Warm..
It's so warm is the first thing that floats through my mind as I drift awake. My eyes peer over at the orange haired puppy girl next to me. Her eyes are shut tight with drool hanging out from her mouth as she snores away.
She looks much better this morning. I contemplate getting up and fixing breakfast for the two of us, but as I start shuffling my way out of bed, I catch the puppy girls' arms wrapped securely around mine. The sudden realization makes me blush, and I slouch back down under the blankets, expecting to drift back to sleep.
..Or so I planned.
But as my body drops back down into the sheets, I notice it seems more than warm down there.
Was I sweating that much in my sleep..? No.. as I shuffle around beneath the covers, I realize this can't be only sweat. My bottom, and the pajamas I changed into last night, feel.. drenched.
"...?!?"
I quickly yank the covers up as a thought rushes through my mind.
"It can't be.. I.. I didn't?"
I didn't.
But the orange haired girl next to me did.
As I pull the covers up, I can smell it. I can see it. My once white sheets have an enormous yellow stain spreading out from the girl next to me.
Oh no. She wet the bed. She really wet the bed.
The thought never crossed me. She is an anthropoid after all. Is she even toilet trained..? Is this purely a night-time thing?
As the thoughts race through my mind, I detect some foreign shuffling under the sheets as the girls green eyes start to open.
"......Nh..."
The doggy girl stirs awake. She peers up at me for a moment and looks bewildered. I wonder if she remembers anything from last night? This could be bad, I think. I'm concerned she may lash out at me for a moment, but suddenly her eyes wander down to the exposed covers.
Suddenly, her eyes start to water. Her confusion replaced by a mix of panic and shame as she breaks down.

My body instinctively reacts as my arms find themselves wrapped around the puppy girl and I pull her close, squeezing tight.
I know this feeling, at least. It's still embarrassing remembering how serious of a bedwetting problem I had until my late teens.
"Shhh, it's okay, doggy. Don't worry. I'm not mad. It happens." My hands rest against the girls head as I do my best to console her.
She doesn't fight my embrace. Rather, she leans in closer, sobbing into my shirt as I tenderly stroke up and down her back.
I continue doing this until she settles down.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
I pull the sheets back and steadily lead her to the restroom. As I pull her along, she stares at me hesitantly again. I don't blame her, I can only imagine what goes through someone's mind in a position like this; taken in by a complete stranger.. and then waking up next to her in wet sheets to top it off.
As we enter the bathroom, I assess the extent of the damage. My pajamas are thoroughly drenched, clasping tightly to my skin. The doggy girls shirt's soaked through, the white fabric stained a translucent yellow and clinging to her legs and backside as well.
..I can't deny that there's something endearing about this situation. The way the wet shirt is clinging to the doggy girls figure, the soaked through fabric providing a teasing view of her tush, and the still warm wetness clinging against my own skin. I'm actually not bothered by this at all. In fact, it's kind of..
..Wait, what is wrong with me? I'm standing here soaked in another girls accident and I'm.. enjoying it? God, I am aren't I? There's surely something wrong with me.
I peek back up at the doggy girl in front of me and realize how much she's blushing. Her shirt is tugged down, and she's avoiding eye contact now. Crap. I got a bit too caught up in my own thoughts and didn't realize how much I was gawking. Come on, Risa, get your mind out of the gutter.
"..U-Uhm, let's get cleaned up, okay? I still need to get our sheets washed and prepare breakfast so.. is it okay if we wash up together to save time?"
This isn't anything particularly unusual.
While anthropoid girls are, for the most part, capable of being as self-sufficient as a typical adult, many owners still prefer to handle tasks such as bathing their pets themselves.
Pet manuals tend to describe it as being an excellent bonding experience between pets and their masters. Still, I can't help but fluster at the proposal.. especially after staring at her for what must have been a full minute.
The doggy girl looks up for hardly a moment before burying her gaze again, but after a few moments she makes an agreeing nod. I run some bath water, adjusting the temperature as usual. Once satisfied, I pull the wet t-shirt over the doggy girls head, which was still the only thing she was wearing from the previous night.
Once that's done, I strip down myself. As my shirt and pajama bottoms fall to the floor, I'm filled with a sudden bit of self-consciousness. This is the first time another girl has seen me naked since high-school, though she doesn't seem to pay any mind one way or the other.

"All right, doggy, let's get cleaned up, okay?" I step into the tub first, making sure the temperature is not too hot or old, then pick the doggy girl up and set her down in with me.
I start lathering a generous bit of soap into a washcloth and rub the doggy girl down like before. Afterwards, I wash myself down before lathering some citrus scented shampoo into the other girls hair.
This is nice. I relax for a moment with the doggy girl, massaging her ears as we soak in the bathwater. I figure this is as good a time as any.
"Hey, doggy.. do you have a name?"
"....Mh.."
