectly round, glass structure through which ran the pipes for the beer and behind which there were thousands of different spirits, bottles of unknown liquids that sparkled and glittered in the hundreds of little lights around it. It looked like a giant diamond.
Alice lurched towards it, determined to get this job and not have to worry about money any more. Her bladder was screaming at her and every step she took was torture. Her hand was so wet and slick now that she was struggling to keep it in place as she moved behind the bar. "Uuuuh fuck fuck" she muttered as she fought with all her strength not to pee.
Cara and Sophie took their seats at the bar and Alice realised that she was going to have to stand up straight in order to make any drinks. She let out a little squeak and bit her lip so hard that it brought tears to her eyes. If anyone had been in the bar they wouldn't have missed a thing thanks to the glass bar revealing the jumping, writhing legs bouncing around in their tight black trousers.
Alice dimly realised that Rachel had disappeared but was too strained and desperate to think anything of it. She tried again to stand up but it felt like her bladder was going to explode. Her whole body was shaking and she was letting out involuntary little moans as she danced furiously on the spot, her lower half damp and slippery.
'I have to get these damn tight trousers off my bladder' she thought to herself. 'If I don't I'm going to piss all over myself and this bar'
With her free hand, she gingerly reached across and tried to undo the button. Momentarily this meant actually tightening her waistband to get enough slack to undo the button. Her hand brushed her bladder and it sent an electrical shock through her. "Shiiiiiiiiit" she squealed as the button pinged open. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit I'm about to pee"
She straightened up and felt another leak make its way out of her tortured pee hole. "Oh god just five more minutes" she said over and over as she clattered around the bar with one hand. She moved her right hand from the outside of her trousers to inside her panties, pressing directly on her pee hole and vagina, her palm pressing on her neatly shaved pubic hair. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was surprised to find herself quite aroused, but she had no time for that. Her whole body was shaking and she was starting to feel tingles all over her body that were the signs of her muscles weakening.
She grabbed a bottle of gin and slammed it on the bar. "F.. ff.. fuck" she could feel her bladder giving up, her pee felt like it was right at the end of her urethra, like it had used up all the space in her bladder and now it was filling up right to the end. She poured three shots of gin into a mixer and grabbed for the vermouth. Just as she reached for it, she let out another leak. With no panties or trousers in the way now she felt the force of the pee push into her fingers. The feeling of running water made her want to pee, if possible, even more.
"Aaaaahhh" she screamed as she desperately clenched herself closed. Her legs and arms were shaking frantically and the fingers on her right hand were aching badly from the constant pressure they were putting on her crotch.
The vermouth went in to the mixer, and somehow a splash of orange bitters made its way in too. She slammed the top on and then paused. "Oh... fuck." she gasped between ragged breaths. 'I need two hands to shake this thing'
Her bladder gave another spasm. "Aaahhh shit shit shit I am so close to peeing myself" Alice muttered under her breath.
She briefly looked up at Cara and Sophie. They were gazing at her with ther mouths slightly open, a small smile painted on their lips.
Alice was so close. She had made the drinks, they just needed shaking but there was absolutely no way she could let go of her crotch without immediately peeing. There was nothing else standing in the way of a complete pee explosion but her right hand. She was going to fail.
Just as this realisation had hit her, a soft voice right behind her ear said "Maybe I can help you with that."
Rachel reached around Alice from behind, her hand slowly caressing Alice's writhing form until it found its way to her crotch. Alice almost peed right then from the surprise. She has never been touched down there by a woman before. In fact, she had never been touched that way by anyone. It felt light lighning was shooting between her legs. If she hadn't been so soaking wet already she would have expected to be wet after that touch. Rachel's hand was pushing down on Alice's right hand, putting even more pressure on her crotch.
"Go ahead, move your hand" Rachel breathed seductively. "I got you".
Alice slowly removed her hand. Legs bouncing, scissoring and wriggling, she was aware that Rachel was also doing her own wriggling right behind her, stepping from foot to foot. Nothing like as desperately last-resort as Alice, but there was no mistaking that Rachel had to pee too.
With her hand free and Rachel's warm hand between her legs, Alice grabbed the shaker. Having another woman's hand on her pussy was something she never thought would happen, certainly not at a job interview! But here she was, and Rachel's hand on her soaking wet and wriggling crotch was the only way she was going to get this job.
She shook the cocktail shaker like a pro, despite having another woman pressed against her back. But like a pro, she did it with muscle memory without thinking about doing it a little softer on account of her desperation. The final shake was too much for her bladder.
"No, no, noooo" Alice cried as she started peeing, the pressure in her poor tired bladder finally too much. Instinctively, her hand shot back to her crotch and found Rachel's hand already there, being sprayed with pee so powerful Alice would never have thought it possible. It flooded out of her for what seemed like minutes, covering both women's hands, spraying on to the bar and soaking Alice's new black trousers so they looked and felt like they had been submerged in the ocean.
The release felt like ecstasy to Alice, who panted steadily, in complete bliss and totally lost in the feeling of release and of Rachel's hand still stuck between her legs.
When it finally stopped, Alice looked sheepishly up. "Look, I..."
Cara held up her hand.
"But..."
Cara silenced her again. "When I said 'a drink', a coke would have been fine"
Alice felt stupid. A coke would have taken all of 10 seconds to pour. She could have done that no problem. Now she had failed the test because she chose to make a damn Martini.
"But," Cara said, and Alice looked up at her hopefully, "I have never seen such an incredible desperate display." She smiled. "And I think it's safe to say that Rachel agrees!"
Alice slowly turned. Rachel's hand was still pressed against Alice's vagina, but her other hand was in her own panties, her dress hitched halfway up, revealing some incredibly small lace white panties with a tiny, trimmed strip of blonde hair poking out. As Alice turned, Rachel was panting and the white lace suddenly darkened as Rachel started peeing forcefully into them, eyes closed in ecstasy.
The sight of this gorgeous woman touching herself, peeing whilst still touching Alice's own pussy reminded her how erotic she had found the whole experience. The lightning between her legs shot through her again.
"So," Cara continued, seemingly unaffected by her colleague masturbating and peeing infront of her, "Despite the fact that you technically failed the final test, we would like to offer you the job anyway, if you're still interested?"
Alice was blown away by how quickly the woman had brought the whole situation back to a mundane job interview, despite what Rachel was still doing right next to her.
Alice turned back to face Cara, just as Rachel let out a long, loud shout of pleasure and grabbed hard at Alice's crotch as her orgasm took over.
Alice smiled. "I'll take it."
To be continued... (If you like it)
Edited May 26, 2018 by sttl88
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Hey, look, the semester is over! Honestly, I've lost a few ideas from the ridiculousness of this year and laziness in not writing them down. This one stuck ?
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“It’s a strange city, Ali! We can’t just walk back alone!”
“We’re not alone,” Ali argued, exasperated. “There’s three of us.”
“We’re women!” Hattie cried, almost shrieking in her drunken state. “We’re vulllllllnerable!”
Next to her roommate, Myra snorted. “Vulllllnerable,” she repeated.
Ali rolled her eyes. Neither of her teammates were as intoxicated as they seemed, but they were all tired and giddy after a long day at the conference championship meet. Nationals weren’t for another few weeks, so most of the swim team had gone out to local bar to celebrate. Now that it was after midnight, Ali wanted to leave, but her two relay teammates didn’t want to walk back to their hotel.
“It’ll take ages to get a Lyft,” Ali insisted. “And the surge pricing will be ridiculous. Come on, it’s less than a mile.”
Hattie opened her mouth to reply, but out of the corner of her eye, Ali saw the potential for a last-ditch desperation play.
“Look, Jordan is leaving!” Ali pointed to the tall junior strolling toward the door. “We’ll just walk back with him!”
“Jordan won’t go with us,” Hattie slurred, but she and Myra were already following Ali through the crowd.
“Jordan!”
Jordan Clark paused at the sound of Ali’s shout. She was striding toward him with a smile. It was a sight he was thoroughly unaccustomed to.
Undeterred by Jordan’s black face, Ali approached the team star. “Are you heading back to the hotel?”
“Yeah.”
“Perfect! We’ll just walk back with you,” Ali beamed as if she hadn’t just more or less demanded assistance from the least-sociable member of the entire swim team.
It wasn’t the Jordan was mean, per se – he was just selfish. He’d been one of the most highly-recruited freshman to join the squad in years, and when he’d arrived on campus, he’d made it clear that he wasn’t there to make friends. Jordan was all business – first in the pool, first in the showers, never hanging around to chat with his teammates. He was an individual medley specialist but was so dominant at the breaststroke that he’d broken two conference records in his sophomore year. Now, as a junior, he was considered a lock for the next Olympic team. Until then, of course, he was a member of the university team. Nominally, anyway.
Most of the other swimmers would never have considered asking Jordan to accompany them on a walk back to the hotel – it was just understood that Jordan had no interest in altruism. He only looked out for himself. He was militant in his training and nutrition, and after his freshman year, teammates had all but stopped inviting him out. The fact that he had come to the bar at all was stunning, but then again, he had just won two of races and qualified for nationals in all four events he swam.
Ali knew Jordan’s brusque personality, of course, having been on the team with him for the past two years, but she wasn’t particularly bothered at the moment. She just wanted to convince Myra and Hattie to walk back to the hotel. If Hattie was worried about their “vulnerability” as women, then surely having a male future Olympian walking with them would ease her alcohol-infused anxiety.
Jordan stared at Ali for a second, almost bemused. He’d come to the bar at the insistence of one of the team captains and had ended up staying far longer than he intended, just sitting and nursing a beer. When he’d seen how late it was, he tried to slip out unobtrusively.
No such luck.
Now, three of his younger, female teammates, two of whom looked quantifiably drunk, were gazing at him expectantly.
He looked back at Ali. “I’m not carrying them.”
The corner of Ali’s mouth quirked up. She hadn’t really expected her impromptu plan to work.
“They’re fine,” she said. “It’s not that long of a walk.”
Jordan didn’t reply; he just turned and walked out the door, letting the girls follow him. He knew it wasn’t a long walk – that’s why he was going to take it himself. It was also why he didn’t bother coming up with an excuse – he could manage 15 minutes.
He held the door, letting the girls spill onto the sidewalk in front of him. The hotel was on the same street, so it wasn’t like he had to worry about them taking a wrong turn. It should be a fairly quick trip.
It had to be a quick trip. Jordan had to pee.
The combination of the exciting day, the loud bar, and the beer made him lose track of time. By the time he finished his pint and looked at the clock, he realized his bladder was way fuller than he would have liked. Now, the idea of having to slow down for Ali, Hattie, and Myra made him distinctly uncomfortable. He knew he’d be fine, ultimately, but he was also nearing the point of squirming, and he didn’t want the girls to see.
Hence, the walking behind them.
To Jordan’s mild surprise, they were all moving along at a decent pace. No one was trying to engage him in conversation, though Ali occasionally looked back, as if she thought he would somehow vanish.
They walked in peace (not silence – Myra and Hattie were gabbing mindlessly) for about five minutes until they were in a quiet part of the street, where any remaining businesses were closed for the night.
“Ladies…”
Jordan and Ali stopped far more abruptly than Hattie and Myra, who were too deep into their giggly conversation to immediately notice the leering young man who had stepped out in front of them.
“Where’re y’headed so late?” the man slurred, either drunk or just awful or both.
Every cell in the man’s body radiated creep, to the extent that even buzzed, fairly naïve college sophomores could notice it. Hattie and Myra stopped, inching closer together. Ali spoke up from behind them.
“Jurgens? Back off, man.”
Jurgens smirked. “So my reputation precedes me.”
“We were at the same pool, jackass,” Ali snapped. “The fact that you seemed to care more about your pecs than your split time was memorable.”
The rival swimmer curled his upper lip. “Wasn’t talking to you, State,” he sneered. He clearly didn’t know any of their names – just their university affiliation.
Ali rolled her eyes and grabbed her friends by their arms. “We’re leaving.”
Eerily, but almost predictably, two of Jurgens’ teammates stepped out from the alley.
“Oh, really?” Jurgens sneered, now backed up by two equally fit college students. “What if we don’t want you to go?”
Ali’s heart rate spiked. She didn’t know Jurgens or his teammates personally – just their names and faces from conference meets. Three of them were too many to shove away, and she didn’t know how fast help would arrive if they screamed.
“Let them go.”
Ali did a double-take. It wasn’t that she’d forgotten Jordan was with them, exactly; she just hadn’t actually considered him as an asset in their current situation.
Nor had she ever heard him sound quite so threatening.
“Clark,” breathed one of Jurgens’ lackeys, and Ali almost smiled. She knew they didn’t just recognize him from earlier that day – everyone in college swimming knew who Jordan was.
Jurgens glared. “And what are you gonna do about it, golden boy? How about we just take care of you, and then enjoy some time with the girls?”
Slowly, almost casually, Jordan stepped in front of his teammates. “No.”
Jurgens drew himself up, but he still didn’t match Jordan’s height. “Like we’re gonna give you a choice.”
Jurgens reared back and swung, a punch that Jordan easily ducked. He responded by grabbing Jurgen by the shirt and shoving him back into the alley. Jurgens’ friends followed, looking bewildered but angry.
“Ali!” Hattie looked at her friend with wild eyes.
Still holding onto Hattie and Myra’s arms, Ali pulled them across the alley entryway, briefly glancing over to see Jordan surrounded by the opposing swimmers. The sight was enough to make Ali pause when they were in front of the next building, out of sight of the alley. She really didn’t want to stick around, but 3-on-1 wasn’t a good situation, and she didn’t want to leave Jordan in danger.
Hattie and Myra clung to her arms, all three of them listening to the grunts, moans, and punches coming from the alley. At one point, Ali heard a sound like wood breaking.
They stood for about a minute until Ali finally pulled herself together. “We should-“
“Jordan!” Myra yelped, pointing as their teammate stepped out from the side street.
He looked ruffled – literally, his hair was mussed and his shirt wrinkled – but otherwise unhurt.
Ali’s shoulders slumped with unexpected relief. “What-“
“Let’s go.” Jordan jerked his head in the direction of the hotel.
Myra and Hattie, harboring no desire to stick around, turned and started walking down the street, still clutching each other’s arms.
Ali turned as well but stayed next to Jordan as they walked.
“Will they follow us?” she asked, keeping her voice low so as not to worry her friends.
“Probably not.”
Ali looked hard at their unexpected protector. There were no visible marks on his face, but he seemed to be walking stiffly.
“Are you-“
“Fine,” Jordan interrupted, maintaining his string curt responses. “Just keep walking.”
Torn between wanting to sigh in exasperation and wanting to thank Jordan for literally saving them, Ali decided on a middle ground of leaving him alone. She sped up to join Hattie and Myra for the last few blocks to the hotel.
Behind her, Jordan let out a slow breath. The fight hadn’t been long, but three in-shape guys (albeit ones who didn’t really know how to fight) were still enough to get in a few shots. One – Jordan wasn’t sure who – had smashed a wooden board against Jordan’s side. Plus, the delay and the adrenaline from the fight had his bladder in overdrive. He was still pretty sure he could make it back to the hotel, but not without some external efforts.
They walked for another five minutes, barely slower than their previous pace. In the distance, Jordan could finally see the brightly-lit sign atop their 15-story hotel. It was still several blocks away, but at least they were getting close.
The journey was oddly quiet at this point. Hattie and Myra were no longer chattering, and the particular area of town where they were staying wasn’t well-populated after midnight. In the quiet, Jordan did his best not to make any noise as he reached his hand between his legs, squeezing for a brief sense of respite. He did this a few more times, quickly, making sure to stop before Ali turned around and saw him.
Jordan’s intermittent holding was keeping his need at bay, just barely. Breathing deeply didn’t help, since his side hurt so badly, and he felt shaky from the adrenaline crash, but now they were only about two blocks away.
He was focused so intently on holding it for those last couple of blocks that he failed to notice the ill-kept sidewalks. His foot hit a pothole in the sidewalk, and his ankle turned sharply, pitching him to the side.
In a half second, Jordan went down on one knee, one hand braced against the brick wall to his left and the other on his raised right knee, heart racing and breathing hard.
To Jordan, that half-second felt like ages. He felt his ankle turn. He felt himself fall. He felt his knee hit the ground and his hand hit the wall.
He felt himself start to have an accident.
Over the rushing in his ears, Jordan heard the girls stop and turn at the sound of his fall. He was looking down, but he could tell they started walking back toward him, but just as quickly, they stopped.
They could see what was happening.
On the quiet street, the sound of trickling was unaccountably loud. He wasn’t directly under a street lamp, but the ambient light glistened off the growing wetness down Jordan’s left thigh.
“Jordan!”
“Oh my god.”
Ali’s concerned cry was cut off by Hattie’s stunned murmur. Collectively, the girls stopped, each unable to keep from staring.
It occurred to Jordan to try to stop himself, but in the same instant, he knew any attempt would be futile. He was trembling, his side was throbbing, and he really didn’t want to prolong the situation with any unsuccessful attempts to stop the hot stream soaking into his pants.
It was far too many long, horrible seconds of nothing but the completely unfamiliar feeling of going to the bathroom through his pants accompanied by the sounds of liquid pattering onto the sidewalk and Hattie and Myra’s stunned muttering. Jordan hated every second. Not that you could see it on his still-blank face.
The trickling slowed to a stop, and now the only sound was Jordan’s labored breathing. He knew he would have to move, and soon, but he couldn’t get his thoughts – or body – in order just yet.
Before he even had time to try, Ali was kneeling in front of him.
“You OK?”
Head still down, Jordan raised his eyes, fixing Ali with a contemptuous glare that very clearly said Are you fucking kidding me? I’m a 21-year-old man who just pissed himself on the street. Does it look like I’m OK?
Ali dropped her head in a momentary apology for her ill-phrased question. “Can you walk?” she amended.
Jordan straightened his back slightly and flexed his ankle. It panged, but he could tell it wasn’t serious.
“Yeah.”
Ali pushed herself to her feet and held out a hand, but Jordan ignored it. He swayed when he rose, but ultimately stood up straight and took a tentative step forward.
Even Hattie and Myra read the mood in the air correctly and resumed walking toward the hotel without saying a word, staying in front of Jordan. Ali stayed back a few steps but knew better than to try to walk directly next to Jordan.
Through instinct or luck, Hattie led them to the side door of the hotel, circumventing the front desk. Myra had her room key ready to open the door and activate the elevator. She pressed the button for the sixth floor and Jordan reached up to press the 8.
When the elevator doors opened the first time, Ali hesitated before she stepped through. She felt like she should do or say something, but Jordan was staring at the floor.
So she just looked back as the doors shut, obscuring the man who, 20 minute ago, had been nothing more than her selfish, obscenely talented teammate.
Back in his room, Jordan winced in the bathroom as he peeled off his drenched pants and underwear, but he truly cringed when he pulled off his shirt. A dark, mottled bruise covered the entirety of his right side, and he ached with every move of his arms.
He’d known the moment it happened, but the bathroom mirror confirmed it – at least one of his ribs was broken.
Jordan closed his eyes and breathed as deeply as he could without straining his ribs before stepping in the shower. The hot water felt good, and he was ashamedly relieved at the feeling of stickiness being washed away from his legs.
Washing and drying himself took longer than usual, obviously. He pulled on some pajama pants and reached for the first aid kit he always traveled with. He also paid for his own room, a luxury the coaches allowed because he was the best. Jordan had little patience for roommates, and tonight, he was extra grateful for the isolated setup.
As he pulled out the ace bandage, he heard a knock on the door. Anticipating the identity of the guest, Jordan gingerly put on a t-shirt. Looking through the keyhole confirmed his guess, and he opened the door to a somewhat hesitant-looking Ali.
Ali stared for a moment. Seeing Jordan in a white t-shirt and pajama pants, hair wet from the shower, made him look miles more vulnerable and relatable than she’d ever witnessed. Realistically, pjs and a t-shirt weren’t that far off from the university-issued sweats that he wore to and from practice, and she’d obviously seen him with wet hair before, but apparently, Ali wasn’t done seeing Jordan in a completely new light yet.
“I wanted to say thank you,” she spit out, unnerved.
Jordan blinked, his face not betraying any emotion.
Ali inhaled. “You saved us tonight, and none of us thanked you, and you got hurt, and-“
“I’m fine,” Jordan lied, cutting Ali off yet again.
Jordan’s characteristic monosyllabism was enough to put Ali more at ease. “Then what’s the ace bandage for?” she challenged, looking past him into the room.
Jordan turned to look back at the bed where the incriminating first aid kit was sitting, astonished at Ali’s gall. The movement was too quick, though, and he pressed his lips together in pain.
“Jordan!” Emboldened by the events of the night, Ali pushed past an even more stunned Jordan into the room. She spun back and looked at him as he shut the door.
“You’re hurt.” Her eyebrows raised in bewilderment. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed it on the street. Somehow, in the chaos of the moment, even with the accident, she didn’t pay attention to the way Jordan was holding himself. Now, in the brighter light of the hotel room, she could see him favoring his right side, clearly in pain.
“It’s fine,” Jordan said, altering his earlier claim in a subtle but important way.
Ali rolled back her shoulders, absorbing the impact of Jordan’s words.
“Let me help.”
Jordan reluctantly sat on the bed and pulled out the instant-activation ice pack from the first aid kit. He squeezed it a few times, then handed the ace bandage to Ali. She sat next to him and paused for just a second before lifting off his shirt.
Ali gasped, and Jordan shook his head, preparing to argue.
“Your ribs are broken-“
“I know.”
“It looks really bad!”
“It’s not that bad.”
“I didn’t know-“
“It’s not your fault.”
“Jordan!” Ali cried, her voice at least an octave higher than usual. “You won’t be able to swim at nationals!”
Jordan sighed and looked into the tear-filled eyes of the girl sitting next to him.
“I know,” he repeated softly. The ice pack was now cold in his hands, and he pressed it against his side. Ali took the unintended hint and started wrapping the ace bandage around his torso.
“Jordan-“ she started, thoroughly unsure of what to say. She shook her head, smirking mirthlessly. “Coach is gonna be piiiiiiiiiiissed. He’d rather you just let us get rape-“
“Don’t,” Jordan snapped, putting his hand on Ali’s elbow. He looked alarmed. “Don’t say that.”
Ali stared back, her face a mix of pity and resolve. “You’re a more valuable asset than all three of us combined. And if I hadn’t forced you into walking back with us, you wouldn’t be out of commission.”
“But you would be.” Jordan looked genuinely perturbed.
Ali shrugged as she attached the end of the bandage. She was still processing the fact that Jordan had not only voluntarily taken on three guys to protect her, Hattie, and Myra, but that he’d been fairly seriously wounded in the process, and she hadn’t noticed, or at least hadn’t pushed the issue. She dealt with this process by being acerbic.
“At least that wouldn’t have lost us any points at nationals.”
“Jesus!” Jordan pounded the bed with his left hand. “Ali, stop it. This isn’t about fucking points at a goddamn swim meet!”
Cowed, Ali leaned back.
“I know I’m not Miss Congeniality,” Jordan said, staring down at his hands in his lap. “It’s just…logical on my part. I get in the water first because I’m the fastest, so I should be in front. I shower first because I don’t like small talk, so there’s no point in me hanging around.”
He raised his head, looking Ali straight in the eye.
“That doesn’t mean for one second that I would think of letting you, or any of my teammates, or anyone get attacked for the sake of…just to make sure I can…swim better!”
Ali gazed back at Jordan’s earnest, incredulous face. She was overcome with the urge to kiss him but decided against it.
Jordan wasn’t a selfish jerk – he was just an introvert, and a pragmatic one, at that. She hated the situation that had led to that realization, and she hated having thought of him as a dick for so long.
“Well, thank you,” she said softly. “I really don’t know what we would have done without you.”
“I don’t regret it,” Jordan insisted, anticipating Ali’s thought process. “This is the best possible outcome for what happened tonight.”
Ali smiled weakly, standing. She knew it was time to leave; they were both tired. “I’m still gonna let myself feel bad for cheating you out of a national championship. Probably more than one.”
Jordan held the door as Ali stepped into the hallway, returning her half-smile. “I’m just a junior. There’s always next year.”
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This is a continuation of my story "A desperate punishment." If you haven't read the story though, it can be read as a stand alone as well. If you'd like to read A desperate punishment, the link is here. Emily's desperate test is based off of a comic i once drew.
Without further adieu, here is my story.
It had been two months since Serena had gone to Danny's party and had her unfortunate accident. She and Emily had been getting along great since her punishment. The whole thing really brought them closer together, and strengthened trust between the two.
Today was just an average day at highschool for the two. Serena was eating lunch with some friends of hers in the cafeteria. Emily was up to her new favorite lunchtime activity; watching tv shows on the brand new tablet she had purchased. On this day, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a white low cut tank tup that showed off her ample bosom. Emily had been absoluetely obsessed with her tablet and its various features. Lately she was either studying, or doing something on that thing.
As she watched her videos she was pounding back Red Cow energy drinks. Red Cow was one of those drinks with the same ammount of caffeine as multiple cups of coffe in one can. Emily used to hate those things, but lately she'd been up late playing on her tablet, and Red Cow was the perfect way to make up for her lack of sleep.
Emily had just finished off her fourth can as she heard the bell ring that announced that lunch was over, and the student's had 5 minutes to get to class. Emily packed up her stuff and through out all her garbage. She was too into her shows to notice it, but now Emily realised she had to pee quite bad from all her Red Cow. Her class was on the other side of the school, and her next teacher was Mr. White, the math teacher. He was very strict with students being late to his class. Every time they were late, a student would have to serve an hour of detention after school. Emily didn't want to serve detention so she decided to take her chances with just going to class.
Emily arrived to her math class on time and got out all her supplies. Emily wasn't too worried about needing to pee. Mr. White wasn't the most lenient when it came to students using the bathroom, but he wasn't the worst either. He wouldn't let his students go during the first part of the class where he taught the lesson, but he let them go when he was finished. Fortunately his lessons were only about half an hour long. Emily would be in a bit of discomfort, but nothing her bladder couldn't handle.
"Good afternoon class." Mr White said after all the students had arrived. "I trust everyone studied for today's test." "Test!? What test!?" Emily thought frantically to herself. She thought back for a second and remembered that yesterday Mr. White had announced a surprise test for today. Emily's eyes widened in sheer horror at the though of this. It wasn't that Emily was worried about the test, after all she always studied hard and was guaranteed to ace this test. What she was worried about was Mr. White's bathroom policy for tests, which unlike his policy for regular days, was incredibly harsh. Students were not allowed to leave the room, even after they finished their test. Emily cringed at the likely possibility that she would be forced to hold her pee for the full ninety minutes of the period.
Emily quickly raised her hand. "Mr white, I really need to pee. May I please go before the test?" Emily asked as she blushed slightly. At 17 she was practically a grown woman. It was very embarrassing for her to admit her need to pee, especially a desperate one. Mr. White's reply was stern. "No. You should have gone before class." "Please sir. I had a ton to drink and i'm desperate." Emily fired back in her most begging tone. "Emily, at your age you can hold it." Mr. White then passed out all the tests, and sat at his desk grading papers from the morning class.
Emily looked down at her paper. She didn't know how the heck she was going to hold all that pee for this long. She started doing her test, hoping it would take her mind off of it. The first few questions were easy. She breezed by them in a few minutes. Then came the questions that reqired a little more thought. The questions were minimising her discomfort, but Emily definitely still felt the urge to go. She was shaking her legs, and occasionally grabbing her crotch. Her train of thought was constantly derailing from the complex equations on her paper, and focusing more and more on her bladder. This continued for about a half hour, until Emily felt like she couldn't take it anymore. She raised her hand again. "Mr White." She said nervously. "I really, really need to pee. May I please go to the bathroom?" Mr. White looked up from his paper and simply replied; "No. You can hold it."
At this point Emily's need had increased greatly. She was frantically shaking her legs. Her hands were grabbing her crotch far more frequently, doing anything she could to hold back her very full bladder. "Oh fuck I have to pee!" She thought to herself. " Why didn't i go before? At this rate I'm gonna end up pissing myself." She continued to do her work like this until she arrived at the final, and hardest problem on the test.
To Emily'sunpleasant surprise, it was a word problem involving various calculations about a watefall. "Oh seriously!? How the hell am I gonna hold my pee while thinking about a freaking water fall!?" Emily Worked on the problem with one hand, while having the other one firmly grasping her crotch. Every so often she would use both hands to contain her bladder. She desperately worked on the problem until she solved it. She then looked over her problems. She noticed her work was good, but her penmanship was awful, due to all the fidgeting she had been doing.
When Emily finished the test she looked at the clock on the wall. An hour and ten minutes had passed, meaning she had another 20 minutes to go until she could relieve herself. At this point she knew she would be wetting herself any second. She got up from her desk and walked towards Mr. White's desk to hand him her paper. She waddled as she walked, due to her bladder. She then pleaded her case one last time. " Sir, I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm about to wet myself." As soon as Emily realised what she said, sher face blushed bright red. She continued. "May I please go pee, now that i finished my test?" "No!" Mr. WHite shot back aggressively. "I'm sick of you students pretending you need to pee to go talk in the halls with your friends. I know you're faking it."
Emily wobbled back to her desk with tears in her eyes. She was sweating profusely. She felt beads flowing on her face, legs and arms. One particularly uncomfortable bead she felt was on her breasts. It streamed right into her clevage, making her breasts all hot and sticky. Emily sat at her desk doing all she could to avoid soaking her panties in front of everyone. She was doing a full on pee pee dance in her seat. She felt her jeans physically pushing against her bladder, which had become so hard and swollen it looked like a bit of a gut. She unbuttoned them for the slight relief it would give. Emily sat there, sure she would have an accident when sudenly, she heard the most beautiful sound she could've hoped for at that moment, the bell announcing class was over.
Emily ran as fast as her bladder would allow her to the toilet. When she arrived to the girl's room, she nearly had a heart attack when she saw what was there. Emily was stunned to see a long que of girls frantically pee dancing and crotch grabbing in a long line outside the girl's room. Emily was about to get in line, when suddenly, she felt a small spurt of pee go into her panties. "Oh crap no!" She thought to herself. Emily knew she would pee herself if she waited in this line, so not knowing what else to do, she decided to run outside.
Emily found a space behind two dumpster. She quickly glanced around and saw no people around. She then began to take off her jeans as a couple spurts came out. Emily then went to take off her panties but then she felt a strong spurt come out. She knew there was no point in trying to remove her panties, so she just squatted down asd peed throught her panties. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Emily blissfully cried out as she was releasing the occean she was containing inside of her. After about thirty seconds, she heard a woman's voice yell out. "Hey you!" Emily was embarrassed beyond belief. She figured she would just face the person when she finished peeing, as there was no point in doing anything while she's peeing. Emily continued for another full minute until her bladder was finally empty. Her panties were completely soaked with pee. The pee stain went from her crotch all the way to her bum. A little pee had gotten on her legs, and a huge puddle had formed on the ground. Fortunately, her jeans were still dry.
Emily looked up to see the person who yelled at her. She expected to see a teacher who would scold her, but instead she saw her friend, Serena giggling. "Hey Em, did i scare ya?" She asked as she chuckled. "Hell yeah you did! What the hell?" Emily fired back. "Well you really had to pee huh?" Serena said, changing the subject "Yeah, i drank a Bunch of red cows, and my stupid teacher didn't let me pee. Well, what are you doing out here?" Emily asked puzzledly. "I had gym class outside." Serena replied, pointing to the sweaty towel on her neck, and gym bag in her hands. "I can't believe I pissed myself, this is so embarrassing. I mean, adults don't wet themselves." "It's ok. Accidents happen." Serena said as she patted her distraught friend on the back. "Uhh, here, you can dry yourself off with my towel." "Thanks" Emily dried all the pee that had gotten on her off, and she tried as best she could to dry off the panties. Emily then removed her panties and Serena gave her, her gym shorts to wear under her jeans. Serena then put the pee soaked panties and towel in her gym bag. Emily then put her jeans back on. "Thanks Serena" "No problem, Em. Now let's get to class or we'll be late." The two girls continued about their days.
Edited May 28, 2018 by Plug Cryostat
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@Nikerdya
[On Mall-owed Ground]
The morning sun's peek into Arya's room was not shooed away by disgust or disdain....But rather, an open invitation. Why, one would wonder....
"Finally, that new shopping mall is open!" she called to herself as she thrust her covers aside from the bed, nearly flinging herself over the side of it. "Ohhh, they've been teasing at it for weeks... I gotta be there now!"
Living in a small town with little going on, it was only natural to be as excited as she was..... With so little to do, she fully planned on spending the day at said mall... And as such, she had to be prepared.
"Gotta look my best.." she mused, thumbing through her drawers to find the perfect mall=perusing attire, some lovely blue undergarments...A mid-length skirt, and a loose fitting, prominently relaxing white shirt. A breezy, easy, beautiful covering...for said girl. She went to the bathroom to begin most of her morning routine, brushing her hair....Applying deodorant, brushing her teeth..... But practically zoomed off without pausing to empty her morning bladder.....
"There's no time for that... Mall inbound!" she told herself, confident her body would understand. It usually wouldn't be an issue.. She'd just go when she got there if it got too bad, right?
...
....
A few hours later, Arya was still practically beaming as she exited what must have been her Sixth store in the recent hours....Ear-to-ear as she carried around a small bag of things for her home, eyes wide as she glanced around, drinking it all in, along with a special 'Bursting out' blueberry shake she had bought during one of her passes into the food court. It was mostly gone now, but worth just every drop....
"Mmmm.. This mall is just what this little town needed." she mused to herself, glancing around at the crowds of people inside it. She'd been wrapped up in the latest few clothing stores she hadn't noticed just how many there were......But, it wasn't a scene that bothered her. No, she adored crowds!...outside of one certain circumstance...
"Gh....! Speaking of..." she tersely gasped under her breath, tensing up her thighs as she glanced around. "That's fine...I'll be fine... Just gotta...get to the bathroom real quick..."
A feat easier said than done. With the large swathes of people, navigating the mall was quickly becoming more difficult...Especially now that she had a goal in mind. She originally had just kept going with the flow, and let the crowds take her wherever they went....,So to be fighting against it...figuratively and literally now....
"Nnngh...Hey...W..watch out.." the girl protested as she felt some people connecting with her sides at various intervals, rocking her body and it's urges as she pushed through it. An uphill battle, an arduous struggle......But, eventually, she broke free to the secluded section that was reserved for the restrooms....Or at least...
"Ah..! Closed?!" her voice betrayed her, a strained squeaking in her voice as she looked at the caution tape barring the place from entry, as she saw a construction worker shaking their hard hat.
"Some kid set off a firecracker in one of the bathrooms." her answer came, the person rubbing their temples. "Several, at that. So, we've gotta get this whole section rebuilt, before opening it up."
"Um....Do you know how long that'll take..?" The pleading posture of Arya called, asking in more than one way...As the person turned with a disappointed expression.
"Um...Most of the day, if we're lucky." they answered, shrugging their shoulders. "Maybe two.....Sorry. You'll have to take your trouble elsewhere..."
Arya let out an audible whine as she turned tail and darted back into the mall's area....glancing around.
"There's gotta be a place..." she thought to herself, wincing as she saw the waves of the crowd navigating past her. "Hrm...where can I find someplace private in the mall....Ah! I know!"
There was one place she could find privacy for sure! She just had to...make...her way...to...a....clothing..store....
Psh..!
"Ah...Nonono...Stop..." she commanded herself, steeling her feminine walls as she pushed onward, the lightest of warmth escaping into her panties.......But stifling at that. She passed the torment of the crowds as she made her way into a Sarilian Secret store, and quickly made her way towards the back of the store... Nabbing a garment at random from one of the racks.
"E..excuse me... I'd..like to try this on.." she stammered out to one of the attendants, having decided to rest her faith on the Dressing rooms....As the working girl glanced up at her.
"Oh, sure..." she answered with a smile, gesturing. "I think we have one room open right now....."
The girl glanced at the garment Arya had grasped, a silk nightgown....and gave her a teasing smile.
"Try not to tease your friend too badly now in there."
She didn't pay any mind to the accusations of affiliation, all too quick to dart into the designated changing room, shutting the door behind her, emptying her hands, and starting to strip.
'Gotta at least PRETEND that I'm trying it on...' she thought to herself, as she gingerly lowered her hands to her skirt, unclasping it to try to ease the pressure off of her strained tank, letting her neon blue panties be on display for the first time that day.... As she reach back for her bag for phase two of her plan.....
"Nnnn...Towel..Towel...I know I got a towel, or a rag or something.." she whispered to herself as the fingers on her other hand roamed over her pantied mound, straining to keep it all in as she glanced around, looking for her salvation "Just...gotta...Ah..No....!"
As the threat of warmth brought the strain of need to her mind, she also realized to her horror that she had left her bag with the attendant without thinking! Of course they wouldn't let her take it into the room with her, it was common sense to avoid theft! But, one thing remained with her... One container, that could help with her current plight...... The Bursting Blueberry shake cup she had carried around for the better part of the hour! And it was just sitting a few feet away from her!
"Just gotta.....Slowly...carefully.." Arya whispered to herself, warily bending her waist to reach the cup, feeling all of her waters starting to flow downward as her fingers wrapped around it. With just as fluid of a motion as the one about to escape her, she yanked her panties aside, and pressed the open container to her trembling girlhood just in time to catch a swift...
Spurt.....
And, the following pssshpssshpssh that pssssh-ceeded it, the cup growing warm in her hands
"Ohhh....Ohhhh, that feels good.."
It was like a wave of relief washed over her... The sprays of sacred Arya waters starting to fill the Styrofoam that had contained the liquid prior to ingestion. She was grateful she had been shopping in such a diverse mall, if only for that fleeting moment of bliss as her personal tap began to reach the halfway point of her cup...
Wait...fleeting?
"Excuse me, but have you finished in there?" the attendant's voice quickly snapped her back to attention, as she was shamefully forced to staunch her stream mid-spray, "We've recently got a swell of customers, and could use the room as soon as you are done."
"Ah...Ah, I'll be just a minute..!" Arya pleaded, struggling and straining to contain her illicit flow as she clenched..and clenched..and clenched..Finally slowing the stream to a dribble...then, mere droplets...and finally, a halt as she set the cup down hurriedly.
She struggled with herself to slide her garments back on, promptly wincing as the skirt was re-fastened... But, she managed to put up the facade of control long enough to gather her things anew, and start out of the room...Just in time to see the growing crowd of lingerie peruse-ers. She had to get moving... She had to find the power to contain her waters a little longer.....
She had to quietly dispose of the now mostly-full cup in a nearby trash can before anyone could notice it's contents. A task she handled professionally.... If, not entirely gracefully, shifting with the sloshing of liquid meeting can.
Still, even as she swiftly re-stocked the garment that served as her entry ticket to the bout of relief, Arya's strain couldn't stand the delays much longer...
"Gh..!"
And she knew it. She was thankful to be wearing a skirt, rather than some tight jeans that would certainly be holding a copious stain by now.....But, as she pushed her way through the mall, desperate for an exit.... She held the lightest bout of fear in her heart...
'What if...I don't make it...'
The negative thought managed to break her body free of it's previously dry state once more, a sizable spurt spraying through her panties, and catching along her upper thighs. She gasped, flinched....Redoubled...and Tripled her efforts. Arya grit her teeth, slowly stuck one foot in front of the other, and steeled her pelvic wall... Trying desperately.... feverently, to make it those last....few....steps......
Arya struggled to keep pace with the crowds.... Strained to stifle her sprays of spent control..... and sought even a moment's reprieve from her display.....As she pushed...and pushed...and pushed herself beyond her limits... Slowly...surely....safely.....
Es...caping the confines of the mall!
"Ah...! Aha..!" she sounded out, wanting to jump for joy at having escaped the trap of public humiliation at least a little while longer...