She starts to speak, but falters. I recall studying a bit about anthropoids in school. It's very rare that they open up to anyone but their original owner or master. Getting her to communicate might be a bit tougher than I expected.
"My name is Oumi Risa, but you can just call me Risa!"
"....Risa..", the girl echos my name.
"That's right! It's kinda awkward calling you doggy all the time though. If you don't want to tell me your name, I'll have to make one up for you. I must warn you though, I can come up with some pretty weird nicknames! So it might be better if I knew your real name instead."
"....Nh.."
..No use, huh?
A few minutes pass, and then..
"..Mikan."
"...! ..Ah! Mikan? Is that your name?"
The doggy girl.. Mikan, nods.
It seems silly having to go through so much trouble for a name, but.. this must be a sign that the girl is beginning to trust me. It's a small start, but it makes me happy to know that she's opening up to me.
"Nice to meet'chya, Mikan! I hope we can become good friends!" I ruffle her hair and give a comforting smile, and she smiles back at me for a moment, before her gaze falls back down to her lap.
"...Risa. ..Uhm.. Mikan.. Mikan is sorry she made a mess in Risa's bed. ..Mikan.. knows she's a bad girl."
As expected, she's still hurting from this mornings events.
"It's okay, Mikan. You're not a bad girl, and I'm not mad at all. Accidents happen. In fact, I used to wet the bed myself up into my late teens! So don't worry, I know you can't help it, and I will never punish or yell at you for something you can't control."
I ruffle the doggy girls hair again and embrace her softly from behind. She glances up at me meekly, and I give her a reassuring smile.
"Risa's.. not angry at Mikan?"
"Of-course not. I do need to ask though.. is this a frequent problem for you? It's not an issue if so, we just might need to get you some extra night-time protection, just like Risa once had."
Mikan flusters a bit and gives a shy nod.
Right. So, not a onetime thing. In that case, I'll need to add a few other items to my shopping list today.
This is the most I've ever talked with an anthropoid girl. Some anthropoids only have basic communication skills, and most don't talk to strangers unless their jobs require it, but Mikan seems to be quite intelligent and well trained.
I consider pressing her for more information about her original owner and what she was doing on that fateful night, but I don't want to put too much pressure on her right now, so the conversation between us ends there for now.

...It's raining..
As I look upon the apartment balcony, I can see a brown-haired girl with twintails staring back at me, her blue eyes flickering as a clash of lightning strikes off in the distance.
Risa. Oumi Risa. That's her, my name. 
It's getting late, and the storm doesn't seem like it will let up anytime soon.
..Grumble grumble..
"..Hungry..", my stomach groans out. I stretch and rest my head against the table as rain drops patter against the window.
I forgot to stock up on groceries yesterday, so now I'm stuck here with nothing to eat. 
Well, perhaps not. What's a little rain anyway? The convenience store isn't that far away. I still need to shower and do laundry tonight anyhow. 
I push myself up from the table with a bit of forced enthusiasm, grab my nearby jacket and umbrella from the coat hanger, head out the door and..
Swoosh!
"...!"
As soon as I step out and open my umbrella, a sudden violent gust of wind practically knocks me off my feet. I can feel my skirt fluttering in the wind, the cold rain pelting against my skin as I struggle to maintain my footing.
"Guh..!"
I speed around the first corner, splashing through a few puddles hidden in the dark alleyway. Cold! I can feel the rainwater soaking into my socks as I run, but I'd rather not risk slowing down and getting blown over entirely. The last thing I want is to walk into a store looking like I wet my skirt.
I can feel the rain fiercely pelting against my umbrella as I rush around another corner and instantly almost trip over something in the alleyway.
"Wha...?!"
A pile of dirty clothes..? No, a.. stray dog?

There's an orange haired anthropoid girl wearing worn-out clothes laying here. She's thoroughly drenched by the rain, and motionless.
What is she doing out here in this weather? I lean down and stare at her for a moment before giving a few curious pokes.
"H-Hey.. are you okay?"
She shuffles a bit, searching me with a lifeless stare, scarcely able to acknowledge my presence.
This is not good. She's not going to survive the night out here like this.
I stand up and look, but there's no one else around. Judging by her condition and how soaked the dog girl is, she's plainly been out here a long time.. the only thing I can think of is she's been abandoned by someone. But who could do such a thing? There are shelters you can leave anthropoid animals you are unable to care for, leaving them out on the street like this is just cruel.
I don't know if there's much I can do to help, but I can't just leave her out here to die..
If she's been abandoned, she's probably starving too. There's no time to do any serious shopping, but..
I pull off my jacket and wrap it around the doggy girl. It might not be of much use at this point, but I don't know what else to do. Afterwards, I hastily run into the store and grab some of the closest things I can find. A couple bags of chips, a carton of milk, and a couple pieces of melon bread I find near the checkout counter. It's not much, but it will do for now.
I quickly pay for the items, waiting impatiently as the cashier tucks them inside a plastic bag for me, and head out the door back into the alleyway.