Psssshhh!
As she felt a vicious spray of liquid soak through her panties, trickling down her thighs.
"Gah..! S..shit.." she snapped, stumbling and fumbling her way to the most remote area possible.....The side of the mall, where no cars were parked.
Arya struggled to lower her garments once more as she squatted down, the blue material a much duller shade than prior with a sizable amount of her waters in them....And was able to finally able to parley her pent-up piddle no longer.
PSSSSSSSSSSSH...PSSSSSSSSHPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHPSSSSHH
As she felt her own piddle-plosion bursting out of her, quickly making short work for the watering of the grass, along with the moistening of the dirt. Arya's body visibly quivered and shook as she let loose a waterfall of her own creation, shuddering and groaning with raw relief as she emptied.
"Haaaah...Haaaahhhnn..Aaaahhnnn.." she groaned and moaned, the vicious sprays of water feeling nearly addicting...
"Hey, did you hear that?"
"Ah..!"
As she heard someone's voice, in her general direction. Arya covered her mouth with her hands as she struggled to stem the flow of her spray..... To no avail. She could lessen her stream...She could slow her spray...she could slacken it's pace...But it was refusing to stop again...Regardless of how much she clenched. Moments felt like minutes as she heard the footsteps approaching her location.... Her steady, unstoppable stream merrily hissing away slowly as she struggled to find the strength to move.... Hearing the footsteps grow closer...and closer....and closer.....
"Ah, You're hearing things. C'mon, Let's go see if they got the new set in."
"Ah...Alright then."
The footsteps slowly started pacing away from the girl as she felt herself finally finishing it's deluge....A bout of good fortune keeping her, yet again, from being discovered having spilled waters in a most definitely not designated area. Even so, Arya sat there for a few extra moments to be safe, letting her body empty itself out completely, and dry out just enough to safely get her panties back on....
"Ohhh..That....that was close. Too close.." she whispered softly to herself, before shaking her head. "Though now... I can get back to shopping!"
She wasn't one to let the potential embarrassment ruin her good time... And, there were still a ton of stores to visit! She already peed once, so she'd be able to manage exploring the rest of them before nature went to call again, right?
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That was a very good story, I'm grateful that @Faust decides to make a topic of these, a particular fantasy has been taking me since the last topic of interviews with the characters of Faust, I think I ended up excited a bit too much, but I hope everything is fine for Faust. ( I hope you like it too @blooper =3 You seemed a little interested in making Saiga do a mess on that topic. )
Saiga's super poop
Saiga is having an atypical week in her life, she's constipated all week, it's already 4 days without # 2, every day without being able to go, it increased the food intake in the hope that it forced the way, the girl may feel her belly much more swollen than usual, although she does not feel as if any poop would leave so early because she does not feel the need to expel gas and her tummy is externally calm, she knew that all this bloated should be.
Now alone in the lab, Saiga decided to sort things out to pass the time and be distracted from constipation, Saiga start to organize things in the laboratory while drinking a large jar of plum juice and while eating a taco she bought on the way to school, while she tosses things around and arranges this, Saiga finds something strange and curious, at first glance this seemed to be just a cat's tail for fantasies, but the suspicion of finding this in Eoria's things and looking closer make her realize that this is a cat tail butt plug, a erotic toy, normally Saiga would only be angry at Eoria for being so vulgar, but since it had been some time since Saiga's last sexual relieving and with the girl enjoying anal stimulation, she decided to try this, she was alone in the lab and she could find a little cute, what could go wrong ?! right?
Saiga insert the plug and watch as she stays, she enjoy the feel and te look she even make some poses like a neko while purring and making some nya or mew cat sounds, howeverher attention is facing the door, someone is coming, without much time to act, all that Saiga can do is pull up her panties, her black bike short and her skirt while she hid her tail inside her panties / bike short, this was Eoria, omora and Faust, Saiga cursing Faust and Eoria for it, and with a bad timing a ungirlish sound come from her tummy * Nyeeeeeeeeooolllllll * Saiga becomes incredulous, at all times why right now? maybe it was because the shock of being about to be discovered? The plug along with all the juice and food made her tummy start acting? Whatever it was, it would have to wait, mortified with shame at thinking about being discovered with something so naughty in her ass and after losing a bet to Faust and having to spend the rest of the day with him, even though it would probably involve naughty actions and foreplay Saiga prefers to resist this, even though she knows that this is a heavy loading.
Faust and Saiga go to Faust's house and spend a long time together while Faust tries to create a more relaxed mood, while Saiga remains tense, normally Saiga would just go to the bathroom, but with that in her ass made it impossible for her diginity, this was unbearable for herself , that would make her just like Eoria, Saiga stay a long time fighting the growing pressure insede her tummy until the idea of having an accident appeared in her mind, that was perfect, Faust was a pervert who would love it while Saiga enjoyed doing the boy beg for but only for her to deny and go to the shower, and she could go to the bathroom to take a shower and in privacy get rid of it, she just needed to expel a little gas as the leaves to start this .... Saiga to concentrate between the aroused that her ass was present with the plug and not to force too much, it was just gas she needed to release, Saiga breathe deeply and try to do that ..... she tried, tried to again, but without success, to her bad luck the plug was blocking the way, the girl was unable to let anything pass, even gas, Saiga was desperate for a solution as much as the contents of her tummy searched for a way out until her belly decides to act for itself, her remarks are met with silence as her stomach growwwwwwls with a loud Nyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooolllllll...And she quivers..... Her legs buckle...and she grunts in effort, Saiga blush while now everything makes sense to Faust, Faust start playing with her belly tightening and commenting playfully on how she is "chubby" after Faust just tortured Saiga's belly trying to make her have an accident, but with no result, the girl's agony grows beyond limits, her stomach is furiously protesting growwwwwwls with an increasingly noisy and fierce and uninterrupted Nyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooolllllllas all that juice just completely fill her bladder, the girl is being haunted by the relentless and cruel pangs of her bladder and Nyeolls of her tummy, Saiga feels as her anus was a canon ready to fire but with a huge stopper blocking the blast...... her butt is pluged but her peehole is free, she can feel the warm golden moisture in her groin (in more ways than one), until Faust's hand gets close to her ass, that's too much for Saiga, the plug being tightened by her anus muscles is being a new pleasure for her, but Faust is about to discover the plug, Saiga just punch him and dash to the toilet, she has no time to lose, she leak and start to gush before pull down completely her short and panties and just pluck the plug of her ass when sitting in the toilet for all kind of unlady ass noises and moan be heard noisily in the house.
Saiga is in a trance in plesure and relief, finally she is empty, she finished her business with the toilet paper, but there is a problem at the time of flushing, Saiga timidly calls Faust and ask for help, she tells him that she clog the toilet, help Faust and finish the night doing anal sex with Saiga while they take a shower (Saiga urinate again during the bath .... It really was a lot of plum juice in that jar)
Tag: Female Wetting, Female Messing, Female Desperation, Female" attempted mess "
Intentional "Accident", Teassing, Tsundere, Anal.
Rating Level: Vulgar |
@Zenkopan
AuthorNote: This story was not quite requested in the thread, but Faust felt it would be interesting enough to share in this one, regardless! Faust hopes you enjoy~
[A Golden Opportunity]
"Mmmth...I hope Nanako had fun today.." A raven-haired girl mused to herself as she parted ways with her friends for the first of a three-day vacation from school, heading down the sidewalk to a an all too familiar bus stop. "Yu looked quite relieved that she was so energetic....Even if we were only in Junes for most of the day. I'm glad...."
There really wasn't much to do in the small town of Inaba, which the girl had lived her whole life in. The raven haired girl's name was Yukiko Amagi, heiress to the...at least remotely known (Regardless of how much her friend Chie Hyped it up) Amagi Inn. A relatively prosperous place for people to stay on vacations and holidays out in the country. She had grown up in the inn, as had her family for several generations... And yet, she always wondered what it would be like, outside of her home. A lingering curiosity, coupled with a set of feelings she hadn't let surface until just recently.....
"Right....with my....Shadow..." she remarked quietly to herself as she stood at the bus stop, awaiting it's arrival with a light frown from a...sort of vague memory. She had been in a...strange sort of world, made of her own inner feelings.... She had come face to face with her own deepest, darkest, inner feelings.......
Of her light resentment to being an heiress to such a legacy.... Not out of the place itself, but how she had felt like she had no future outside of inheriting said building. With so many generations of Amagi inheriting, and running the inn most of their lives, deep down... She felt like she was trapped into the fate of having to run the inn her whole life... Never to leave...And never to know what other things there were out in the world. Like a bird in a cage.....
"But...I'm not beholden to that fate. I...can choose my own." she told herself resolutely, as the sounds of the bus pulling up to the stop rang out. 'I'll choose my own future, not relent to some old tradition...'
That was the thought, at least.... She still wasn't entirely confident in her choice, or her own self-sufficiency.... But, with the help of her friends, she was sure she could accomplish anything. Especially....
....
A thought that she felt lightly halted as she stepped onto the bus, wincing as she made her way to the middle and took her seat. The sudden shift in her posture put a touch of strain on a certain part of her, echoing a sensation she had lightly suppressed in her introspection.
Pang....
A dull aching in her bladder, from the several bottles of juice she had partaken of in the day. It wasn't incredibly bad, per se... But, it was enough to prompt the girl to press her legs together....
Yukiko's had been wearing a red dress that trailed down to her knees, with a black blouse underneath, and with a red and white scarf around her neck. She wasn't exactly cold with the early spring weather, but it was a sort of ensemble that one of the workers at the Inn assured her looked 'quite cute.' Knee-length boots supposedly complimented them, but she just thought they were comfortable, as she lightly rested her hands in her lap.
'It's only ten minutes to the Inn...Then I'll be able to go.' she told herself quietly, trying her best to not put her desire on full display. 'Think about something else......'
She had exams coming up.... She was rather confident in her studies, even with the time she had missed due to a...strange sort of incident she hadn't the chance to properly internalize yet. Her friends had..gone inside of a television to rescue her from a strange other world that she supposedly spent nearly two weeks in, but only felt like a few hours? She knew that after she was taken out of it, she really had to....
'Ah...No...mind off of that subject..!' she gently chided herself as she lightly clenched her fists in her lap....Pressing her legs closer together. She couldn't think about peeing...She mustn't.....
'And then there's the whole..Persona business...' she thought to herself again, vaguely remembering it. Her innermost feelings had transformed into another mysterious figure, that empowered her in that other world... Made her feel more complete....And yet...
'Nnn...It's all still a big blur..' she thought quietly, squeezing her legs together anew as she glanced out the window, the setting sun heralding the end of the day. 'Once exams are over, I'm sure they'll have plenty of time to show me what it is..'
Chie had told her a basic gist...and Yosuke had attempted to explain it all, but she couldn't quite wrap her mind around another world..... Even if it had clues to....
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKK
The bus suddenly lurched to a stop as the heiress was flung forward at this, adding a substantial amount of pressure to her strained tank, falling back after a few tensed moments of strain.
"Sorry about that! An animal ran out in front of the bus." the driver quickly apologized, as Yukiko crossed one leg over the other, wincing.
"I..it's okay..." she remarked politely, even as she squeezed her legs a bit tighter than before. Truthfully, she was afraid the sudden shift in pressure had incited an indecent leak, but she didn't feel any wetness clinging to her inner thighs, so she was dry...for now.
'Nnn....Not much longer.....Just a bit more..' she mentally coached herself, resting her hand in her lap as she desperately tried to hide her need....Biting her lower lip as the bus took motion again. It wasn't as negligible as before....No, in fact it felt quite bad... She definitely had to pee.....
'First things first when I get off: Bathroom...' she told herself as she permitted herself to rock slightly, waiting for the bus to arrive at it's destination. 'Before the maids, before dinner....and definitely before I change into my Kimono...'
It was a lovely garment that she owned, sure... And, it was important for the heiress of the inn to look her best when helping the customers....but she shuddered at the thought of having to wear such a...complicated outfit under such dire piddly circumstances....
'Glad I'm not wearing my tights today...Or, it might be in danger..' she quietly thought to herself, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. No, today, she would just need to pull her dress up, and her panties down once she entered the bathroom. An easy up, and an easy down. She would be fine...She would manage....
A few quiet moments of consideration later, and the bus gradually slowed to it's stop, Yukiko bracing herself this time for it.
"Amagi Inn." the bus driver called, as Yukiko stood up slowly, the shift in posture prompting a wince from the girl, but swiftly cast aside as she paced to the front of the bus.
"Yes..Thank you..!" she remarked to the driver without looking at him, hopping off of the bus and practically charging up the small distance to her inn, legs pressed together as she held a hand at her side...
She couldn't hold herself right now...Not in front of the potential customers..... It would look badly on the Inn if their heiress was hobbling around like a little girl in dire need.....Or worse, if she...
...
'D..don't...Just...bathroom..' she quickly cut herself off before finishing that thought, tensing her thighs and willing her internal reservoir to retain for a few minutes longer. She dashed as swiftly as she could up the steps to her own family's floor, not permitting herself even a moment's pause until she was absolutely sure no one could see her......The pounding of her bladder starting to intrude upon her thoughts....
'N..Nnn..just a little bit...' she thought to herself as she allowed one of her hands to move to the front of her dress, giving a moment's pressure to combat her slacking control. 'Just a few more steps, and we'll be free...Just hold on a bit longer..'
She paced the halls, rounded a corner, and headed towards her salvation....Hand moving to grip the handle when...
Klk....
"A..Ah..?" she sounded in disbelief, a voice calling out to her.
"Nnnn...I'll...be a bit....Sorry.." the voice of her mother called out as Yukiko's eyes went wide, her thighs trembling anew. "There...Nn...Appears to be an issue with the....sushi we ordered..."
Yukiko paled at her salvation being so resoundingly denied, but she shook her head after a few moments, charging back the way she came.
'I..It'll be fine! Th..there's still other bathrooms. I can....hold out..' she told herself quietly as she paced back down the steps. 'Just..have to be...patient, that's all...'
She rounded the corner, fearfully prying her hand from her dress as she wandered past a few passing customers, her goal still firmly in mind...And her will, strong.
"J..just a bit more.." she stated to herself cooly, before seeing a bright yellow sign on the door to her second chance... Tapped off, with a warning label.
Closed for Repairs
The girl visibly winced, her hand finding it's way to her dress anew as she held herself openly, no longer caring for her reputation, but for the increasing fear of delays...
"The...the second hall!"
She darted, but found herself meeting another locked door, with someone else's voice decrying her fate.
"I..just got in...sorry!"
She whined to herself quietly, and dashed around, passing over another taped-off room.
"M..maybe the servants will know.." she thought out loud to herself, straining with her internal muscles as much as she could to compose herself as she went to one of the waitresses.
"E..excuse me.." she asked quietly to an older woman with long, brown hair. "I...erm..a customer wanted to know where the...uh. functioning...bathrooms were..."
The woman gave Yukiko an appraising look, before offering a gentle smile, and pointed.
"There's the Fifth guest bathroom over that way." she answered, politely. "Just down the hall, and four doors down on your right, Miss Amagi."
"R..right..." Yukiko answered, nodding her head. "I'll...I'll go tell them immediately."
She had a feeling the woman knew she wasn't asking for a customer, but at this point she was far too desperate to care. Yukiko barged her way down the indicated path, squeezing herself tightly. Just a few more steps, and her nightmare would be over.....
...Or so..
"No......." she weakly protested, the path to the bathroom practically barricaded by a mass of people in various states of distress. Yukiko felt all of the color draining from her face as she stared at the barely-moving line, realizing that even if she was waiting in line.... With about a dozen people ahead of her in the queue, she would never.....
'Nnn...Nnnn! W...what...What do I do...' she thought to herself feebly as she glanced at the line, and down the halls. 'All of the bathrooms are...are occupied, and I'm...'
She winced as she went back on the hall, burying both of her hands in her dress to apply some much needed pressure...but felt a small bout of warmth finally escape into her panties.
"Aaaah....I'm running out of time..!" she whimpered, kneading her desperate girlhood needily. "Just..just a minute...please..give me just a little more time..!"
She felt an overwhelming level of pressure fighting it's way out....As she squirmed, shifted, writhed, ground her teeth, and mustered up all of her might to will her feminine faucet off for a few, desperate more minutes.
'There has to be a way....' she thought to herself, tears nearly welling up in her eyes from the strain, before a thought hit her with nearly as much force as what threatened her garments.....
The inn..Her inn was mostly famous for something in particular.... The Hot Springs! And, at this time, they were most certainly closed off to the public for some cleaning, so if she hurried.....
"G..gotta..Gotta go...Now.." she told herself as she dashed down the halls with the last of her energy, coming straight up to the door, pushing it open hurriedly as she passed by the various shelves and lockers where people placed their personal belongings, and zooming past the towels in a desperate rush, as she nearly skidded to a halt just outside of the springs, her whole body tensing, and winding like a spring.....
"P..please don't let anyone see this.." she prayed to whatever deities governed private relief, as she slid her hands under her dress...pulled a (still Mostly) White garment aside, and fell into a shaky squatting position..
Psssshh..psssssshPSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH
As Yukiko felt her body nearly explode with pent up need, crystal-clear liquids splashing about viciously onto the stone flooring that surrounded the springs.
"O..Ohhhnnn...Ohhhhh..." she felt herself groan needfully as her own personal spring waters noisily splashed about, her whole body shivering wildly with relief. "Ohhh..Ohhhh..Ohhh that was....too close..."
It was at this point she could feel the slightest bit of cold from the night's air hitting her delicately exposed area, as her body pumped out piddle at an alarming rate, a sizable puddle pooling at her feet. It certainly looked like the combined mass of the beverages she had drank that day, but Yukiko couldn't focus on an accurate comparison at the moment, only lost in her own relief.
It...felt good to loose so much of her waters at this point...Far better than it had any right to. The added wrinkle of doing so in such an indecent area prompted a flush to the girl's face as she felt her stream dwindling down, a deluge slowing to a mere trickle.
"It...It's only because it was an emergency... This won't become a habit..." she told herself quietly, even if some part of her may have enjoyed the possibility. Of the absolute swell of warmth running through her as she emptied out her own waters that were held so long. No, she would never consider holding this long again.... Never...
"N..Now...I..should.." she sounded to herself, reaching over for some form of cloth or such to dry her feminine opening, partially regretting leaving the towels behind...But, merely plucking a few leaves from the bushes surrounding the springs.
"Just this once..." she remarked to herself, as she glanced down at her sizable puddle...And stood up, letting her panties snap back into place.. "Goodness... I..should clean this up before I go."
She would need to grab one of the buckets people used to splash water over themselves, and wash away the evidence of her illicit activity....But, before she could even find one...
"Ugh...With the order having been delayed, and Golden week, we're overbooked.." A voice Yukiko was familiar with groaned out, prompting the heiress to flinch. "I'm glad my daughter's back, but..."
'Gotta go..!' she thought to herself as she scampered out of the springs, and headed up to her room to change. Did he see her? Hear her? Or, did she manage to get away, scot-free? She didn't know...But, she wasn't about to spend the night waiting on him to discover her.....
No, she had a job to do.... As she fastened the obi on her pink Kimono and started out of her room....Trying to push the thoughts of desperation, and relief out of her mind. No..she couldn't think such illicit things while she was helping everyone......
....
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The next morning, Yukiko woke up with a familiar panging in her lower belly, as she carefully and quietly started out of her room, moving down the halls anew. She was heading towards her family's private bathroom again when...
"And somebody peed a moat, right outside of the springs!" her father's voice cried out, in an exasperated tone. "Didn't they see the sign?!"
"Well, a lot of the bathrooms were busy, honey.." her mother answered in an understanding voice as Yukiko passed by their room, the woman raising a hand to wave at her. "It's better than cleaning in the middle of the halls, right?"
"Ugh...true, but it still bothers me.." her Father added, turning as Yukiko walked by. "Did you see anyone going into the springs last night Yukiko? I put up the sign, but someone must have snuck in before I could get to cleaning it..."
"Ah, N..No. I didn't see anyone." the Raven haired girl answered truthfully, suppressing her face's flush. "Some..customers can be Unruly, i guess.."
"Yeah...You'll find that out really quick when you take over, honey.." he called out in a defeated tone, rubbing his head. "Sorry, it's just stressful during the holidays."
"Mmm..." Yukiko nodded quietly, as her mother waved a hand, smiling warmly.
"Don't worry about us, dear. Go hang out with your friends." her mother added, beaming. "We've got the plumbing finally working again, so there shouldn't be any more illicit spring-pee-ers today."
Yukiko felt her cheeks redden a bit, but she merely bowed and nodded, starting down the halls.
"I'll see you later." she added quickly, starting down the halls again as she looked to the bathroom...And then back to her room, where she would be changing into some clothes to go out.
....
'It wouldn't hurt to wait just a...little bit before going.' she told herself, gently. 'Just..a little bit...'
It wasn't even that bad right now.... She'd be fine a little while longer....
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AuthorFaust: As an update/Reference to how things are going in regards to potential writings....
Is likely the next story, followed by
Though, Faust's thoughts may change over time. Faust hopes you are all understanding, and willing to wait for requests to be filled. |
Hey everyone. After my unexpected marathon in my last story, I wanted to give you all something short and sweet and a little different.
Next story is already in the works, but not ready yet. Until then, I hope this will tide you over!
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Meagan burst into Parker’s room without knocking, and announced, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I have got to piss like a racehorse.”
Since it was also Mitchell’s room, and since both guys were present, this was much less exciting for Parker than it might have been.
Meagan dumped her bag, turned to leave the room, turned back, ran to Parker, kissed him hello, waved to Mitchell, and bolted from the room.
The two boys looked at each other.
“So does she do this a lot?” Mitchell asked.
Parker ran through several possible answers, from the bold Actually, we make a game out of it to the rather more cautious Nope, never never ever and why do you ask?, and settled on “Technically, this is a first.”
“ ‘Technically’ ?”
“Usually it’s her room.”
Mitchell’s brows shot up. “Oookay then.”
“And I can’t remember her ever saying ‘piss like a racehorse’ before…”
“Actually, that wording didn’t surprise me much.”
A minute later, Meagan returned at a far more laid-back pace. “Sorry to barge in, Mitchell,” she said, “but you know how it is.”
“Yeah, when you gotta go…”
“Wanna come back with me to my room, Parker?” she asked. She gave a faint quirk of her mouth that suggested she had something fun to tell him—and he wouldn’t need three guesses to figure out what.
“Sure!”
As they were leaving Parker’s dorm, which this year was not so far from Meagan’s, she said, “Let’s take the long way around, it’s a nice day.”
And it was; the best of early spring. Sweatshirt weather, after the winter cold, but the sun was actually warm. By “the long way” she apparently meant walking in the exact opposite direction and heading out to the big lawn between campus and Route 64. When they were out of earshot from the afternoon post-class crowd, Meagan said, “So you can probably guess what I’m gonna tell you.”
“How you got so desperate?”
“Yup! With a little bit of an apology and a little bit of a promise.”
“Okay.”
“So our anniversary is coming up, as I hope you remember.”
“Um… will you forgive me if I can’t remember the exact date?”
“Well, here’s my thinking. Yeah, we could figure out the first time we kissed or something, but our first time having sex was kind of a turning point, huh? That was when we really started getting serious.”
“Well, that and the night I confessed about my turn-on. And our talk on the beach in Savannah.”
“All of which were within a few weeks of each other. Plus your birthday in the mix. So I thought we could do another big blowout right before Spring Break in honor of all of those various important days.”
“Well, I dunno, I kind of like doing something special for each one…”
“I don’t think I’ve got the time for that, I’m sorry. Since midterms are right in that stretch of time, too.”
“Oh, okay.” But his heart sank a little. He’d been looking forward to wrangling alone-time from the relevant roommates on several consecutive weeks.
“But I was thinking that, since it’s in honor of everything, we do it right, huh? And since it’s your birthday, we do it your way. Which means we turn it up to 11 and have sex while I am bursting to piss.”
His heart rose quite rapidly. Nor was it alone. “I’m in.”
“Somehow I thought you might be.” She grinned. “Anyway. I was gonna talk to you about all that pretty soon, but since it’s background info to my story, we’re talking about it now.”
“Got it.”
“So I thought: well, if we’re gonna go all-out, I should probably do what I’ve been meaning to do for a while now, and figure out exactly what to drink to get the most desperate.”
Parker felt a jolt run through him, but he played it cool. “In the interests of science, of course.”
“Of course! So I’ve actually been doing little tests for the last week or so.”
Screw playing it cool. “That—Meagan, that is… shit, I don’t even know what to say, that’s how cool it is. I really can’t…”
She grinned again. “It’s nothing, really. I drink a little extra before my morning classes, see how bad it gets by lunch. Never been a problem, because I am Meagan the Mighty, after all.”
“All hail the Mighty One, the Steel-Bladdered, the Long Holder!”
“Well, turns out even your favorite superhero has her kryptonite.”
“Really? What is it?”
“One step at a time. So I started basic: water. We already knew that enough would get me desperate, but it does take a lot. Still, I wanted a control.”
“I’ve never been so turned on by scientific rigor.”
“You clearly haven’t been reading the right journal articles, then. Anyway, I knocked back a full water bottle before class, and then didn’t drink anything else during, and then tried to judge where I was at by lunch. I still can’t do that whole ten-point scale thing, but I could say if I needed to go or not.”
“Still with you so far.”
“I tried out a few different things. Coffee, pop, orange juice… I didn’t try beer, not because I thought it wouldn’t work, but because I wanted to keep the levels constant and I can’t go to class buzzed, not even for scientific rigor. Not even for you, hon.”
“I’m shocked that your love for me has limits.”
“Mmmhmm. Anyway, coffee was definitely the leader. The others, I definitely needed to pee by lunch, but I could wait. With coffee I needed to pee but I decided I needed to go enough before my afternoon classes that I’d better pee at lunch. But I didn’t like how jittery I got drinking a full water bottle full of coffee all at once. So today I thought I’d try black tea.”
“Aha.”
“And I think we have a winner, folks. The boost from caffeine but with plenty of water involved alongside. By lunchtime I definitely needed to go. Just about as bad as with coffee, but not so shaky. Problem was, I had to stop by Dr. Vince’s office. He’s my advisor. Have you ever had a class with him?”
“Not yet.”
“He is an awesome teacher. I love him so much. But the dude is a talker. I think he’s lonely, honestly—a bad divorce, I think. Whatever it is, he talks. I seriously need to give it an hour every time I have to go get a form signed.”
“I think I see where this is going.”
“Exactly! I tried to just swing by his office, get the paperwork done, then grab lunch and pee, then get off to the next class. But I am dead serious, he sat and talked to me for half an hour with the form sitting unsigned on his desk—and I was absolutely fascinated the entire time. If I hadn’t been so hungry and needing to pee, I could have stayed there all day. He’s that good. I learn something every time I step in his office. But today I was a little antsy, as you might guess, but I couldn’t leave since I know he’d lose the form if I just left it with him.
“Anyway, he finally notices the time and offers to take me out to lunch, since he’d eaten up most of lunch—”
“Heh.”
“Huh?”
“Nice pun.”
“…Right. I totally meant to say that and I will take full credit for it. I was worried about time, so he said he knew a little place that does these amazing burritos. Wouldn’t take long and I could take it with me. And they were huge, he says. Easily two meals. Well, I couldn’t pass up two free lunches. You know me. So I couldn’t afford not to. Besides, I’d get to spend another half-hour with Dr. Vince. I figured I could pee at the burrito place.”
“Whoops. Famous last words.”
“No kidding. The place is tiny. Like, three tables that seat two apiece, if you’re real friendly—actually, we should go back sometime, I wouldn’t mind being that friendly with you—and so: no bathroom. It’s really a food kiosk, only with a little seating. But Dr. Vince was right, they were fast. So we weren’t there very long anyway; we ate in his car as we were driving back. And he was right that the burritos were huge, I really did have a lot left over. So then I was worried about the leftovers going bad, so I race back to Bryant to stick them in the fridge. Put a label on them that I was getting sick, too, so maybe they’ll still be there tomorrow.”
“Let’s hope. But let me guess: at this point you didn’t have enough time to pee before class started.”
“Pretty much. Professor Stoltz is a stickler for being on time. She gets really sarcastic about it if we’re late, especially since we’re coming from lunch and theoretically have a whole hour. And since I need her to sign off on my thesis proposal for next year—that was what Dr. Vince was signing—I didn’t want to make her mad this week.”
“And then you can’t leave, right?”
“Actually she’s not so bad about stepping out. But I still don’t want to piss her off—heh, I am the Queen of the Unintentional Pun today, apparently—and besides, what she was talking about was actually pretty crucial. So I just held it. Kind of a mistake.”
“Yeah? What happened next?”
“Well, she held me after class! Wanted to talk about my thesis proposal. Then she called Dr. Vince over, and then they started talking, and once again it was totally critical for me to hear it and absolutely fascinating and taking forever and I’m standing there in the door of the classroom, half-in and half-out, and by now I’ve got one leg wrapped around the other and wondering if I’ll ever be able to escape and wondering why I need to pee so bad, since it was seriously the worst I’ve had to go in years when it wasn’t for your sake.”
“Worse than the traffic jam?”
“Okay, good point, but not quite the same situation. There I couldn’t lock down like usual. On the other hand, that time I knew that it would take me a long time to get to the bathroom. This time, the bathroom was literally twenty steps down the hall if I could just get away from my babbling profs. So my bladder was acting like I should be able to pee in the next minute.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So finally Professor Stoltz has to go, and Dr. Vince for once didn’t keep me—and just as I head to the bathroom, the janitor puts up the ‘Closed for Cleaning’ sign.”
“Oh, wow. Terrible timing.”
“Yup. So I go tearing down the steps, and in the lobby I’m looking one way to the bathrooms, which are all the way at the back when you’re on the ground floor, and I’m looking the other way at Bryant and thinking, ‘So can I make it over there, ditch my stuff, and call Parker over?’”
“You were thinking of me?”
“I was thinking of you the whole dang day, love, since this whole test is supposed to give you the best birthday present I can give. And I didn’t want to waste some perfectly good desperation—”
“That’s a phrase I’ve never heard before.”
“Well, you might get to hear it more with me around, huh? So I head for Bryant. But I’m halfway there when I suddenly feel myself start to leak. Like with the snow pants.”
“Wow. All that just from some black tea?”
“Black tea and Dr. Vince’s talking and a free lunch. So I look around and I realize that the nearest bathroom is actually probably in your dorm. So I headed for your dorm because I literally could not make it all the way to mine.”
“That’s… really hot? Am I allowed to be turned on by this?”
“Mmmmmmmhmmm. I wouldn’t be turning this into a epic tale of desperation and spinning it out if I didn’t want you turned on.”
“Oh, whew.”
“Did you really think I didn’t want you turned on?”
“Well, it sure seemed like you did. But at the beginning you said ‘Don’t take this the wrong way.’ Sorry if I’m overreacting.”
“I’m always grateful for your caring about consent, love. That is the kind of thing I really do not mind being extra-careful about. And yeah, I guess I did say that, didn’t I? I think what I wanted to warn you was don’t pop a hard-on then and there, ‘cause it wasn’t the time. Anyway, I clearly made it to your room without pissing myself, made it to the bathroom after that, pissed like crazy, and there you have it.”
“Wow. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome! But it’ll get better. Remember, I only drank one bottle of tea all day, and with a few delays, I nearly exploded after just six or seven hours. Just imagine what might happen if I drank two.”
Parker shivered.
“Plus some extra water when I get thirsty.”
He shivered again.
“On your birthday. And then I’ll take you inside me, even though I’ll be so desperate. And I won’t pee until you come.”
He was just quivering uncontrollably by now.
She stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just keep remembering that for the next few weeks. With midterms I can’t guarantee much more, although I’ll try to make some time for something, Dacy or Mitchell willing. But if we can’t make it work, you just keep remembering my promise. ‘Cause I keep my promises.”
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And there you have it, folks. Stay tuned; part one of the next chapter should be going up in a little while. |
This story was just a bit of fun to do today, to see how good I could write a story like it was a real experience. I got caught short while running errands today which I figured some people might enjoy. The problem was that the story was not overly exciting to be an experience so I decided to take some influences, both from and away from, Omo.org and make this a proper story. I just needed a cute heroine and a satisfying ending and my writing prompt for today was complete. So do enjoy.
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So this should be a fun story, I never thought I'd see the day where I get caught up in my own little mishap. I've always enjoyed pushing myself, though it's only recently I've ever taken an interest in something like a hold. I didn't have much success when I wanted to, but then when I was caught short unintentionally I took the chance to slyly enjoy my fetish without anybody being any the wiser. When I couldn't hold it any longer, all I had to do was use the magic words and I was free to piss and be free of the burden of my bladder. Anyway, Hiya, I'm Rose and this is the story of how my dog, a kind lady, and 3 cups of coffee got me into a pretty wet situation.
But first, before we start, what's a good story without the beautiful heroine, right? Sadly, I'm not a super model, I'm quite plain actually; my chest isn't exactly eye-catching and I have no plump round arse that fits all shapely and snugly into a pair of jeans. My flat pale arse fits well enough into a pair of sweats, thin grey ones to be precise. I'm pretty average, weight-wise, maybe a little under but that's because I hardly eat. I've got long messy brown hair that's all over the place, the only way I ever "pretty" up my hair is by tying it into a slightly less messy bun, which I had this morning. My eyes are blue, and I've been told I have quite the miserable mug, which I take as a compliment. I'm fairly pale since summer is literally two days in England. That... and I also spend most of my time at my PC. I’m from Northeast England, yet strangely my accent is oddly neutral between the two cities of Sunderland and Newcastle, which believe me puts a lot of people off about my accent. You already know, but I'll say it again, my name's Rose, and I can only imagine the first thing you're thinking is that such a beautiful name is not fitting for such a... plain description.
On with the story! I was woken up at roughly 8:30am by a loud honking outside. I passed out on my sofa after falling asleep only 4 hours earlier so I woke up in a slightly foul mood. You know how it is when you've had so little sleep yet you've got stuff to do, places to be. I was wearing a white tank top and a white pair of knickers, pretty bog standard for snoozing on the sofa in summer. I groaned and sat my lazy arse up on the sofa, brushing back my hair with my hand like that was an acceptable way to tidy myself up. My hair never stays neat for long anyway. In my half-asleep state, I’d nearly forgotten I’d offered to take my mam’s dog for an appointment at the groomers. Funnily enough, the little flea bag was sleeping by my feet, a black and white shih-tzu with the face of a grumpy old cunt who's sick of those kids kicking a ball on the village green. 9am was the time he was due in for his cut, and in an effort to avoid a long arse walk to the town over, I’d called my friend, Beth, the night before and she, like the fucking sweetheart she is, had offered to take me.
I’ll spare the usual details of my morning; I doubt it’s any different from most. I get up, take a quick morning wee, the urgency of which depends on whether I have some tea before bed, brush my teeth, you know the usual shite. I’m not proud to admit that I just brushed the hair from the shirt I’d slept in, put on the first pair of sweatpants I found and slapped on my trainers. To be fair I hadn’t expected to be sticking around town for long, I wanted to drop the dog off and be home where I could laze in my knickers until he was ready. All the while I'm getting ready, Beth is outside honking her horn like a man possessed. I threw on my N7 jacket, got the dog all harnessed up and ran outside to where my friend Beth's car was waiting.
“Took your fucking time, didn’t you?” Beth grinned. Already she had shitty rock radio blasting. “Hello, Pep.” She was a lot kinder greeting the dog than she was me, baby-voice and everything. Beth had a geeky look to her, thin glasses, short dyed hair with pink streaks and a shoulder bag that she loved to wear even while driving.
“Fuck off, I didn’t get to sleep until 4.” Was my response, naturally, as I seated my arse in the front seat with my dog on my lap. This was how we greeted each other. Fuck, this was how most people I knew greeted each other. In the Northeast of England, belittlement was our friendliness, all wrapped up under the popular title 'banter'.
It was a grey morning, pretty miserable actually. It looked like it was going to rain, large grey clouds looming overhead, a bit of wind and just dull skies. It was awfully deceiving as our bastard weather often was though. Even with the windows down, I had a sweat-on, I felt hot and my knickers were halfway up my arse clung on by sweat already. We drove for five minutes into the neighbouring town, pulled up in a car park behind the high street, walked past the stores, most of which still had their shutters up, and headed for the groomers, leaving my shih-tzu in the hands of a kind elderly lady.
So with the dog dropped off to get his filthy coat dealt with, we decided that since it was so early we'd go for breakfast. It was about 9am when the dog was dropped off and a few places around the town were beginning to open up. We headed to a pub behind the high street, a really popular place that, thankfully, did a pretty cheap breakfast with an even better part: Free refills on coffee. We headed into the old pub, which was empty except for one or two old men sitting and reading the paper. And yes, although it wasn't even 9am, they had a pint. Of course they had a pint.
We settled into our booth, ordered our breakfasts, which were quite obviously a full english, and letting out a weary yawn I went to take advantage of those free refills. I knew the dogs appointment was at 9am, yet I decided that going to bed, or to word it better, collapsing in my pants on the sofa downstairs, at 4am was a far better way to prepare myself for an early morning appointment than just going to bed at a reasonable hour. Two sugars and milk, that was how I took my 3 coffees as I was desperate to try and perk myself up for a long day.
We sat, ate, discussed a few things about Beth’s work, all the while I’m downing these large cups of coffee like they were my literal life essence. It becomes like a routine; Talk, eat, drink coffee, nod head, repeat. Before I knew it one cup became two and two became three. These weren’t baby cups either, they were fucking big, I must’ve had a good liter of coffee in me before we set off. “You ready to go then?” I asked as I gulped down the last of my third cup.
“Hang on a tick, I need to go the loo, first.” Beth propped her bag over her shoulders and nipped off to the toilets on the second floor.
I just hung around casually, waiting for those 3 cups of coffee to jumpstart my brain and give me some form of boost. I yawned, and then yawned again, my eyes feeling a lot heavier the second time. I was certainly beginning to feel it somewhere though, and it wasn't in my head. I can't boast that I have a big bladder, a few drinks, especially of cider, and I'm just about ready to burst. It's not too bad yet though, but you know when you begin to feel it and you know you're going to be really feeling it sooner than you think, that's how I was feeling. I even debated going to the loo myself before we left, but Beth came back and as she nudged me toward her car, I knew that ship had sailed.
I definitely was feeling it sooner than I expected, some weight in my bladder that was letting me know I was gonna have to go for a slash real soon. Not that it mattered since we were on our way home for the morning. I just had to wait until I got home... or so I thought. From my jacket pocket I felt the buzz of my phone calling for my attention. Was it my mam, wondering if the dog got there alright? Was it my brother? Anybody I knew? Nope. Unknown number.
I was reluctant to answer, I was never keen on unknown numbers. However, Beth convinced me that it might have been the groomers and slightly concerned, I agreed. I answered the phone rather sheepishly as I always do that with unknown numbers. "Hello?"
"Hi, is this Rose?" I replied with a yes. "Oh hi, Rose; I'm just calling about Pep. We were cutting his legs when his pad started bleeding. You're not far away, are you?"
I knew what question was coming next, and I fucking hated it. "Eh, no. Me and my friend are just outside town."
"Ah, would it be possible for you to come back and check him out?"
I have no fucking idea why she asked me back. What was I going to do about it? Was my presence magically going to heal whatever wound they'd accidentally inflicted on him? And to make matters worse I was sitting on three cups of coffee, I was already beginning to feel like I was about to burst. I had spent the drive thinking about how good it would've been to get home and piss, it was all I was looking forward to. "S-Sure." I'm a fucking idiot and I answered like a fucking idiot. "We'll turn around and head back." I just kept digging the hole deeper. "We'll be about five minutes." I said my goodbyes and without giving away that this whole thing had frustrated me I instructed Beth to turn us around and head back to the town.
So back to the town we head, turning into an estate and back up the road. Let me tell you, I was fucked off. Royally. I’d sat and gorged myself on coffee because I knew I could. It didn’t matter. Once I was home, even if I was bursting, I could piss whenever I had to; Toilet, sink, kitchen sink, floor, you name it I was free to piss in it. But now I couldn’t, I had to just lean back in my seat and mutter the word fuck in my head repeatedly until it lost all meaning.
We pulled back into the carpark we'd arrived in earlier and rushed down a side alley onto the high street, where now a ton of people, most of them elderly, were now. At this point it was starting to really fucking dwell on me. You ever hit that point where everything just starts to feel like a toilet? Your mind goes into this super focused state where you’re just eyeing up anywhere with a modicum of privacy, wondering if it’ll be fine to just piss there? Alleyways, the little patch of grass at the back of the park? A fucking rubbish bin for all you care at that point. That was me as we walked down the high street. Take note that there’s no toilets available for customers in most of these stores. The nearest ones were down by a park, and they were locked too. My village and the surrounding villages have this habit of keeping their toilets locked and I have no idea why. Maybe they’ve got a fetish for people pissing themselves?
Not that I’d use them anyway, they’re fucking filthy. I’d sooner piss in my knickers than use one of those filthy public toilets. I’ve had a friend tell me to just squat over the bowl and do it like that, but that doesn’t relieve me from touching the walls, and believe me, half the time the walls of the stall are almost as bad as the rest of it. Anyway, I’m getting off track. Back into the dog groomers we went. There was my black and white little man, all harnessed up, wagging his tail like he thought his master had come to save him from this haircutting hell.
The cut was nothing serious and all it did was make me hate myself more for saying I'd come back. Just a reminder that every minute I wasn't pissing was another minute I had to endure this conflicting feeling of both arousal and pain from how badly I needed a wee. The groomer, a nice older woman with short gray hair and a kind warm smile, explained that it was most likely a nick from where she had been cutting, and that he'd been awfully fidgety and anxious since we'd left the shop. I knew he got a big anxious when we weren't around but I never thought it'd have me running back to his rescue.
And then, Beth said something, something she shouldn’t have fucking said. “If it’ll help, we don’t mind staying to hold him. Right, Rose?” She shrugged her shoulders like it was no issue to us, totally unaware I was already holding something of my own.
At that moment, I could’ve throttled her. I just wanted out of there and back home, back to my house with my nice beautiful toilet. “Ha, sure, if you don’t mind.” I said with a shy, awkward laugh. I’d hoped the lack of interest in my voice would dissuade her from keeping us.
Oh, how fucking wrong I was. “If you don’t mind staying.” She was an older woman, she had that polite tone of not wanting to inconvenience us, but knowing that if we stay it’ll make it easier for her. Sweet and innocent, it’s almost deceiving, but my soppy heart falls for it all the time.
Beth, without even consulting me, sat her arse down on a chair and held my dog steady. "It's not a problem for us. We've nowhere else to be."
She was edging herself ever closer toward a throttling. I had places to be, the fucking toilet for one! Okay, it can’t be too long. I told myself with hopes that it would quell the urges, a temporary ceasefire to the war between my legs, appeasing both my bladder and body with the promise that we wouldn't be here long; Pup only had his legs and head left before he’d be a short, nearly bald bastard. I can hold it for 10-15 more minutes and endure a 5 minute drive home. I'd get home, get the dogs lead off and be free to relieve myself to the toilet all before the hour was up.
45 minutes! 45 fucking minutes it took to trim his paws and head. I don’t know how I made it. I had to stand, acting like nothing was amiss, casually adjusting my stance to make sure nobody knew the kind of war my bladder was waging on me. I'd failed to hold up my mental promise and now my bladder was back with a vengeance, battering me with everything it could, trying to push me toward relief. All I could do was hold it, clench my muscles, pucker up until I could feel it in my arse too, just holding on for dear life. The worst part was that I had to keep myself composed; I was surrounded by three kind women and Beth who were taking care of the matted fur around my pups feet. I couldn't hold myself, I couldn't bounce around, I couldn't even just twiddle my thumbs with my legs pressed as tightly as I could fucking get them.
Not once did I dare to ask if I could use their toilet. I was so scared of them saying no that I just kept quiet. Rejection, especially for something like the toilet, was not something I took well. More times than I cared to admit, I'd grown close to wetting myself a few times in the past because I'd been too scared of being told I couldn't use the toilet. Anyway, dog was cut, he looked handsome and myself and Beth were ready to leave. We skipped the casual conversation. To avoid saying anything I just said I was expected back home quickly. I kind of was, if you count the fact I was expecting myself back home for a fucking afternoon slash. Afternoon! It was nearly 1pm by the time they were done! I walked back to the car, my little gremlin of a shih-tzu walking happily beside me, tail wagging after his cut. It wasn’t their fault he looked like a gremlin, it’s just nature’s fault he’s ugly. Cute-ish though.
I sat our best pup in the back seat, and being the good dog he was, he curled up and sat there, staring at me with a miserable old stare after the ordeal he'd been through. Believe me, Pep, I had some grudges of my own after that 45 minutes. I got in the front, and feeling the ever burning pain of my bladder as I flopped onto the car seat, my achingly full bladder sending a violent message between my legs that that was a stupid idea, I blurted out. “I wish I hadn't drank all that coffee. I feel like I’m about to piss myself.”
Beth just tilted her head and chuckled. “Well we’re going home now, so just hold it in.” We drove out along the roads, terrible rock music playing, a handsome gentleman of a dog sitting in the back, but I couldn’t pull myself away from how badly I had to wee. 45 minutes I had to endure in that groomers, 45 minutes that I was really, really, really starting to feel weigh down on me. The consequence for making the wrong fucking decision. I cursed not saying that we were already out of the car and then they could've just left me to my business.
As we drove through a small residential area it hit me like a ton of bricks, I wasn’t going to hold out much longer; I felt like I was going to burst right there and then, all over my friend’s seat. Her car may have been shitty, but it deserved better than my pale arse pissing all over it. My inner strength was failing, I could just sit with my muscles clenched forever, I starting to go weak around the waist as a fucking tsunami of desperation struck out at the tip of my weehole. I dug my hand between my legs, almost fondling myself to keep the wave of desperation from getting the better of me. “I’ve gotta piss like a fucking racehorse!” I rocked back and forth desperately in my seat, hoping those words would magically fix my problem.
“Alright, fine.” My friend pulled off from the main road, past a pub and down a small housing estate. “I’ll drive the long way, you can go for a wee in the fields.”
My lips quivered at the thought; she knew me so well. We’d been friends so long and embarked on so many hijinks together that she even knew my pissing preferences when I was about to soak my sweats. Of course she did, we’d done this a few weeks ago. That was entirely my own fault though, I was slightly drunk and being a frisky, lewd fuck, tested myself to see how much I could hold, and to see how much I could endure before I was grabbing myself, desperate and begging for her to pull up on the path for me to take a late night piss in a field.
I’m no stranger to pissing outside; when you’ve spent as many nights as I have out drinking you grow used the idea that anything is a toilet if you’re bold enough. Many a night have I had to make a stop to “water the grass” after downing anything with an alcohol content. And also, not that I’d tell my friend… or anybody, but peeing in a field is quite an exciting thrill for me. I just love that sweet moment of silence where all I can hear is my piss hitting the ground, the fresh country air, the humble almost naked surroundings, and of course, the sheer relief of emptying this pissbag I call a bladder, watering the ground with a nice warm stream of my own wee.
We got past the housing estate and out onto a country road that divided a small village from the town. I knew what was coming, a nice long wee in the grass. I just had to hold it in a little while longer, but I was past the point of subtlety now; My muscles were weak, almost quivering, I was tugging furiously at the knot on my sweats to undo them. Bastards were tight with the knot and I was past long the point of holding myself on sheer force of will. It was time to take matters, quite literally, into my own hands.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Beth protested as I got the knot undone. She probably thought I was just going to yank down my sweats and piss on the seat, which while I'd said I wouldn't, was growing more and more like a lovely thought. I wouldn't though, not willingly.
"Preparing!" With the knot undone, I shoved my hands between my legs with all the strength I could muster. "Ahh..." It felt much better with my hands down there, something physical to keep myself from pissing everywhere.
Beth pulled up along an old dirt path right beside a path leading up to a farm. There was a large dead tree looming over us and from here I could see a fair deal of the country. It was perfect... Well… It would’ve been perfect. Normally, country roads are quiet, even on sunny days, they’re the perfect place for a sly piss if I couldn’t hold it… But today was different, of all the days they were out it had to be today…
I grabbed myself as tightly as I could, fingers digging between my legs as I took in a sight straight from a nightmare, well, a nightmare you have when you really need to take a piss and that one simple task becomes suddenly impossible. It was the kind of thing that dealt a metaphorical, yet horrendous roundhouse to my bladder. Roadworks. Two large yellow trucks pulled up alongside each other as men in hi-viz jackets were drilling away at a section of road. No warning, no sign that roadworks were up ahead, no other areas currently being worked on, but the one place, the one nearby area where I could go, drop my sweats, and unleash a piss-fuelled Armageddon was occupied by bastards from the council.
“Oh you’ve got to be fucking joking.” I tried to play it off like it didn’t bother me. Outside, I was a cool composed machine. Inside, I was full of quivering muscles struggling to hold and far more piss than I ever wanted in my bladder. I sat crossed-legged in my seat, almost pushing my heels, as well as my hands, right up into my weehole. I can only imagine how I must’ve looked to Beth. Thankfully, she'd seen me in this horrid, dying state a bunch of times. It was our norm now.
“What’s the matter?” She’d taken her time to notice how hesitant I was to get out. From bursting, bouncing lass to shy timid girl in a matter of seconds.
“I’m not pissing here with those wankers over there.” I’m not graceful when I’m frustrated. At this point anybody denying me the piss I so desperately needed was an enemy of the state.
Beth looked at me like I was speaking straight up gibberish. “Fuck off!” She laughed. “They’re down there, they’re not gonna see you if you go for a slash.” She seemed to completely ignore that two of the workers were literally looking right at us. There was just a random fucking Volkswagen parked on a dirt path, we must’ve looked shady as fuck.
I feel like, as we had this exchange, that Beth maybe didn’t know me as well as I thought. Yeah I'm not shy about just yanking my trousers down and pissing when I'm around my friends, but when there's complete strangers nearby. I’m the kind of lass who runs the tap when she’s taking a dump if there’s somebody in the kitchen beside me. I’m surrounded by too many people who love talking about that stuff and I’m here not interested in talking about what comes out my arse. Anyway, there’s a point to me saying that; Imagine getting out, pulling down my sweats and knickers, revealing my fucking pale, bare arse and fanny to a bunch of council workers before squatting down by a giant oak and giving it a nice watering with my piss while their leering bastard eyes are in view of the whole transaction. Like, I was about to piss myself, but in my sober state I just froze up at the thought these pricks working on the road could get a nice view of me. Maybe if I was drunk it wouldn’t stop me, but topping myself up with more fluids was a big no at this point.
"Nope! They can fuck right off! I can't piss here." This would be the point where I'd tie up my sweats and just keep it cool. Not this time, they were staying undone. I tie them back up and there's no room for my hands and believe me, the way this was going, I needed my fucking hands down there; they were all that stood between complete dryness and an outright piss mania on this car seat.
“Well you’re not pissing in here!” I couldn’t tell if Beth was joking when she said this. She had a laugh on her face, but still the way she said it made it sound like she really was preparing for the worst. And fuck, I couldn’t blame her. All this prattling and thinking was just making me more desperate. Going back to that thing about seeing everything as a toilet, I’d ascended a level beyond that; I’d spent a good five minutes thinking about a nice little patch of field where I’d be pissing. All that thinking, fantasizing, just imagining the sheer relief set me into overdrive.
“Is there anywhere else nearby? Public toilets... fuck another field at this point, I don't care. You got a cup or something?" My desperation drove me into a tiny frenzy as I began frantically searching beneath the chairs for something to empty myself in. I found nothing, no Mcdonalds cup, no plastic bags, nothing. This scruffy car was fucking empty. I whimpered, and whimpered, and whimpered until it turned into frantic desperate mumblings for something to piss in.
“Ey! Ey! Ey! Calm the fuck down." Beth grabbed my arm to stop me from rooting around beneath the chairs. "There's the river further down the road and past the village. You can go for a wee there."
"Like fuck I can, I'm gonna be lucky if I can last another minute!"
Beth sighed. "We'll just have to go home then. That's the only thing I can think of unless you want to go knocking on doors?" She knew that's not what I wanted. "Just don't piss yourself in the next five minutes." She waited for me to settle back into my seat like I was a disobedient child. I couldn't exactly sit still in my seat, but I think my cross-legged, hands down knickers sitting style was good enough as she pulled away past the roadworks and up towards our town.
Thankfully, a motorway runs a good length of our route home. And fuck my life have I ever seen somebody go so fast. You'd think Beth herself was the one who was about to piss herself, the speed she was going. I was sat in the passenger seat, legs crossed so furiously my heels were digging against my crotch. My hands were exactly where they were two minutes ago, also furiously stuck against my weehole, holding back the flood I was so desperate to unleash. They were nearly digging into me, I could feel them, and I’m sure this was legally fingering myself at this point but I didn’t care, I needed to use everything I had to hold back the flood. I must’ve looked like I was in a fucking yoga position. I’m sure there’s a metaphor somewhere for inner-peace now that every part of my body was focused on one concise point: my fucking crotch.
Sadly, my ironclad will and hands of determined flesh were not enough. Something warm shot out from between my legs, spraying my hands. My eyes widened like they'd seen a murder, my face clenched into pure horror as a second larger spurt shot out and dampened not just my hands, but my knickers too. I was so caught up in the horror of it that I'd not noticed that that still wasn't the end. My whole hands were being covered in this warm fluid, spurt after spurt until finally it was just one long warm stream running down my hands. I could feel the stream pouring, no, fucking spraying, out between my legs.
Somebody was looking out for me as the road we were on was barren, and on both sides were long hedges overlooking a local rugby field. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" I'd lost all care that I'd be seen now, I had to get out and piss, I had to spare my best mates seat from being pissed on and I needed to spare my clothes any more damage. Beth pulled the car beside the rugby field and I wasted zero time hopping out, already pulling my sweats and knickers, which were fucking soaked in wee, down. All I could hear was splattering as piss streamed down my legs, running out onto the grass. It was like a yellow lake forming around me as tiny little warm rivers ran down my legs. I struggled, my knickers were already so damp they stuck to my crotch and my arsecheeks. At the very least I pulled them aside so I wouldn't be pissing into them. "Ah, Ah, Ahhhh~" The panic I was feeling turned to relief as I managed to hover my arse over the grass. The hissing turned to a noisy splattering as I began peeing into the dirt. My legs were so weak from holding that I had to steady myself by grasping the car door... which meant Beth saw everything; my glistening piss-soaked arse, my white knickers gleaming yellow with fresh, dripping piss and to top it off, the spray that was watering the grass beneath my arse was all just ripe for her virgin eyes to witness.
She looked away, but it didn’t seem to bother her so much. She just began giggling, laughing as my shitty fortune had, slightly, turned good. I’d found my piss filled pot at the end of the rainbow and oh boy let me tell you, even if I’d pissed a fucking ocean into my sweats first, holy fuck did this feel great, almost orgasmic. On such a nice day you could really feel the warmth against your naked skin and as bad as I knew it was, the silence meant all I could hear was my piss hitting the dirt with great force, matched up with the hissing between my legs. I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying it, any of it.
At last my well ran empty, the fat lady had sung, the rains had been blessed, I’d finally got what I wanted after a good long… I didn’t even know, time had just kind of melted away from my mind, being replaced with pain. And while some of it was still running down my legs, all warm and wet, I’d managed to avoid completely soaking myself. I can’t imagine what they would’ve looked like if I’d just kept pissing in them, I must’ve gone for a whole fifty seconds, imagine the state of my lower half if I’d just kept going in them; they were already damp and heavy, weighing down on me as they'd absorbed as much piss as they could. I lifted myself to my feet and looked down at the puddle I’d made soaking into the grass beneath me. I’d call it an achievement personally, I’d pissed so much the soil couldn't even hold it all, several small streaks ran down the side of the pavement and began pooling on the road.
“Feel better?” Beth asked.
I was panting, struggling to form a coherent sentence as the relief had overwhelmed me in ecstasy. “You… have… no… idea…” I managed to finally put that together between breaths. “How… good…” I just kept talking like I was on autopilot, “That… felt…" I could feel the smile I was giving her, lewd but happy.
I climbed back into the passenger like I’d just come back from an all day wank-a-thon, I was sweating, moaning, panting with relief, my mouth twisting between a shameful grimace and a relieving, overwhelming smile that felt like it hung from cheek to cheek. “Ha, ha, ha…” I had to sacrifice my N7 hoodie to sit back in the car; it acted like a towel to save Beth’s seats from getting stained from my wet arse. I don’t think I got too much on the seats, nothing some febreeze couldn’t get out. No, the major damage was now clinging to my arse and legs, not to mention my crotch… my pubes felt like a rainforest, warm and humid, my thighs and legs were sticky and all I could smell was piss. I settled into my seat, my arse squelching as I squirmed uncomfortably. Everytime I shuffled I just felt my arsecheeks pushing against my wet knickers. It was mostly silent for the drive home. I'd felt defeated, I'd suffered the worse of it, but I couldn't keep going, but after all that holding, the anticipation, I didn't mind how this ended at all. It was a pretty big turn-on actually. I had for the most time always wondered what enjoyment people got from holding their bladders to their breaking points and now, as I sat, dripping in my piss, I finally understood.
I think the ending is obvious; I got my freshly groomed dog home, and I know he was along for the whole journey, but I doubt anybody wants to hear about how my dog sat in the backseat of the car doing nothing with his life while his owner writhed and cringed in the front. I got my soggy knickers and sweats into the wash and hopped into the shower. Once I was out and dried, I was back at my PC watching game streams, back to doing fuck all with my own life until next time. Though still buzzing with the excitement, and some friskiness from my little situation earlier, I have some arrangements to make between myself and… a special item of mine.
So that's my story. Hope you enjoyed it, because believe me, I know I fucking did. Anyway, that's all from me.
Ta Rah, love Rose.
Edited May 30, 2018 by Clom
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Content note: desperation, mild leaking, outside peeing, very mild female/female dominance/submission, marijuana
Previously:
https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/41894-femalefemale-ds-a-day-in-the-life-of-na/
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It's a few years ago, winter. Before we started our full-time lifestyle, before the second washing machine came along. Mistress and I have been together for a year. She was my mistress from the very start, but it took a few months before we came out to each other about our particular interests, and we've been exploring them together.
We're cuddled up in bed, two layered duvets pulled tight against the cold air. This apartment will be a fixer-upper, we decided when we moved in together, and a fixer-upper it is: the windows rattle in the wind and cold drafts creep through the dark room.
It's late, but we're sleepily talking even though we should probably be asleep.
"Na?"
"Mm?" I nuzzle comfortably into her shoulder, enjoying the security of her arm wrapped around me, my pajama-clad legs sprawled across hers.
"Tell me a story."
"Don't know any stories," I mumble. I can feel her smiling.
"Something with pee in it."
"...I can probably do that."
I think for a bit. When we first came out to each other, we discussed how we'd gotten into the whole thing. What hadn't I told her? ...ah, yes.
"So...," I begin, trying to get the words in order in my brain. I'm a writer. It's important for a story to be told right.
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I first met Melissa in school, but we weren't close. I was the quiet nerdy one who spent her days tucked away in a corner of the playground reading, and she was one of the popular girls - loud, pretty, long-haired, experimenting with makeup and thinking about boys. I didn't think about boys much. I didn't think about her very much, either, although when we were assigned to be partners in class we always got on okay.
But then she turned up at my college a year after me.
I was studying journalism, my parents having told me that literature wasn't much of a career. My first year had mostly been spent in a dorm, by myself, figuring out how to live away from the family home. The course was fun, and I was enjoying the opportunity to write and research, but I'd continued my high school habit of not bothering to seek out close friendships.
Then at the start of the next year, I was in the college shop picking out stationery, stood up, turned around and bumped into this girl. I caught a flash of short tousled hair - purple! - and a surprised look on a tanned face.
"Oh god, sorry! I didn't realize you were..."
"Annabel?"
"Just Anna," I answered reflexively.
"Like, Annabel Smith Anna?"
I stared at her. I was a couple of hundred miles away from home, and so far I hadn't met anybody from my small town.
She stared back for a second or two, then laughed. "Oh yeah. I look a bit different now, I guess. Melissa Alment. I was in your chemistry class?"
"Melissa! ...yeah, you've changed a lot. What...," I said, struggling for words.
"I took a year out and travelled. I know it's a total cliche, but it really changed me. So ... what are you studying?"
The rest of the day was a blur of coffee and catching up, and the rest of the week followed.
We were in our local student bar, the two of us sitting in a comfortable booth, when she first said it. I didn't catch it at first because of the loud music - not something I usually liked, but Melissa had insisted, and I had found myself enjoying it - so I had to lean close.
"I need to wee so bad!" she said loudly in my ear. She raised her half-empty beer glass. "Goes straight to my bladder."
I blinked, then years of caution kicked in, preventing me from saying anything that would reveal my unusual interest in certain biological needs. "So go pee?"
"Nah, look at that queue!" She pointed at the far side of the dancefloor, and between the dancers - girls gyrating, guys awkwardly shuffling - I could just make out several people standing outside the womens' toilets. "I can hold it until the bathroom's free."
More chat. Half an hour later she left the table to go get more beers. She arrived back with two pint glasses, popping one down in front of me, and shuffled back into the booth.
"Can you believe there's still people waiting?," she said as she slurped her beer. If anything, the queue had gotten slightly larger. "I really, really have to go. I mean, I'm not making it any easier on myself," waving her beer in the air, "but it's nice beer and I don't wanna stop!"
Another half an hour of conversation, and she seemed to have forgotten the subject. I was starting to feel my bladder reaching its limit, too.
"Hey, do you smoke?"
I shook my head.
"What about smoking smoking?," she said with a smile.
I blushed. My parents had had a gentle talk with me before I left for college about the dangers that I'd face there: drinking too much, boys, drugs. I'd mostly ignored them, because they all seemed like the kind of thing I'd never even run across.
"Hey, come keep me company," she said, draining the last dregs of her pint and squeezing out from behind the booth table. Near the end, she winced. "Ooh. Bumped my bladder. Still need a wee!"
She wound her way through the crowd, past the line for the bathroom, and out the door. As I passed, I couldn't help notice that one of the women in the bathroom queue was unashamedly holding herself and bouncing up and down. I tried not to stare, and followed Melissa outside. She smiled at the bouncer, then walked quickly away, heading for the corner of the building some tens of yards away; I rushed to follow her.
Around the corner was a narrow, dimly-lit alley, cluttered with small dumpsters and garbage cans for the bar. As we walked in, I caught a faint waft of stale urine, and wrinkled my nose, but the breeze blew the smell away quickly. Melissa leaned against the wall near the corner, just out of view of the bouncers, and produced a mysterious plastic object from the pocket of her denim jacket.
"Anna... have you never been around people smoking weed before?" I realised I was probably staring.
"Um... no," I said quietly. "I mean, you knew me at school, right?"
She laughed. "Alright. This is a grinder for breaking it up." She split the plastic object in two, showing me an inside full of blunt circular teeth.
"'Scuse me." I watched, fascinated, as she hiked up her short red skirt, and tried to strike a balance between not staring at her plain black panties, versus not seeming like a prude and looking away.
"I keep my weed in here so I don't lose it if I get searched." A tiny pouch hung from a fabric belt under her skirt; she unzipped it and pulled out a tiny baggie filled with plant material. She pinched a small amount out of the bag, stuck it in the grinder, replaced the bag, smoothed down her skirt. The grinder split in half, the weed went in the grinder, she gave it a few twists, then opened it again - "Ta-da! Hold this for a sec."
She passed me the grinder and I held it gingerly as she rifled through her jacket pockets, producing what my parents would have called 'paraphenalia' - a lighter, rolling papers, a pouch of tobacco. I had a mental image of the look on my parents' faces if they saw me - not only being around drugs, but actually holding them!
"'Na, you look so shocked," she said with a wide grin. "It's really cute. Don't worry, I'm not going to force you to smoke any if you don't want to." She extracted a rolling paper, filled it with tobacco, took the grinder back, sprinkled its contents on top, rolled the paper up, licked the end, sealed it shut.
"And this, small town girl, is what we call a spliff." She stuck it between her lips and lit it, breathing out a cloud of fragrant smoke. It smelled surprisingly nice.
A few puffs later, she held it up, the ember on its end glowing dull in the dim light. "So... do you want to try some?"
I shook my head. "No thank you." I thought about it some more, then added, "Not right now, anyway."
"Okay," she said, "but can you hold this for a sec, then? I need to take care of something."
She pushed herself off the wall and handed me the spliff - surprisingly light and fragile-seeming. I held it delicately as she walked further into the alley; by instinct, I trailed along behind.
Melissa walked behind one of the dumpsters, with me in tow, then stopped and looked around. "That queue in there is serious," she said. "By the smell of it, I'm guessing this is where people end up going instead. Excuse me again."
It took me about a second to figure out what was going on, as Melissa pulled up her skirt and slid down her panties. I had just enough time to glimpse the outline of her body, dimly lit, before I unfroze, turned away, and stepped around the corner of the dumpster.
"Sorry!"
"Don't worry, I'm not shy about weeing in front of people." There was a pause, then a trickling noise which rapidly grew to a loud splashing. Out of the corner of my eye I could see rivulets of pee flowing across the alley. "I've had to wee in much more public places than this before! Ah god, that's better - I needed to go so bad."
The splashing slowed to a trickle again, then stopped; a pause, then the rustling of fabric. Melissa stepped out from behind the dumpster and gently took the joint out of my fingers. "Thanks, lovely."
I realized my own bladder was very full, too. I spent a few seconds debating whether I should go here, or brave the line inside, or maybe just try and hold on for the rest of the night. Normally I wouldn't have dreamt of peeing with somebody nearby, but I felt pleasantly relaxed from the beer and Melissa's company, plus she had already set a precedent...
My bladder decided for me, twinging hard. I pressed my legs together, and practically ran around behind the dumpster. I fumbled with the belt of my corduroy pants, cursing the decision to wear a fabric belt with a complicated sliding latch - the beer wasn't making this easier, either. My top button gave me similar trouble, and having to press against my tummy to undo it made the situation even worse.
I could feel my bladder start to relax, anticipating the release to come, and I clamped down hard to prevent an accident - a second too late. A little dribble of pee escaped, sudden warmth spreading across my crotch. Panicked, I yanked my trousers down and squatted. A second of unclenching then ... bliss.
Once I had finished enlarging Melissa's puddle from earlier, the rivulets crossing the alley had turned into wide stripes. I dug in my jeans pockets and realized I didn't have anything to wipe with. I was about to call out to Melissa to see if she had a tissue, before looking down and realizing that I'd just dampened my panties anyway, and a little more probably wouldn't make much difference. I pulled up panties and trousers, feeling a bit weird as the damp fabric touched my skin. Hopefully I wouldn't smell of pee.
By the time I emerged from behind the dumpster, Melissa was nearly finished her joint. She took one last drag, then stubbed it out and flicked the end into an open garbage can.
"All good?"
"Yup."
We started to return to the bar. As we walked out of the alley, she looked at me. "You're blushing like mad. What's up?"
Very conscious of my accident earlier, and emboldened by beer, I blurted out, "I didn't quite make it in time."
She giggled. "Oh dear. How bad?"
"Only a tiny bit."
"Oh, that's fine. I probably leaked more than that when I bumped the table earlier."
My cheeks felt like they were burning. I said nothing, and tried very hard not to think about her peeing through those black panties onto the booth seat, or about how damp those panties were under her skirt.
"And besides, with those black corduroys, you could full on wet yourself and nobody would notice."
She took my hand and led me back into the bar. It was probably good that she was in front of me, so my stunned expression wasn't quite so obvious.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur. The bathroom queue vanished, so we didn't need to resort to the alley again. Melissa even got me up on the dance floor, dancing happily while I shuffled around selfconsciously. I found myself admiring her curves as she swung her hips, and started to wonder if perhaps she was into girls. Probably not, my mind told me sternly. Hadn't she had a couple of boyfriends at school?
She walked me back to my dorm, both of us really quite merry. At the door, she gave me a long hug.
"I've had an awesome night."
"Me too," I replied. "Thanks for dragging me out."
"My pleasure!" Still hugging me, she turned her head and gave me a kiss on the cheek, her lips warm against my skin. I couldn't decide whether I should try and return it, and by the time I'd made up my mind, she had let me go and was starting to walk away.
"See you tomorrow lunchtime? Hope your hangover's not too bad!"
"Yep, I'll be around. Goodnight!"
Into dorm, into room, brush teeth, shower, rinse off dampened panties, into pajamas, into bed. I fell asleep almost instantly, and dreamed about kissing Melissa.
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"She wasn't into girls in the end," I say sleepily. "But we stayed best friends until the end of college, when she headed over to Europe to work. And more stuff did happen. Maybe I'll tell you about that some other night."
"Good story," mistress murmurs in my ear. "Thank you, Na."
She kisses my forehead, gently. "Goodnight, sweet thing. Sleep well."
"Goodnight, mistress." |
Here's a series of stories I was requested to write on fimfiction, and I was asked to put them here too. A My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fanfiction centering on the desperation aspect of omo rather than wetting, even though the latter is more my thing, the requestor prefers the former in this style. I'll start with the first one and post the next ones in the replies once enough time has gone by to not merge them.
Rarity's Desperation
At Carousel Boutique, Rarity got out of bed. There was nothing much to do today, so Rarity just sat at her breakfast table and drank a lot of tea, more than she'd usually drink in one day.
Rarity had just finished her 20th or so cup of tea when she heard a knock at the door, and answered it. Twilight Sparkle stood there, with Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy.
"Guess what Rarity?" said Twilight. "Princess Celestia has called us all to Canterlot to set up a big event where Princess Cadence and Shining Armor are coming over!"
So, at 8:00 AM, they took the train to Canterlot. As the train left, Rarity noticed that she had to pee, as a result of all the tea she had drank. She hadn't known she would go on a trip to Canterlot right away, or else she wouldn't have drank so much.
Rarity could use the bathroom on the train, but she didn't like using public bathrooms. She didn't know how many ponies used it, or if it was cleaned properly. It didn't feel nearly as clean as her own bathroom, or that of the house of one of her friends. She'd prefer to hold it until she got back, although she didn't know how long this would take. She didn't want her friends to notice her desperation, so she'd hide it as best she could.
Eventually they arrived at Canterlot, and ran to Canterlot Castle. Rarity ran nearly as fast as Rainbow Dash and Applejack, wanting to get this over with so she could get back to her bathroom. She was very uncomfortable at this point, but continued to hide it.
As Celestia told them what they needed to do to set her castle up for Cadence and Shining Armor's arrival, Rarity hardly focused on anything until her name was mentioned, trying to hold it in while hiding how desperate she was from the others.
Rarity forced herself to listen more intently as soon as she heard Celestia say her name.
"Rarity, Pinkie Pie, you will help decorate the main room for when they arrive. I know Rarity can make it spectacular, and Pinkie Pie knows how to set up a party."
"I won't let you down," said Rarity, trying to sound casual, though not succeeding very well. Pinkie Pie was a lot more enthusiastic.
So, Rarity started decorating the walls in her favorite designs. This was usually fun for her, but not so fun when she really needed to pee. As a result she didn't set up the banners and decorations as spectacularly as she would but it was still an adequate job.
Around noon, Twilight said "All right girls, you've all done a great job, and now it's time for lunch."
They went to a restaurant, where they each ordered the food they wanted. They were sitting very close to the restaurant's bathroom, but Rarity still thought it would be too filthy for her.
Rarity knew the preparations for Cadence and Shining Armor's arrival would take longer than she had anticipated, and this made her more uncomfortable. She began fidgeting slightly, crossing her legs under the table and hoping the others wouldn't see it.
After a few minutes waiting for their food to arrive, however, her friends couldn't help but notice her movements, and the look on her face. Applejack, who was sitting closest to Rarity, looked more closely at her and saw her legs were crossed.
"Rarity, if you gotta go to the bathroom, there's one right there," said Applejack.
Rarity blushed now that they knew she needed to go. "No, I can't."
"You should," said Twilight. "It wouldn't be good to hold it the entire time we're working, and there's still a lot to do. Now is the perfect time."
"I'm fine," said Rarity. "And I don't like using public bathrooms anyway."
"If you say so," said Twilight, though she didn't look very comfortable at how much Rarity was going to suffer in the following few hours.
At about 1:00, after they had finished their meal, they got back to work. As Rarity continued to decorate the room, her desperation increased. Hours went by, and Rarity had to pee really badly. She had never been so desperate in her life. She was sweating profusely and her desperation showed in her face, but she tried to not make any overt movements to show how badly she needed to pee, as there were other ponies around. Still, she couldn't help but fidget quite a bit, and occasionally put a hoof over her crotch or cross her legs.
"You know, there's a bathroom right there," said Twilight as she walked by Rarity and noticed how desperate she was despite her efforts. "Princess Cadence and Shining Armor don't come until tomorrow. We have all day."
"I'd listen to Twi," said Applejack. "Y'all look like ya can't hold it much longer."
"I'd really hate for you to, um, not be able to hold it," said Fluttershy quietly.
"I told you I'm fine," said Rarity, which was an outright lie, as she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it for. "Public bathrooms are too filthy."
"Well, if you'd rather risk wettin' yourself than use a public bathroom, go ahead," said Applejack, who at this point thought Rarity was being very stubborn.
Rarity blushed and bit her lower lip as she continued setting jewels on the banners she hung up.
More hours went by, and Rarity became more and more desperate. Pinkie Pie noticed and worked twice as hard so that Rarity wouldn't have to do as much.
By sunset, their work was done. The castle was ready for Cadence and Shining Armor's arrival. At this point, Rarity felt like she was about to burst, but felt a little better knowing she was going to be home soon.
They got on the train back to Ponyville. Rarity wasn't even trying to hide her desperation anymore, squirming in her seat with a pained look on her face. She could feel the pee sloshing inside her and knew she wouldn't last much longer.
"Hey Rarity," said Rainbow Dash with a mischievous smirk on her face. "You think we'll go by any waterfalls on the trip? Remember that waterfall we camped by once?"
Rarity started to feel even more desperate, squirming harder and tearing up.
"Or that fountain I went swimming around in? What about all those rivers, and rain, and..."
"Rainbow Dash, that's not funny!" said Twilight. "Would you like it if you were the one desperate?"
"Not really," said Rainbow Dash. She still did think it was funny, but knew she'd hate to pee herself in Rarity's position, even if she, like Rarity, wasn't wearing anything.
"Um... maybe you should use the bathroom on the train," said Fluttershy quietly. "That's what I'd do..."
Rarity just shook her head.
After what felt like hours to Rarity, they finally arrived at Ponyville. Rarity immediately ran to Carousel Boutique at a speed that would rival Rainbow Dash at her fastest run. There wasn't a second to spare, she could burst at any moment.
Rarity ran into her home, grabbed the bathroom door with her hoof, and pulled. To her dismay, it was locked. Sweetie Belle was inside. Rarity couldn't believe it. She was this close to finally finding relief and she had to wait for Sweetie Belle.
"Sweetie Belle! Hurry up in there!" Rarity hoped she didn't sound too mean, but she really couldn't hold it much longer. She knew she was seconds away from reaching her limit, and was soaked with sweat. This wouldn't be a problem, but if she peed here right outside the door...
At long last she heard the toilet flush, and Sweetie Belle casually walked outside. Rarity ran into the bathroom, closed the door, sat on the toilet, and began peeing.
She sighed in immense relief as she peed for just under a minute, splashing into the toilet. It felt so wonderful to finally let go after holding it for so long. Several times she thought she wasn't going to make it.
Her dislike for public bathrooms had nearly caused her a lot of humiliation, but she would never get over how filthy she thought they were. She'd just have to remember to drink less tea so early in the morning. |
@Melificentfan Thanks.
Part 2 coming now! I think this one's longer.
Twilight's Desperation
Princess Twilight Sparkle was usually busy all day long. Sometimes she'd schedule too much for a single day and freak out when she couldn't get through all of it in time, causing a lot of trouble.
Discord watched this happen yet again one day.
"I think I should teach her a lesson about giving herself time for what she needs to do," said Discord with a mischievous smirk...
...
On a night before a very busy day, Twilight was just finished planning the events when she heard a knock at the door, and opened it.
"Surprise!" said Discord, as he caused several streamers to go flying around the room.
"Discord?" said Twilight. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just thought I'd pay a visit to my favorite princess! Well, second favorite, after Celestia."
"Oh. Well, that's very thoughtful of you. I just finished planning for a very busy day tomorrow."
"Is that so?" said Discord, and he began singing a random song, all the while manipulating the area around them in his usual ways.
"That was very fun," said Twilight once Discord's song was over, "but I think I'd better go to bed now."
"Don't you wanna have teatime with me?" said Discord. "Me and Fluttershy do it all the time!"
"Well... I suppose," said Twilight.
Discord deliberately dragged teatime on for about an hour, by bringing out more tea and some sandwiches.
"I should really be getting to bed now," said Twilight.
"But we didn't get to play Pin the Tail on the Pony!" said Discord, taking Twilight's tail off.
"Wait, what?" As soon as Twilight realized her tail was missing, she began chasing after Discord.
"Oh, here you go." Discord zapped Twilight's tail back on her, and then took her wings and put them on his back. "I'm Princess Discord now!"
"Discord!" Twilight chased him again, and he gave her wings back. "Now, can I PLEASE go to bed?"
"One more thing!" Discord sucked Twilight into a Daring Do book, entering it with her, so that they experienced one of Daring Do's adventures, though if they touched anything other than ground it would go right through them, as they were unable to alter anything.
Once they were out, Twilight said "Can we do the next one?"
"Your wish is my command!"
After the original trilogy of books, Twilight said "This has been REALLY fun, but I have a busy day tomorrow so I should get some sleep."
"All right," said Discord, looking a little disappointed.
Twilight got into bed and looked at the clock. It was 2:00 AM. She tried hard to get some sleep, but was kept awake by loud sounds coming from the throne room. Sounds of crashing, and explosions, and what appeared to be a marching band. Eventually she couldn't take it any longer and stormed into the throne room.
"Discord, quit it!"
"I was just having a little fun."
"Well do it back at... wherever you live! I'm trying to sleep!"
"All right," said Discord, figuring now was late enough, and he didn't want to get her too angry. So, he disappeared in a flash of light.
Twilight got back into bed and got to sleep at 3:00 AM.
...
Twilight woke up to the sound of her alarm, and turned it off. With a long yawn, she got out of bed, very tired. She wanted to go back to sleep, but remembered today was a very busy day. So, reluctantly, she got out of bed and drank about 20 cups of coffee, at the end of which she was wide awake.
When the time came, Twilight and Spike boarded the train to Canterlot. In the middle of the train ride, Twilight realized she needed to pee because of all the coffee she drank. She ran to the train bathroom as fast as she could, but to her dismay she found it out of order.
Discord watched disguised as a bird flying beside the train, chuckling to himself, for it was he that put the "Out of Order" sign up.
Twilight reached Canterlot. First was a meeting with Celestia and Luna. Twilight was sure they would forgive her if she was a little late. She ran toward an outhouse, but it also had an "Out of Order" sign on it. So, she flew to Celestia's castle and entered the nearest bathroom to the door, but all the stalls were full. Twilight groaned and walked out the door.
As soon as Twilight was out, the "ponies" inside disappeared, and the doors swung open, for it was another of Discord's tricks.