"...Crap."
As I stare down at her with groceries and umbrella in-hand, it strikes me that carrying her is going to be difficult. I'm not sure I could even do it in perfect weather as it is. I consider going back inside and asking for help, but.. other than the cashier, no one seems to have been crazy enough to come out and brave this storm.
While debating my options, the doggy girl stirs for a moment. I see her peering up towards the bag in my hand. She must still be conscious enough to smell food nearby.
I didn't come this far to give up. I have to try. I toss my umbrella to the side and pull the grocery bag up my arm before crouching. The puppy girl stares up at me for a moment, and I have to fight back tears as I struggle to help. Her clothes are torn, and she looks bruised all over. It's not the most elegant display in the world, but after a few tries I manage to pick her up. 
I nearly slip as I take a few steps out into the rain, but I'm surprised by how light the puppy girl is. I'm able to push my way through the storm and back to my apartment building in decent time.
After a few clumsy attempts, I manage to get my door unlocked and carry her inside, using my foot to push the door shut behind us. I carefully rest her head against the back of the couch as I contemplate what I should do next.
I'm sure the poor thing must be starved, but after settling back in, I realize that I'm nearly freezing after being drenched from head to toe in the rain. I can only imagine how it must be for her after being left out in that for so long. The first thing I should do for now is get her warm.
I can start some bathwater and get some milk warmed up for her at the same time. I head to the kitchen to get the milk warming up first, then quickly make my way to the bathroom and run some warm bathwater.
Once I'm content with the temperature, I head back out to living room and begin to strip off the doggy girls soiled clothing.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to salvage these, I'll need to buy her some new clothes first thing tomorrow. I can ask around the pet shop and see if anyone's registered a missing pet while I'm there as well.
Once she's undressed, I gingerly pick the girl up and carry her to the bathroom. Her body is absolutely freezing to the touch. I sincerely hope I'm doing the right thing here as as I lower her into the tub.
She recoils at the sudden temperature shock, but doesn't otherwise say anything or react in any way.
I make sure she's positioned so she stays above the water as I head back into the kitchen, retrieving the warmed cup of milk and bringing it back to the bathroom.
"Hey, doggy.. here, drink this."
I bring the cup of milk to her mouth. She sniffs the bowl a few times, then opens her mouth and quietly drinks it down.
Some of it spills into the tub, but it seems she was able to get most of it down. I can sense a bit of warmth coming back to the girls cheeks as I lather some soap into a nearby washcloth and begin to run it along her shoulders, washing the mud and grime from her body as best I can.
As I rinse the suds away from her hair, I can finally see some life returning to the puppy girls eyes. She's still lingering in and out of consciousness, but that's expected from sheer exhaustion more than anything.
I let the water drain from the tub as I make one final pass with the shower head, grabbing a nearby towel and using it to pick the girl out of the tub, ensuring she doesn't fall over as I dry her off as much as I can.
I wasn't paying much attention earlier, considering the urgency of the situation, but now that things have settled down a bit, I can't help but blush a bit as I glance over the puppy girls body.
She's petite, her chest maybe a B-Cup at best, but I can't help but admire the girls plump bottom as I make a final pass with the towel.
She doesn't seem to really notice or mind, but I feel a bit conflicted about all of this. Am I really doing the right thing here? Should I have just taken her to a shelter instead? Would they even be open in this weather?
I don't know. I force my mind back to the task at hand, setting the girl down on the toilet for a moment as I run to the bedroom to retrieve a particularly long t-shirt for the puppy girl to wear. Anthropoid animals require special clothing to compensate for their tails. If I tried to put any of my clothes on her, they'd probably just fall right off, or at the least be extremely uncomfortable for her.
"Here.. can you lift your arms up for me?"
She stares at me for a moment. She looks confused. I guess the reality that she's in a strangers care right now has started to dawn on her, but she doesn't seem to protest much. Her arms lift up, and I'm able to slide the t-shirt over her with ease.
It's a bit big, but it'll have to do for now.
I help walk the girl into my bedroom, pick her up and gently and tuck her into a few blankets. Finally, I bring over an electric heater and turn it on in her direction.
After a few minutes, the dog girl manages to drift off to sleep. It's past 3 AM now, and it looks like she should make a full recovery, I hope. I might be in over my head here. I can barely take care of myself. 
I guess we'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.

UA Hero Academy was not just the most prestigious school for heroes, but also one of the most expansive. Roughly an hour outside of city limits were several large-scale training facilities and simulations, each meticulously crafted to help would-be heroes respond to just about any crisis they could imagine. It was almost an artform how they could make a simulated city or factory seem real enough that students would protect it as if it was the genuine thing.
Right now, Ochako could not focus on the grandeur of the makeshift city streets she walked through. Her major thought was if the architects had gone to the trouble of designing some of these buildings with functioning bathrooms. She knew it was the last thing she should be focusing on, but the pressure in her distended bladder made it all but impossible to ignore.