Twilight raced to the room where her meeting with Celestia and Luna was, deciding to get this out of the way and then find another bathroom before the next thing she had to do.
They talked about upcoming events, such as a wedding in Canterlot, a sporting event, and something about dragons and changelings, as well as the arrival of delegates from Saddle Arabia. As the conversation went on, Twilight's attention shifted more to her bladder, which was starting to feel more pressure every minute.
Twilight tried hard not to move, for she wanted to hide her desperation. Spike had seen her enter the other bathroom but for all he knew she had been able to use the bathroom, not noticing that she had gotten out too fast for that.
Oh, I need to pee so bad, thought Twilight.
After about an hour, their conversation was over. Next Twilight had to go to a trading event, which would last an hour before Luna took her place. So she immediately ran to the nearest bathroom.
"Didn't you just go?" said Spike.
"Um... I need to check if I combed my hair," said Twilight.
She found a bathroom and entered it. She could almost feel the relief right now.
Until she saw that all the stalls had "Out of Order" signs on them.
"AAAAAGH!"
Twilight ran out and rejoined Spike. "Yep, my mane's perfectly combed. Let's... get to the Traders' Exchange."
They boarded the train again. Twilight glanced in the direction of the bathroom door. The "Out of Order" sign was still up.
Actually, it had been re-placed by Discord.
Twilight sat still for the entire train ride, with great difficulty, as she could feel the pressure grow heavier each minute.
They reached Rainbow Falls, and while Spike traded something for a comic, Twilight stood at the podium, there to settle whenever a pony thought a trade was unfair.
As usual, no ponies came complaining to her, because they were usually satisfied with the trade. So, Twilight was sure she could allow herself a bathroom break now, for she really needed to go.
She ran toward an outhouse, but it had an "Out of Order" sign on it. There were a few outhouses in the area, so Twilight ran to each of them, but each had the sign on it. Twilight was becoming more nervous. This was getting serious. Why was every bathroom she tried unavailable?
Discord watched Twilight, greatly enjoying the entertainment. He made all the "Out of Order" signs disappear as soon as they were out of Twilight's sight. It was all part of his plan to "teach Twilight to take care of herself", which was only his excuse because he thought it was really fun to watch Twilight hold it desperately.
Twilight stood at her position for 45 more minutes, sweating a little and trying hard not to cross her legs. She had reached a level of desperation she never knew existed, and couldn't believe she had held it for this long.
Hoping the outhouses were back in order, Twilight ran to check them again, and Discord quickly re-posted the "Out of Order" signs. A pony was inside one of them at the time, and left the outhouse mere seconds after Twilight ran.
At long last, Princess Luna arrived, and took over while Twilight boarded the train to ride it back to Ponyville, for her next event was lunch with her friends.
Twilight crossed her legs on the train ride, noticing the bathroom was still "Out of order". Spike noticed, but dismissed it at first.
They reached Ponyville, and met with Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie at a restaurant.
"How did the morning go?" said Fluttershy, for it was about noon now.
"It was... really great!" said Twilight, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. "I should probably wash my hooves before eating though."
She ran into the restaurant's bathroom. All the stalls were taken except one. Feeling relieved already, Twilight ran into the stall, only to find it clogged with an entire roll of toilet paper. Twilight knew she wouldn't be able to flush without overflowing the toilet. She considered using the toilet anyway without flushing, but then her pee would be there for whoever was fixing the toilet to see.
Feeling extremely uncomfortable now that relief had been snatched away from right in front of her, Twilight left the bathroom. Discord appeared and snapped his fingers, causing the toilet paper in the toilet, as well as the illusion of other ponies in the stalls, to disappear.
Twilight sat down at the restaurant table, crossing her legs and hoping no one could see it. She hid her desperation well as she ordered her food, but while waiting for the food to get there, she fidgeted a bit, sweating a little.
"Are you all right Twilight?" said Spike.
"Of course!" said Twilight, not sounding entirely convincing. "Why wouldn't I be?"
After lunch, which took another hour, Twilight's next item on the agenda was to smile and wave at delegates from Saddle Arabia, back at Canterlot. So, she and Spike boarded the train, Twilight again disappointed to see the train bathroom was still "out of order".
Twilight had to pee really badly, and started fidgeting a little harder than at the restaurant, sweating more and with an uncomfortable look on her face.
"Twilight, are you sure you're all right?" said Spike, who was now worried about her.
"I..." Twilight knew there was no hiding her desperation from Spike at this point. "I really need to go to the bathroom."
"Why are you holding it so long?"
"I haven't had the chance to go yet! Every bathroom's been out of order, or full!"
"Are you gonna be all right?"
"I'll be fine. First chance I get I'll use a bathroom without a doubt."
Upon reaching Canterlot, Twilight ran to the nearest outhouse, but to her dismay many ponies were in line. Each pony took about a minute, and Twilight became increasingly desperate as the line slowly progressed. By the time there were about four ponies in front of her, Twilight realized she would be late for the big event, and ran out of the line.
Spike was riding on her back the entire time. "Really? You couldn't wait for just four more ponies?"
"I don't wanna be late," said Twilight.
"They're not gonna miss anything! All you have to do is smile and wave, remember?"
"Celestia wouldn't have asked me to if it wasn't important!"
As soon as Twilight and Spike were out of sight, Discord snapped his fingers, and the ponies in line - again illusions - vanished.
Twilight stood on a balcony as the delegates from Saddle Arabia arrived. She smiled and waved at them, which took a great deal of effort in her current state.
Next she was attending a Wonderbolt show in Manehattan, which Rainbow Dash was a part of. As she got on the train, she groaned loudly when she saw the "Out of Order" sign was still on the bathroom, unbeknownst to her having been conjured yet again by Discord, who only had the signs up when she was in view, as his little trick was for her and no one else.
The nearest bathroom to the Wonderbolt arena had a big lineup of ponies waiting to see the show.
"Are you gonna stand in the whole lineup this time?" said Spike.
"I could miss the start of the show," said Twilight. "I have to pee so bad!"
She stood in line for minutes, frantically doing the pee dance as the line progressed very slowly. Twilight could feel her desperation increase and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it.
When it was finally Twilight's turn, she saw an "Out of Order" sign on the toilet. She didn't stop to think how it got there when no ponies had gone in after the pony in front of her.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Twilight ran out of the outhouse and flew over to the arena where the Wonderbolts were going to perform. She paused midway to go back for Spike, and upon reaching the arena, sat down and fidgeted harder than ever, sweating profusely and with a pained look on her face. Some of the ponies laughed at seeing Twilight in this position. For some reason they were more at ease making fun of Princess Twilight than Princess Celestia. Twilight didn't notice, however, as all she was paying attention to was how badly she needed to pee.
The Wonderbolts did their show, and Twilight waved in Rainbow Dash's direction at one point, but for the rest of it she didn't even pay attention, as her need to pee was too great.
"What's next?" said Twilight once the show was over.
"Next you had to check the dam to make sure it's not gonna burst," said Spike.
Twilight cringed. The dam would be very close to water.
After another uncomfortable train ride to Ponyville, Twilight flew over to the dam. The sight of the water nearly made her lose it there. She almost considered going for a swim and peeing in the water, but she was disgusted at the thought of it.
Twilight examined the dam for about ten minutes, painfully trying to keep an eye out for any sign of cracks or weakness while simultaneously holding it in.
After coming to the conclusion that the dam was in perfect condition, Twilight flew into the nearby outhouse, but for some reason it didn't have a toilet! What kind of ponies made this outhouse? Frustrated and desperate beyond belief, Twilight ran out.
"I take it you couldn't go?" said Spike.
"I don't know what was up with that outhouse," said Twilight. "What's next?" She had a hard time focusing with how desperate she was.
"Next you're going on a flight with Princess Ember," said Spike.
Twilight moaned. She wasn't sure she could hold it for this flight.
Ember had already been in Ponyville so the arrangement was to meet up at Twilight's castle. Twilight hoped she would have time to use the bathroom before Ember got here, but as soon as she reached her castle, she found Ember standing at the door.
Spike got off Twilight to greet Ember.
"Well, I see you two probably have some catching up to do, so, I'll be back in a minute!" said Twilight, and she ran into her castle.
She ran to the nearest bathroom, but it was locked. She knocked on the door.
"In a minute," came Pinkie Pie's voice. "Oh no! I think I clogged up the toilet!"
Twilight ran to the next nearest bathroom, but it was also locked. Twilight could hear the sound of a shower going on. Why was whoever it was - Starlight maybe? - locking the door for a shower? It wasn't as though ponies ever wore clothes, and they saw each other take baths all the time!
At this point, Twilight realized she would be late for her flight with Ember. Letting out another frustrated cry, she ran back outside.
Discord unlocked the bathroom doors and turned the shower in the second bathroom off. Of course he had also imitated Pinkie Pie's voice, and Starlight was hanging out with Trixie.
Twilight and Ember went on their flight, with Ember giving Spike a ride, much to Twilight's relief, as having to give him a ride put more pressure on her.
Ember talked about how things were going in the dragon kingdom, while Twilight put a lot of effort into holding it in, barely registering anything the dragon lord said.
"So, what about you?" said Ember. "How's things in Ponyville?"
"They're... really great!" said Twilight, who was now dripping with sweat. "Really fun and peaceful, and full of friendship and stuff!"
"Are you all right Twilight?" said Ember. "Why are your legs crossed?"
"She really has to..." began Spike.
"Quiet, Spike!" said Twilight, a little louder than she meant it.
Twilight somehow held it in the entire flight, and Ember didn't comment on Twilight's desperation, although she was sure she must have suspected something. After they said their goodbyes, Twilight asked Spike what was next.
"One last thing - dinner with the griffons!"
Twilight hoped the train bathroom would be fixed on the way to Griffonstone, but that damn sign was still up there! She fidgeted harder than ever, her legs crossed tight.
As soon as they reached Griffonstone, Twilight raced to the nearest outhouse, but it had an Out of Order sign on it. She ran to another one, but it had several ponies in a lineup. Twilight didn't stop to think why the only ponies here besides her were in line for the bathroom, but ran to the restaurant where they were having dinner.
Several griffons sat at a table, Gilda and Grandpa Gruff among them. After taking her seat at the table, Twilight ran to the bathroom, but all the stalls were out of order. Feeling frustrated and more desperate than ever, she ran back to the table and fidgeted the entire time.
"Are you all right, Princess Twilight?" said Gilda.
"I REALLY need to pee!" said Twilight, not bothering to hide it anymore.
"What was wrong with the bathroom?" said Grandpa Gruff.
"All the stalls were out of order! AGAIN! I'll just have to hold it... if I can!"
After what seemed like forever, their meal came. Twilight wolfed it down as fast as she could, and resumed squirming vigorously with her legs crossed.
Once the bill was paid by Grandpa Gruff, Twilight ran back to the train as fast as she could, Spike having to hold onto her to keep from falling off. She checked the train bathroom again, and wasn't surprised to see the sign was still up.
It was sunset when they reached Ponyville, and Twilight flew as fast as she could back to her castle, hoping all the bathrooms would be empty this time.
She ran to the nearest bathroom, but saw Discord enter with a newspaper and close the door just as she was about to reach it.
Twilight was in no mood to run to the next bathroom. She was about to burst. She banged on the door.
"Hurry up! I can't hold on much longer!" She meant it. She knew she was about to reach her limit, and held in her pee with all her effort.
She did the pee dance frantically as her desperation grew. Then, the pressure reached a point where she felt she couldn't hold it in anymore. She was seconds away from peeing herself. To whatever extent, as she wasn't wearing anything.
Discord sensed that Twilight couldn't hold it any longer, so he opened the door and walked outside. Twilight immediately ran into the bathroom, closing the door but forgetting to lock it, sat on the toilet, and finally let go.
"Ahhhhhhhhh", she sighed in immense relief as her pee splashed into the toilet. She could not believe she had held it the whole day.
After just over two minutes, Twilight finished peeing, and flushed the toilet. She walked outside just as Spike reached the door. He could tell from the look on her face that she had finally found relief.
"How was your busy day?" said Discord.
"It was awful!" said Twilight. "I really needed to go to the bathroom, but all the bathrooms were either full, out of order, or had a big lineup!"
"Oh, that's too bad," said Discord. "Well, hopefully you learned to give yourself time for what you need to do!"
"I... guess," said Twilight. All she felt was relief after holding it in so long, and that she made it. |
Part 3 now
Fluttershy's Desperation
Fluttershy was always too shy to tell anyone when she needed to use the bathroom. Sometimes this would cause a lot of trouble for her, causing to her to hold for long stretches of time, but she always made it every time. But, one day she would have the longest hold of her life.
After a busy day of taking care of animals, Fluttershy was on her way to the Crystal Empire with Twilight Sparkle, for Twilight wanted to visit with Shining Armor and Princess Cadence, and Fluttershy wanted to go to the petting zoo.
Arriving at the Crystal Empire, Fluttershy and Twilight entered the library, where Twilight began looking at all the books, occasionally picking out a few to read. Fluttershy found a book about animals and began reading it.
Until she felt the urge to pee. She realized she had not gone to the bathroom all day, not even for her morning pee.
Since Twilight was too distracted reading books to see what Fluttershy was doing, Fluttershy thought she could use the library's bathroom without making a fuss.
Except for one thing. She didn't know where the bathroom was.
She could feel her bladder slowly filling up, so she walked up to the librarian. "Um... excuse me."
"Yes?" said the librarian.
"Do you know where I can find... um..."
"Where you can find what?"
"...a book about Breezies?"
"You'll find one on that shelf over there."
Fluttershy walked over to the shelf, still needing to pee. She had chickened out. She was too shy to ask where the bathroom was.
She read the Breezies book so as to not be suspicious, but focused more on how much she needed to pee, eventually putting the book back on the shelf.
Once Twilight had finished reading the books here, she and Fluttershy met up, and they went to Shining Armor and Cadence's castle.
As Twilight was talking with Shining Armor and Cadence, Fluttershy looked over at a bathroom that was in this room. She tiptoed over to the bathroom. The pressure in her bladder was growing each minute, but she was finally about to find relief.
When she tried to open the door, she found that it was locked. Of all the bathrooms in the castle, this one required a key. Who designed this castle?
All she had to do was ask Shining Armor or Cadence for the key, but again, she was too shy to do so. She decided to find another bathroom in the castle that didn't require a key. She walked through the halls, and eventually found a bathroom. She turned the handle of the door and started to open it.
Then she heard a familiar sound. She turned around to see a small bird on the ground. It chirped a bit at her.
"Oh, you poor creature," she said. "Your wing is broken? I'll help you find your nest."
Fluttershy picked up the bird in both hooves and flew around the castle in search of the bird's nest. She still needed to pee, and had been seconds away from relief, but she couldn't turn her back on an animal in need.
After a few uncomfortable minutes of searching, she found the bird's nest somewhere on a balcony of the castle, and made her way back to the bathroom, only to run into Twilight.
"Well, Shining Armor and Cadence have got some stuff to do now, so it's time to go back to Ponyville."
"Sounds good," said Fluttershy, though she didn't think so. She wanted to tell Twilight to wait so she could use the bathroom she had found... but she was still too shy to say it.
They boarded the train back to Ponyville. Fluttershy considered using the train bathroom. She was too shy to tell Twilight this, but her need to pee became greater and greater. She decided to use the train bathroom, and stood up.
"Where are you going?" said Twilight.
"Nowhere," said Fluttershy, sitting down, still too shy to tell Twilight she needed to go to the bathroom.
She held it in for the entire trip, concealing her desperation from Twilight.
As soon as they arrived at Ponyville, Fluttershy ran toward her cottage as fast as she could, but bumped into Rainbow Dash. She almost lost it there but held it in.
"Hey Fluttershy," said Rainbow Dash. "Ready to go to Baltimare?"
Fluttershy had forgotten she and Rainbow Dash were going to watch a show at Baltimare. "When does the train leave?"
"We're flying this time," said Rainbow Dash. "Our wings could use the exercise!"
Fluttershy wanted to ask if the could use the bathroom before they left, but again, she was too shy to say so. So, she and Rainbow Dash flew towards Baltimare. Fluttershy needed to pee badly at this point. She could always ask Rainbow Dash to stop so she could use the bathroom, but she was still unable to.
"Stop!" said Rainbow Dash about halfway through the flight, and she touched down on the ground right next to an outhouse.
"What is it?" said Fluttershy as she reached the ground.
"I have to go to the bathroom real bad!" said Rainbow Dash. "Wait here for a second." Rainbow Dash ran into the outhouse. Fluttershy did the pee dance outside the outhouse, waiting for her to come out. After about a minute, Rainbow Dash emerged. "Do you need the bathroom too?"
"No," said Fluttershy, which was an outright lie, for she really needed to go, but was too shy to tell Rainbow Dash.
"Then let's go!" said Rainbow Dash, and they took off again.
They reached Baltimare, and watched the show. Fluttershy squirmed in her seat for all of it, unable to keep still. Rainbow Dash was too focused on the show to notice. Fluttershy considered sneaking off to the bathroom, but she didn't want Rainbow Dash to feel like she was walking out on her, or to say why she was leaving. So she crossed her legs and held it in.
After an hour, which felt like ten hours to Fluttershy, the show was over, and she and Rainbow Dash flew back to Ponyville. Fluttershy wasn't sure she could hold it for the flight, but she did, though she had both hooves on her crotch the entire time.
Fluttershy ran toward her cottage again, but then caught sight of a clock. It was almost time for her to go to a fashion show with Rarity at Manehattan. Fluttershy ran to the train station, hoping to use the bathroom there before Rarity got there. However, as soon as she got to the station, Rarity was already there.
"Thank goodness," said Rarity. "I almost thought you weren't going to show."
Why did she have to plan these trips with Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity on the same day? At least she didn't have anything else planned today. She let out a small squeak as she felt the need to pee grow greater, but she hid signs of desperation from Rarity.
"I need to use the little filly's room," said Rarity. "I'll be right back." She ran into the station bathroom. Fluttershy decided she'd find some excuse and use the bathroom as soon as Rarity was out.
However, just as Rarity came out of the bathroom, the train arrived. Fluttershy didn't want Rarity to be late for the fashion show, so without saying anything, she walked onto the train with her.
Fluttershy sat still for the entire trip, in desperate need of a bathroom. She avoided crossing her legs or fidgeting with great difficulty, because she didn't want Rarity to know how badly she needed to go. She didn't want to use the bathroom on the train, because she was too shy to say it, and if she stood up, Rarity would probably ask where she was going, and she didn't want to tell her. She tried to think of some excuse, but she couldn't.
As Fluttershy became even more desperate, she worried about how the fashion show was going to go. She would be trying on one of Rarity's outfits. She wouldn't be the only pony in the fashion show, but if she peed in Rarity's outfit, she'd not only be humiliated onstage, but ruin Rarity's fashion show, and one of her outfits.
As they arrived in Manehattan, Rarity said "Quickly! We must not be late!"
They ran to the building where the fashion show was taking place. Fluttershy was wearing a dress that Rarity designed, which was a relief because it would be easy to take on and off, and would not be damaged if she lost control. Still, she did not want to pee anywhere other than a toilet.
She stood on the stage, feeling nervous about the ponies looking at her. If she peed right here, it would still make a big puddle and all the ponies would see. She crossed her legs, which could not be seen under her dress, feeling the throbbing of her bladder as its pressure grew heavier. She was so nervous that she almost lost it, but she barely managed to hold it in.
After what seemed like hours, Rarity was presented with her trophy, and Fluttershy removed the dress and ran to the nearest bathroom. However, there was a line for it. Fluttershy waited as long as she could, but when she saw Rarity walking around, no doubt in search of her, she ran over to her.
"Congratulations on winning the fashion show Rarity," said Fluttershy, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice, not entirely successfully.
"Are you feeling all right, Fluttershy?" said Rarity, looking a little concerned.
"I'm feeling just fine," said Fluttershy, which of course was not true.
"Then let's go back to Ponyville!" said Rarity.
As they got to the train station, the train hadn't arrived yet.
"Um... Rarity... there's something I'd like to do. I'll be right back."
"All right, darling. The train gets here in three minutes."
Fluttershy ran toward the train station bathroom and entered it. This was a bathroom with three stalls, but to her dismay they were all taken. Fluttershy frantically did the pee dance, now that no one could see her. She needed to pee so badly and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it.
She was sure two minutes had gone by when she heard one of the toilets flush. With how much she was holding in she couldn't possibly use the toilet and then return to Rarity in just one minute. So, very reluctantly, she ran back over to Rarity.
The train arrived, and Fluttershy and Rarity got onto the train. Fluttershy was more desperate than she had ever been in her life. She couldn't hold it much longer. There was no hiding her desperation this time. She crossed her legs and fidgeted, biting her lower lip.
Naturally, this did not go unnoticed by Rarity. "Fluttershy, darling, if you need to use the bathroom, you should just say so."
Fluttershy blushed.
"You can use the bathroom on this train."
Feeling a little relieved, Fluttershy ran over to the train bathroom, but to her horror it had an "Out of Order" sign on it.
"No..." Fluttershy whimpered. She returned to Rarity and sat beside her.
"Are you feeling better, Fluttershy?" said Rarity.
Fluttershy shook her head. "It's out of order..."
"I hope you can hold it until we get to Ponyville," said Rarity.
Fluttershy became more desperate with each minute, squirming hard and feeling the pee slosh around inside her.
After what seemed like an eternity, they reached Ponyville. It was around sunset at this time. Fluttershy ran toward her cottage as fast as she could. This time she was going to get to her bathroom and find much-needed relief!
"Fluttershy!" came a familiar voice.
Fluttershy turned around to see Applejack running up to her.
"I'm so glad you're here," said Applejack. "Some varmint rabbits are stealin' my apples! Can you go talk some sense into them?"
Fluttershy didn't want to. She wanted to run into her cottage and get to her bathroom. She wanted to tell Applejack this, but she was too shy to say it to her, even after Rarity had noticed her desperation. She nodded her head, her eyes tearing up.
Applejack led Fluttershy to the rabbits, who stuck their tongues out at Applejack.
"SHAME ON YOU!" said Fluttershy. "Stealing Applejack's apples! Return them AT ONCE and don't let me EVER CATCH YOU DOING THAT AGAIN!"
The rabbits quickly set the apples down and ran. Fluttershy felt a little bad about yelling at them. She'd usually try to ask nicely first, but she needed to pee so badly she was in no mood to put up with the rabbits' antics. She'd have to apologize to them for being so harsh once she had finally relieved herself.
"Wow, that was... effective," said Applejack, taken aback a bit by Fluttershy's rage. "Thanks, Fluttershy. Ah don't think they'll be stealin' my apples ever again."
Fluttershy felt a bit better knowing she had definitely helped Applejack. "I'd better get home now."
Applejack nodded, and Fluttershy ran as fast as Rainbow Dash toward her cottage. She knew she was about to burst, and she couldn't spare another second.
She reached her cottage and ran toward her bathroom as fast as she could. The pressure was at its heaviest and she knew she had reached her limit. She ran into the bathroom, closed the door behind her, sat on the toilet, and finally let go.
She let out a very satisfied sigh of relief as her pee splashed into the toilet. The relief felt absolutely delicious. She could not believe she had held it for almost a full day. There had been many times where she thought she wasn't going to make it, and she was very relieved that she had. She could not imagine how humiliating it would be to wet herself, even if she wasn't wearing anything.
After about a minute and 40 seconds, Fluttershy finished peeing. Immensely relieved that her bladder was now empty after holding it in for so long, she flushed the toilet and decided to go relax with her pets.
If only she could get over her bladder shyness, she could save a lot of trouble. |
Thanks for reminding me I was putting these here, I got sidetracked and forgot. (Yeah, this isn't really my style, with a.) Them not wearing anything, and b.) Desperation with no wetting, but they were requested on fimfiction and only I was willing to answer his requests. So, here's Part 4!
Rainbow Dash and Applejack's Desperation
Rainbow Dash and Applejack finished a day of competitive sports. Exhausted, hot, and sweaty, they decided to cool down by drinking some cider at Sweet Apple Acres.
They talked for a while, until, on their fourth cider...
"I have to pee," said Rainbow Dash. "I've been holding it for a while."
Rainbow Dash ran into the nearest bathroom on the farm. After about half a minute, she came back out.
"Much better! Hey, remember that time Rarity held her pee all day? That was something I didn't expect to see RARITY do, and I have to admit, it was really fun teasing her about it, with all the waterfalls!"
"That reminds me," said Applejack. "One time ah talked with Spike, and he said that Twilight also had to hold it all day cause she never had the chance to get to a bathroom."
"Oh, I heard about that from Gilda! She said she saw Twilight pretty desperate when they were having dinner together at Griffonstone!"
"And once ah called Fluttershy to help with some animals, and she looked really impatient. Ah didn't say anythin' cause ah didn't wanna make her uncomfortable, but ah noticed she was really desperate to pee."
"So all three of them had to hold it for a really long time."
"Ah wonder which of the six of us could last the longest?"
"Totally me!" Rainbow Dash bragged. "I would obviously be the one who could hold it longer than any of you!"
"You might be able to hold it longer than Pinkie Pie, and MAYBE the other three, but not me! Most mares in the Apple Family have bladders of steel, and ah'm no exception!"
"Oh yeah? Then prove it! Let's have a competition tomorrow! We'll both drink lots of cider in the morning, and then hold it all day to see who can hold it longer!"
"Ah accept. And ah know ah'm gonna win!"
They spit on their hooves and did a hoof bump.
...
The next day, Rainbow Dash and Applejack met up at Sweet Apple Acres before sunrise. At 6:00 AM, they drank as much cider as they could, until neither could drink anymore. Rainbow Dash still wanted to win, but either way she loved getting the chance to drink so much cider.
Not long after sunrise, Rainbow Dash and Applejack already needed to pee. They both hid this from the other, not wanting to show any weakness so early in.
"Let's stay together the entire day to make sure neither of us uses the bathroom," said Applejack.
"Fine with me!" said Rainbow Dash.
They stood still for a long time, neither showing any sign of desperation.
"7:00! It's been one hour." Rainbow Dash sat down because standing was getting tiring. Applejack did the same, though they sat still, keeping track of the time so they knew how long they were holding it for.
Around 8:00, they began pacing around Sweet Apple Acres, though still showing no signs of how much they needed to go.
Finally, at about 9:00 AM, Applejack had her back legs really tight together. Rainbow Dash made sure Applejack was looking the other way, and crossed her legs tight, uncrossing them as soon as she was looking in her direction again.
Over the next hour, their need to pee increased, and they had a harder time concealing it, crossing their legs at every opportunity.
"10:00," said Applejack. "Let's go to Ponyville."
They walked into Ponyville, trying not to look desperate in front of the other ponies. Over the next two hours they walked through Ponyville, doing a few activities they planned to do today, all the while becoming more desperate. None of the ponies noticed their desperation.
After two hours, which seemed like two days to the desperate mares, they returned to Sweet Apple Acres and had lunch together, eating apples and hay burgers.
"Well, it's been six hours," said Rainbow Dash. "And I know I'm gonna win. UHHH!" She crossed her legs tightly.
"You were sayin'?" said Applejack. A twinge in her own bladder made her cross her legs tightly.
They ate their food rather rushed. Rainbow Dash could not keep herself from fidgeting when she was halfway done, and after about a minute, Applejack started fidgeting too.
Eventually, they finished, and as they walked back to Ponyville, holding their legs tightly together, Pinkie Pie suddenly ran right in front of them. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were startled and almost lost it there.
"Hey Rainbow Dash! Hey Applejack! Wanna come to a super super fun random party with me?"
"Sure," said Rainbow Dash nervously. "We'd love to!"
They ran to Sugarcube Corner at top speed. A few of the background ponies were there as well, and Pinkie began the party.
"Too bad none of the others could come," said Pinkie.
"Feel like usin' the bathroom here?" said Applejack quietly to Rainbow Dash.
"Not even a little bit!" said Rainbow Dash, but she was crossing her legs tightly.
They tried to hide their desperation and enjoy the party, though Applejack nearly lost it when she tripped and fell on Pin the Tail on the Pony, and Rainbow Dash was even more uncomfortable bobbing for apples, due to the water.
"Hey, are you two all right?" said Pinkie Pie. "You look really antsy about something."
"We're fine," said Rainbow Dash, sweating a bit.
At about 1:30, the party ended, and Rainbow Dash and Applejack ran back to Sweet Apple Acres, and sat down for a moment.
"What's the matter Rainbow, you can't hold it much longer?" said Applejack as Rainbow Dash was crossing her legs tightly and fidgeting a lot.
"Of course I can!" said Rainbow Dash. "In fact, I could even drink more cider and still beat you!" She drank two more mugs of cider, and looked at Applejack, who was crossing her legs very tightly and biting her lower lip. "What about you, AJ? Can you hold it long enough with a bit of extra cider?"
"Of course I can!" Applejack drank two more mugs of cider as well.
After about ten minutes, Rainbow Dash and Applejack could see each other getting more desperate, unable to hide it anymore. So, Rainbow Dash grabbed another cider and chugged it down. Looking a little nervous for a split second, Applejack did the same.
"It's almost 2:00!" said Rainbow Dash. "That means we held it for..." She paused to cross her legs tighter when she felt another twinge in her bladder. "Almost eight hours!"
"2:00?" said Applejack. "We were gonna try on outfits for Rarity at 2:00!"
They raced to Carousel Boutique, arriving at about 1:55.
"You're a bit early, but that's fine by me!" said Rarity, and she showed them each five new outfits they would be trying on.
"Ah can't wait," said Applejack, sounding more nervous and crossing her legs tight.
"Applejack, I thought you were all right with this."
"Ah am," said Applejack, pretending to be cheerful.
"Can we hurry this up?" said Rainbow Dash, who was fidgeting hard.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" said Rarity, beginning to understand Applejack's initial reaction.
"No," said Rainbow Dash, crossing her legs and sweating.
"If you have to go, you can use the bathroom right here," said Rarity.
"We can hold it," said Applejack.
"You'd better," said Rarity. "I will be very miffed if you... go... in one of these outfits."
The first two outfits were dresses, like the ones they wore to the gala. These were easy to put on and take off, and plus, it would be hard for them to get wet if either of them lost it.
The next outfits were sparkly jumpsuits, but not too tight. Both were white, with blue sparkles for Rainbow Dash and orange sparkles for Applejack.
The next ones were skintight sparkly jumpsuits, which were torture for Applejack and Rainbow Dash to put on. Applejack's was dark red, Rainbow Dash's was dark blue. The tightness put some extra pressure on their bladders, and they crossed their legs very tight.
"Aw, you look so cute," said Rarity. "But don't wet those outfits!" she said in a more stern voice.
Rainbow Dash and Rarity were relieved to change out of these outfits. The last ones were sports outfits, consisting of T-shirts and skintight compression shorts - Moderate shade of blue T-shirt and dark blue shorts for Rainbow Dash, yellow T-shirt and red shorts for Applejack. These were even tighter on them than the previous ones and they both crossed their legs, fidgeting hard.
Rarity giggled for a bit. "You look smashing!"
"Is it over now?" said Rainbow Dash.
Rarity remembered the time Rainbow Dash had teased her when she had needed to go. "Applejack, you're good to go. Rainbow Dash, stand for another five minutes so I can make sure I fashioned them exactly to my liking."
"But what if I have an accident?"
"I shouldn't have been so fussy. It IS your outfit now, after all."
Rainbow Dash crossed her legs tight and fidgeted, biting her lower lip, while Rarity walked around her, examining every inch of her outfit.
"Everything's perfect!" said Rarity after the five minutes, slapping Rainbow's butt. Rainbow squealed and nearly lost it there, but she managed to hold it in.
Rainbow Dash quickly pulled her outfit off, then she and Applejack ran to Sweet Apple Acres with their new outfits.
"I'll leave mine here for now," said Rainbow Dash. "I'll take them home once I've won the contest!"
"You mean once I'VE won the contest!" said Applejack.
"Yeah, I don't think you can last much longer," said Rainbow Dash, feigning confidence while she was really more desperate than she had ever been in her life. "Especially with this!" She drank three more mugs of cider and gave Applejack a smug look.
Applejack drank three mugs of cider as well.
At about 2:45, Rainbow Dash started looking more nervous. "I REALLY thought you wouldn't last this long. I'm flying with the Wonderbolts in 15 minutes!"
"That'll be fun," said Applejack.
"What if I wet my flight suit in front of everyone? What if they kick me out? What if... Pull it together, Rainbow Dash! This'll be a snap! It's not like I haven't had to fly while needing to pee before!" But I haven't had to pee this badly before either!
"Where are you flyin'?" said Applejack.
"At Canterlot!" said Rainbow Dash.
They quickly boarded the train. Though the train ride was not long, they crossed their legs tight and fidgeted hard for the entire ride, sweating profusely.
"Princess Celestia's gonna be there," said Applejack. "You think you can hold it and perform well in front of her?"
"In my sleep!" said Rainbow Dash, but deep down she felt so nervous she almost peed right there.
They reached Canterlot, and Rainbow Dash and Applejack ran as fast as they could. Rainbow would have loved to fly, but she had to stay in sight of Applejack.
Frantically doing the pee dance, Applejack kept her eye on Rainbow Dash as she put on her Wonderbolts outfit. Rainbow Dash stood beside Spitfire and Soarin, ready to perform.
"Hey Rainbow Dash, you all right?" said Spitfire.
Rainbow Dash just nodded, crossing her legs and trying her hardest not to fidget.
"You should have gotten here earlier. Then you'd have had time to use the bathroom before the performance."
"I can hold it."
The Wonderbolts did their performance, showing off many great flight patterns. Applejack sat in the bleachers, her legs crossed tight, and biting her lower lip.
Rainbow Dash tried to forget about her desperation, and she performed her flight, if not as awesome as usual, at least above average.
Her flight suit was soaked with sweat, from a combination of holding it in and flying hard. Applejack briefly suspected she might have peed in her suit, but she realized if she did, it still would have been easy to notice, as she had watched her the entire time.
"What a wonderful show," said Princess Celestia as she walked up to the Wonderbolts once they stood still. She whispered into Rainbow Dash's ear. "Now that the show's over, you can find a bathroom. You must have to go really bad."
Rainbow Dash blushed a little, but peeled off her Wonderbolt suit and flew over to Applejack. "All right, we're done here! Let's go!"
After another very uncomfortable train journey, they were back in Ponyville, where they continued to hold it. They both had to pee so badly they could not believe they had held it in this time. Neither had tested their bladder's strength this much before.
"4:00," said Applejack, looking at the clock. "Ten hours! Feel like losin' yet?"
"I could hold it all day!" said Rainbow Dash. She put both hooves on her crotch, and Applejack laughed.
"Hey Rainbow Dash!" said Twilight Sparkle as she flew in. "I just got the new Daring Do book! Shall we read it together?"
"Uh... I'm kinda in the middle of... I mean... sure!"
"I'll come too," said Applejack. "Who doesn't like a good story from time to time?"
Twilight led her two desperate friends to her castle, and read the first chapter of the new book.
"All right Rainbow Dash, you read now!" said Twilight. "Rainbow Dash? Are you all right?"
Rainbow Dash held the book in front of her in an attempt to hide her crossed legs, but she couldn't keep herself from sweating and fidgeting slightly. Applejack was in the same position, except with no book in her hooves she couldn't hide the position of her legs.
"Do you two have to go to the bathroom?" said Twilight. "I once held it all day. It wasn't very fun. You should go now. You know where the bathrooms are."
"Nah, I can hold it." Rainbow Dash wasn't so sure. She could feel waves of pee sloshing around in her, and so could Applejack.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm just too excited to re-read this book!"
"Well, if you say so."
Rainbow Dash read the second chapter really fast. As she and Twilight read, Rainbow found it harder to focus on the book, as her bladder was throbbing with intense pain. She was thankful she'd read it already so she didn't have to really miss anything.
Applejack wasn't even terribly interested in the books, so this was even harder for her. All she could focus on was how badly she needed to pee.
By 5:00, the book was done.
"This was really fun Twilight, gotta go!" Rainbow Dash ran out the door, Applejack right behind her.
"Hey, aren't you gonna go to the bathroom first?" said Twilight. "They can be so stubborn."
...
"You feeling like peeing yet?" said Rainbow Dash to Applejack, back at Sweet Apple Acres.
"Not even a little bit." This wasn't exactly the most honest thing she had said, but she didn't want Rainbow Dash to know how desperate she was. However, her body language said it all.
"Anything else we have to do today?" Rainbow Dash asked this partially to distract herself a bit.
"At 5:30 I'm havin' tea at the new restaurant with Rarity and Fluttershy. They said ah could invite any ponies ah want."
"That'll make things interesting!" said Rainbow Dash. "And so will this!" She drank another mug of cider, and Applejack did the same.
At 5:30, they sat around a table at the tea restaurant with Fluttershy and Rarity. They couldn't help but notice that Rarity was fidgeting, though not as hard as they were.
"Um... Rarity, I think you should probably use the little filly's room," said Fluttershy timidly.
"No, I refuse to use a public washroom." Rarity crossed her legs.
Applejack and Rainbow Dash grimaced. Rarity's desperation, though obviously not as great as their own, reminded them of it, making their need to pee worse.
Rarity hoped Rainbow Dash wouldn't get back at her for last time by teasing her. But, she looked like she was in no fit state to. She must not have had the chance to go all day. A part of her thought it served her right, but they had (mostly) put this behind them now and she hoped she made it.
"Ah'll get the biggest cup of tea you got!" said Applejack.
"Are you sure?" said Fluttershy. "You... um... you look like you really... never mind." She blushed. "But, you can always go there." She pointed at the bathroom.
"No, I... I don't like using public washrooms," said Rainbow Dash.
"It's never been a problem before," said Fluttershy.
"Um... Rarity's rubbed off on us," said Rainbow Dash. "But, we'll probably get over it by tonight! Ow! I really need to pee!"
Applejack said nothing, but fidgeted harder.
Fluttershy and Rarity sipped their tea while Rainbow Dash and Applejack drained their teacups in one gulp and asked for another.
At about 6:00, Applejack said "Well, time for us to get some dinner!" She threw a few bits to Fluttershy. "That's for what we got." Then she and Rainbow Dash ran back to Sweet Apple Acres.
Both mares felt like they were about to burst, but neither was ready to give up. They each wanted to beat the other.
Applejack made the dinner for her and Rainbow Dash, a big selection of apple treats along with a sandwich. Her legs were crossed the entire time, and she was sweating quite a bit.
"Think you can make it?" said Rainbow Dash, fidgeting hard in her seat.
"Ah know ah can!" said Applejack.
"You two still need to go to the bathroom?"
Applejack and Rainbow Dash turned to see Apple Bloom in the doorway.
"Uh, yeah, but we can hold it!"
Apple Bloom didn't say anything, for she had overheard them talking about their competition.
After dinner, they stayed in their living room, trying their best not to burst.
"Ready to give up?" said Rainbow Dash.
"Not yet," said Applejack.
"I don't think you can hold it another minute!"
"Ah bet you can't last five seconds!"
Their desperation increased to a critical point, and they both put their hooves on their crotches, fidgeting more vigorously than ever with their legs crossed as tightly as they could.
"You OK Dash?" said Applejack at 9:00 PM, noticing Rainbow Dash's extremely desperate state.
Rainbow Dash couldn't hide her desperation even the slightest anymore. "I can't hold it anymore! I'm going to burst!"
"Me neither! Ah can't wait anymore!"
"Should we declare this a tie and just go pee?"
"Yeah, let's do that."
As fast as their legs would carry them, Rainbow Dash and Applejack each entered a different outhouse. After about two minutes, both exited the outhouse, feeling immensely relieved.
"We held it for 15 hours," said Rainbow Dash, looking at the clock.