How did it get so bad, she wondered. Sure, it had been awhile since her last pee, but she had done lengthy stretches between bathroom visits before without much trouble. The few sips of lemonade from the cafeteria couldn’t have added that much, either. Was the stress of not having lunch and a surprise training exercise affecting her in weird ways? Whatever it was, at least the walking helped tone down the pain, if only a little bit. She also gladly took advantage of being behind all her teammates by keeping a hand on her groin.
“Jeez, my stomach is killing me.”
Of course, that hand would come straight off the moment her teammates did anything remotely different.
“Wait, weren’t you bragging about not letting your stomach get in your way back at school?” asked Hanta Sero with a cheeky grin.
“Hey, I still stand by that,” retorted Kirishima, “Though I gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting to be this hungry. This might actually cut into my endurance a bit.”
“Well if that’s the case, you can just sit back and let me do the heavy lifting. I’m still in tip-top shape today.” Sero stuck out his chest in confidence, but as if on cue, his stomach growled immediately after, causing his grin to fall away.
“Ha! You were saying, tape boy?” Kirishima gently elbowed Sero in the gut.
“Alright, alright, so I’m pretty starved too, but at least everyone here is in the same boat as me.” Sero looked behind him, forcing Ochako to snap her hand away again. “Isn't that right, you two?”
“Um, w-well…” Ochako was not the best at being put on the spot, especially with her bladder as full as it was.
“I think we need to start focusing on our surroundings,” said Midoriya next to her. “If the exercise has already started, then the robots might be attacking the city right now.”
That's right, our mission. Ochako had nearly forgotten their objective between the team’s banter and her bladder. Despite Aizawa’s warning, her team’s exercise really did just boil down to smashing robot that they found. The major catch was the robots would not be targeting them, but instead attacking the city directly. Their goal was to prevent as much collateral damage as possible, for as All-Might put it, “A true hero is never as destructive as the villains they fight.”
“You say that, but I'm not seeing or hearing anything around here,” said Kirishima.
“That's because you're only on the ground, dummy,” replied Sero. “You gotta get up high to get a good look, like this!” He raised his arm skyward and fired a long strip of sellotape from his wheel-shaped elbow. It latched onto the top of a nearby building, and Sero pulled himself to the rooftop with ease.
“Alright, let’s see what we got here.” Sero put his foot on the roof’s railway and his hand above his eyes in a showy display. “Hanto Sero, recon expert at your service!”
“Quit being a show-off and just tell us if you see anything!” yelled Kirishima. It was more blunt than how she would have phrased it, but Ochako found herself silently nodding in agreement.
“I’m looking, I’m looking!” Sero turned his head the other direction and suddenly tensed up. “Hey, got something!”
“You did!? What is it?” asked Midoriya.
Sero pointed and yelled, “Smoke clouds a few blocks away! One to the east and one to the southeast!”
“Two different directions? They gotta be attacking multiple areas at once,” said Kirishima.
“We’ll need to split up,” declared Midoriya, “Uraraka and I can take the ones to the southeast.”
“W-We can!?” Ochako felt a nervous sweat forming on her brow.
“You sure about that? You guys might need my muscle for some of those bots,” said Kirishima.
Ochako opened her mouth to speak, but Midoriya cut her off. “Sero will need your strength more than us, and if we get in real trouble, I can use my quirk to keep us safe.”
Kirishima looked back and forth between them before nodding. “Alright, Sero and I will crush the robots to the east, then.” He looked up towards Sero and yelled “You get all that!?”
“Got it! Let’s bust these bots and get our food!” declared Sero while he climbed onto the railway. In a move straight out of comic books, he jumped off the rails, launching his sellotape at another building and swinging away in true hero fashion.
“Hey, leave some for me!” Kirishima took off for him at once while a series of skin-spikes grew out of his body.
Just like that, Ochako and Midoriya were by themselves on the streets. Before an awkward silence could develop, Ochako turned around and started down the road. “Come on, Deku, we better get going, too.”
“W-wait, Uraraka!”
Ochako stopped in her tracks and slowly turned her head. “What is it?”
There was a moment where Midoriya looked away before speaking. “I know I asked you this before, but is something wrong?”
“W-what do you mean?” asked Ochako, trying to keep a straight face. Please don’t tell me...
“It’s just… you seem tense and distracted. Are you feeling okay?”
She tried to hide it as best she could, but Ochako’s mind raced with panic. Of course Midoriya’s excellent perception would pick up on her subtle signals, even if he hadn’t fully pieced it together yet. He was the last person she wanted to have this predicament around, even among the likes of Mineta and Bakugo. At least those two weren’t people she normally hung out with.
“Um, no, I’m feeling fine! Just peachy, in fact!” she said, faking a smile.
“Are you sure? I know we haven’t eaten in awhile, so if you’re not feeling well, please don’t push yourself too hard.”