"I'm mighty impressed you were able to hold it as long as me," said Applejack. "After all we had to drink."
"I don't think anyone can hold it as long as us!"
They did a hoof bump. |
Next chapter. The character in this one is a filly, but fimfiction allows it because they're not human or humanoid, and plus it's not outright sexual, just desperation. And I've seen multiple depictions of Sweetie Belle wetting herself too.
Another note: Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are still mean to them here, so this is like an Alt. Universe where they either haven't gotten their cutie marks yet, or have through different means.
Apple Bloom's Desperation
"You might be able to hold it longer than Pinkie Pie, and MAYBE the other three, but not me! Most mares in the Apple Family have bladders of steel, and ah'm no exception!"
"Oh yeah? Then prove it! Let's have a competition tomorrow! We'll both drink lots of cider in the morning, and then hold it all day to see who can hold it longer!"
"Ah accept. And ah know ah'm gonna win!"
Applejack and Rainbow Dash spit on their hooves and did a hoof bump, while Apple Bloom watched from behind a tree.
Was it true that most mares in the Apple Family had a steel bladder? Was it something to be proud of? Did she herself have a steel bladder too?
...
The next day, Apple Bloom walked into the doorway where Rainbow Dash and Applejack were having dinner together, and it was obvious that both mares were in desperate need of a bathroom.
"Think you can make it?" said Rainbow Dash, fidgeting hard in her seat.
"Ah know ah can!" said Applejack.
"You two still need to go to the bathroom?" said Apple Bloom.
Applejack and Rainbow Dash turned in her direction, noticing her for the first time.
"Uh, yeah, but we can hold it!" said Applejack.
Apple Bloom said nothing and walked to her room. How long had Rainbow Dash and Applejack been holding it? How long could she hold? Maybe she'd have a steel bladder like her sister. There was only one way to know for sure.
...
The next day, Apple Bloom drank several glasses of apple juice at breakfast to see how long she could last. Applejack barely noticed how much her sister was drinking.
Then, Apple Bloom went to school, constantly checking the clock to see how long she was holding it for.
About an hour into the class, Apple Bloom felt the urge to pee, but was easily able to hold it. However, after the second hour, Apple Bloom was feeling more desperate, and did her best to hide it. However, she couldn't keep herself from fidgeting, and the other ponies noticed it.
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo noticed it the most, but chose not to say anything for the moment.
At recess, Apple Bloom continued to hold. She could have used the bathroom of course, but she wanted to see how long she could hold it for. She was much more desperate than before, feeling intense pressure in her bladder and sweating quite a bit.
Diamond Tiara noticed how desperate Apple Bloom was, holding herself with one hoof. She didn't know that it was Apple Bloom's plan to hold it for as long as she could.
"Hey Silver Spoon," said Diamond Tiara. "Apple Bloom looks like she really needs to go!"
"Yeah, she does," said Silver Spoon.
"Let's make sure she doesn't use the bathroom all day, so she can wet herself and be humiliated in front of the entire class!"
"I have just the plan!"
Silver Spoon walked into the bathroom and stuffed the entire roll of toilet paper in it. This would clog it for sure.
...
The day continued, and Apple Bloom continued to hold it, becoming more desperate as time went on. She had never been this desperate before, and she couldn't believe how long she had held it. Maybe she did have a steel bladder. But, she wanted to see just how strong it was.
As the hours went by, Apple Bloom became more desperate, to the point that she thought she might lose control any minute now. But, she was able to hold it until the end of the class.
She walked to the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, still incredibly desperate but able to hold it in. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon followed them from a distance to see how long it would take for Apple Bloom to be humiliated.
"She made it through the whole class," said Silver Spoon.
"She'll still wet herself in front of her friends," said Diamond Tiara. "It'll still be totally embarrassing!"
Apple Bloom sat with her legs crossed, fidgeting and sweating profusely.
"Apple Bloom, why haven't you used the bathroom all day?" said Sweetie Belle, noticing how desperate Apple Bloom was.
"Yeah, you look like you REALLY need to pee," said Scootaloo.
"Ah heard Applejack say most mares in the family have steel bladders, and ah want to prove that ah have one too."
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were worried that it might not end well for Apple Bloom, but decided to let her do what she wanted. If she wet herself, it was her fault, and they wouldn't make fun of her for it.
Apple Bloom's desperation got much worse as the hours went by. She crossed her legs tighter and squirmed harder, feeling the pee sloshing inside her. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon watched her suffering from a distance.
After a few more hours, Apple Bloom was still holding it in but was much more desperate beyond what she had ever known.
"You know," she said through gritted teeth, "ah think I've proven how long ah can hold it for. Wait for a minute while ah use the bathroom."
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo looked a little relieved as Apple Bloom burst out of the clubhouse.
But, Diamond Tiara had overheard their conversation, and clogged the closest bathroom already. She hid behind a corner as Apple Bloom ran into the bathroom, and groaned loudly when she saw it clogged with too much toilet paper. She tried flushing it just to be sure, but it overflowed.
She returned to the clubhouse even more desperate.
"Are you feeling better?" said Sweetie Belle tentatively, knowing that this was not the case.
"I'll be all right, I only have to hold it a bit longer."
As they did several fun activities, Apple Bloom got more desperate each time. She didn't know she could hold it this long. She eventually decided to run to the next closest bathroom, but Diamond Tiara sent Silver Spoon to occupy it before she got there, watching Apple Bloom's frustrated reaction. Apple Boom frantically danced in front of the outhouse for three minutes before she ran back to the clubhouse.
Throughout the day, Apple Bloom became even more desperate, and she ran to the third nearest bathroom, but Diamond Tiara had already slipped an "Out of order" sign on it. She ran to the second one again, but Silver Spoon was back inside it. She checked the first one again, but it was still clogged.
At sunset, Apple Bloom felt like she was about to burst. She was soaked in sweat, crossing her legs tight, and fidgeting harder than before.
"You should really go to the bathroom," said Sweetie Belle.
"It doesn't seem like you can hold it any longer," said Scootaloo.
"Ah know, but all the bathrooms are mysteriously out of my reach!"
"You could run to Sweet Apple Acres," said Sweetie Belle.
"Thanks, I'll do that!"
Apple Bloom ran to Sweet Apple Acres as fast as she could, afraid that she might lose it at any second.
She finally reached the bathroom door, but it was locked.
She knocked on the door. "Can you hurry it up? Ah need to go to the bathroom really badly!"
"Eyyyup," came Big Mac's voice.
She frantically danced for what felt like hours, before the toilet flushed, and Big Mac walked outside. Apple Bloom immediately ran into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and began peeing.
...
Apple Bloom returned to the clubhouse, feeling more relieved than she had ever been. Not only that, but she was also excited that she was able to hold her pee for almost an entire day.
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle could tell Apple Bloom had found her much-needed relief, but Sweetie Belle asked her if she was feeling better anyway.
"Much better! And ah held it for almost a whole day! It looks like ah really do have a steel bladder like my sister!"
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo didn't really understand why it was so important to her, but they celebrated with her anyway.
"You mean it was her plan all along to hold her pee all day?" said Diamond Tiara, outraged.
"And we helped her achieve her goal," said Silver Spoon.
Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon walked away in a fit of rage. |
Now for an Equestria Girls one.
Sunset Shimmer's Desperation
Sunset Shimmer woke up one morning. Her alarm hadn't gone off, and when she looked at the clock, she noticed that it was 7:45. She had overslept. She rushed out of her bed, changed out of her pajamas into a white and pink shirt and a pair of jeans, and ate her breakfast, which included drinking some water, milk, tea, coffee, and juice.
Once she was finished breakfast, she ran outside to take the bus to school. Fortunately, she got there just as the bus arrived. So, she got on the bus on time.
The bus had just started moving, and Sunset had just breathed a sigh of relief, when she realized she needed to pee. She remembered now that she didn't take her morning pee because she was in such a rush. Not only had she drank a lot this morning, but she had also drank several cups of coffee to stay awake last night, because she had been studying until midnight for a test. All of that liquid made her need to go more, but she knew she could hold it until she arrived at school.
However, the bus arrived at school right when her first class was about to begin, so she couldn't use the bathroom before class. Worse, her first class was math, and the math teacher wouldn't allow anyone to go to the bathroom during class, especially not at the beginning of the day. So she knew she'd have to hold it for the entire hour of math class.
Sunset tried to hide her desperation. She didn't even think of asking the teacher, for she knew what the answer would be, and it would just reveal her situation to the class. She was pretty good at hiding her need to pee, at least for a while. She tried hard not to fidget, and to focus on the math lessons, and the worksheets that came with them, which was hard for her because her desperation had increased by then.
After an uncomfortable hour, math class was over. Sunset was relieved to go to her geography class, for the teacher there would let students use the bathroom. Once she had taken her seat and the class was about to begin, Sunset raised her hand.
"Yes, Sunset Shimmer?"
"Can I go to the bathroom? I have to go really bad." She blushed a little.
"You may."
Despite her need to pee, Sunset felt better as she stood up. She tried not to look desperate as she walked toward the door, but as soon as she was out of the classroom, she ran as fast as she could toward the girl's bathroom, holding herself with one hand. She wasn't sure she was going to make it.
She reached the bathroom, but to her horror, she saw the dreaded "Out of order" sign on it. She could not believe it. She had been so close to getting relief, and it was once again denied. She knew this would mean she would have to hold it until the end of the day. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to do that, already she needed to pee really badly, but she'd try anyway.
She returned to the classroom, still in desperate need of a bathroom, and sat down. As the geography lesson went on, Sunset felt the need to pee become greater. Surely what she had drank with breakfast was catching up with her. She fidgeted and slightly crossed her legs. But she tried to stay calm, wanting to hide her desperation. A couple of students noticed her movements, but didn't say anything.
After geography class was recess. Sunset knew she was still several hours away from relief, and tried to stay calm while holding it as much as she could. As she met up with the other girls, Sunset was unable to keep herself from fidgeting more.
Applejack noticed first. "Are you all right, sugarcube?"
"It's nothing," said Sunset, trying to stay calm but sweating a little.
"It doesn't look like nothin' to me." Applejack knew perfectly well what Sunset's movements meant. "You gotta go to the bathroom real bad, don't you?"
"Yes," Sunset admitted. "I have to pee REALLY badly, but I'll be fine."
"Why in Canterlot High haven't you gone to the bathroom yet?"
"The girl's bathroom is out of order."
"Then it's only a matter of time before more girls are desperate too."
"You don't know how much I've had to drink, nor how long I've been holding it." Sunset grimaced and fidgeted a bit more. The pressure in her bladder was growing stronger every minute.
"Oh. Well, ah hope you can hold it till school's out."
...
Sunset became more desperate as the day went on, and had a harder time hiding it. By noon, Sunset had been holding her pee for four hours. As she sat at the cafeteria table for lunch, she fidgeted harder and crossed her legs more than before. She could not believe she had held it this long, nor did she think she'd be able to hold it for much longer.
She tried to hide how desperate she was, but most of her friends noticed it by now.
"Are you all right, Sunset?" said Fluttershy nervously, for she was very worried about her.
"The girl's bathroom is out of order, so she's real desperate to pee," said Applejack.
"I myself am in need of relief," said Rarity, who was also crossing her legs tightly under the table.
"Try not to think about it," said Rainbow Dash. "Think about waterfalls! Big waterfalls flowing down into a lake! Fountains, with water pouring out endlessly! Rain falling, drops of water, splashing in puddles..."
Sunset moaned as she felt her bladder quiver, and crossed her legs even tighter. Rarity let out a whimper, and Sunset could tell she was feeling the same way.
"Rainbow, quit it!" said Applejack. "That's not funny."
Sunset ate her lunch and reluctantly had a glass of water to drink, and after lunch was science class. Sunset found it really hard to concentrate on the class; all of her attention was on her extremely full bladder, and trying her hardest to hold it. She was fidgeting more than ever now, and crossing and uncrossing her legs over and over again. She was more desperate than ever now, and it showed in her face. Many students noticed her, and were looking at her. Sunset blushed with embarrassment at this, but knew she had to do anything she could to hold her full bladder. If she wet herself in front of the class, it would just be even more humiliating, and she wanted to avoid that at all cost.
A few seats away, Rarity was fidgeting and crossing her legs as well. Sunset knew Rarity couldn't possibly be holding nearly as much as her, but she was still struggling to remain calm.
Though she got more desperate as time went on, she made it to the end of science class. Next was the final class of the day: English class. This was usually an easy class for Sunset, but this time, she was bursting to pee, and couldn't hide it anymore. As she fidgeted, more desperate than she was ten minutes ago, she noticed that Pinkie Pie was fidgeting a lot too, and crossing and uncrossing her legs. She was definitely desperate to pee too.
"I shouldn't have drank all that chocolate milk at noon," Pinkie muttered to herself.
Seeing how Rarity and Pinkie Pie were very desperate to pee only made Sunset's need greater. She was barely able to focus on the class, and crossed her legs tight, feeling as though she might burst at any moment. The teacher, naturally, noticed Sunset's desperation, but by now knew that the girl's bathroom was out of order so she said nothing.
After what felt like forever, the bell rang for the end of school. As soon as it did, Sunset stood up and rushed to the bus faster than Rainbow Dash could without her geode. She was dying to pee at this point. As she waited for the bus, she did the pee dance. She didn't care who was watching her, she just wanted to get home to get her much-needed relief. After a few minutes, which felt like an hour, the bus finally arrived, and she got onto the bus as fast as she could and took one of the seats near the front.
She crossed her legs and fidgeted as the rest of the students boarded the bus. Finally, it started to move. All Sunset had to do was hold it for the rest of the bus trip and she could finally get to her bathroom.
However, the bus ran into a great traffic jam. The bus barely even moved over the course of ten minutes. Sunset couldn't believe it. Did the world not want her to relieve herself? Was there an accident ahead? There would be an accident inside the bus soon if traffic didn't get moving!
She was sure she was seconds away from wetting her pants. But, after an hour, the bus finally got moving again, and stopped at Sunset's house. It was 5:00 PM. She had been holding it for nine hours. Sunset rushed into her house as fast as she could, and rushed into her bathroom. She fumbled with her zipper a bit but got it down, pulled down her pants and panties, sat on the toilet, and began peeing. The relief felt absolutely wonderful after holding it for so long. |
Back to ponies!
Trixie's Desperation
After Starlight Glimmer, Trixie, Discord, and Thorax saved Equestria from Chrysalis, the four of them started hanging out more often, much like when the Main 6 saved Equestria from Nightmare Moon.
Although Trixie, Discord, and Thorax were good friends with Starlight, Trixie and Discord still haven't been able to get along with each other as well as they did with Thorax. Discord would sometimes mention how most of Trixie's magic tricks weren't actually magic, and Trixie would sometimes call him "klutzy draconequus", as a reference to their adventure.
One day, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie planned to prank Twilight by putting butter on the floor so she would slip. As they walked away to call Twilight, Discord walked in, with Starlight, Trixie, and Thorax behind him.
As Discord stepped into the room, he slipped on the butter and fell down.
"Klutzy draconequus," said Trixie, and she laughed at how funny he look when he fell.
Starlight tried hard not to laugh. "Are you all right, Discord?"
Discord touched the floor, realizing it was covered in butter. Someone put it there as a prank, and he suspected Trixie. She must have done it so she'd have an excuse to call him "klutzy draconequus" again, because she really loved calling him that, and it annoyed him.
"I'm fine. But, there's something important I forgot to do. See you!" He teleported away.
...
Discord paced around in his house, planning his revenge on Trixie. He decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. And what better way to do so than to do to her the same thing he had done to Twilight several days ago? He started planning everything out.
...
When Trixie woke up the next morning, she drank her morning coffee, as she always did.
What she didn't know was that Discord had done two things while she was asleep. First, he changed her alarm clock so she'd wake up an hour later than usual. And second, he had added something to her instant coffee: A special herb he found at Zecora's place, which had strong diuretic effects. Any pony who drank anything with that herb would have to pee very badly very soon.
After Trixie finished drinking her coffee, she looked at the clock.
"Oh no! Is it that time already? I'm late!"
She had several activities to do, so she rushed outside without taking her morning pee.
Discord watched from his hiding place, excited to see what would happen. This would be even more fun than when he did it to Twilight.
First, Trixie was putting on a magic show in Ponyville. Right when the show began, the herb was already starting to take effect, and Trixie needed to pee. She held it throughout the entire show, and then when she was done, she raced to the nearest outhouse.
To her dismay, there was an Out of Order sign on it.
She had another magic show in Baltimare soon, and she wasn't sure she'd have time to find another bathroom that was working.
As soon as she ran, Discord snapped his fingers, and the Out of Order sign on the outhouse disappeared.
As Trixie made her way to Baltimare, she could feel her need to pee increase every minute. It was especially hard to hold it when she was pulling her wagon.
Discord followed, keeping out of Trixie's sight.
She arrived at Baltimare a few minutes early. She found a bathroom, but to her dismay there was a big lineup in front of it. She didn't have time to wait, so she ran to the spot where her magic show was taking place.
The ponies vanished as soon as Trixie was out of sight, for they were an illusion created by Discord.
After a very uncomfortable magic show, during which Trixie almost messed up one of her tricks, she returned to the bathroom. There was no line, but as she entered the bathroom, she saw the toilet was clogged and overflowing, so she ran back out.
Next, Trixie needed to pick up some props for her tricks at a shop that was only in the Crystal Empire. She left her wagon in the forest near Baltimare in order to board the train and take it to the Crystal Empire.
As soon as she boarded the train, she darted to the bathroom, but it was out of order as well.
Discord continued to watch Trixie from the windows, not letting her see him, and removing the Out of Order sign whenever Trixie wasn't near the bathroom door.
Trixie sat with her legs crossed, fidgeting for the entire train ride.
Upon arrival, she searched the entire Crystal Empire for a bathroom, but they were all lined up or else had Out of Order tags.
Why doesn't anyone else look as desperate as I am? thought Trixie.
She gave up and bought her props, then got back on board the train back to Baltimare to pick up her wagon. She checked the bathroom again, but it was still out of order. (Or so it seemed) So she fidgeted the entire ride, feeling more desperate by the minute.
It was almost noon, and Trixie and Starlight were having lunch at a restaurant today. So once she got back to her wagon, she ran to Ponyville as fast as she could. She ran to the nearest bathroom, but it was out of order again.
She ran into the restaurant where Starlight was sitting at a table. Trixie sat down next to her, crossing her legs.
After they ordered their food, Starlight noticed Trixie fidgeting, crossing her legs, and very desperate.
"Are you all right?" said Starlight.
"I'm fine," said Trixie, though she really wasn't.
"Well, I'll stay with you the rest of the day just in case you do need help with anything."
...
Once they finished lunch, Trixie had another magic show to put on in the changeling kingdom. She ran there as fast as she could.
"I've never seen you run this fast," said Starlight.
"I just can't wait until the changelings see my magic show," said Trixie.
She's not even saying "The Great and Powerful Trixie", thought Starlight.
Trixie's desperation made her run faster and faster, so sometimes Starlight had to teleport to keep up.
When they reached the changeling kingdom, Trixie said "There's something I have to do real quick. It won't take long."
She ran to the nearest bathroom, but there wasn't a toilet inside.
The toilet reappeared as soon as the bathroom was out of Trixie's sight.
Trixie did her magic show, but she messed up some of her tricks because of her desperation. She was able to pull a few tricks off while holding it, and was able to hold it the entire show. Enough that the changelings weren't unimpressed.
Next she had to do some work at the rock farm, which was a little farther from the changeling kingdom than Baltimare was from Ponyville.
She ran there as fast as she could, feeling the pressure in her bladder increase by the minute, and Starlight keeping up with her.
As usual, upon arrival she checked the outhouses, but they were all out of order.
So, she harvested the rocks, with great difficulty. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it.
Next was dinner at Starlight's village, so she could get to know the ponies there better. Unfortunately, Starlight's village was on the opposite side of Equestria as the rock farm. Leaving her wagon behind, Trixie ran to the nearest train station, in Appleoosa.
"Are you sure you're all right?" said Starlight.
"I told you I'm fine!" said Trixie a little more harshly than she meant, for she really needed to go.
Upon the train, Trixie checked the bathroom, but it was still out of order.
She sat with her legs crossed, fidgeting harder. It was obvious she needed to go, but Starlight didn't say anything this time. She felt bad about snapping at Starlight, but she couldn't help it.
It was a long and very uncomfortable train ride, and she thought she wasn't going to make it, but she did.
Upon arrival, she said "I gotta comb my mane," and ran. She found an outhouse and ran into it. Finally, it was open, and the toilet was there, and it wasn't clogged. She was finally going to get relief!
She was about to turn around to sit on the toilet, when it disappeared.
"Are you KIDDING ME!?"
She fidgeted for the entire dinner with Double Diamond, Party Favor, and Sugar Belle. She could barely focus on anything they said, the pressure in her bladder was too intense.
She held it in the entire dinner, and then she was set to watch one of Rainbow Dash's Wonderbolt shows in Canterlot. She told Rainbow Dash she'd see it and Rainbow Dash would be disappointed if she didn't show.
Canterlot wasn't very far from Starlight's village, but Trixie was more desperate than ever. Once again she checked the bathroom, but it was occupied. As soon as Trixie was away, Discord unlocked the door. He was going to re-lock it if he needed to, but Trixie still didn't want Starlight to know how badly she needed to go and might suspect if she tried again.
Once at the Canterlot stadium, Trixie separated from Starlight, saying she was going to get some drinks, but really looking for a bathroom. She found all the stalls full (though three of them were "occupied" by Discord's illusions).
Because she told Starlight she was going for drinks, she knew she'd get suspicious without them, so she stood in line for five minutes to get two cups of soda. She would have only got one for Starlight, but she thought Starlight would suspect if she didn't get one for herself.
She regretted drinking the soda immediately, for it seemed to increase her need to pee even more.
She fidgeted harder with her legs crossed even tighter during Rainbow Dash's show. She barely focused on any of it, focusing instead on her very full bladder. Starlight seemed more focused on the show than Trixie.
After what seemed like hours, the show finally ended, and Trixie and Starlight took the train back to Ponyville. Trixie found the train bathroom empty this time, but the toilet disappeared seconds after she entered.
She suspected she knew who was behind this, but right now she was worried about not having an accident in front of Starlight.
It was sunset when they reached Ponyville. Trixie was about to burst.
"Trixie, I can't keep this up any longer," said Starlight.
"What do you mean?"
"I knew you were holding your pee all along."
Trixie blushed. "How did you know?"
"It was kind of obvious, with you fidgeting, crossing your legs, holding yourself, and suddenly running off every time we reached a new destination."
"I need your help!" Trixie said, tearing up with the effort of holding it in. "I needed to pee all day, but I haven't been able to find a single bathroom I can use! They're all out of order, or have lines, or have vanishing toilets."
"Vanishing toilets? That's weird... I'll help you find one."
Starlight teleported Trixie to every bathroom in Ponyville, starting with the bathrooms in Twilight's castle, but each of them had a line or an out of order sign, except for a few. If regular bathrooms, the stalls would be full. If outhouses, the toilets would be gone.
They reached the last bathroom in Ponyville, an outhouse. It had no line or sign.
Trixie was about to run into it, when Discord walked in with a newspaper and closed the door.
Trixie was even closer to bursting, holding herself and doing the pee dance, feeling waves of pee sloshing inside her.
Starlight knocked on the door. "Don't take too long in there. Trixie really needs to go."
Discord could sense Trixie's desperation, and he deliberately waited until she was literally seconds away from wetting herself. Then he opened the door and walked out.
Trixie ran into the bathroom faster than Rainbow Dash and closed the door shut tight.
"Discord, can you come with me for a second?" said Starlight. She led him a bit away from the outhouse.
"Trixie said every single bathroom she tried was mysteriously out of order, lined up, or had vanishing toilets. I don't know a lot of magic users besides myself who can make things disappear like that."
"Yes, it was me! This was all a revenge prank on Trixie!"
"Revenge for what?"
"For the butter prank she pulled on me."
"Making her wet herself is a little more extreme than slipping on butter," said Starlight.
"First, I didn't make her wet herself. I specifically waited till the last second and then let her use the bathroom. Second, it wasn't so much tripping me as the fact that she did it as an excuse to call me 'klutzy draconequus' again. That's really annoying."
Trixie emerged from the bathroom, feeling immensely relieved, and completely dry. She had never known relief like what she felt about a minute earlier.
"Trixie, did you make Discord slip on butter to call him 'klutzy draconequus' again?"
"I'm thinking about doing it in the future, because I suspect you were behind those vanishing toilets. But, the Great and Powerful Trixie did no such thing!"
"Oh, wait! This morning Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie said they were going to prank Twilight. I think they put the butter on the floor."
"Oh. I thought it was Trixie because she likes to call me 'klutzy draconequus'."
"I do that because you sometimes get really annoying, because you always mention how my magic tricks are only an illusion, and sometimes I get a bit jealous of your magic," said Trixie. "You can make things appear, transform things, and do so much more, while I can only make a teacup with my magic."
"I had no idea."
"Now, apologize to each other," said Starlight.
"I'm sorry for calling you 'klutzy draconequus' all the time," said Trixie.
"And I'm sorry for blaming you for the prank," said Discord. "Oh, and for making you need to pee for the whole day."
And from that point forward, Discord and Trixie got along a bit better. |
Here's another one. (I wrote these all a while back. There's only two more after this, and they take place at the same time with characters I don't usually do, but I was requested to.)
Starlight's Desperation
Starlight Glimmer was planning to visit Sunburst at the Crystal Empire today. Spike and Trixie were going with her. Twilight would have liked to go as well, but she was going to have Ember come to her castle for a meeting today.
At about 8:00 AM, Starlight, Trixie, and Spike were at the train station.
Starlight started to feel the need to pee, for she had drank a few glasses of water last night and hadn't taken her morning pee today.
"I'll be right back," she said to Trixie and Spike as she made her way to the bathroom, knowing there was a half hour before the train arrived.
However, when she got there she found a long line of mares waiting for the bathroom. Some of them looked desperate. Starlight stayed in line, hoping she would eventually get her turn.
Come on! How long are they taking in there anyway? I should be much farther along by now!
However, after half an hour of waiting, during which there were still some ponies in front of her, the train came to the station.
Well, that's all right, I can just use the train's bathroom.
So, Starlight rejoined Trixie and Spike and they boarded the train.
Once the train started moving, Starlight said to Trixie and Spike "I'll be back in a minute, I just have to go to the bathroom."
She got out of her seat and ran toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, it was out of order, so she returned to her seat, still needing to pee. It wasn't too bad, she wasn't desperate yet, but she was getting very uncomfortable.
"That was fast," said Spike.
"The bathroom is out of order," said Starlight.
"Will you be all right?" said Trixie.
"Don't worry, I can hold it until we get to the Crystal Empire." At least, she hoped she could.
...
Two hours later, Starlight was fidgeting and slightly crossing her legs. Her need to pee had gotten greater since she found the bathroom out of order. Outside it was snowing hard.
Finally, the train stopped. Starlight stood up to find the first bathroom at the Crystal Empire so she could finally find relief.
However, she had barely taken a few steps when she heard a pony's voice make a terrible announcement.
"Attention passengers. The train has stopped because there's so much snow obstructing the way from the snowstorm. Everyone must stay in the train, because the weather outside is dangerous."
Now Starlight started to worry, because this meant she'd have to hold her pee for even longer, and she really needed to go!
"Oh no... This is not good."
...
Two more hours later, it was noon. Starlight was still fidgeting, needing to pee more than ever.
"How much longer until we get moving again?" she said.
"Here," said Spike, giving Starlight and Trixie some snacks. "I packed these just in case."
As they were eating their snacks, Trixie said "I can't believe this is happening to Trixie again!"
"What exactly is happening to you again?" said Starlight, crossing her legs.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie is starting to need a bathroom as well, and it seems I'll have to hold it again."
"I have to pee too. I've been needing to pee since we were at the train station."
"Why did this have to happen when the bathroom was out of order? It couldn't have picked a worse time!"
Starlight didn't want to take the drinks that came with the snacks, but she was feeling thirsty, so she reluctantly drank them. In half an hour the pressure in her bladder grew.
At 3:00 PM, the train still hadn't moved, and Starlight was getting more desperate to pee. It didn't help that it was cold. Trixie was also fidgeting and crossing her legs, looking almost as desperate as her. The sight of her friend's desperation only made Starlight more desperate herself. As desperate as Trixie looked, Starlight had been holding her pee for four hours longer, and she wasn't sure she could hold it.
"How are you holding up?" said Starlight.
"Really uncomfortable," said Trixie.
"Me too."
Then the pony made another announcement.
"Attention passengers. The train is snowbound, but help is on the way."
"Couldn't someone at least fix the bathroom?" said Trixie. "The Great and Powerful Trixie needs to pee!"
Starlight noticed that she and Trixie were not the only mares on the train desperate to pee. Lyra was fidgeting a lot, and turned toward Bon Bon.
"She's not the only one. I need to pee really badly!"
Minuette was crossing her legs very tightly, with a pained expression. "I don't know if I can hold it..."
Roseluck was squirming in her seat with her legs crossed as well. "I really need to go!"
Seeing more desperate ponies only made Starlight more desperate.
It had the same effect on Trixie too. "Hurry up!" she said, fidgeting more.
At 5:00 PM, the snowstorm had stopped, but Starlight felt she was about to burst. She had been holding it for 9 hours, longer than she thought she could ever hold it, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.
Fortunately, help finally arrived.
Twilight, Ember, and a couple of other dragons flew over to the train, and the dragons melted the snow with their fire breath.
"It's about time!" said Trixie, and Starlight felt the same way.
Once the snow was melted, Twilight said "Starlight? Trixie? Spike?"
Starlight, Trixie, and Spike ran out of the train, and Spike gave Twilight a hug. "I'm so happy to see you!"
"Ember and I heard about what happened to the train. So, Ember called a couple of dragons to help us get the train moving again."
"You don't know how much I appreciate that," said Starlight.
"We also brought some hot chocolate to warm you up. It must have been pretty cold."
Starlight knew she'd regret drinking more liquid, but she was very cold as Twilight had said, and had to warm up. So, she, Trixie, and Spike drank their hot chocolate, feeling much warmer afterwards.
"We can give you a ride to the Crystal Empire," said Ember.
"That would be wonderful," said Starlight.
"Just fly as fast as you can," said Trixie.
One dragon each gave Starlight and Trixie a ride, while Ember took Spike, and they flew to the Crystal Empire, Twilight flying beside them.
It wasn't long before the hot chocolate had gone through Starlight, increasing her need to pee, which she didn't even think was possible.
Soon, they landed at the Crystal Empire.
"Thank you so much for your help," said Starlight to Twilight and the dragons.
"Yes, I don't know how much longer I'd have been able to hold it," said Trixie.
"Thanks for the ride," Spike said to Ember.
As Twilight, Ember, and the other dragons flew away, Starlight, Trixie, and Spike made their way to Sunburst's house. By now it was sunset, and Starlight was more desperate to pee than she'd ever been before. Trixie was not as desperate as Starlight, but still extremely desperate.
Halfway there they ran into Sunburst.
"Starlight! I was so worried about you when I heard what had happened to the train. I'm glad you're all right."
Starlight barely heard what he said. She was looking around for a bathroom, but any bathrooms in sight either had an "out of order" sign or a long line. It's as if someone wanted her to wet herself (even though she wasn't wearing anything).
"You must be hungry," said Sunburst. "Come with me to a restaurant that opened a few weeks ago."
As Sunburst led them to the restaurant, Starlight and Trixie hoped they'd be able to use the bathroom there. They really needed to go. Starlight could feel waves of pee sloshing inside her. So did Trixie.
As soon as they reached the restaurant, Trixie ran into the bathroom, which was a single bathroom with one toilet.
"Trixie!" said Starlight. "You knew I'd been holding it longer than you!"
The only table available was one that was next to the bathroom, and from there, Starlight heard Trixie sigh in relief. This only increased her need to pee. She hoped Trixie would hurry. She couldn't hold it much longer.
When Trixie came out, Starlight almost felt better knowing she'd get her relief soon. Until she saw that Trixie looked embarrassed.
"What happened?" said Starlight.
"I'm so sorry, but the Great and Powerful Trixie accidentally clogged the toilet."
"WHAT?"
"I'm so sorry Starlight. I know you've been needing to pee much longer than I have, and I should have let you go first, but I couldn't help it. The desperation got the best of me."
Starlight smiled and said "Don't worry about it." But in the privacy of her mind, she was furious. She had been so close to relief, and it had been taken from her. How come I'd been holding my pee so much longer than Trixie, but she was the one who got to pee? As annoyed and desperate as she was, she had no choice but to try to hold it until after dinner.
While they ate dinner together, Starlight was squirming harder than ever, crossing her legs tightly under the table, fidgeting a lot and doing everything she could to avoid wetting herself. The glass of water she drank didn't help either.
Once dinner was over, Sunburst said "It's getting late. You could stay at my house for the night. It gets lonely when I'm there all alone."
So, Sunburst, Starlight, Trixie, and Spike went to Sunburst's house. Starlight was really about to burst this time, doing the pee dance and crossing her legs on the way to Sunburst's house.
By the time they got there, it was 8:00 PM. Starlight had been holding her pee for 12 hours already.
As soon as Sunburst opened the front door to his house, Starlight quickly said "Where's the bathroom?"
"That door over there," Sunburst pointed to a door with his hoof.
Starlight ran into the bathroom faster than Rainbow Dash. Once she was inside and closed the door, she sat on the toilet and finally started to pee. It felt so wonderful to finally let go after holding it all day.
After a long and relieving pee, Starlight came out, feeling much better, but noticed Spike chuckling a bit.
"What happened?" said Starlight.
"We could hear you sighing in relief from outside."
Starlight blushed.
"Don't worry about it," said Sunburst. "Spike told me how you'd been desperate to pee all day. I can only imagine how it must have felt being that desperate, or finally getting relief. But now, let's forget about that and have some fun."
Starlight was thankful for the change in subject. They spent the night playing games and telling stories. |
Last chapter is in two parts taking place side by side. I'll put them in the same post.
Octavia's Desperation
At sunset, Octavia was getting ready for an important and elegant event in Canterlot tonight, and she was going to play music during the event.
Vinyl Scratch was busy, because she was getting ready for an event of her own.
As soon as Octavia was ready, she got her cello in its case and made her way to the train station, rushing a bit to get there on time. As soon as she arrived, she realized that, in her hurry to get there, she had forgotten to pee. And she hadn't done so in hours.
The train wasn't going to come for another half hour, so Octavia decided to use the train station bathroom.
Unfortunately, much like what had happened with Starlight, there was a big line for the little filly's room. Some of the mares looked desperate, though Octavia wasn't quite there yet.
The line progressed slowly, and Octavia wished the ponies in front of her would hurry up. Why were they all taking so long?
There were only two ponies in front of her before the train arrived. Octavia didn't want to miss the train, so she left the line and boarded the train, counting on using the train's bathroom.
The train bathroom hadn't been out of order since Starlight's trip to the Crystal Empire, but, unfortunately for Octavia, it was now. She suspected there was some prankster who was trying to get ponies to wet themselves. Or perhaps someone clogged the toilet too much.
Octavia found a seat and sat down, deciding to hold it until she reached Canterlot.
The train ride didn't take long, but it felt like hours, as Octavia felt her need to pee grow greater with every minute, as her bladder became even more full. She fidgeted slightly while crossing her legs. But if she could just hold it for a bit longer, she could use the nearest bathroom at Canterlot before the event.
Unfortunately for her, the train suddenly stopped.
"Attention passengers!" said a pony on the speakers. "There is a tree trunk in the middle of the railway. We will remove it as fast as we can and then get moving again."
Octavia said nothing, but fidgeted more, hoping they would hurry.
After ten minutes, the train started moving again. Octavia was startled a bit, feeling a jolt in her bladder, but managed to hold it in and was grateful they would be at Canterlot soon.
The train arrived at the Canterlot station a few minutes late. Octavia looked at the time and realized she would have to hurry to the event.
As she raced to the event, she became more desperate. She had only been holding it for an hour but she had a lot to drink several hours before that.
She arrived at the event just in time, at 8:00 PM, and didn't even have time to pee at the bathroom here. She had to take her cello out of its case immediately and begin playing.
While she was playing her first song, she did her best to hold it in. There would be a break before the next song, so if she could just hold it until the song was over, she could find a bathroom.
She hid her desperation, for she didn't want the elegant ponies of Canterlot to see her squirming and fidgeting.
She nearly missed a note in one of the songs, her full bladder nearly distracting her, but she managed to play her song exactly right, though slightly faster than normal.
The song only lasted three minutes, but it felt like three hours to Octavia. Once she was done, she raced to the bathroom.
To her dismay, there was a line for the bathroom. She tried waiting her turn, and the line progressed slightly faster than the line at the train station had.
"Oooh!" said Twinkleshine, who was right in front of her. "Hurry up! I really gotta go!"
"So do I," said Octavia quietly, though she wasn't sure Twinkleshine could hear her. She stood still, hiding how much she needed to pee.
Just as Twinkleshine ran into the bathroom, it was time for Octavia to play her next song. She sighed and returned to her position with her cello and began playing her second song.
This time she would be playing three more songs in a row, each one five minutes long. Octavia was not sure she would be up to this task. She played as best as she could, nearly speeding up the first song, but painfully playing it as slow as it was supposed to be. All the while holding in her pee and hiding her desperation.
The equally graceful Rarity was at this event as well and she really didn't want to see her, one of the most popular ponies who not only ran a successful boutique, but also saved Equestria a few times, to see her desperate. Of course, she didn't know that Rarity had once been in a situation like this herself. Besides, Rarity really enjoyed her songs.
Her desperation grew with each song she played, but miraculously she was able to hold it while not messing up the songs.
By the time she finished the third song, it was 8:30 PM. There would be a half-hour break between this and her next song, which she was sure would be enough time to find the relief she needed.
On her way to the bathroom, Rarity walked up to her.
"Octavia, I have to say, your songs are absolutely lovely. The first one seemed a bit fast, but you always play so gracefully."
"Why, thank you," said Octavia, trying not to cross her legs or do the pee dance, and sweating a little.
"Is everything quite all right, darling?"
"It's... just fine..."
"I look forward to your next song in half an hour."
This next song would be half an hour long. She really wanted to get her relief before this song. But, she had half an hour to do it.
She nearly lost it right there when she saw more ponies in line, many of whom were doing the pee dance because they had drank a lot of punch.
Upper Crust cut in front of her, looking snobbish and trying to hide her desperation, but crossing her legs slightly. Octavia couldn't help but do the same. It was no good pretending she wasn't waiting for the bathroom, but she still didn't want anyone to see her squirm.
The ponies each took about five minutes in the bathroom. They probably peed for two minutes and spend the other three making sure their hooves were spotlessly clean.
Just as Upper Crust entered the bathroom, Octavia looked at the time. It was 9:00 PM. Octavia sighed and returned to play her song.
This time she was near the middle of the room. Here, she realized uncomfortably for the first time, was an elegant fountain. The water running made her need to pee even more. She really needed to go, so she crossed her legs while playing her next song. This seemed to help, but she was afraid she'd lose it if she uncrossed them.
Octavia played her best, though she played one note wrong, but quickly recovered and tried to play as gracefully as she could, without speeding up the song. It was difficult with her desperation combined with the sounds of the fountain.
After what felt like an eternity, she finished the song at 9:30. There was a ten-minute break before the next song, and she started to run to the bathroom, but bumped into a stallion and fell down.
"I'm terribly sorry," she said, getting the pony to his feet while ignoring the throbbing in her bladder, and ran towards the bathroom, stopping whenever a pony crossed her path.
"Would you care for a drink?" said Fancy Pants, holding up a goblet of punch.
Octavia knew this would only make things worse, but she hadn't drank anything in hours and was pretty thirsty. So, reluctantly, she drank a goblet of punch. Noticing how fast she drank it, Fancy Pants offered her another, and she downed it too.
"I must say, your songs are quite marvelous," he said.
"I'm glad you like them," said Octavia, trying to hide her desperation.
"I'm looking forward to your next two songs."
Her next two songs were both around half an hour long, and back to back. She was really good at this, and this wouldn't be a challenge if she didn't have to pee so badly. But if she did, it would be really hard for her. She hoped she would find her relief this time.
"Will you excuse me for a bit? There's something I need to do."
From how nervous she looked, Fancy Pants was able to guess what was up, but didn't say more than "As you wish."
Octavia ran to the bathroom. There was only one mare waiting for her this time, Lyrica Lilac, who, for some reason, had some chocolate cake frosting on her mane. Octavia groaned. Lyrica was going to spend a long time washing her mane.
After two minutes, the pony inside the bathroom came out, and Lyrica entered. Octavia waited impatiently for her to come out.
Until, it was 9:40. Octavia let out a quiet groan and returned to the fountain, playing her next two songs. She played the first one a little fast, unable to ignore how much she needed to pee, or the sound of running water. Seeing the audience looking a little weirdly at her when she was done the first song, she started playing the second song as the regular speed. As she played, her desperation increased, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it.
She finally finished at 10:30, and there was another half-hour break before her next songs. They were about five to ten minutes long, but all back to back, and would last until midnight.
As she was running to the bathroom, Rarity walked up to her again.
"Ooh, Octavia. That was smashing. It's truly amazing the way you can play two songs that long in a row. Although, you were going a little too fast for the first song."
Octavia just giggled nervously, not sure of what to say with all her attention on her desperation.
"I'll be right back," said Octavia, and she ran to the bathroom.
There was yet another line, but these mares didn't look like they needed to pee. Apparently they had eaten some undercooked food at the party, and they each took about ten minutes in the bathroom.
Though there weren't as many ponies in line this time, halfway through the line they had to wait for a pony to replace the toilet paper in there.
"My goodness," said Rarity, taking note of the ponies in front of Octavia rather than her. "I'm sure glad I turned those hay burgers down, I knew they were seriously undercooked."
There was one pony in front of her when the clock struck 11, and, feeling this was getting old and that she might not make it if this kept up, she returned to the fountain and played her next several songs.
She crossed her legs tighter as she played, sweating a little more, but managed to avoid fidgeting.
Somehow she was able to hold it and play relatively well by midnight. There was a five-minute break after that. Getting a sinking feeling this wouldn't be enough, Octavia ran to the bathroom again.
To her delight, there wasn't a line this time. Octavia sprinted, feeling the pee sloshing inside her.
When she tried to open the door, she found it occupied. She felt like cursing at relief being snatched from her at the last second, and, after four minutes, realized she wouldn't be able to pee in time, so she returned to the fountain.
She was so desperate at this time that, especially with the running water from the fountain, she was unable to hide it anymore. As she played her next songs, which, again, were back to back and would go until 1:00, she fidgeted. Some of the ponies noticed this, and gave her weird looks, while others were able to ignore her fidgeting for the songs.
Finally, at 1:00, she got another 10-minute break, but, this time the bathroom was out of order, because someone had clogged the toilet.
When she got back to playing, she fidgeted even harder.
The whole night continued this way - every time she got a break something kept her from getting to the bathroom, even though it had been fixed quickly it was still occupied. As the night went on, and Octavia became more desperate, she started playing her songs a little faster, and occasionally missing a few more notes.
Finally, at 6:00 AM, the event was over. Octavia had been holding it for 11 hours and felt like she was about to burst. Tired and desperate, she saw that the bathroom was still occupied, so she decided to go back home to Ponyville and find her relief there.
She ran to the train, feeling the pee sloshing around in her, but hoping its bathroom would still be fixed. However, the train bathroom was still out of order. As the train began moving, Octavia sat and fidgeted for the entire trip.
After the train arrived at Ponyville, Octavia ran home, the weight of carrying her cello making it a little more difficult for her. Just past 6:30, almost at sunrise, Octavia reached her house. Feeling a bit better at the chance of getting her relief, she ran to the bathroom to open the door.
It was locked. Vinyl Scratch was inside it.
"Hurry up in there!" Octavia said, desperately doing the pee dance. "I've been holding it all night and I'm about to wet myself! I can't... hold it... any longer..."
After about a minute, but feeling like an hour to Octavia, the door opened and Vinyl came out. Octavia ran into the bathroom as quickly as she could, locked the door, and sat on the toilet.
"Ahhhhhhhhh..." The relief felt amazing after holding it for so long, not to mention the other kind of relief from not wetting herself, let alone at the event in Canterlot in front of Rarity or Fancy Pants.
Vinyl Scratch's Desperation
It was sunset, and Vinyl Scratch was getting ready for a party that Pinkie Pie organized for tonight. Pinkie had asked Vinyl to be the DJ for the party. So, DJ was getting ready for the party, while Octavia was getting ready for a big event at Canterlot that she was going to play music at.
As night fell, Vinyl arrived at Sugarcube Corner, where the party was taking place.
"Hi!" said Pinkie Pie as soon as she came in the door. "I can't wait to hear the songs you'll play! Want some soda?"
Vinyl accepted the soda, and as soon as she was done, Pinkie offered her more. Vinyl drank about seven cups of soda.
It was about 9:00 when she started to feel the need to pee. But before she had the chance...
"It's time to start playing music for the party!" Pinkie said.
Reluctantly, Vinyl walked over to her record player and started playing the first song, while operating the machine as usual to keep it going the right way.
She had to play five songs in a row, which were about two minutes long. With each song, she felt the pressure in her bladder increase, but she wasn't too desperate yet and was sure she could hold it.
Once she was done, there would be a five-minute break, so she ran to the bathroom.
"Hey Vinyl Scratch," said Rainbow Dash as she walked up to her. "Want some cider?" Applejack had brought a few barrels of cider over for the party in addition to the soda provided by Pinkie.
Vinyl reluctantly accepted and drank it.
"So, wanna hear about my Wonderbolt performance today?" said Rainbow Dash.
Vinyl listened while Rainbow told her story, a little impatient for her to finish so she could get to the bathroom.
Rainbow wasted the entire five minutes with her story, and Vinyl was forced to return to the record player without getting her relief.
Now she had to play songs until 10:00 when she could take another break. As she continued to play the songs, her bladder continued to fill up minute by minute, and she wasn't sure she could hold it.
After what felt like hours, 10:00 came, and once her current song was finished, she'd have a 10-minute break. Unfortunately, there were several ponies in line, many of which had drank too much soda or cider.
Rainbow Dash was right in front of her, frantically doing the pee dance, as opposed to Vinyl who tried to hide her desperation.
"I need to go SO bad!" said Rainbow Dash, who was right in front of her.
"Me too," said Golden Harvest in front of her, while Berryshine, who had drank the most punch, seemed the most desperate.
Vinyl waited her turn, crossing her legs slightly.
By the time Rainbow Dash entered the bathroom, and could be heard sighing on the other side, it was 10:10 PM, so Vinyl was forced to return to her record player.
She played more songs for the next fifty minutes straight, slowly becoming a little more distracted by how badly she needed to pee, but not affecting her performance... yet.
At 11:00, she really needed to go, and noticed there was no line at the bathroom. Though her break was only for five minutes this time, this would be more than enough time.
She was on her way to the bathroom when Pinkie suddenly ran in front of her. Vinyl was startled and almost lost it, but was able to hold it in.
"Want some more soda?" said Pinkie, holding up a big glass of it.
Vinyl reluctantly accepted and drank it.
"Better not drink too much though," said Pinkie. "One time I drank so much soda at a party, and I needed to pee REALLY BADLY! I had to hold it for, SO long!"
Vinyl felt very uncomfortable at Pinkie's descriptive story about her desperation, which only made her need to pee more. She tried crossing her legs so Pinkie would be able to tell she needed to get to a bathroom right away, but Pinkie was oblivious and described how she had just barely made it to the bathroom on time.
Until her five minutes were up, so she held up a hoof and returned to her record player. Next time she'd have to remember to interrupt her story politely so she could make it to the bathroom.
She played more songs until midnight, at the end of which she got another 10-minute break. She needed to pee more than ever, and didn't think she'd be able to hold it for another hour if she didn't find relief now.
To her dismay, there was another line of desperate mares, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash among them.
"Weren't you just in line two hours ago?" said Pinkie Pie to Rainbow Dash, both of them standing just in front of Vinyl and desperately doing the pee dance.
"I drank so much cider and it all went through me so fast!" said Rainbow. "Ugh... Why couldn't there be more than one bathroom in here?"
"I wish there was too!" said Pinkie, crossing her legs. "I don't think I'm gonna make it..."
Neither did Vinyl, but the floor stayed dry as each pony entered the bathroom and took her sweet time. Just as Pinkie was entering the bathroom, Vinyl's break was over, so once again, she had to return to playing music without getting her turn in the bathroom.
Now Vinyl was really desperate, and couldn't help but fidget, and sometimes mess up the songs slightly.
As the party progressed, Vinyl became more desperate and squirmed harder, no longer caring how many ponies saw her desperate. Pinkie and Rainbow stopped offering her soda and using up her break time, but each break she got the bathroom either had a line too long for her or was occupied by someone who was taking too long. Vinyl did the pee dance as she stood in line each time.
At her 3:00 AM break, Vinyl raced to the bathroom, but found Pinkie in front of it with a plunger.
"Sorry Vinyl Scratch," she said sheepishly. "I clogged the toilet."
By the time Pinkie fixed the toilet, Vinyl was back playing her songs again.
Finally, the party ended at 6:30 AM. Vinyl found the bathroom occupied again so she just ran back to her home to pee in her bathroom. It was almost sunrise now.
Vinyl felt the pee sloshing inside her as she ran, finally reaching her house and running into the bathroom.
She sat on the toilet and began to relieve herself, and about ten seconds later she heard Octavia on the other side of the door.
"Hurry up in there! I've been holding it all night and I'm about to wet myself! I can't... hold it... any longer..."
Vinyl could barely hear Octavia, as she was too focused on the amazing relief she felt.
After about a minute more, Vinyl was done peeing, and exited the bathroom, to which Octavia immediately ran in, Vinyl truly becoming aware for the first time that she must have been as desperate as her. Had she been holding it in the entire night too? She could hear her sigh on the other side of the door, and was thankful that they both made it.
The End
Edited June 7, 2018 by The Dark Wolf
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It was a sunny Saturday afternoon as Raku Ichijo sat in his room working on a homework assignment. He was half way through his math homework when he heard a female voice moan, “I’m sooo bored.” It was Chitoge Kirisaki. She was laying on Raku’s bed reading one of his manga books. While the two seemed like normal high school students, they were anything but. Raku was the son of a yakuza leader and lived in a large Japanese style house with a bunch of other yakuza. Chitoge on the other hand, was the daughter of the leader of the Beehive Gangsters. Not long after the Beehive showed up in Japan, a turf war broke out between them and the yakuza. To prevent a potential blood bath, Raku and Chitoge’s fathers forced them into dating each other in the hopes that it would bring peace to the warring factions. While Raku and Chitoge resisted at first, they eventually decided to fake the relationship in order to keep the peace.
“Then why don’t you do your homework?” replied an irritated Raku. Today there was supposed to be a study group consisting of Chitoge, Raku’s best friend Shu Maiko, Raku’s crush Kosaki Onodera, Kosaki’s friend Ruri Miyamoto, and himself. However, Kosaki had been forced to cancel at the last minute due to an issue at her family’s shop, while Ruri and Shu decided that they had more important plans. That just left him with the violent girl with gorilla-like strength.
“I already did it,” answered Chitoge as she flipped to the next page. “It was really easy. I’m surprised that you’re still not finished with it yet. Are you slow or something?”
“Why are you still here then?” snapped Raku. It was bad enough that he didn’t get to spend time with his crush, but to have to sit here and listen to Chitoge’s whining and insults was too much. “Just go home already.”
“I would if I could but I told father and the others that I would be spending the day studying at your house. If I went back now, they would think something was up. You don’t want them to resume their turf war, do you?”
“No,” grumbled Raku. As much as he hated to admit it, Chitoge was probably right. If anybody in either the yakuza or the Beehive found out that Chitoge and Raku weren’t actually dating, it could spell disaster for the city.
“Good,” said Chitoge as she sat up and swung her legs over the bed. “Just so you know, I am not enjoying this either. There are a bunch of things I would rather be doing, but instead I’m stuck here with you. Thank god it’s only for a couple more hours.” Chitoge got up off the bed and stretched. She then began walking towards the door.
“Where are you going?” asked Raku. “Even if we are in a pretend relationship, it’s probably not a good idea for you to wander around my house while all the yakuza guys are around.”
“Are you afraid that they might hurt me?” taunted Chitoge.
“No, I’m afraid that they’re going to do something extremely embarrassing. You know how those guys are.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. There’s nothing that those guys can do that will embarrass me.”
“It’s not you that I’m worried about,” mumbled Raku. “Now please answer my question, where are you going?”
“Toilet,” replied Chitoge. “Did you want to know the specifics too?”
“Hell no,” cried Raku, his face flush with embarrassment.
“Good,” said Chitoge as she opened the door and walked out into the hall. “I wasn’t going to tell you anyways. Pervert.” She then closed the door and set off for the bathroom.
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Ten minutes had passed and Chitoge had still not found the bathroom. Raku’s house was huge and there were way too many rooms. While she had been there a couple times before, she never once had to use the restroom. “This sucks,” she muttered as she walked down the hall clutching her crotch. She had been at Raku’s house since ten in the morning. In the three hours that she had been there, she had consumed roughly four 8oz cans of juice. She had only started feeling the urge to go within the last hour. As she walked, Chitoge could feel the juice sloshing around in her bladder. Chitoge was now beginning to regret not asking Raku where the bathroom was. As she reached the first floor of the house, she noticed that it seemed rather empty. Normally there were at least a couple of yakuza members hanging around, but she hadn’t seen anyone in her search for the restroom. Her desperation getting the best of her, she shouted “Where the hell is the damn bathroom?” No response came. The house seemed empty. “Damn it,” cursed Chitoge. “I guess I’ll just have to find it myself.”
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Fifteen minutes had passed since Chitoge had left Raku’s room. “I wonder if she fell in,” said Raku to himself. The very thought of that made him laugh a little. “That’s what she gets for being rude and condescending.” Another five minutes passed without her returning. Raku was now starting to get a little worried. “There is no way that it should take this long. I should probably go check on her.” Raku got up off the floor and walked out of his room.
A minute and a half later, he was standing next to the bathroom door. The bathroom on this floor was located at the very far end of the hall. Raku knocked on the door, “Chitoge, you’ve been in there for a long time. Is everything alright?” There was no response. He knocked again, but heard no response. “Look, if you don’t give me a response, then I’m going to try opening the door.” There was silence. “Alright then, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Raku grabbed the door handle and twisted, but the door would not budge. There was no response on the other side of the door. He was starting to get worried. “I’m not playing around Chitoge. Answer me you damn gorilla girl!” When he didn’t hear a response to that, he became extremely worried. Normally calling her a gorilla girl would be enough to get him beaten up. The fact that Chitoge didn’t come storming out told him that something was wrong. “Stand back,” he shouted, “I’m going to break open the door.” Using all the strength he could muster, he slammed his body against the door with enough force to break the door open.
The person sitting on the toilet was not Chitoge, but one of the yakuza members. The man had a girly magazine on his lap and was clearly taking a nap. He reeked of booze. Suddenly the man’s eyes flashed open. As he began to come to, he saw Raku standing in front of him. “Young master,” stuttered the man as he did his best to cover himself up. “What can I do for you?”
“Have you seen Chitoge Kirisaki around here?”
“Your girlfriend? Not since this morning. Wasn’t she with you?”
“She was until she left to find the bathroom. She’s been gone for twenty minutes.”
“Well, she didn’t come here,” said the yakuza member. “I’ve been here for…” the yakuza member looked at his watch, “shit, I’ve been here for almost an hour.”
“Chitoge must have gone to find another restroom,” muttered Raku to himself. He then turned around and ran down the hall. “Be sure to fix that door when you’re done,” he shouted before turning the corner.
“Will do, young master,” shouted the yakuza thug.
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Nearly thirty minutes had passed since Chitoge had left Raku’s room and she had still not found the bathroom. Somewhere along the way, she had become so lost that she was now standing in the backyard roughly fifteen feet away from the storehouse. She had searched the entire first floor and had had no luck finding the bathroom. Almost every door she had tried had been locked and the ones that weren’t belonged to the yakuza members and were cluttered with junk. Chitoge had not seen a single person the entire time she searched and she was now becoming extremely irritated. “Damn it,” she cursed underneath her breath, “I really need to pee.” The pain in her bladder was beginning to overwhelm her. She needed to relieve herself and soon. Chitoge scanned the area for a few seconds before spotting a bushy area next to the fifteen-foot-high wall that surrounded the house. The bushes were certainly tall enough and thick enough for her to squat down behind without being seen. As she contemplated whether she wanted to risk it or not, she felt something drip into her panties. It was warm. She didn’t even have to think twice about what it was. If she didn’t do something and fast, she’d soon be walking around with drenched panties.
“I guess I don’t have a choice,” whispered Chitoge to herself as she looked at the bushes. “I just hope nobody sees me.” Chitoge quickly looked to her left, her right, and behind her. Once she was satisfied that nobody was around to see her, she began stumbling towards the bushes. Each step she took was like pure hell. The contents of her bladder sloshed all around. With each step she took, she could feel the floodgates weakening. She was a foot away from the bushes when she heard someone call out to her.
“There you are Chitoge,” called a voice from behind her. As she turned around, she saw that it was Raku. She watched as he ran up to her. From the looks of him, he had been running around for a while. “Thank god I found you. I thought something terrible had happened.”
“There was no need to worry about me,” snapped Chitoge, her irritation building from missing her chance to relieve herself. “I can handle myself, thank you very much.”
“I know that,” panted Raku as he stared at the ground, desperately trying to catch his breath. “But I still get worried. Even with your gorilla like strength, you’re still a girl after all.” As he looked up, he saw that Chitoge’s cheeks were slightly red.
“Look, I don’t need a pansy like you worrying about me,” blushed Chitoge. While Chitoge initially despised Raku with a passion, as she had gotten to know him, she found that he was actually a decent guy. Of course, she would never admit that to anyone, especially him.
“I was just trying to be nice,” Raku snapped back. He took a moment to gather himself as it wouldn’t do him any good to get into an argument with her. “What are you doing back by the bushes anyways? I thought you were going to find the bathroom.”
“Oh that, I already found the bathroom,” lied Chitoge. “After I was done I decided to take a tour of the house to relieve my boredom.” The instant she said it, she began kicking herself. Why couldn’t she just admit to him that she had gotten lost while trying to find the bathroom?
“Well let’s head back inside. Like I said before, it’s not good to wander around here by yourself.”
“Fine,” grumbled Chitoge as she took one last look at the bushes. As they passed the storehouse, Chitoge saw a shadow move by the half open door. She stopped and looked at the storehouse. A split second later she thought that she heard a meow. “Did you hear that?” she asked.
Raku turned around. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw a shadow move in the storehouse and then I heard a meow. I think your cat might be in trouble.” Suddenly Chitoge sprinted for the storeroom.
“My cat, huh,” muttered Raku. It took a few seconds for him to realize something very important. “Wait a second,” he screamed as he chased after her, “I don’t even own a cat!”
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By the time Raku entered the storehouse, Chitoge was already searching for the cat. “Here kitty kitty,” she called softly while snapping her fingers.
“Chitoge,” shouted Raku as he walked towards her.
“Be quiet,” she loudly whispered. “If you shout like that you’ll scare the cat.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you about,” said Raku, “we don’t own a cat.”
Chitoge paused for a moment, “What did you just….” But before she could finish her sentence, the two heard movement behind them. They spun around just in time to see the door slam shut. A clicking sound came a few seconds later. The room was now dark except for the little bit of sunlight streaming in from a couple dusty windows located up towards the ceiling.
“DAMN IT!” screamed Raku as he ran towards the door and turned the handle. It wouldn’t budge. He then began slamming his fists against the door. “THIS ISN’T FUNNY! LET US OUT RIGHT NOW!!!” But no response came. The room was silent for a moment. Suddenly Raku heard a loud thud behind him. As he turned around he saw that Chitoge was on her knees. Her eyes were closed and her hands were around her ears, her entire body was trembling. It took a few seconds for Raku to realize what was going on. Not long after they had begun their fake relationship, several of the yakuza members had locked up Chitoge and Raku in the storeroom as a way of getting them to become closer. While locked in the storeroom, Raku had learned that Chitoge had a fear of dark spaces. That fear was now beginning to manifest itself.
Raku ran over to one of the shelves and pulled down a box. Inside of it was a gas powered lantern. He quickly took it out and lit a match. The room was now bathed in the lantern’s light. Raku kneeled next to Chitoge and placed the lantern on the floor. Grabbing both Chitoge’s hands and pulling them away from her ears, Raku softly said, “You can open your eyes now. Everything is going to be okay.”
Chitoge opened her eyes and saw that the room was no longer as dark. She looked down at the lantern illuminating the room. “This wasn’t here last time,” she said. “Where did it come from?”
“I put it here in case those idiots ever tried to lock us up in here again. Man am I glad that I did.”
“You had enough foresight to place a lantern in here, but yet you still fell for their scheme? What kind of idiot are you?” fumed Chitoge.
“I’m the idiot?” snapped Raku. “I’m not the one who fell for their trick. That was all you. The only reason I’m in here was because I was trying to warn you. If anyone is the idiot here, it’s you gorilla girl.”
“You want to say that again beansprout?” shouted Chitoge as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Her fist was clenched and from the look on her face, she was about ready to give him a beating of a lifetime. Just as she was getting ready to deliver the first punch, she felt another drop hit her panties. This one felt a bit bigger than before. Chitoge immediately released Raku and bent forward, her hands tightly grasping her crotch.
“Hey Chitoge, are you okay?” asked Raku.
“I’m just fine.”
“No, you’re not. If you were fine, then you wouldn’t be hunched over like that. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I told you I’m fine.”
“QUIT LYING!” yelled Raku, his face full of concern. “You’re obviously in pain so just tell me what’s going on.”
“You’ll laugh if I tell you.”
“No, I won’t. Just fess up already.”
“I have to pee,” relented Chitoge, her face flush with embarrassment. “I lied when I told you that I went to the bathroom. The truth is that I got lost while trying to find it.” Raku broke out in laughter. “LIAR!” she screamed as she socked him hard in the shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” chuckled Raku as he rubbed his shoulder. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“Because I was embarrassed.”
“So, when I found you over near the bushes earlier you were you planning on peeing behind them weren’t you?”
“Was not!” denied Chitoge. “I was merely admiring the topiary.”
“Sure you were,” said Raku sarcastically.
“This is all your fault,” declared an agitated Chitoge trying to change the subject.
“And how is this my fault?”
“You were the one that gave me the juice in the first place and then you didn’t bother to tell me where the bathroom was.”
“First of all, I didn’t make you drink all that juice. You did that on your own. Secondly, you never asked me where the bathroom was. If you had, I gladly would have told you. Don’t go blaming me for your own problems,” fumed Raku. Realizing that they weren’t getting anywhere by arguing, he took a deep breath and began thinking of a plan to solve Chitoge’s problem. A few seconds later, an idea hit him. Raku got up and began rummaging through the boxes on the shelf where he had gotten the lantern.
“What could you possibly be looking for at a time like this?” asked Chitose.
“I’m pretty sure that we had an empty jar or two around here somewhere."
“I’m not going to pee in a jar while you watch,” retorted Chitose, her face growing redder with each passing second. Part of it was embarrassment and part of it was anger.
“Of course not,” replied Raku as he continued rummaging through the boxes. A few seconds later he found what he was looking for. Turning around he extended the jar out towards Chitoge. “There is a place behind some tall boxes in the back corner. Take this behind there and do your business. I promise that I won’t look.”
“You’re crazy if you think that I’m going to pee in a jar. Knowing you, you’ll probably take it and hide it somewhere in your room where you can admire it.”
“What sort of pervert do you take me for?” spat Raku. “Why the hell would I want a jar full of your pee in my room. That is completely disgusting.”
“You’d do it if it were Kosaki’s,” snapped Chitoge as she sprung to her feet.
“What’s Onodera got to do with this?” blushed Raku. Although in truth, he couldn’t deny the possibility that he might hide the jar in his room if it were Kosaki’s. Disturbed by the dirty thoughts that were going on in his head, he decided to change the subject. “Just use the damn jar.”
“No,” screamed Chitoge.
“Use it,” repeated Raku as he held out the jar.
“I said no,” yelled Chitoge as she pushed Raku hard enough to send him tumbling back into the storage shelf. Just then one of the boxes that had been hanging precariously from the top shelf came crashing down onto Raku’s head. His body slumped forward. “Hey Raku, are you alright?” asked Chitoge as she knelt down next to him. The boy was out cold. As she got up, she heard a crunching sound. Looking down, she saw that she was standing on the broken remains of the jar. She reasoned that it must have fallen out of his hands when she pushed him. Her only option for relief was now gone. Without really knowing why, she looked towards the corner that Raku had pointed out to her. Sure enough, the spot was big enough to conceal her. Realizing that she was running out of time and had no other options, she grabbed the lantern and walked back behind the boxes in the corner.
Still holding the lantern, she looked down at the dusty wooden floor. “Am I really going to do this?” she asked herself out loud. As she looked at the floor, she felt another drop fall into her panties. Chitoge had reached her limit. It was now or never. Placing the lantern on the floor, she reached beneath her skirt and pulled down her panties. Looking at them in the lantern’s light, she could see a large yellow splotch on the crotch. Not wanting to get them any wetter than they already were, Chitoge removed her panties and shoved them in her skirt pocket. She hiked up her skirt and squatted down. Her heart was racing and her breathing was getting heavier. Chitoge knew that what she was about to do was extremely naughty, but if she didn’t do it she was going to wet herself. “Just do it,” she whispered to herself as she allowed her body to relax. Seconds later, the silence of the room was disrupted with the sound of her piss stream slapping the wooden floor. Chitoge watched as her stream jutted forth almost three feet in front of her. It was like a kinked-up garden hose that had just been unkinked. Her urine was spraying everywhere. She couldn’t help but moan in relief, but the moment she did, she became self-conscious and cut off her stream.
Chitoge shifted to the left a bit so that she could peek her head around the side of the boxes. Raku was still lying unconscious up against the shelf. Chitoge shifted back to where she was and resumed her stream. She watched as the lantern’s flame lit up her piss, giving it a shining golden color. The individual drops she sprayed almost looked like fireflies. Her stream would last for another couple minutes before dying out. As she finished up, she reached into her pockets to see if she had anything to wipe with. Unfortunately, all she had were her slightly soiled panties. Chitoge spent several seconds debating whether she wanted to use the panties to wipe herself with or not before ultimately deciding to use them. Once she was done, she stuffed them back in her pocket, stood up, and adjusted her skirt. As she leaned down to grab the lantern, she got a good look at the aftermath of what she had done. There was a piss puddle the size of one of the Great Lakes spreading across the floor in front of her. Part of it was still foaming. “I hope nobody sees this,” she said to herself before making her way back to Raku.
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The two were released from the storeroom almost an hour later. Raku had woken up several minutes after Chitoge had finished the deed, but he had no memory of how they got in there nor the discussion they had before he was knocked unconscious. Chitoge merely lied and said that a couple of the yakuza thugs trapped them in the storeroom and that he had hit his head while trying to find a way out. She was grateful that Raku bought the lie. As the two exited the store house they saw a large group of yakuza waiting for them. One of the yakuza members grabbed the lantern that Chitoge was still holding and said, “I almost forgot to get that one thing for the boss.” A few seconds later the man came running out. “Somebody get a mop, there’s piss all over the storeroom floor.”
Chitoge’s face went beet-red as the men began muttering amongst themselves. The men noticed this and turned their attention to her. Any hope of getting out of this scot free had just been shattered. At that moment she wanted to cry, but she knew that doing so would be the equivalent of admitting guilt. Her pride forced her to stare them down. Suddenly Raku stepped in front of her. “I’m sorry guys, but that piss puddle is my fault,” lied Raku. “I had to go really bad and just couldn’t hold it anymore. Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.”
“Nonsense, young master,” uttered one of the thugs.
“Yeah, it was our fault that this happened so we should clean it up,” added another one.
“Thanks guys,” said Raku as he grabbed Chitoge’s hand and began leading her away. “We’re going to go finish studying now.”
“GOOD LUCK!” they all shouted in unison.
As soon as they were far enough away from the group, Raku released his grip. Chitoge asked, “Hey beansprout, how much of what happened in the storeroom do you actually remember?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about gorilla girl,” smiled Raku.
“Thank you,” whispered Chitoge in English. Her voice was so quiet that what she said almost wasn’t audible.
“What was that?” asked Raku as they continued to make their way to his room.
“Nothing,” said Chitoge as she moved past him. Raku quickly changed his pace to match hers.
“You’re welcome,” he whispered back in English. It was enough to make Chitoge stop in her tracks.
“Wait a second, you heard exactly what I said, didn’t you? I also bet that you remember our conversation in the storeroom as well.”
“Who’s to say,” laughed Raku as he took off running.
“Get back here so I can pummel you!” screamed Chitoge as she chased him. All the while she had a smile on her face. She couldn’t help but think that maybe Raku wasn’t such a bad guy after all. Maybe given time she could learn to fall for him. Just maybe. |
I have no idea if people like my writing style or what I choose to focus on, but I write them for my entertainment ? I would be glad if you happen to like it as well. I'm intending to write three parts, so here's part 1. Part 1 is class, Part 2 is after class, and Part 3 is party.
Part 1: Class
It was Lily's last day of college. All she had to do for her last final was present to her classmates and she would have her nursing degree. Tonight, she would celebrate at her best friend Amber's house party. Right now, though, she was counting down the minutes until she could BS her way through her 10 minute presentation on "Advocacy in the Nursing Profession." She barely paid attention to the class to begin with - there were so many technical and medical things to learn, the big picture policy was what Lily skipped out on. But right now, she was especially distracted because she had to pee. Usually, she was someone with no hesitation to just leave during someone's presentation and come back, but rehearsing her presentation took all her attention. When she finally noticed how badly she had to pee, she was two presenters away from her own presentation. She probably had enough time, but Aisling, the presenter at the time, sped through hers in all of four minutes. Lily didn't want to risk stepping out while Brenna presented in case she did the same. Poor Aisling and Brenna seemed to be facing the same issue as Lily. They were all nervous about public speaking, which doesn't help with having to pee, and the 90 degree summer weather meant a lot of hydration. None of them thought about the consequences of that action...
Aisling did indeed speed through her presentation because she needed to go. She held it, assuming she could go after she presented, but that proved to be a mistake. By the time she got up, she felt light-headed and even considered letting a little out. Her tight khaki shorts would hide nothing, though. As she walked up, she clenched her kegels and had the irrational thought of being glad most of the class were heterosexual women. Her straight brown hair, brushed to one side, and green eyes, along with her curvy body, definitely would put her in the cute category, but her butt was out of this world. Just the other day, Brenna admitted she, a straight woman, regularly checked out her ass. On second thought, Aisling thought, maybe people would notice. She turned around and stood by the computer with her PowerPoint and tried to speak normally. She adopted an awkward pose of leaning against the desk with her legs tightly crossed, but it worked in offering some relief for the time being. As she neared the end, though, an overwhelming urge overcame her, and her eyes widened as she stuttered through her conclusion. Forcing herself to continue speaking, she ignored the first spurt drenching her thong. "And that's wh-wh-why... uhh... hospital workplace conditions are indicators of the quality of service."
Finishing her presentation, she asked, "Any questions?" as she prayed there would be none. Looking around the room, she could tell no one was paying much attention. She would definitely prefer that than rapt engagement at the moment, and that also meant nothing was showing. There were no quizzical looks, no sympathy, just blank faces. After a pause that felt like forever, she thanked the class to scattered applause and set her materials down on her desk before sneaking out as Brenna got up. Aisling rushed to the bathroom down the hall, releasing another, longer spurt now that she was out of the public eye. She felt this one trickle down her left leg but refused to look down as she banged open the bathroom door. As a third spurt, this one for a few seconds, came out, she grabbed a stall and slammed the door shut. She danced on the spot as she unbuttoned her shorts. She looked down and saw a wet patch on the front the size of a clementine going down the left leg and as she pulled her shorts down she could see it went down along the crotch towards the butt, about the size of a dollar bill. Probably just visible enough she couldn't show herself in class, she thought. She pulled down the thong and sat down exactly as the rest of her urine came gushing out, mostly making it. She felt a twinge of disappointment, though, looking at her quite wet underwear. She had peed herself once before, when she was running a half-marathon, but she wore black leggings and it was practically expected at events like that. As a child, though, she had struggled with holding it until early middle school, so to have even a small accident as an adult brought back unwelcome memories. She forced herself to forget about it and wiped the sweat off her brow before pulling out her phone to text Brenna, her friend in the class, to bring her stuff to the bathroom when she was done. "Hey Brooke, sorry for missing your presentation, I'm in the girls bathroom, could you bring my stuff to me when you're done? I'll explain when you get here."
Little did she know that Brenna was in a similarly difficult spot, though Brenna was struggling with a different bodily function. A whole week of studying meant Brenna barely paid attention to her body and she had only pooped once - at the beginning of the week. She remembered to pee before class, but she was rushed for time and didn't listen to her body on the other end. Grimacing as she set up her materials, her butt was clenched shut inside a pair of boyshort panties and professional gray slacks. As she presented, she started and stopped multiple times, distracted by her urge. She even let out some silent farts unintentionally. The class, barely paying attention, chalked up her performance to nerves, but Brenna's face was as red as her long hair. Sweat formed on her white blouse and at one point she gripped the end of the table. Lily, in the audience, looked on in agony as Brenna took the full time allotted due to her slow speaking. At one point, around three-fourths of the way through, Brenna felt an almighty weight drop as everything descended. She internally braced as she stopped speaking mid-sentence, but to no avail. "Nurses need to discuss societal barriers with... uh... umgh..."
A first turd poked out, pushed out until it hit her blue boyshorts. She realized she had stopped mid-sentence and did her best to continue talking normally as the first turd inched out. "...with social workers in order to ensure, umm, relevant medical advice for the patient."
It would feel surreal to poop in public and have no one notice as you spoke, but right now Brenna was just presenting on auto-pilot. The panties pushed out slowly before meeting resistance with her slacks and Brenna pinched off the first turd as she finished her conclusion. Despite not really having to pee, an inevitable squirt came out as well. She felt it roll down her right leg, but it was likely unnoticeable. She asked the audience for any questions, but no one had any as the faintest of odors wafted up to her nose. She stiffly walked off as people politely applauded. When she got to her desk, she meant to pick up her backpack and immediately leave, but she saw the text from Aisling on her notifications. She swiftly grabbed her materials too and exited the room, praying no one noticed. When she shut the door behind her, she touched the back of her slacks and could feel where the poop was, but it wasn't a large bulge by any means - she probably got away with it. She headed to the bathroom and the mess immediately presumed descending as she walked, the rest of the first turd coming out and curling up in her panties. She rushed into the bathroom and a stall, now distinctly able to smell herself, and unbuckled her belt as a second one started coming out. She pulled down her pants and dropped them, but as she bent over to pull down her panties, the rest of the second turd rushed out, crackling as it added to the bulge, now larger than an orange and barely held in place. It drooped left, the left leg band on her boyshorts pulled away from her pale leg. If anyone could see, they would see a large ball of poop precariously held in, about to fall along her left leg. She gingerly removed her underwear without incident, though, and dumped them out quickly as she sat down; she proceeded to let out the rest of her poop.
Next door, Aisling heard the crackling and saw the stained panties around the ankles of the stall next door. She decided against mentioning it and asked, "Brenna, is that you?"
A strained grunt was the reply before, "Yeah, Aisling, I got your stuff. Let's get out of here as soon as possible."
After a few wipes and a failed attempt to wipe off the underwear, Brenna left her stall and Aisling followed suit. While Brenna may have had the more extravagant accident, Aisling's was much more visible. They sized each other up before Brenna found some humor in their situation and chuckled. "Let's not tell anyone about this... we graduated and don't need to see any of these people again." |
Glad people liked it! Couldn't tell you where I got the inspiration from... the initial scenario came to me out of the blue and it sort of spiraled out of control from there lol.
Part 2: After Class
Back in class, Lily struggled through her presentation, crossing her legs under her long black dress. Sweat formed on her forehead, her straight black hair constantly falling in front of her face. She yearned to just press against her underwear, a red thong, as childish as that would look, but she managed to control herself in front of her classmates. Reciting her presentation on auto-pilot, she was almost surprised she got to the end, opening it up to questions. Fortunately, still no one was particularly engaged, so she quickly packed up her stuff and headed to the bathroom.
Unfortunately, a class next door had just gotten out of their final, and theirs' was a test, so people couldn't just come and go. Lily swung the bathroom door open and was greeted by three full stalls and a line of four women. Lily groaned internally but thought it wasn’t the worst wait. It was the only women’s bathroom in the School of Nursing, itself detached from the rest of campus to be closer to the affiliated hospital. Like most of her peers, Lily had driven to her nursing classes today.
She recognized the two women ahead of her. The one further ahead was Rita, a tall and curvy blonde, today dressed in a plain white tank top and gray leggings. The one directly in front of her was Cammille, also wearing leggings, though hers were black. Cammille used to play tennis, and her toned body, slimmer than Rita’s, showed through her leggings and plaid button-up.
Both Rita and Cammille were very serious women who were always consummate professionals in both classes and field work. So, it was no surprise to Lily that they stood there stiffly, Rita with her legs crossed, attempting to show no sign of desperation. Cammille was sometimes so haughty that Lily was tempted to say she had a stick up her ass (and seriously, who spelled Camille with two m’s, Lily thought), but given the clenched nature of her butt, there was something else stuck there.
One stall opened quickly and the next girl was in and out in a heartbeat, but the second girl in line immediately let loose what sounded like wet, border-line diarrhea. One of the other stalls was someone still straining to release the rest of her bowel movement while the middle one was taking her sweet time wiping. Rita and Cammille shuffled forward while Lily followed, immediately crossing her legs again after catching up. She bent over at the waist slightly in desperation and frustration, but what she saw shocked her. Her eyes directly pointed to Cammille’s toned ass, and she could see despite it being clenched tight, the smallest of bumps could be seen. She had begun to shit herself! It looked like she was wearing a thong, a common option with leggings to avoid pantylines, but it was also underwear that would contain nothing.
Lily looked ahead to Rita and saw a similar initial loss of control. A wet spot on the bottom of Rita’s full ass, along with a small streak on her left leg, indicated the beginning of the end. Both girls did nothing to let on their loss of control, standing perfectly still. Rita, in fact, stood with her legs tightly crossed as Lily witnessed the spot glisten and the wetness grow slowly as it reached her upper thighs on both her left and right legs. RIta was staring stonily straight at the stall door, willing one of the girls to get out. Lily looked back at Cammille, just in time to hear her catch her breath as the bump slowly grew until it was the size of a grape.
Watching these two girls lose control was a nightmare for Lily and she felt the first spurt, a warm trickle flowing down her left leg. She wondered if she could get home before losing control - she only lived about ten minutes away by car.