“I’ll be okay, just a little hungry is all,” Ochako replied, giving a thumbs up. “The sooner we get to eat, the sooner I’ll get better.”
Midoriya stared at her for a moment much to her worry, but then nodded and turned towards the smoke cloud. “Right, then let’s get these robots before they can wreck the city.”
“I’m right behind you,” called out Ochako as they took off.
Just as she hoped, Midoriya led them forward, allowing her to put a hand between her legs again. It offered little comfort, unfortunately, as the reality slowly dawned on her. She would have to battle and defeat a group of tough robots with a full bladder, all while hiding her powerful need from Midoriya the whole time. It was a Herculean task before her, one she was not certain she could pull off.
No, don’t think like that! She shook the doubts out of her head. A hero had to keep a brave face against the odds, no matter how grim they looked. She was gonna give it all she had in this exercise, if only because there was no other way to keep herself dry.
 
 
U.A.’s robotic A.I. was some of the most advanced in the world, but even it had its limitations. The robots for the exercise were set to focus on destroying the city around them, but not specifically pay attention to the heroes unless they were attacked. This meant that it was possible to get the drop on them and take them out before they could retaliate.
Ochako was quite happy to have figured this out, for they wouldn’t have to waste valuable time going toe-to-toe with the bots. Between her quirk not being the best for straight-up offense and Midoriya’s quirk seriously hurting him whenever he used it, it was the best course of action, and she took it with glee.
Running straight up to a robot smashing the corner of a building, Ochako lifted the large construction beam she had found nearby over her head. What should have been impossible to carry without a crane was held up with ease thanks to her zero-gravity quirk rendering it weightless. With a yelp, she tossed it into the air like an Olympic athlete, where it soared upwards with no sign of stopping.
Ochako waited only a few moments before bringing her fingertips together and yelling “Release!” In an instant, the I-beam’s weight returned, sending it falling to the earth like a javelin. It impaled the robot, easily smashing through its head and chassis, bringing its punching arms to a dead stop.
“Whew!” Ochako panted. She was certain the beam was now stuck into the ground, but it was a small sacrifice for preventing an entire building from collapsing. “Okay, that’s another one down, just a few more to g-OH!”
It seemed that her bladder had mistook her command of “release” to apply to itself as well. Her underwear suddenly grew warm and wet from a sizeable spurt as the exhaustion from utilizing her quirk hit her. She bent forward, snapped her legs shut, and shoved both hands down there in the blink of an eye, anything that would stop the leak from turning into a flood.
“P-please no,” she mumbled through grit teeth, “Not here, not like this!”
Whether from strength she never knew she had or sheer divine intervention, the spurt did not grow any bigger, and her bladder eventually calmed back down. She sighed as she slowly stood upright. Disaster had been averted for now, but it still served as a powerful reminder of how little time she had left before the inevitable happened. Please don’t let there be too many more robots...
“Gyah!”
“Deku!?” Ochako felt a cold sweat coming on as she turned towards Midoriya. That was a yell of shock and panic, and it did not take long for her to understand why.
She did not know where they came from or why they were attacking him, but four new robots had shown up and slowly moved on Midoriya, their intention to beat him to a pulp clear as day. He had just jumped back to avoid a punch, hence his shout, but now his back was to a wall, and the robots left no room for him to slip away.
Ochako knew things were bad now. Sure, Midoriya could activate his quirk and dispatch the robots if he absolutely needed to, but that would cripple whatever limb he used. Recovery Girl could help him heal it with hardly any trouble, but he would be in enormous pain until then and, worst of all, probably miss out on his meal reward. She could never let that happen to him, not if she had anything to say about it.
There was no hesitation in Ochako’s movements as she rushed forward as fast as her legs could go. Her bursting bladder no longer mattered one bit to her, only the safety of her best friend. The pounding in her chest, burning in her lungs, and soreness in her legs would not stop her either, for the closer she got, the closer the robots lurched towards Midoriya, and the more she became convinced she could see the bright glow of his quirk slowly activating.
“Stop!” she yelled at both the robots and Midoriya. All as one, he and the robots looked over at her, the glow on Midoriya’s arm fading away.
“U-Uraraka!?” he said.
She did not respond, instead putting her plan in action. Ochako leapt forward, landing her leg on the closest robot’s leg and touching it with her hand. Before it could react, she pushed off it and landed next to the second bot, touching it as well. Her quirk quickly took effect, and the first two robots began lifting into the air, their limbs flailing about without hitting anything.
Already, the strain from her quirk was hitting her, but she couldn’t stop now. “Quick, this way!” she shouted, holding out her hand.
Midoriya wasted no time in running towards her, yelling a quick “Thank you!” once he caught up to her. Ochako, however, did not run back as far as he did, instead slowly backing up while the remaining robots closed in on her.
Come on, just a little closer, she thought while slowly raising her trembling hands. A mere moment later, and the robots moved up just as she asked. “R-release!” She pushed her fingertips together, and the pressure on her suddenly vanished.