As she debated her choices, she saw Rita finally buckle as the wetness glistened and grew again. Rita shuffled over to the corner of the bathroom in a hurry and frantically pulled her gray leggings down, revealing no underwear, and squatted and peed directly on the floor. The loud hissing sound echoed in the bathroom, but no girl acknowledged it - the ones in the stalls were either preoccupied or feeling guilty while Cammille and Lily had bigger issues. Cammille’s bulge grew to the size of a clementine and started to droop to the right, along with a momentary glisten down the legs as an involuntary spurt likely followed. Cammile stood as still as a statue, refusing to acknowledge anyone, and Rita hastily pulled up her wet leggings. Lily could see a wet spot the size of an orange on the front and the size of a grapefruit on the back. Lily felt another spurt and knew she could not wait here - Cammille would have quite the cleanup ahead, as she saw the bulge grow even further, accompanied with the quietest of farts. Man, even Cammille’s farts were stoic, Lily thought. Rita silently speed-walked out of the bathroom and out of sight as Lily followed suit.
After exiting the bathroom, Lily practically sprinted to her car and gunned it out of the parking lot, desperate to make it home. She could feel the wet thong sticking to her and was reminded of it every time she moved her leg to brake or accelerate. She did avoid any further mishaps, though, and haphazardly parked her car along the duplex she lived in with her boyfriend and ran up to the front door.
It burst open and Bernard, her boyfriend throughout her entire college career, greeted her. “Congratulations! You’re done!”
He hugged her and lifted her in the air. Any other time, she would love his attention, but all it did was cause her to spurt heavily again, urine running down both legs. As she was set back down, she saw a couple spots on the ground. She said, “ Thanks, love, but I really gott-”
He interrupted her. “I said I was going to do this when we both finished college.”
He got down on one knee. He pulled out a little box, then dramatically opened it to reveal a ring. “Lily… will you marry me?”
Lilly was stunned. Of course she would say yes, but right now? When she was literally pissing herself like a baby? She felt a small trickle begin and it would not stop. He looked suddenly nervous at her lack of response, which prompted her to respond. “Oh… of course! Yes!”
She held out her hand, the trickle pitter-pattering on the ground. Her dress went down to her ankles, so he couldn’t see yet, right? He put the ring on and got up, kissing her. She reciprocated, but the sudden movement also turned the trickle into a flood as she finally wet herself completely, her legs warm and wet under her dress. When they finished their kiss, he looked at her lovingly. “I love you.”
She murmured, “I love you too.” She waited, dreading his reaction when he inevitably discovered she had wet herself. He looked her up and down, and only then noticed the giant puddle that had already reached his feet. He stepped back. “Um, are you okay?”
Her emotions flooded out. “I’m so sorry, I had to go so bad and there was a line in the school so I came home but you surprised me and I’ve been waiting for this moment and I want it so much but I just had to pee so badly… you probably regret this now.”
He laughed, not at her, but at the situation. “Lily, I’m proposing to marry you. That means I want to be with you through anything. This is nothing, I’m sure at some point I’ll break both my arms and you’ll have to wipe my butt.”
Lily groaned. She felt better about herself, but that was a terrible mental image. They made it in the house, though, and Lily went to clean up. She rummaged through her clothes to find something to change into and discovered, to her horror, that she had postponed laundry for months in order to wrap up school. She had one pair of underwear left, a rather bland pair of blue briefs, but nothing to wear to Amber’s party. She had pajamas and a couple athletic shorts, but she couldn’t wear that to a party! She checked her dress. It was relatively dry, save a few spots at the end by her ankles. The black dress showed little, anyway. She groaned as she went to the shower, stripping off her dress to re-wear and her thong to be replaced by the blue panties. At least no one but Bernard saw, and she could put it out of her mind tonight at the party. |
Hi all, here's part three. It got much more ambitious than intended, and there is smut, so fair warning.
Part 3: Party
Lily and Bernard arrived at Amber’s college house at 9 PM after a very nice dinner to celebrate their engagement. It was so nice that Lily had put the rest of the day behind her and was excited to party with her college friends for perhaps the last time before everyone moved.
They walked up the porch steps and swung open the front door to be greeted by Amber in a tank top and denim miniskirt, clearly ready for the summer. Amber’s time in the sun showed, with freckles very visible on her face, framed by her long blonde hair. Amber squealed and hugged Lily. Amber and Lily could not be more different - Amber was from a small town, Lily from the same city as the college. Lily’s mother was Jewish and grew up with diversity all around her - to Amber, Lily was diversity. Politically, they disagreed all the time. But they became fast friends as both immediately went into nursing and bonded over the excessive workload, occasional useless professor, and the stresses of field work. Amber dragged Lily and Bernard into the kitchen where she immediately handed them a Jello shot. “Happy graduation!”
They all dutifully did their shots, Amber with perhaps a bit more enthusiasm, having clearly already had a few drinks, before Amber introduced Lily to three women who were hovering by the alcohol in the kitchen. “Lily, you know Melissa. These three are Joanna, Alexandra, and Mercedes. They’re from my hometown and are visiting to celebrate my graduation!”
Greetings went around the circle. Melissa was in Lily and Amber’s program, a blonde woman wearing a plain t-shirt and high-waisted jean shorts. Joanna was a frizzy redhead wearing a bright multicolor romper with flower patterns while Alexandra was apparently an athlete at a different school and wore a team-sponsored athletic tee and team-sponsored leggings. Mercedes was a brown-haired shorter woman wearing just a sports bra and yoga pants. Lily privately thought it wasn’t THAT summer-y yet, and side-eyed Bernard for a second, but despite their attractiveness, Bernard didn’t seem to check them out. Lily wouldn’t have been mad if he had just checked them out, but she was strangely proud of him for not doing so, especially as Alexandra turned to pour herself another drink, showing her perfect athlete butt. Lily thought, amused, that she was checking them out more than Bernard. Amber’s gasp took her out of her private thoughts. “Lily! Is that… a ring?”
Lily smiled slyly and held her hand up. All the girls squealed and hugged Lily in congratulations (despite having just met three of them!). Amber demanded they do another shot to celebrate, which everyone happily obliged. In the commotion, four more people walked in. One tapped Lily on the shoulder. Lily turned around and saw her friend Kaia. When she was a freshman, Lily joined a sorority, but half-way through her sophomore year she grew sick of the excessive drinking and creepy frat guys, so she left. But, in her time there she befriended Kaia, a political science major who was also graduating. They hadn’t seen each other in a while, so they hugged tight before Kaia, too, complimented her ring (and told Bernard to treat her right!). Kaia introduced her friends she had brought. “Lily, Amber, this is Tiffany and Sam, and they’re both graduating with me in the poli sci program. And this is Sam’s girlfriend, Juniper, who’s a grad student at a different university.”
Pleasantries were exchanged. Kaia was a tall, dark-haired woman wearing a gray v-neck and white shorts - when she and Lily were in the sorority together, people often mistook them for siblings. Tiffany was not quite as tall, but skinnier, with wavy blonde hair and wearing a short white dress. Juniper, with shoulder-length brown hair, was wearing a simple purple t-shirt and jeans that accentuated her thick butt, holding hands with her boyfriend Sam. Amber gave Kaia and her friends shots to celebrate Lily’s engagement, this one pudding shots (White Russian pudding shots, actually, though no one questioned the content).
Bernard and Sam immediately proceeded to connect about a local sports team (Lily shook her head, thinking, “Boys!”), but it was clear this wasn’t going to be the kind of house party where people stood around and talked. Solo cup and drink in one hand, Lily and some of the other women in the kitchen proceeded into the living room, which had turned into a dance floor with almost twenty other partiers already there.
Mercedes had watched, slightly disappointed, as Lily walked in. The truth was, she was into the ladies and was a little disappointed someone as pretty as Lily was there with her fiance. Coming from the same small town as Amber, she never told anyone about her sexual orientation, and when she broke up with the only openly gay woman in town a couple months ago (because she didn’t want to become open about their relationship, while her ex did), she didn’t know where she could a new date. Or just a hook-up, really. She was friends with Amber, but never told her her secret, either, and did not tell her at least 30% of the reason why she came was that she was hoping her odds of getting laid were better at a graduation party in a major city, surrounded by nursing students (who, as she was well aware of, were mostly women). She did eye Kaia and Tiffany, though. They were both very attractive… could either be attracted to women? Mercedes, with her years of small town living, had what she self-described as horrible gaydar, but hopefully alcohol and dancing would be her wingmen as she followed the two to the living room.
A couple hours, several drinks, and some wild dancing later, and inhibitions were slipping. Mercedes had found her way to Tiffany over the past couple of hours and they had been talking. Tiffany seemed shyer than her, but a couple drinks in and they were bonding over politics (Tiffany, a political activist for Democrats, had plenty of sympathy for Mercedes’s hatred of her homophobic family members), future career plans, and… Mercedes’s sexual orientation. At some point, Mercedes just casually let slip that she was gay while ranting about her parents, despite her fears of coming out. She turned bright red, half-expecting Tiffany to just walk away, but Tiffany didn’t even react. They kept talking, and eventually, abruptly, Tiffany said, “Wanna dance?” And that’s when Mercedes knew… this could be a thing.
Kaia had been dancing earlier, but now she leaned against the wall, hunched over a little while talking to Lily and Amber. At one point, Kaia grimaced and leaned over and Lily swore she heard a fart over the loud music. Kaia asked Amber, “Hey, random question, what was in those pudding shots?”
Amber scrunched her face. “Uuh, they were White Russian pudding shots, so milk and cream--”
Kaia interrupted her. “Ah shit. I’m lactose intolerant.”
Amber didn’t know that and hadn’t thought about if anyone was lactose intolerant when she made them. “Oh… uhh… sorry… anything I can do?”
“Uh… this is embarrassing, but can I use your bathroom? And fair warning, I’m gonna be in there for a while.”
Amber hesitated for a second, but she shelved her own growing need. “Yeah, of course, there’s only one, but let’s go see if it’s open right now.”
Lily walked with them to the staircase but hung back as Amber and Kaia went upstairs. Lily glanced up before heading back to the living room, but as she looked up she saw Kaia bend over and a spot of brown grow at the seat of her white shorts. Lily winced in sympathy, but Kaia clenched her butt and kept walking before there was any more damage.
Upstairs, Amber heard Kaia’s fart but said nothing, leading her down the hall to the bathroom. Inside, Melissa pooped while her friend Naomi stood by, having just peed (and cut it very close, leaving a wet spot on her tan panties that no one but Melissa would see). Melissa didn’t like pooping in public, but ever since she got away with an accident at a club, she swallowed her pride and went when she felt the urge. Outside, Kaia farted again and she could feel more liquid poop ooze out of her. While her full cut underwear would contain it, there’s no way that wouldn’t stain. She asked Amber, “I’m so sorry, but can you give me a pair of pants or shorts to change into? I’ll give it back this week.”
Amber reassured her. “Of course, it’s my bad that you’re even in this situation.”
She grabbed a pair of similar white shorts (so people wouldn’t notice her changing!) from her bedroom and handed it to Kaia, whose face looked pained. Amber was skinnier than Kaia, so it would be tight, but they were close enough in height and size that it would be fine. Kaia let out a longer fart, this one quite audible and leaving a fresh coat of brown. Fortunately, at that moment, Melissa and Naomi stepped out of the bathroom. Both glanced at Kaia’s extra pair of shorts, but given their history, they certainly weren’t the judging type. Kaia rushed a thank you before closing the door and letting out another shart. If anyone could see her from behind, they would see a brown stain the size of a fried egg before she swooped her pants and underwear down and let loose on the toilet.
Amber returned to the dance floor to see most of the party still dancing, with Lily and Bernard cuddling on the couch and Juniper and her boyfriend Sam dancing happily together. She saw Mercedes and Tiffany very sensually dancing and didn’t even bat an eye. She always suspected Mercedes was gay, but understood she never felt comfortable opening up about that - she was just happy for her friend.
Juniper bent over while grinding with Sam and told him she was going to stop by the bathroom. Amber watched in apprehension, knowing it would be a wait. She had to pee, as well, but was confident she could hold it. Joanna, however, then stumbled onward towards the stairs, clearly very drunk and headed to the bathroom. Alexandra, too, seemed more intoxicated than her surroundings, but she was happily glued to the dance floor, dancing with anybody or just by herself.
At the bathroom, Juniper squirmed in front of the locked door. She had had to pee for over an hour, but she held it because she didn’t want to “release the seal,” as some called it. When drinking, after the first time you pee, you always have to pee frequently afterwards. Juniper regretted that as she danced on the spot. She crossed her legs and tried to control herself when Joanna arrived, but Joanna seemed a little too drunk to pay her much mind. She said, a little slurred, “Someone in there?”
Juniper nodded. Joanna groaned. She was kind of hoping to get laid tonight, and had worn very lacy matching white bra and panties, but she had gotten a little too drunk and danced a little too wild to talk to any boys. Besides, given the nursing focus of the room, there were very few available boys to begin with. She was regretting her outfit choice but perhaps thankful of the lack of boys - she had to go both number 1 and 2, and she certainly didn’t feel very sexy about that.
Back at the dance floor, Alexandra had found a single man, who was gladly dancing with her. Alexandra had to pee, but she didn’t care because she was drunk and she was with a cute boy. She could hold it. Next to her, Mercedes whispered into Tiffany’s ear, “Wanna get some fresh air?”
Tiffany nodded enthusiastically. Both were very much into some time alone, but Mercedes also really had to pee and needed to stop the constant dancing. She couldn’t believe her luck, though, and didn’t want to spend one moment away and lose Tiffany. Unbeknownst to her, though, Tiffany was in a similar boat, having to both pee and poop, but not wanting to lose her shot with Mercedes. She, too, was grateful for the break from dancing, as much as she enjoyed it.
Outside, the two appreciated the cool night breeze and having the porch all to themselves and sat on the porch couch, Tiffany leaning on Mercedes. Mercedes looked into her eyes and thought, “Fuck it.” They held eye contact for a few seconds that seemed to stretch on for ages before Mercedes leaned in for the kiss… and Tiffany reciprocated. Inside, Mercedes felt like she was pumping her fist after winning a sporting event, but she kept her cool and focused on making it a good kiss. It quickly evolved into making out as both made up for the hour of tension between them.
In line, Juniper swung her legs over each other and finally knocked on the door. “I’m sorry to bother, but I really have to go! There’s two of us in line.”
Kaia responded, “I’m sorry, I feel you, I’m hurrying as fast as I can!”
Juniper knew it would be irrational to rush someone clearly doing the best she could, but even so she was annoyed. So annoyed, in fact, it distracted her from how badly she had to pee… until she felt the first one-second squirt. She froze and then shoved her hand in her crotch, not caring if Joanna saw. Joanna, frankly, was too concerned with her own desperation and was trying to quietly release a fart without messing herself, easier said than done when incredibly drunk.
Juniper’s tactic worked for about thirty seconds before she felt another, longer squirt and the crotch of her jeans get warm and wet. She could feel it on her fingers! She muttered, “Fuck it” and ran back down the stairs, letting a couple more spurts out. She speed-walked past the dancing, fortunately with no one noticing or stopping her, before swinging the front door to get out of the house. Her half-baked plan was to find a quiet place in the yard, but two her right she saw Tiffany and Mercedes making out, though they were so into each other they paid her no mind. Tiffany was leaning over, and with her butt lifted in the air and her dress riding up just a little, Juniper caught a glimpse of her lacy pink panties and… the smallest of bulges? Juniper had no time to question it and rushed down the stairs as she felt a spurt long enough to go down the inside of her leg. She shuffled over to the side of the house, looked around and was satisfied no one could see her, then pulled her jeans and black underwear down in one fell swoop and just gushed piss for over a minute, creating a puddle in the dirt. She looked and saw her panties were quite wet and the crotch and inner left thigh of her jeans were wet, but when she pulled them up (grimacing since she couldn’t wipe), it was pretty invisible on her dark jeans unless you were looking for it (or she was hypothetically sitting with her legs spread out, something she did not intend to do). She walked as calmly as she could back to the party, crisis averted. As she passed the couple on the porch, she could see the bump had grown from barely visible to the size of the tip of her finger. She, however, was in no place to judge, and just kept walking to find Sam.
At the dance floor, Alexandra could not hold her piss anymore and was releasing it in spurts, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The boy she was dancing with clearly enjoyed her company and didn’t notice a thing while she left drops on the floor and invisible wet streaks on her black leggings. He was clearly too enamored with her ass on him to pay even the slightest attention to anything else. Perhaps she didn’t care because of her cross country career and the regular peeing while doing something else. Whatever the case, over the next ten or so minutes, she fully emptied her bladder without anyone noticing - the wet spots on the ground could just as easily be spilled drinks, and the occasional glisten on her legs could be the same. At one point, as he rubbed his hands on her, he whispered in her ears, “You wanna get out of here?”
Alexandra thought, “Fuck it” and said yes. His wandering hands grazed her crotch, and for a moment she thought she lost him, but his naive mind thought she was that wet. Alexandra rolled her eyes momentarily - very few people very rarely get so wet you’d feel it through that many layers, but hey. She was planning on hooking up with him for his body, not his mind, and followed him out of the house. She was certain her gray thong would be stained, but she was sure she could find a way to get rid of it before he got too… comfortable with her.
At the bathroom, Joanna too felt the first signs of loss of control as urine dribbled right past her lacy underwear and thin romper and down her legs. She had tried to fart as well, and, well… it hadn’t worked out, with the first half of a turd sticking out of her. If anyone could see her from the bottom of the stairs, they could easily see the bulge the size of a clementine through the leg holes of her loose romper. Fortunately for Joanna, though, Kaia finally came out of the bathroom, wearing tight white shorts that gave her a bit of a cameltoe (especially since she wasn’t wearing underwear), but were clean. Kaia apologized and quickly left while Joanna barged into the bathroom as the poop started moving again. Locking the door, she felt the first turd finish curling up and settling into the size of an orange, barely held in place, accompanied by piss rolling down her leg. She struggled to get her arms out of the top of the romper as her peeing picked up the pace, and by the time she was ready to pull down her romper she was peeing at full speed while a second turd was coming out. She dragged her romper down to her ankles and just sat down, not even removing her underwear, as she finished peeing and her poop pushed out of her underwear and into the toilet bowl. After another minute of pooping, she gingerly peeled her underwear off and dumped it out and began the arduous task of cleaning up.
Lily and Amber saw Kaia leave (and leave the party, actually), so they took the opportunity to go up to the bathroom. However, the door was still locked and they didn’t know that there was someone in there with quite the task ahead of them. Lily and Amber happily chatted about wedding ideas to pass the time, but the truth was Amber was straining to concentrate with crossed legs as she held back having to pee while Lily clenched her ass under her dress. Inside, Joanna had the arduous task of wiping the stains off her butt and her underwear and attempting to dab her romper dry and wiping down her legs, along with cleaning up the evidence in the form of puddles on the floor.
Outside the house, Tiffany could feel herself begin to lose control, but she was too embarrassed to stop and too into Mercedes. Mercedes’s nipples stuck straight out of her sports bra, and Tiffany wanted to touch them right this moment, whatever else was happening. Her poop inched itself further and further until it touched cotton… then it kept moving before Tiffany pinched it off. Mercedes, too, was struggling to hold it, and looking for a way out, suggested they stop by the bathroom and then steal a room. Tiffany gladly agreed and followed Mercedes up the stairs, a grape-sized bulge under her dress. They saw the line, though, and Mercedes quickly dived into the closest bedroom and locked the door, feeling reckless enough to take a random bedroom. Tiffany pushed her onto the bed and straddled her as they continued to make out, trying to ignore their other urges. Tiffany looked down and saw Mercedes’s yoga pants digging into her vulva and the smallest of wet spots on there. She’d have to be pretty horny to do that (and not wearing underwear!). Tiffany could feel herself get wetter and wetter too, despite her anus opening up and the rest of the turd beginning its descent. Tiffany held it in place as she continued to kiss Mercedes and work her way down her body.
Mercedes, honestly, wouldn’t be able to answer if she leaked a little or was just that horny. What she did like was Tiffany ripping off her sports bra off, and it wasn’t long before things escalated to Tiffany putting her hand in Mercedes’s crotch, first fingering her over her yoga pants before slipping her hand inside her yoga pants. Mercedes was doing her best not to be too loud, but she was also trying her best not to pee. She could feel the tiniest of spurts as the feeling of Tiffany’s fingers overtook all care of self-control, and praying Tiffany didn’t feel anything, she began to lift up Tiffany’s tight white dress so she could lick her nipples.
Outside the bathroom, Lily caught the heaviest push yet and pushed her butt against the wall and held it closed. She knew she looked ridiculous, but the only person who could see her was Amber, who was in no position to care. Amber was doubled over, wishing she could hold her crotch through her denim miniskirt. That inability to hold herself may have been her downfall, though, as a small leak sprung, dampening her white panties. If one could see from below, one would see a gray wet spot grow until it spanned her crotch from front to back before it slowly began trickling down her left, then right legs. They ran down her crossed legs and past her feet, creating a puddle before she finally gave up and let it all out. She uncrossed her legs and looked down as piss shot straight down between her legs.
Lily watched in shock as her friend gave up and the sight of her accident prompted Lily’s. Her anus opened up and despite all her efforts, a turd began to move out and curl up into a ball in her blue underwear. Under her black dress, invisible to others, she began peeing as well, peeing herself for the second time in a day. Lily couldn’t believe herself and hung her head as a puddle spread from below her feet and the now-familiar warm rivulets flowed down her legs. She continued to poop, a crackling sound with the occasional soft fart heard over the sounds of both her and Amber’s piss pooling on the ground. Lily’s pooping finally stopped after what felt like the third turd and she felt the back of her dress. She could feel the slightest of bulges - without the dress, the bulge would be larger than an orange, but her loose long dress actually hid both her accidents pretty well. Amber, as well, showed no evidence besides wet legs, her denim miniskirt staying out of the way. They looked at each other in shock, but also appreciated that they had each other when it happened. Amber could tell Lily was more hurt by it and hugged her. “Hey, accidents happen. Let’s get into my room and change and no one will know.”
Lily held back tears. “Sounds good… I peed myself earlier today… I can’t believe this happened twice.” Amber held Lily a little longer, ignoring the growing smell of poop. “I pissed myself in bed with a boy when I graduated high school, so don’t worry - this is nothing! We’ll get away with it.”
That was, until Amber tried her bedroom door and found it locked.
Inside, Tiffany’s dress and bra were off, she was still on top of Mercedes, Mercedes still hadn’t found out about her ongoing accident, and Tiffany’s hands were still expertly fingering Mercedes. Mercedes wanted to catch Tiffany up, but it was too late, and suddenly, Mercedes was bucking under Tiffany’s hands as she came. As she came, piss spurted out of her, drenching the crotch of her yoga pants. She spurted once, twice, three, then four times before it reduced itself to a trickle. Tiffany pulled her hand out and licked it. “A squirter, eh? I like that.”
Mercedes didn’t have the heart to tell her that was perhaps something else, but they were interrupted by a banging on the door. Amber shouted, “Hey, this is my bedroom! Please get out!”
Tiffany and Mercedes looked at each other, panicked. Mercedes threw back on her sports bra and adjusted her yoga pants, slowly letting out the rest of her urine, while Tiffany threw back on her dress. Tiffany opened the door and tried to think of an excuse. “Uhh… I’m so sorry… uhh…”
Mercedes saved the day. She let the rest of her piss out and said, “Tiffany was just trying to help me because I had an accident.”
The puddle and the streaks all the way down to her feet told everything. Amber immediately switched from anger to understanding. “Oh, I understand. We actually needed the room because… ummm… I had an accident as well.”
She lifted up her miniskirt and showed her drenched white panties. Having just pissed herself while cumming, Mercedes couldn’t help but find it incredibly attractive. Amber dug through her clothes and grabbed a pair of yoga pants. “These might be a bit long on you and your ass is much nicer, but try these.”
Mercedes gratefully took off her pants and put on Amber’s, and to her surprise, they fit. Mercedes said, “I owe you one big time. We’ll give you some space, but I’ll get these back to you, thanks!”
Mercedes dropped her own yoga pants in the trash and her and Tiffany snuck out. As Tiffany passed Lily, she thought she caught a whiff of poop… was that her? Was that herself? Maybe she wasn’t the only one dealing with this problem… Lily stood awkwardly to the side of the room, avoiding getting too close to anyone. Tiffany didn’t bother to think too much into it, since she still needed to go badly and Mercedes wasn’t distracting her.
As they closed the door behind them, they saw Joanna leave the bathroom and pass them. If they had looked closely, they would have seen the bottom of the romper was soaking wet and the faintest brown stain at the rear on the white parts of the pattern, but Joanna made it out of the party without anyone paying too much attention. Mercedes turned to Tiffany. “I think we have unfinished business.”
Tiffany nodded. “My apartment’s a five minute walk from here. Let’s go.”
Back in Amber’s room, Amber had changed into new underwear but wore the same skirt. In order to take off her underwear without letting anything out, Lily had taken off her dress entirely and now stood before Amber wearing just a blue bra and a blue and soiled pair of underwear. Amber couldn’t help but think the poop stretching the underwear accentuated Lily’s nice butt, which she immediately squashed as the weirdest thought she had. Lily spoke up, “Uhh, where do I put this pair?”
Amber looked around before grabbing a plastic bag. “Just throw these in here and tie it up.”
Lily gingerly pulled the underwear down, careful not to let any fall out, and stepped out of them, throwing them in the bag. Amber gave her her soiled white panties to wipe herself with, and after she had essentially all of it wiped off (she didn’t want to think about the fact that her skin was now covered in both her and Amber’s urine), she threw it in the bag and tied it up, dropping it in the trash. She put her dress back on before hugging Amber. “You’re the best friend ever.”
Amber hugged her back. “If we have each others’ backs in the emergency room, this is a piece of cake.”
Amber and Lily went back downstairs to turn down the party so Lily could spend some well-deserved time with her new fiance.
Tiffany and Mercedes had arrived at Tiffany’s apartment. Tiffany had slowly, as they were walking, let out the rest of her first turd, a clementine-sized bulge hidden by her dress. She had let out some piss as well, especially as she farted silently, and her lacy pink panties would not take any more wetness. Now, though, they just had to take an elevator five stories and Tiffany would be home free, hoping Mercedes couldn’t smell the mess. Mercedes, however, had caught on to Tiffany’s legs scissoring and knew Tiffany was where Mercedes was earlier - and her earlier accident had awoken something strange in her. She… she was even more horny than before. She pulled Tiffany in and kissed her eagerly, and as they waited for the elevator, Mercedes began to return the favor, fingering her through her panties. Tiffany was too horny to care, but she squirted… then again… then again, piss coating Mercedes’s fingers and running down her legs. She stiffened, her ears bright red, expecting Mercedes to stop… but she didn’t. However, a couple minutes later and a couple more spurts later, the elevator didn’t arrive. Tiffany pulled back and gasped, “I think we should take the stairs.”
Mercedes grinned. “After you.”
Tiffany felt a pang of apprehension, and yet whether it was her horniness, Mercedes’s earlier accident, or Mercedes’s clear disregard for her pissing herself, she wasn’t as worried about being caught as she thought she might be. She began the climb up the steps, and Mercedes followed, giving her the first sight of the brown bulge. Mercedes almost gasped out loud, but stopped herself - Tiffany could do anything, at this point, and she would want to sleep with her - and, despite not finding poop attractive at all, found Tiffany secretly hiding this accident this whole time incredibly attractive. As they marched up the stairs, Mercedes kept her eyes glued up Tiffany’s skirt, witnessing a couple dribbles glistening her pink panties and trickling down her legs and, on the third floor, seeing Tiffany’s butt un-clench as the bulge began to grow. Mercedes watched intently as the bulge slowly grew as Tiffany kept walking until they made it to the top of the stairs, at which point the bulge suddenly doubled in size as Mercedes heard a couple farts and some loud crackling. Urine started streaming down her legs in earnest and Mercedes watched as the puddle rolled down the stairs and past her feet. Tiffany stood, frozen, until her accident was over and then she immediately unlocked her door. Mercedes practically tackled her into the apartment and kissed her, telling her without words that the accident didn’t bother her one bit. Mercedes pulled off her dress and smiled, saying, “Let’s clean you up in the shower.”
Back at Lily and Bernard’s apartment, Bernard made the next move in their foreplay and pulled off her dress, surprised and excited by the lack of underwear. “Oh? You surprise me every day.”
Lily thought, “If only you knew!” |
"Don't forget we have theatre tickets tonight darling" my wife called to me as we both got ready for work that morning.
"Ha, I had completely forgotten," I laughed. "I may have to meet you there straight from work. What are you planning to wear?"
As I struggled to get a sock on she described a light but smart summery chiffon A-line dress that apparently hung just above her knee. I only remember because her next comment got my full attention: "Shall we play tonight dear?" she had asked.
To us, 'playing' meant her getting catastrophically desperate to pee and then holding it for way longer than nature intended. There was as much fun to be had in planning scenarios together as in her subsequently going through with them. This was one I'd never even thought of, though I asked whether she was thinking along similar lines to our many play dates at cinemas over the years.
"What, drinking a couple of pints of water two hours before the curtain goes up? No, that's lame; not challenging enough," was her reply. I made a mental note to book a VERY long film next time we played at the cinema. But what was she planning for tonight? She continued "I want you to do that darling, so we can play together. But I've got something tougher in mind for myself." She didn't let me get a word in to object before explaining "I haven't genuinely worried whether I'll make it home dry for ages, all our play and my practising has strengthened my muscles and increased my capacity a lot. I want to be worrying about it, then I'll enjoy it more."
"So what do you have in mind?" I'd got both socks on at last and stood in my underwear staring at her.
"Do you want to know or do you want a surprise?" She knew I'd want to know and my expression assured her she knew me as well as she thought she did. "You drink 2 pints of water in the car on your way to the theatre, so, what, 1 hour before the curtain goes up. Bring casuals to change into so that you're not holding in your suit. I'll drink mine earlier than usual and whatsapp you when I've done it. Until then, it's a surprise for you." She had siddled over to my side of the bed and was hugging me, looking into my eyes. Now she fondled my through my underwear. In a teasing voice she asked "Will the suspense get you hard? Might you get a bit of precum on those undies? If you do, message me!" with that she let go of me and returned to dressing herself.
We arranged to meet at the theatre at roughly the time I thought I could get there from work, in time for a pleasurable drink before the performance. She would get the bus to town then walk to the theatre to meet me, so that I could drive her home while she concentrated on not peeing.
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I work as a consultant in a mid-sized firm, with my job making me travel fairly frequently. Today I only had one meeting out of the office, late afternoon in a nearby big town. I was always nervous about holding in public - I knew I couldn't manage to last through most of the challenges I set Imogen - so while driving to work I decided that being out of the office would be a perfect excuse to dehydrate myself during the afternoon, so that the 2 pints I had to drink would take longer to bother me. With that resolved, I was able to settle at my desk, though I couldn't concentrate as I was constantly wondering what time Imogen would start her 2 pints. When playing at the cinema, she tended to pee then drink 2 hours before the advertised show time, so she'd consumed it all at least 90 minutes before the adverts started, and with an average length of film and the drive home afterwards, she'd have to wait at least 4 and a half hours after peeing. She tended to be feeling a semi-strong need to pee before the adverts started. Recently she'd started buying those big fizzy drinks in cinemas to 'keep herself topped up' as she put it. God I love her.
With the show we were going to see tonight starting at 7:30, and her desire to make it more challenging for herself, she'd obviously pee and drink the water earlier; I tried to guess her thinking: maybe she'd start at 4:30, before she finished work and so be finished by 5pm. Most likely that would see her holding for a bit over 6 hours which would be a sight to behold once she could fidget freely in the car on the way home.
She was right as usual, of course. All those thoughts had got me semi-hard and leaking a little pre-cum, I was so turned on already. I must have gone through the same chain of thoughts at least 25 times that day, arriving at the same conclusion every time. So much so that I was convinced that was what she would do. You can guess the effect it was having on me (and my productivity, don't tell my boss!)
I drank less than usual all day, and after my meeting the other side of town made sure to have a barely-needed wee, then bought the water at a shop on the business park to drink while I drove to the theatre. I hadn't had Imogen's whatsapp yet, which frustrated me. She should have had the water at least an hour before me just to match her usual cinema 'play'. Before starting the car I sent her an inquisitive, almost disappointed message and she replied instantly, far too quickly with hindsight. It read 'Sorry, forgot to tell you. What an idiot! I'm all done, see you soon, love you Ix' She knew I liked the detail, and she equally knew that the lack of it in that message would annoy me. I fired back 'So, when did you drink?' the lack of a kiss at the end would get my state of mind across.
She replied 'Earlier. Tell you when I see you Ix'
I couldn't stop myself replying 'I've been thinking about you all day, tell me!' but she didn't reply until I'd started driving so I couldn't read it until I parked at the theatre. She'd written 'It's going to be good, trust me Ix'.
I found her at a table in the bar, wearing the dress she'd described and looking gorgeous, as always. She rose to greet me and kissed me passionately, knowing I'd lose the mood instantly seeing her legs on show and with a nice kiss. I asked her to get me a soft drink from the bar while I went to the gents to change out of my suit, which I'd also return to the car. In the cubicle the toilet caught my eye, and I wondered about cheating by having another pee, even though I didn't need to go yet. I suppressed the idea long enough to get changed and buttoning up the fly on my jeans acted as a barrier to my weakness. My fate was sealed.
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When he walked into the theatre I was about to give up and pee, at least to let some pressure off. I knew I'd overdone it when I was feeling really full by 3pm, and needed to go as badly as after our cinema play times by 5pm. But once he arrived I gave myself no choice, I was doing this for him as much as for me, and I'd do it to the best of my ability. Standing at the bar to order his drink was horrendous, with all those strangers there I couldn't bear the thought of fidgeting publicly, but try as I might I couldn't stand still. Anyone who looked at me for more than a couple of seconds probably realised my problem, as I was pacing around while the barman served the OJ and lemonade.
I was back in my seat by the time Pete came back. Sitting was so much easier on my poor bladder. I could actually stay still and look composed. He looked great in his jeans and shirt, I'd enjoy the rare treat of him fidgeting in those later. But first, I'd teased him long enough. I lent forward to whisper in his ear, and grabbed his hand to emphasise that I was putting myself through this for him. "I'm utterly bursting darling, how are you?"
He was fine, didn't need to go at all yet apparently. Lucky thing! He begged me to tell him what I'd been up to. I told him about peeing before lunch at work, then drinking 2 pints at the pub with a colleague. About being full by 3pm, about being at an 8 or 8 and a half by 5pm, and about drinking water during the afternoon despite that. He pressed me for details, "Probably only another pint or so," I told him, underplaying it somewhat. About the exquisite delight at seeing the colleague pee three times during the afternoon, the first time before we'd even left the pub. Knowing I'd held so much longer than her already, knowing I was the master of my bladder and not a slave to it like her and so many others. Knowing what all this would do to him. At that I reached under the table with my other hand and touched him - he was erect and evidently very excited. Feigning tiredness last night to avoid sex had been a good move on my part, making both of us even keener now.
"Were you fidgeting at work though Immi?" he wanted to know. I nodded coquettishly. "I knotted my legs together and just swayed them backwards and forwards under my desk," I explained. I'm a receptionist at a Doctors' Surgery, so patients and visitors can never see my legs and colleagues are usually only passing my desk for a moment on their way in or out. Finally I told him about my extremely fidgety bus ride from work to the town centre and then walking cautiously to the theatre. So cautiously that it took me longer than usual to walk and I'd arrived not long before him, so I'd only had a half the small glass of wine he could see on the table in front of me.
Of course he asked "But will you be able to last through tonight sweetie? You're usually at 8 when we get home from the cinema..."
My response was a lot more confident than I was feeling. "Of course darling, there's little doubt in my mind. I told you I wanted to worry myself, to challenge myself."
He perked up at that, I think he'd been expecting me to dash off for a partial pee before the show. Honestly I felt hugely bloated, my bladder was seriously hard and felt like a balloon that had been overfilled, stretching more than it wanted to. I was already breathing shallowly to avoid shocks to my bladder and I knew that moving would be tough. I had to admit to myself I was at 9 and a half now, and told Pete so. You see, I have a special skill that I can suppress fidgeting when I sit down, especially in public or when I'd be embarrassed for others to see it, but I can't suppress the penguin-like walk when my bladder gets to this stage. I hadn't been at this stage out of our home for a long time; at home I'd happily drink loads more, sitting on my heel in the lounge and then waddling to bed. I'd started to sweat too, the body's tell tale sign that it's trying to expel the liquid from my bloodstream any way but letting the kidneys process it. It's not very ladylike, but it's great to get to that stage of desperation, it proves I have actually pushed myself. I have several friends I'm close enough to that I can discuss my fetish with them: none of them even knew there is a sweating stage. I'd told them that means they've never actually been full, which they all denied unconvincingly.
Pete could feel me sweating as he still held my hand. He knew what it meant too. He seemed to be unsure what to say. His chivalrous side came out. "Are you SURE you want to go through with this? I mean, I hate to think of you not making it during the performance." He looked at his watch, just over 10 minutes until curtain up. I always know the exact time when I'm that full, time seems to pass so slowly!
I sighed. "Pete, I'm properly bursting, I've never lasted - what do you think, over 3 hours before we're home?" he nodded, "from a 9 before! I'm concerned I've over done it and might leak in there. I'm even more worried someone else will notice how badly I need to go. But I'm not giving in, I wanted this and I've got it." I giggled. "I might have wanted this at about 10pm not 20 past 7 but oh well. Shall we go in?" I nodded to the door just as an announcement was made asking all guests to take their seats.
He asked once more if I was sure I wanted to go through with it. "Last chance," he said. I was sure and told him so, slightly angrily. I didn't want him to give me a way out. But he didn't; once he knew I was determined he took a different tack. "In that case, do you want another drink?" he teased me. "Wine, beer, cider?"
A thought struck me. "Get me a double brandy, neat. It'll help numb it for a bit."
Making our way to our seats was pure agony. I couldn't stand up straight, and walked very slowly hunched over, all my actions inevitably designed to prevent shocks to my bladder which might defeat my overstretched muscles. A minor miracle meant we were seated on the end of a row, and I whispered to Pete that I'd like to be on the end, quickly reassuring him that it wasn't so I could rush out but so I could fidget without a stranger sat next to me. He immediately let me have the exit seat.
The first half was incredibly difficult. I almost downed the brandy in one, I was at that stage where I was so desperate I had to do everything really quickly, really urgently. I kept looking at my watch to try to make time pass quicker. I realised at one point I'd looked at it 7 times in 30 seconds. I involuntarily fidgeted in the seat by swinging the leg nearer Pete in a wide arc, and by waving the other foot backwards and forwards in the aisle next to me. About 20 minutes into the first act I forced myself to sit still for what felt like a whole minute, but when I checked my watch (again!) I'd only managed to stay still for 20 seconds. I was frequently shifting my position in the chair, which unfortunately squeaked every time I moved. Pete kept casting me glances, increasingly frequently as the first act continued.
I don't know how I avoided holding myself, or how I avoided wetting myself, during that first act. By the time it seemed like the actors were building to a crescendo agony no longer described my need to go. I have deliberately held on so much to such extremes so many times that intense desperation is quite routine for me, but this was something else. Something new. Something exciting and terrifying. I genuinely sat in that seat in the theatre wondering to myself every second how I hadn't wet myself yet. I'd achieved my aim of challenging myself with something tougher, that was for sure. And I was incredibly turned on. My whole fabric seat was bathed in my sweat that was literally running down my face and all over me, even the backs of my knees were sweating. I couldn't tell you anything about the plot of the play or the character's names, my whole concentration was on not leaking and not embarrassing myself by fidgeting such that other people noticed.
The lights going up for the interval was a blessed relief. Firstly it meant I was about half way through this torture I was inflicting on myself, and secondly it meant that I had 20 minutes in which to decide whether to brave it out or to give in and either pee in the theatre or to rush home with Pete for some very hot sex.
Pete! I'd forgotten all about Pete's hold.