Just as planned, the two robots she levitated into the air fell straight down, crashing into their brethren. Smoke, sparks and pieces of metal flew all around, and as the dust settled, the heroes were rewarded with a view of four busted and nonfunctional robots.
“W-wow.” Midoriya looked at Ochako, who remained motionless. “Thanks for the save again, Urarak-”
“Aah!”
Ochako suddenly broke her stillness and buried both hands deep into her groin. She had pushed her body to its limits with that last use of her quirk, and the effects hit her hard. Her stomach churned and squeezed, making her want to void its contents, but the worst effects came from further south. Even with hands between her tightly-pressed legs, she could still feel a tiny leak making her skintight pants ever wetter. This was her limit, and now she had maybe seconds left before the floodgates flung open.
“Uraraka!? What’s wrong?” came Midoriya’s panicked voice.
“I… I…” Ochako’s eyes grew moist from tears. There was no point in hiding it anymore, not when Midoriya was going to find out in a few seconds anyway. “I… need the toilet!” she yelled with her eyes shut and head lowered.
“The… what!?” Midoriya stuttered, reeling back.
“I need to go! Right now!” Ochako wobbled in place, every last bit of her strength devoted to not hosing her costume right there and then.
“R-right, a b-bathroom. But where?“ Midoriya looked around, his expression as frantic as Ochako’s.
She didn’t have time to wait for him. Already, the leak was growing in volume, to the point where she could feel the first dribble going through her panties and into the suit itself. “J-just don’t look!” was all she said as she waddled forward, her goal being the wrecked robot nearby. It was only a few steps to get behind it, but each one caused another leak to escape her. By the time she made it there and squatted down, a drop had managed its way down her leg and into her boot.
Gasps, whimpers, and the occasional “come on…” left her mouth while Ochako fumbled with her belt and costume, frantically looking for the zipper that would enable her to get her clothes out of the way of the oncoming flood. It only took a few seconds before she realized how pointless that endeavor was. Her leaks had only gotten worse since her hands and legs moved away from her groin, and there was little the liquid could spread to in her squatted state. With how wet her underwear and pants already were, a little more urine was not going to hurt them any more.
Her epiphany came at just the right time, for without warning, the last of her holding strength gave out. Ochako did not need to look down and see it for herself; she could feel the warmth of several hours worth of stored-up liquids spreading across her crotch, powering through the spandex and falling to the ground in a series of rapid drops with a light stream in the middle. Such a force was not without sound, and the combination of the splattering on the street and the hissing from Ochako’s more private regions made sure that anyone nearby would know what she was up to.
She was peeing herself on the streets in broad daylight, an experience she had not had since before grade school. Her best friend was also just a few feet behind her, knowing and hearing full well what was happening to her. Any other time, this would have easily been the most humiliating thing to ever happen to her, as well as a clear failure to display the fortitude necessary of a hero.
At that moment, however, none of these things mattered to her. All she could focus on was the sweet release of finally letting go, all those stressful and painful feelings being replaced with the pleasure of an empty bladder. Her frantic breathing slowed into a series of longer and louder sighs until she closed her eyes and let out a long moan, smiling the whole time. She knew it was not very modest or particularly heroic, but for the time being, that did not matter to her. It simply felt too nice to have her pee at long last.
Still, a part of her kept her mind on Midoriya and how he felt about all this. She trusted him not to look, but he was probably still nearby to make sure nobody else walked in on her. I hope this isn’t too awkward for him...
 
 
Midoriya scratched his bright-red cheek while he stood with his back turned to the robots. When he had first entered the academy, he had expected a mountain of trials and tribulations to defeat in his quest to become a hero. Standing guard for a girl while she relieved herself in a public location was something he never would have guessed would be part of his training, whether it was planned by the UA or not. Then again, could any hero ever prepare themselves for something like that?
The thought of peeking on Ochako handling her business made him shudder in disgust, so temptation was not an issue. What was a problem, however, was the sheer awkwardness. He might not be able to see her, but he could the faintest sounds of water hitting the ground and pleasurable sighing behind him. A cold sweat formed on his cheek while the noises he was never meant to hear drove his mind wild despite his efforts to focus on something else.
The other problem was something he had not noticed until Ochako ran behind the robots. Hearing somebody answer the call of nature made him realize that his own bladder had been filling up since the bus trip. He was not desperate by any means, but it was at that point where the discomfort was becoming noticeable. Hopefully, he would not need to wait too much longer before he could pay a visit to the restrooms. Until then, he would just have to shuffle his feet to keep the pressure at bay.
“Where are they!?”
“I think they went this way!”
Just when Midoriya thought this situation couldn’t get any more awkward, the voices of Kirishima and Sero sent his heart rate flying. They were nearby and, if his memory of this city’s layout was accurate, would be coming around the corner very soon. He glanced back to the robot Ochako squatted behind, hoping to see her finished going and making herself presentable. Not only was she still crouched and the hissing sound as strong as ever, but now a very visible yellow puddle was spreading from underneath the robot.