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I have never seen Immi so desperate in public, and probably never so frantic at all in fact, because at home she might have drunk more, done longer holds or pushed herself to even greater extremes, but it was obvious when we sat down for the show that this was something that would be very difficult and I honestly thought she wouldn't make it. Not dry anyway. I was very conscious of her fidgeting during the first act, and of her annoying squeaky seat which revealed her incessant movement and frequent shifts of position to me and probably everyone around us. However as the act went on I also became aware of my own need to pee increasing alarmingly quickly. It struck me that I couldn't complain about it because I was obviously better off than my darling wife. Maybe she'd been cunning. By the time of the interval I was properly bursting, I'd squeezed myself twice in the last ten minutes to control the urge to pee, and I could only describe myself as at a 9. I couldn't face holding through the second half, and hoped to God that Immi would want to go home to measure this hold.
It didn't help that other theatre goers were pushing past us to get to the bar or toilets. One guy even asked his group of friends as they passed us whether they wanted the bar or the toilets first. Once the hubbub had died down I turned to talk to Immi. She had tears in her eyes and was trembling. I'd never seen her look so vulnerable or so attractive. My discomfort was immense and I'd never willingly get that full in public again, but I had to know about Immi's state first.
"How bad is it?" I asked, breathlessly.
She grimaced, shuddered, gesticulated at her crossed legs and finally whispered to me "Fucking fantastic but I'm way above a 10. Way above anything I've ever done before. This is my fullest and my most desperate, I don't want to waste it Pete but I'm amazed I haven't wet myself already. What should we do?"
"Are you asking me whether to go home now?"
She couldn't answer. She half smiled at me while an urge consumed her concentration. Her answer, when it came, was long, confused and indicative of severe desperation. "Yes, but I don't want to give in. I can't think, I don't think I can last as long as it'll take to get to the car but I felt like that almost as soon as we sat down. What should I do? I can't take another moment but at the same time I think I can. Oh God I want you inside me!"
I shifted uncomfortably. "Are you at 10 yet?" I couldn't wait for her to answer, and said far too loudly "I'm easily at a 9 love, I'm not sure I should drive home. You've got to decide, I can't guess what's going on inside you, but I know what's going on inside my bladder." I stopped and looked around me at the few theatre-goers who hadn't left their seats. No-one had turned to look at me thank goodness.
Immi was stock still, mesmerized by the feelings she was experiencing or about to wet herself, one or the other. The feeling evidently soon ended and she looked me in the eye. "Force me to hold it darling, do anything to make this happen the way I want it to. The way no doubt you want it to as well."
I made a decision. "I'm going to go and wee, buy you another brandy, and that way I can concentrate on you. Wait here." With that I left before she could protest.
"Find out what time it finishes!" she called after me.
I had a really very good pee in the Gents, though another guy who was peeing at the urinal before me was still going strong after I'd finished. Bladder-shamed by my wife and a stranger in one evening, not good. I fought through the crowd to order a neat triple brandy for Immi and a non-alcoholic beer for me.
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While Pete was gone all I could think was "The bastard's weeing right now, how could he put me through the torture of knowing?" over and over. My own need didn't get any better while he was gone, and by the time he was back I was convinced I'd got a wet patch on the back of my dress. If not from leaking, then from a combination of sweating and being intensely turned on. I surreptitiously felt my dress while I twisted sideways to let Pete get by me back to his seat, it didn't feel wet but I couldn't be sure.
He handed me a big brandy which I downed in one. The alcohol would help temporarily until it began to dehydrate me and force more liquid into my bladder. Until it kicked in I just had to make the best of it using my own strength. I realised it wasn't really a battle of muscle strength against pee pressure any more, it was a battle of my determination against my inner demon telling me to worry about being noticed or leaking. Pete told me the show was due to finish at 10:20 and was running to time - so maybe 5 more minutes of the interval and then an hour to survive, then the horrendous thought of walking to the car and the much more agreeable thought of the drive home, when I could hold myself if needs be. Who was I kidding. Delete those last 3 words.
I wasn't going to make it, I needed the privacy of my own home to contemplate waiting a second longer. So I'd have to admit defeat, use the ladies here and apologise profusely to Pete. "Take me to the Ladies Pete, now. Help me!" I begged.
He looked at me blankly, a distinct concern crossed his face, then he stood up. "No," he said. "You have often asked me to help you wait longer but never really seemed to need any help until now. You seem to be having a crisis of confidence, am I right?"
He was so right. I nodded imperceptibly, afraid to shake my bladder even with that movement. "I can't stand up though. And my kidneys hurt."
"We're going to take you home," he assured me, and with that almost dragged me out of the auditorium. Contrary to my expectations moving was easier than it should have been, clenching to prevent leaks came naturally again instead of requiring very conscious effort. I found myself trying and failing to walk straight upright instead of half crouched as I tend to at my bladder's limit - social concerns to the fore to avoid strangers even knowing I needed to wee though I might wet myself in front of them!
Putting the seat belt on in the car was troublesome. How to twist to reach it was my first challenge, which Pete overcame for me, but how to fasten it without any part of it touching my distended, stretched, bloated and bulging bladder was a bigger issue. Every second mattered to me and wasting vital time on this upset me more than it should. Eventually it occurred to me that I could hold myself in the car and no-one would know except Pete, so my arm could go inside the seat belt to hold it away from my bladder. That made things a lot easier though I was no less desperate.
Pete would usually ask incessant questions when I was full so his silence told me he was thinking. "Pete, I'm in new territory, I might wet the car seat, is that OK? I so want to make it home to measure."
He shook his head. "Two things: one, you're a grown adult and can hold on a bit longer, two, I am having sex with you when we get home before any measuring. Ok three things, three, if you wet the car seat I'm putting the pictures on Facebook. Is that adequate incentive to hold on?" he looked at me sidelong as he drove. I realised he was smiling, challenging me. Two can play at that game. I told him I'd never sleep with him again unless he got me home dry.
I cried as he replied "Do you think this is over when we get home? Do you? You set yourself up for this, to last another hour and a half or so, to the end of the show plus the drive home. Leaving the theatre doesn't reduce your target. Plus neither of us have eaten dinner, so we ought to stop off on our way home. Where do you fancy?"
Through the tears I felt defiant. I'd been at 9.5 at 7:20, very rapidly reaching maximum 10 out of 10 over two hours ago. I'd never held for more than 45 minutes once reaching 10 before, but I'd managed it so far, somehow, though in that moment in the car I knew it was as much luck as muscle strength. Looking back I can't work out what impact luck has on my bladder's stamina.
Despite wanting to wait longer I was scared and unwilling to commit to anything. "Pete I was about to wet myself 2 hours ago, forget it. Take me home. No!" I screamed as he indicated to turn towards the town centre, away from home. I cried afresh while he seemed to take forever to find a parking space. One the engine was off he turned to me and uttered 2 words in the most loving tone I can remember him using "Trust me."
Then to my utter surprise he roughly shoved his hand up my dress between my legs, removed my hand and rubbed me to an immense orgasm. It happened so quickly my bladder didn't complain too much. When he'd finished he sucked his finger clean, looking seductively at me while he did so.
"Isn't that why you're doing this to yourself Immi, for sexual satisfaction?" he paused long enough that I probably should have replied but all I could do was whimper, fidget and clasp my hand to myself again, pressing really hard now. I don't know about you but orgasm temporarily increases my urgency to pee, which 5 minutes before hadn't seemed possible. When I didn't reply he sighed and asked "Chinese, Indian or fish and chips?"
"I can't go onto a restaurant darling, I'll be too embarrassed," I thought of adding 'look at me' but figured he knew. Every word hurt, somehow adding to the risk of my bladder giving in.
And while he rushed off to get the takeaway curry he fancied, my bladder turned cartwheels inside me. The uncertainty of an indeterminate wait for him to return had unsettled it.
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My plan was two-fold, firstly to extend Imogen's involuntary waiting time while I waited for the fix to be cooked, but also to sneak into an ally to pee again. I'd broken the seal and was never as good as her at holding anyway. For some reason I always felt awkward going to the loo before sex if she was holding, so hiding my second wee from her was a selfish solution.
When I got back almost to within sight of the car I broke into a jog despite the takeaway bag I was carrying, to give the impression to Immi that I'd been as quick as I could for her sake. I saw that she was no longer sitting in it but was pacing around the dark car park with both hands between her legs.
She gingerly lowered herself back into the car as I almost threw the takeaway onto the back seat, which made the beer bottles I'd also purchased clink. I jumped into the drivers seat then immediately jumped out to run around to pass Immi the seat belt again. Once I was driving she metaphorically raised an eyebrow at the clinking bottles. I explained "You know as well as I do dear that if we'd gone for a curry you'd have had a couple of pints. So I bought you two Cobras," inclining his head to the back seat. "Want one now or when we get home?" he joked.
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On a normal day doing a normal hold I'd have taken that challenge and downed a bottle right there in the car, primarily to turn my sweet husband on a bit more. But this was so far out of my comfort zone that I had no idea what another few millilitres that my kidneys might manage to produce before we got home would do to me. So instead I did my best to giggle at him, and experimented with removing one hand from myself to gently hit him.
Since being in the car I'd spent less time staring at my watch, but I realised as we were nearing home that what with the journey, the orgasm and the wait for takeaway it was nearly 10:20. In around half an hour I'd have reached my target. Not that it felt doable, but I had made myself survive until we got home.
Getting into the house was a fiasco. Pete abandoned the takeaway to help me the few steps to the door, but left me in the hall under strict instructions not to pee while he retrieved his precious curry. One he was back I insisted he strip me naked, the constant sweating had soaked my dress making it uncomfortable. Though admittedly not as uncomfortable as my bulging bladder.
Pete has always been an attentive lover; one or more of his exs must have taught him well. Based on stories he's told me and scenarios he's had me act out they had certainly indulged him by playing. So foreplay usually lasted well into a second hour before he even considered penetration. Tonight was no different, despite my bladder screaming at me and my constant begging for him to "get on with it" coupled with fidgeting that made it quite difficult for him, he'd licked me and fingered me to several orgasms and a surprising contrasting sense of relaxation despite my intense desperation.
While we made love in the only position I could tolerate - missionary - I whispered into his ear how I was feeling so, so full and how I'd almost burst 5 hours before at the theatre bar, and finally admitted that I hadn't had just 1 pint of water at work during the afternoon, but 2, plus a cup of tea brought to me by a well-meaning colleague. I thought I'd push him over the edge into his own orgasm with that sort of talk, but instead he adjusted his rhythm and made me cum again, with the most perfect orgasm I've ever experienced. At last he gave in to his own pleasure, so finally sated after a whole day of being almost constantly turned on, we cuddled briefly.
To my utmost surprise I woke up a few hours later in a new agony, my whole belly was bloated and protruding. My kidneys felt like they were on fire and I was unpleasantly hungover. 2 pints at lunch plus 5 brandys while drinking less water than usual had ironically left me dehydrated despite the huge amount of pee in my bladder. I felt so unwell I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed yet, so lay there feeling awful until my fidgeting woke Pete up.
Hangovers always make me horny so being the gentleman he is Pete made love to me again after helping me measure. This time the new record I'd set meant he couldn't control himself and he came very quickly. That record will probably stand for years, but the experience I'd had and glorious sex it led to meant I would try very frequently to beat it. |
This is my continuation of my Emily and Serena stories. This one comes after "Emily's desperate test".
"Hey Serena, are you ready to go?" Emily called out to her friend. "Yeah Em, I just got a couple more things to pack." The girls were very excited. Emily's parents would be staying at a nearby military base for the weekend, before being flown to a foreign country for their next mission. Serena and Emily were goind to visit them. It had been a few months since Emily had seen her parents, and she was very eager to see her family again. Serena was very eager to see them as well. Since her grand mother had passed away, Emily's parents were the closest thing Serena had to parental figures. Emily's paents understood that, and always treated Serena like their own daughter. The girls finished packing their suit cases and headed out in Emily's car. It was a friday afternoon and they would be staying until sunday afternoon so they packed very light.
The girls got in Emily's car and Emily began driving. On this day, Emily was wearing her beatiful low cut white tank top with short shorts, and Serena was wearing a pretty white sundress. The girls were very anxious to get to the base. The base was about four hours away, so they were in for a long trip. The trip began with a little chit chat between the girls. "Hey Em you must be really excited to see your parents." "I am!" Emily replied enthusiastically. "That's the worst part about having parents in the military, you never get to see them." "Yeah, i'm really excited to see your parents too. They always have such interesting stories."
The girls continued chatting for about half an hour until Serena felt her stomach growl. "Grrrr!" "Uh, hey Em, you mind if we pull over somewhere to get some chow, i'm pretty hungry." Emily thought about it for a few seconds. "Well, i'm getting kinda hungry as well, and it is around dinner time. Ok, let's go eat. But we can't make too many stops, I don't want to be stopping too frequently and end up getting to the base too late." "Ok." Serena agreed. Emily continued driving until she found an exit with a McDonald's. They took the exit and went to go eat.
Emily just ordered a coffee and a cheeseburger. Serena on the other hand, ordered a feast. She got a big Mac, large fries, and a large coke. They sat down and began to eat. Emily was taking small little bites, and Serena was scarfing it down like a wolf. "Serena, slow down, no one's gonna take it from you." Emily joked. "Om nom grumf! I can't help it I love this food. I'm gonna go get another soda, i love these free refills." Serena went and refilled her soda at the machine. "Wow, Serena, how many have you had?" "This is my third, but who cares they're free, right?" Emily rolled her eyes and resumed eating her burger. As soon as the two girls finished eating they got back to their car and resumed their trip.
For the next thirty minutes, things were pretty silent between the two. Emily drove, while Serena digested her large meal. The silence however, was broken when Serena stated; "I have to pee." Emily looked at her angrily. "Well what did you expect with the way you chugged all those sodas? What did i say about wanting to make very few stops?" Emily asked irritated. "I'm sorry. I know i should've gone before, but now my bladder is getting really full." Emily sighed. "Can you hold it for a little while? I'll stop again a little later." Serena nodded.
At first Serena tried to keep her mind off of peeing. She played on her phone to try and distract her. This worked for a little while, until her need started to increase. At this pint, Serena began to fidget a little. She was occasionally grabbing her crotch and shaking her legs. She tried to think about something else to take her mind off it. She thought about how much she like Emily's family. She though of all the stories she would get to hear and of all the fun she would be having this weekend. But suudenly, the not so pleasant thought of her wetting herself before she got to the base popped into her head. She snapped out of her daydream to realise her bladder situation had gotten a little worse. She looked at her watch and saw that about half an hour had gone by since she last asked Emily to pull over. "Uh hey Em, I still need to pee. Can we please go somewhere?" Serena pleaded. "If we stop now then we'll probably have to stop again later. You can hold it a little while longer." "Fine." Serena said with an adorable pouting expresion on her face.
Serena continued fidgeting in her seat. She was grabbing her crotch quite frequently now, and vigorously shaking her legs. She thought of how unfair it was of Emily to make her wait to pee just to want to save time. "Emily of all people should know how bad it feels to be desperate to pee." Serena thought to herself. After all, only a couple short months ago, Emily had wet her panties after not being allowed to pee during her math test. Serena continued grabbing herself and fidgetting until Emily would pull over and she could relieve herself.
It was now about an hour and fifteen minutes since they left Mcdonald's. Serena's was getting really desperate at this point. She was constantly moving around in her seat and firmly grasping her crotch. "Emily, please, it's been long enough. My bladder is killing me. I really need to pee." "Ok." Emily sighed. "I'll try to find an exit. Emily continued driving for a few minutes and was unable to find an exit. Just then, Serena loudly screamed out; "Emily I'm gonna end up wetting the seats!" She was now hunched over, sweat all over her body, and her bladder was quite visibly swollen. Emily started driving a little faster until they found an exit with a little truck stop. They went in.
When they got in, Serena ran with her hands between her legs towards the bathroom. She nearly froze when she saw a long line of girls infront of her. Serena got in line and desperately pee pee danced, doing anything she could to prevent her from wetting herself. Emily on the other hand, figured since there was no point standing around and waiting, decided to sit down and order a coffee. As Serena waited in line, a little girl pointed to her and said; "Mommy look, thst lady is dancing!." Before being walked away by her mother. Serena's face turned red. She frantically waited, thinking she may never be able to relieve herself. Fotunatley, a couple minutes later the girl infront of her walked out, and Serena was finally able to pee. She walked in, pulled down her pants, sat on the toilet, and began peeing. "AAAAHHHHH!" She said blissfully as she was on the toilet. A strong stream flowed out of her pussy and into the toilet. She peed for a good two minutes before she was done. She then washed her hands and went out to find Emily.
As Serena walked towards her, Emily just finished up her coffee. "Hey Em, ready to go?" Emily thought about using the restroom herself. She then saw that there was a pretty long line still for the bathroom. She decided she could hold it until the base. "Yeah, i'm ready." Emily replied.
The two continued in the car. They were now about halfway from the base, approxamately two hours away. After a few minutes Emily was beginning to regret not peeing before. Her bladder was begginning to fill. She figured she should just ignore it and drive. For the first half hour after leaving the truck stop, this strategy worked well. Emily continued driving as normal. She was able to ignore all the messages from her bladder and carry on as usual. She didn't need to grab herself, or pee dance or anything.
Unfortanetely, after about a half hour of that, her need to pee had drastically increased. At this point, driving was becoming a far more difficult task. Emily was occasionally shaking her legs, and constatntly taking one of her arms off the steering wheel to grab her crotch. "Oh shit! I really need to pee." She thought to herself. She was getting pretty desperate. "Uh Serena." She said nervously. "I need to pee. I think i'm gonna pull over somewhere." Serena looked at her with an evil smile. "What's the matter?" She asked sarcastically. "I thought we were supposed to make as few trips as possible. You should've gone before. Huh, now where have i heard that before?" Serena said mockingly. "Emily blushed. Serena was right she though. Not wanting to be a hypocrite she decided she would just have to hold it until she got to the base.
The next forty five minutes were not easy on Emily's bladder. She was dancing in her seat, trying to hold in all that pee. She was nervously grabbing herself and doing anything she could to stay dry. Serena took note of Emily's desperate behaviour. She looked down at Emily's abdomen, which had gotten rather swollen. "Uh Em, I know you really need to pee. I was just kidding around before, you can pull over somewhere." Emily was very relieved to hear that. She was however, too proud to give into her urge, especially after forcing Serena to hold it for so long. "" Th- that's ok, I can hold it until we get to the base." Emily then looked down nervously, not knowing how true her words would be.
Another fifteen minutes later, and Emily was reaching her absolute limit. She was fidgeting uncontrolably in her seat. She knew at this point, it would be better to come off as a little hypocritical than to wet herself. She drove for a little while looking for an exit, but then a terrifying thought crossed her mind. She remebered from her last trip to the base, that for the last little while before the base, there were no exits, due to the fact that the base was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a few forests. Emily knew that she would have to pop a squat at the side of the road if she wanted to stay dry.
Emily pulled over and waited a few moments until there were no cars around. She then got out of the car, pulled her pants down and was about to start peing, when suddenly, she heard a voice. " Hey you! Miss, pull your pants up right now!" The voice really shocked Emily, but she did as the it said. She then looked at the man who yelled, and saw he was wearing a police uniform. It was different from the uniforms of the regular police force. She then looked at his car and saw that he was a military police officer, most likely on patrol from the base they were headed too. Emily examined the officer closely. He was an older man, with a buzz cut hairstyle and a think cop moustache. "I know exactly what you were abut to do. Not on my road missy!" Emily's face blushed bright red. "I'm sorry sir, it's just that i really have to pee." Emily said while fidgeting a little. "Well go to a toilet. If i catch you doing that again, there'll be a whole mess of trouble, you understand me?" The officer said sternly. "Yes sir." Emily replied sheepishly. The officer then drove away. Emily got back into the car. "Em, what was that all bout?" Serena asked concerned. "He got mad at me for trying to pee. Now i have to hold it until we get to the base." Emily said as her voice wimpered. She thought it was inevitable. She was certain she would pee her pants.
They were now about half an hour from the base. Emily was so desperate she was focusing most of her energy on holding her pee, and was barely able to focus on the road. Luckily for her, there were pretty much no other cars on the road. Emily was desperately holding her crotch as she made her way to the base. To her disbelief she was able to hold in her pee until she arrived to the entrance of the base.
At the entrance of the base was a guard station where everyone entering would need to be screened by the military police. Emily pulled up to speak to to the officer. Her heart nearly sank when she saw who was there. It was the same officer who spoke with her earlier. "Uhh, hello sir." Emily said nervously. "I'm here to see my parents." Emily explained who her parents were. The officer called them to confirm. As he did this Emily pee danced in her seat desperately waiting for him to fnish. "Alright." Said the cop. I'll escort you to their barracks. And don't think i don't recognise you Emily. Definitely do not pee on the base." Emily blushed.
The officer got in his car and drove ahead of the girls. Emily followed. The road was gravel and very bumpy, which was very hard on Emily's bladder. As she drove she let out a few spurts of pee. "Oh shit!" She thought to herself. "Come, on. After all this I can't pee myself now." After what seemed like an etrnity, They finally arrived to where Emily's parents were staying. The officer then drove away. Emily and Serena then got out of the car and Emily pee danced her way into the barracks.
When she got in her parent greeted her with excitement. "Emily! We've missed you so much!" They then went to hug her. The hug caused an immense wave of pressure in Emily's abdomen. Suddenly she released a big spurt. "Oh crap!" Emily cried out. Another spurt came out. Emily tried to run to the bathroom but she couldn't move. Just then a full on stream began flowing from her vagina. She began peeing. First a big wet patched formed on her crotch. It then made its way to her but. The pee then began flowing down her legs and into a big puddle on the floor. Emily was so embarrassed she didn't know what to do. She bagan sobbing.
Emily's father put his hand on her should to confort her. "I'm really sorry dad." Emily whispered. "I really had to pee and i just culdn't hold it." "It's ok honey, accidents happen. In fact, i've seen a few soldiers have accidents when bathrooms weren't available." Emily smiled a bit. "Now i'll get a mop, why don't you change and we can catch up?" Emily hugged her dad. She then went to change, and the four of them talked long into the night. |
Under any other circumstances, being summoned to stand before the Great Lord of Sunlight would have been the highest possible honor. Of course, in light of the Eldest’s treason, those that served him were now potential traitors as well, and as one of the disgraced war god’s knights happened to also be the captain of the Four Knights, all four were to be in attendance. Ciaran could understand – after all, if the leader of the Four was a traitor, the Lord had good reason to believe that the other three would follow along. Quite frankly, Ciaran was surprised that she wasn’t the main suspect, or indeed the target of any suspicion at all, considering her status as the foremost among the Lord’s assassins and spies. Then again, perhaps that was exactly why she wasn’t seriously considered a threat; regardless, she couldn’t envy the Dragonslayer his present condition.
“I swear I knew nothing, my Lord,” Ornstein said, kneeling. His helm and spear lay in front of him at the Lord’s feet. “His betrayal was as shocking to me as it was to you.”
Being in the Great Lord’s terrifying presence was one thing; seeing the golden lion-knight, one of the most faithful and honorable knights of the Sun, brought to his knees to beg for mercy was almost nightmarish.
“Thou wouldst have me believe that?” The Lord looked down on His knight from his throne, His expression unreadable and body almost motionless. “Thou wert his most faithful servant, and still he told thee nothing?”
“Yes, my Lord. My loyalty to him only extended so far as to best serve you, and I suspect he knew that.” The Dragonslayer was unusually hesitant. Perhaps the others would see it as his nerves getting the better of him, as one would expect given the circumstances. No doubt all three of them were unsettled by this, Ciaran especially. She hoped that either her deductions were wrong or that the Lord would assume that any strange behavior by his Knights could be attributed to the stress of the situation. If Ciaran’s skills were still reliable – and right now she very much wished for them not to be – Ornstein was right to be afraid, though perhaps he’d never have acted on his desires. Still, some deep part of him was yet loyal to the exiled king, and Ornstein was very seriously considering listening to it. Of course this would be an uncomfortable situation. She really didn’t want to be around to see what would happen when the Lord saw the truth.
There was another reason for Ciaran’s present anxiety, though, for she had been en route to deal with more personal matters when she’d received her summons, but that was a drop in the ocean compared to what potentially awaited the Four. Even so, if they were going to be executed as traitors, Ciaran hoped she’d at least be allowed to deal with that before being put to the hammer, to retain at least some dignity.
The Lord sat still for a while, and the room was silent save for Gough’s breathing. Then the Lord rose and said, “Very well. I shall reaffirm thy station among my Knights. In return, thou shalt prove thy loyalty again.” He raised his left arm and snapped His fingers, and within seconds a silver knight was at His side, presenting His greatsword. The Lord pulled the sword from its housing, and taking it in two hands He touched the flat of the blade to each of Ornstein’s shoulders before returning the sword to the knight that had presented it. “Thine orders come now from the Princess. Thy station is to be shared with… the cannibal…” There was a hint of disgust to His voice for a moment. “And together thou shalt serve and protect the Princess and the Cathedral. Thou shalt not leave Anor Londo without my order to do so. Go now.”
“At once, thank you my Lord.” Ornstein stood, collecting his helmet and spear, and backed away from the Lord while bent into a deep bow. When he came to be in line with the other Knights, he put his helm back over his head, straightened out, and turned to leave.
The first to speak when he had gone was Artorias.
“The cannibal, my Lord?”
“If Smough cannot break him then truly his loyalty lies with me.” The Lord turned to Ciaran while Artorias bowed his head in acknowledgement. “Ciaran. Thou art to follow him, ensure that he does as ordered. Do not be seen. Gough and Artorias, I shall summon thee again if I have need of thee. Go now, Ciaran.”
“Of course, my Lord.” Ciaran bowed deeply while the other two gave a salute and rushed off. By the time she’d turned to leave, Artorias was already at the steps leading down into the Cathedral’s main room, and she hurried to catch up with him. “So,” she said, popping up from behind him. “Where are you off to?”
Artorias turned his head ever so slightly to look at Ciaran, presumably giving a bit of a sideways glance and a suspicious glare – hard to tell under his helmet. “I was headed to the blacksmith, but don’t you have work to do?”
“Oh, well, I was actually going to go that way, so we can walk over there together.” Ciaran had developed a bit of a spring-step while speaking.
“It’s… just down the hall…” They passed a set of Sentinels, and Artorias returned the salute they gave.
And, indeed, the two were nearly at the first set of stairs that would lead to the Giant Blacksmith’s workshop, but Ciaran didn’t seem the least bit discouraged. “Yeah, I know, but wouldn’t it be nice to have a bit of company for a little bit?”
“I guess…”
Ciaran glanced at Artorias, her expression hidden behind her porcelain mask. “What are you having the blacksmith do anyways,” she chirped. “All your stuff is in good condition.”
Artorias put a hand on the sword at his hip and returned a salute from a passing silver knight. “Yes, it is, but I’m going to have him make me a shield. A proper magical one that can still protect someone even if they’re not actually carrying it.”
“Sounds pretty complicated.” Ciaran had started fiddling with the hair on the side of her mask. Not quite the same as if it were her real hair, but it would do.
“It has to be. It’s not just myself I need it to protect. But I trust the giant’s skills. He’s even earned our Lord’s trust, so I have no doubt he’s capable.” The rhythmic clanking of the Giant Blacksmith’s wooden hammer against his anvil could now be heard, and it grew louder as Artorias spoke and the two descended towards the workshop. “Should you really be going this way? Probably would have been better to just follow him out the front door.”
“What do you mean?” The two looked at each other for a moment, and Ciaran suddenly realized what it was she was supposed to be doing. It was a good thing her mask hid her flushed face. “Oh! Oh, right, no, this is fine. He’s… he’s not going to sneak away anywhere just yet, I’m sure. I’ve, uh, got to keep a good distance anyways.”
“Riiiiiight…” As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Artorias gave a little wave to the blacksmith while he spoke. “Well, here we are. Good hunting.” He made a gesture that was almost a hybrid between a salute and a wave, then turned to the blacksmith who greeted him the same way he greeted everyone else.
“Forge, I can. Strong, I am.”
“Oh, don’t I know it. Listen…”
Ciaran cut him off when she suddenly turned around at the door and called out to him, carefully walking backwards to get properly outside. “Oh, I’ll probably need to check on the painting too, so I guess I’ll see you later.” She gave a wave before she disappeared.
“Uh, sure, I guess.” Artorias shrugged, at this point no longer talking to anyone at all.
Ciaran sighed as she walked the streets of Anor Londo. It hadn’t taken very long to find Ornstein, so it was just a matter of watching him and staying out of sight. She was looking for any opportunities to get on top of a building, so she could see and hide better. Not the easiest of tasks considering her divided attention.
First, there was her job. She would be in quite a lot of possibly-explosive lightning-based trouble if Ornstein really did try to pull something and she wasn’t there to see it and report back to Lord Gwyn. Maybe even worse if she was there but wasn’t paying enough attention.
Then there was Artorias. Ciaran wasn’t stupid. She could tell Artorias wasn’t responding to any of her advances. He barely even seemed to know she existed. And yet, she couldn’t help but think that some day she’d win him over, that one day he’d be hers alone. She knew perfectly well the odds of that happening were just as good as the chance that the Dark he hunted would take him first, and yet here she was chasing after him like a child. It’d never work, so why was she trying so hard?
As if that weren’t enough, that personal matter of hers from earlier had returned in force once she’d calmed down from the audience with the Lord and almost having been briefly alone with Artorias. Keeping in constant motion was helpful, but considering Ciaran had already been preparing to deal with this issue hours ago, there wasn’t much time left until she didn’t have a say in the matter anymore.
For now, though, she was still in control. Very fortunate, as she still had a job to do and Ornstein was passing by the stables, which Ciaran would have to go through to stay out of sight. Fortunately, they were mostly empty. Except for…
Bark. Bark.
The little grey wolf pup Artorias had brought back from the forests around Oolacile; the inspiration for his Wolf Ring. Her name was Sif, she was Artorias’s best friend, and as far as Ciaran was concerned she was absolutely adorable – or would be at literally any other time. As it was right now, Ciaran had to maneuver herself over a wall to hide from Ornstein, who almost certainly would have come to investigate the barking. Usually such a maneuver wouldn’t have been a problem, but her present condition made her a good deal slower.
Sif was kept in a separate enclosure, large enough for her to grow into a proper great-wolf, so there was no doubt Ornstein knew exactly where the sound was coming from. Indeed, just as soon as Ciaran had gotten herself out of sight she could hear the clattering of the golden armor approaching, then stopping, presumably at Sif’s enclosure to see if the wolf had noticed anything out of place.
Ciaran of course knew that she was the one to set Sif off in the first place, but Ornstein was left to try to find some reason the wolf would have been startled. So he looked, or at least Ciaran could assume that was what he was doing – she could only hear his armor rattle as he moved, never going far.
Perhaps some other time Ciaran would have been more than patient with something like this, but right now she was praying for Ornstein to move on so they could both be done. The pressure was growing while Ciaran was just sitting there doing nothing, and if she couldn’t at the very least move along soon… something would happen that she preferred not to think about.
Finally, after what must have been hours – but of course was hardly even five minutes – the Dragonslayer addressed the wolf.
“Are you looking for your master? He’s not here now, but I’m sure he’ll come visit you soon.”
Sif just barked at him in response, and he must have considered that to be acceptable, for the sounds of his armor soon faded away. Ciaran pulled herself up to look over the wall, with far more effort than it should have taken, then worked her way over and dropped onto the ground on the other side, receiving another greeting from Sif as she landed. That little bit of sudden warmth she was feeling had absolutely nothing to do with any of that and would go away if she just ignored it.
Not that she had time to deal with that even if it had been something – truly, ignoring it was the only option. She had to hurry to make sure Ornstein wouldn’t get out of sight. He was approaching a path down to the lower city, and now there was finally going to be an opportunity to get above him, if only Ciaran could climb up one of the many buildings that made up the residential center of the holy city. All the better that the Executioner worked in the slums, where the spaces between buildings were just barely large enough for a silver knight to slip through. If this were one of the more upscale places out towards Duke Seath’s library, sure the houses would be larger, but they’d be so far apart that Ciaran would have to climb down and back up every time she got to the edge.
Right now, just getting onto a roof once would be a problem. Ciaran was hanging back out of sight and, save for the occasional civilian, the streets were empty, so she had some time mostly alone to prepare herself for the task of scaling the side of a house. Mentally more than physically – things were under control for now and would remain so, if only Ciaran could focus on guaranteeing it. She had to act quickly, though, as narrow roads and sharp turns into innumerable alleys and side streets meant she could lose track of Ornstein in an instant. So, with a deep breath, Ciaran slipped into the nearest alleyway and got to work climbing up the house wall in front of her, grabbing at windows and using the Tracers to get a grip in places where the masonry was cracked. It was a good deal slower than normal, as Ciaran was trying to maintain the delicate balance she’d established in her lower half, and if anything were to happen to disturb that balance… she didn’t really want to think of what that meant.
Fortunately, Ciaran was able to maintain focus and control long enough to get up onto the roof, and even more fortunately, she could see both Ornstein and the executioner’s block from there – she’d still have to jump across to another couple of houses on the way, but so long as Ornstein planned to do as he was told, there wouldn’t be any issues. He’d slowed down considerably, though, and stopped just before he rounded the last corner. He stood there, looking around at whatever there was to see, adjusting bits of his armor and inspecting his spear. Ciaran loomed overhead, just out of sight, both hoping the Dragonslayer would move on, so she could get back to personal business, and wishing he wouldn’t, so she didn’t have to get so close to the Executioner.
After idling long enough to seem suspicious, though, Ornstein did head down the proper road, and Ciaran followed above and slightly ahead of him, hopping over gaps between houses to end up directly above Smough. There was a prisoner already on the block, so her focus was on Ornstein while he approached, putting up a hand to block his view and turning his head to the side as a massive cracking noise and guttural laugh rang out in the alley. Only Smough was left standing when Ciaran and Ornstein both looked again. Neither of them dared look directly at what had happened to the prisoner, though the Executioner’s reputation and the size of that hammer were more than enough to guess.
The lion-knight cautiously stepped forward and opened the maw of his helm that served as a visor, and Ciaran dropped into a low crouch to hear what he was to say. There was a protest from somewhere deep within her body, but she willed herself to ignore it, just for a little while.
“New orders for you,” he said, “From, eh, from Lord Gwyn.”
“What? Why would He do that?” Smough’s voice was muffled and distorted by his grotesque helmet.
“You’re, uh… you’re, you’re more than welcome to… to ask Him yourself when you see Him.” Ornstein tugged on the plume at the back of his helmet and looked off somewhere just beyond Smough – in Ciaran’s general direction, though she was sure she was hidden. “But… best not to bother Him with questions like that.”
“Right.” Smough let his hammer down at his left side, grabbing the handle to keep it upright. “Well, what is it?”
“I was sent to tell you,” Ornstein leaned his spear towards Smough as if to point at him. “That, uh, you, and me too actually, we’re to speak to Princess Gwynevere. We’re in her service now.”
Ciaran shifted around as her body continued to disagree with her choice of position – and she tried her best to stay silent as she felt a most unwelcome warmth in her smallclothes.
“Uh, alright. Hey, if I’m working with you now does that mean there are Five Knights?”
Ornstein closed his visor again and briefly looked up at Ciaran’s roof, this time quite explicitly. Surely he couldn’t have heard her fighting against her own body. “No, I’m pretty sure that’s never going to happen. I mean, you eat people’s bones. I don’t think that’s the kind of person the Lord wants representing Him. Lord Nito, maybe, or even Lady Izalith if She’s in the right mood, but not Lord Gwyn.”
“Fair enough, yeah.”
The two trailed off into some sort of conversation, though Ciaran had stopped paying attention. Still in her squatting position that her body hated her for, she had both hands vigorously rubbing her thighs, drifting ever closer to grabbing at herself without ever quite getting there. The inside of her mask was utterly saturated with her sweat and the warmth below grew in little intermittent bursts until she was practically sitting in a puddle within her own clothes. She was out of options and out of time. She’d done as she’d been commanded, and it seemed like Ornstein and Smough were just going to sit around making friends with each other. She’d earned a minute to herself.
Thus, Ciaran backed away from the edge of the building, stood up and immediately ran back to the house she’d climbed up in the first place, the force from jumping the gaps between buildings causing a little more liquid to join the party. Once she was fairly sure she’d reached the right house, or at least was far enough away, she fumbled with getting the Gold Tracer off her belt, nearly dropping it, and dug it into the wall as she jumped off. Thanks to whatever magic the Giant could work into weapons, that knife was far stronger than it had any right to be, so Ciaran could simply slide down the wall of the house and drop into a quiet alley. And thanks to her small stature compared to the other Knights, she didn’t have to worry too much about being seen, though she was right next to the open road.
Not that any of that was important. Ciaran could think of nothing else as she tore down her pants, a light but steady stream already working its way to the ground, which became a full-force torrent as soon as Ciaran had lowered herself into the usual position. The pale golden stones below her immediately became drenched in a fresh coating of a much deeper gold, and even the opposite wall of the alley was close enough to receive a generous spray.
Alas, it didn’t last long. Before Ciaran was even halfway done, she could hear heavy footsteps coming from behind her, out on the road. If they were loud enough to be heard over her own cascade, that meant only one thing. With every grain of strength left in her body, Ciaran forced herself to stop, hastily redressed, and crossed her arms as she willed a disguise spell upon herself. Not a moment later did Ornstein pass by, Smough at his side. They were engaged in some sort of conversation that Ciaran truly did not care one bit about, until Ornstein, who was the nearer of the two to Ciaran’s alley, stopped abruptly and looked down. He lifted his right foot, and a little bit of the Blade’s waters dripped from the heel of his boot.
“Eugh.” Ornstein shook his foot and took several steps to his left to avoid the still-expanding puddle that had spilled out onto the street, then the two carried on walking. “How do you live down here with these creatures and their filth?”
Smough’s response was something about plenty of opportunities for him, but Ciaran only listened for when their footsteps had faded away enough for her to be considered out of earshot. As soon as she was sure, she dispelled her disguise and instantly fell forward, lying on her hands and knees in a pool of her own making. There was hardly even time to breathe before the flood she had so rudely interrupted started again, this time filtering through Ciaran’s clothes before hitting the ground with even more force than earlier.
With no real options available, Ciaran moaned as she let herself fall even lower, head kept off the ground only by the fact that her forearms were in the way. Her chest and arms were soaked almost immediately, to the point where she could feel her waters on her skin. And yet she didn’t really care. She was bent over as if she were a dog in heat presenting herself, and was panting like one too, and still she didn’t care. Only the relief mattered, so Ciaran stayed as she was, reveling in the feeling of being able to remove what must have been more than twelve hours of fluids from her system. Ciaran couldn’t properly gauge how much time passed until the torrent ended, but even when it did she remained in her position for a while, letting whatever was left drip down from her garb and join the ocean she’d made.
Once she heard the last drops land, she pushed herself up and fell back against the wall. Ciaran lifted up her mask and for a few moments gasped for breath before calming down again and sliding even farther into the pool below. It took a while to process what had just happened, and when she did finally figure it out she pulled her mask down again to hide her deep blush. Then she looked around and sighed. She was an absolute mess. Soaked through to the skin practically everywhere except her back and head, she had no idea whatsoever how she was meant to clean up. Perhaps she could just borrow a painting guardian uniform. They wouldn’t dare pry into their leader’s personal business, if she could get over there without being seen by anyone else, like a silver knight, or Artorias, or worst of all Lord Gwyn. What nightmare awaited her if her Lord found out one of his prized Four Knights lacked the constitution to perform a simple task without soiling herself like a pathetic Undead?
Oh well. She’d deal with that if it came to it. At least she’d made sure nobody could say the streets in Anor Londo were not paved with gold. |
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