He could already see the worst case scenario playing out in his head: their other teammates seeing the growing puddle and putting two-and-two together, or worse, running right past it and having a direct view of Ochako in mid-pee. The poor girl would be mortified beyond belief, and the shame of failure would hang around his neck like a hundred ton weight. He could not let that happen no matter what; Ochako was his friend, and letting her down was the least heroic thing he could possibly do. But what was he going to do to keep them from going up to the robots and asking about Ochako?
No time to think, they would be rounding the corner anytime now. Before even he knew what he was doing, Midoriya turned around and ran up to the robot, keeping his head turned to the ground so as not to have any accidental peeks. Unzipping his fly, he fumbled with his pants and All-Might themed boxers until his aim was free of any barriers. A couple seconds passed in what felt like an eternity as he waited for his bladder to start emptying, his heartbeat feeling particularly strong in those moments.
It started as mere drops dripping onto the ground, gradually coming out faster and more connected while Midoriya slowly got used to deliberately peeing in public. The drops eventually formed into a stream of off-yellow, arcing farther and higher until it struck the robot’s wrecked chassis. A clear sound of water bouncing off metal rang through the quiet street, while the pee trailed down until it added to Ochako’s already-impressive puddle.
A light sigh left Midoriya as he hit full stream. He had to admit that despite the circumstances, it felt nice to relieve his bladder a good deal earlier than he expected. A split second later, however, and that feeling ended as he heard a pair of footsteps running up behind him.
“Oh good, there’s Midori-what the!?” Sero’s voice jumped up in volume.
“Dude, gross! Talk about unsportsmanlike conduct!” yelled Kirishima.
“Eh heh heh,” Midoriya laughed while turning his head, revealing his blush and nervous smile. “S-sorry guys, I-I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, you know?”
Both Sero and Kirishima put a hand behind their heads and turned around. “Ugh, at least you dealt with the robots that slipped away from us,” said Sero.
“Y-yep, all clear over here,” said Midoriya, “Now c-could I have some privacy, please?”
“Bit late to be asking that,” said Sero.
Kirishima turned to the other street and said, “Come on, let’s head down the other way and see if there are any other stragglers.”
“Alright. Go find Uraraka when you’re done and regroup with us when you can,” Sero added as he took off, “And don’t touch anyone until you wash those hands!”
“Heh, g-got it!” replied Midoriya. Huh, I didn’t take Sero for the kind of person to be that serious about hand hygiene.
To Midoriya’s relief, the streets were once again devoid of life save for him, Ochako, and his rapidly-draining bladder. He sighed while he watched his stream grow weaker, the splatter falling from the robot onto the urine-soaked ground before further reducing to a few final spurts. He had embarrassed himself rather badly, but at least it was for a good reason. Right now, his concern was for Ochako and how she was feeling after all this.
 
 
Deku… really did that for me?
The last minute or so had been quite the emotional roller coaster for Ochako. She had fallen into a dead silence upon hearing Sero and Kirishima’s voice, though there was nothing she could do to halt the downpour coming from her crotch. Then came the pitter-patter right behind her and Midoriya’s up-close voice which made her heart pound in her throat. She didn't dare turn her head, but knew full well what he was doing to cover for her.
Much as she appreciated not having anyone else know about her sudden potty time, the thought of someone humiliating themselves for her sake filled her heart with the heavy weight of guilt. Having others take the fall for her was a very unheroic thing to do, and she had to make it up to him somehow.
The other boys had not even left yet by the time Ochako’s spray finally began its slow decline. Another fifteen seconds, and her bladder fully ran out of pee to add to the large puddle below her. She wiggled her butt to shake off the last couple drops, then slowly stood up, hearing Midoriya gasp and quickly adjust his clothes.
Rather than confront him immediately, Ochako first took the time to examine the damage on her costume. For the first time ever, she was thankful her outfit was a skintight suit with dark colors. The only signs that she had wet herself were a shine on the crotch and maybe the pink was a little darker, things that someone would only notice if they were directly focused on that part of the costume. It’s a good thing Mineta isn’t here right now, she thought.
Walking around to Midoriya’s side of the robot, she found it hard to make eye contact with him, though in the brief moment she did, she discovered he had the same problem as well. She put her hand behind her head and tried to speak, but the words would not leave her lips. “I… uh…” was all she could manage at first.
“Um, so…” muttered Midoriya, “Are you...”
“I’m sorry!” blurted Ochako, lowering her head.
Midoriya reeled back in surprise. “S-sorry? What for?”
Ochako put her hands together at her legs and glanced to the ground. “Um, Mr. Aizawa was right. I should have taken care of this before I went to lunch, but I fell into a routine of waiting until after.”
“Don’t blame yourself for that,” said Midoriya, shaking his head. “Nobody could have guessed the teachers were going to spring this exercise on us.”
“It doesn’t matter if I couldn’t see it coming. I should’ve been able to hold it like a real hero, but I couldn’t, and then you went and embarrassed yourself for me. I don’t know how I could ever make it up to you for that.”
“Oh, please don’t worry about that. It’s nothing, really.” Midoriya put his left hand to his chest. “In fact, I’m the one who should be apologizing to you, Uraraka.”
“A-apologize?” Ochako’s eyes opened wide and looked straight ahead. “But why?”
“Please tell me the truth, Uraraka. Did you come to my aid and yell ‘stop’ because you didn’t want me to use my quirk and hurt myself?”
“Um, well…” mumbled Ochako, scratching her head. Midoriya’s perception was spot on as always, yet she still found it hard to admit to it.
“It’s okay, you don’t need to say anything.” Midoriya held up his right arm and looked at it. “I came to this academy so I could become the greatest hero, but until I master my quirk, I’m as big of a danger to myself as any villain.”
“Don’t say something like that, Deku!” Ochako raised her arms. “I think you’re great hero material even without mastering your quirk.”
Midoriya let out a sigh. “Still, if I had better control of it, you wouldn’t have had to push yourself so hard to save me, and then you might have had a chance to find a bathroom in time. It’s hard for me not to feel a little burdensome, you know?”
Is that all? Silly Deku, she thought, growing a soft smile. “It’s okay, I felt the same way when I was trying not to wet myself this whole exercise.” She stepped forward, closing the gap between them to a few feet. “And that’s why we’re here, right? To push ourselves and learn how to be real heroes so we won’t have to feel like a burden to others.”
It took a couple seconds, but Midoriya smiled in earnest for the first time since the exercise started. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“You’ll get there someday, Deku. I know you will,” said Ochako, “I just hope I can keep getting better right with you.”
“Then let’s get better together,” replied Midoriya, giving a thumbs-up, “So neither of us have to embarrass ourselves again.”
“Hee hee, maybe not the best motivation, but together it is!” Ochako returned the thumbs-up with glee. It never failed to amaze her how a quick chat with Midoriya was sometimes all she needed to get into a better mood. She could still feel its fading warmth, but her wetting seemed so far away right now.
The crashing of a collapsing building nearby made her forget about it even more.
“Wuh-what was that!?” Both Midoriya and Ochako snapped their attention in the noise’s direction. As they feared, another robot had turned up, this one as tall as the skyscraper it had just demolished. Sero and Kirishima could be seen dealing with it already, but they certainly could not get the job done alone.
“Seriously!? Where did that even come from?” asked Midoriya.
“I guess they want us to really earn our lunch,” said Ochako.
“Then we better stop it before it can wreck anything else.” The two of them glanced at each other and shared a nod before running off to face the robot, leaving the scene of their emergency piddle behind, their bladders now as empty as their stomachs. A sense of hunger could be seen in their eyes, not just for food but for growth, and they would fight to the last drop of strength until they had enough of both to call themselves true heroes.

Jordan stood in the sun, shielding her eyes from the relentless afternoon sun and trying to ignore her steadily building need to pee.
The forecast had been for temperatures in the nineties, and as the star defender for her high school soccer team, Jordan had known she would need to stay well-hydrated if she were to avoid suffering from heatstroke in this afternoon's playoff match against her school's bitter rival.
So the beautiful eighteen year old senior had taken matters into her own hands, forcing a few water bottles down over the course of the school day, even though she really hadn't been thirsty. She knew the water would go right through her, but knew also that the school bathrooms were just down the hallway. She would be sure to empty her bladder before changing for the game and getting on the bus to drive to their opponent's school. Then she would pee just before the game started. Once the soccer match started, Jordan knew she would quickly sweat any remaining water out of her system.
It was a good plan.
The problem was, Jordan had never been very successful at managing her liquid intake, and she had been cursed with a tiny bladder, always seeming to be one sneeze or laughing fit away from a desperate sprint to the nearest toilet.
And her plan had gone okay for a while. The last class of the day was American Lit - interesting, but not exactly exciting - and between all the water she had drunk and her nervousness about the upcoming game, Jordan had found that by the end of the class she was squirming in her seat, knees crushed together, willing the clock to move faster.
When the bell finally rang, she had picked up her books and rushed to the bathroom, feeling like the water was about to begin squirting out of her with every step. It wasn't like she was was close to having an accident, not really, but the pee had definitely been ready to come out. She pulled her jeans and panties down, noticing the slickness coating the crotch of her panties that invariably accompanied a bout of desperation.
For whatever reason, needing to go and not being able to get to a toilet had always excited Jordan sexually. She knew it was strange and had never told a single living soul, but had achieved her first orgasm as a young teen by masturbating after a particularly desperate shopping trip with her mom, and had long since accepted the odd kink as part of her personality.
But she always enjoyed that kind of release in the privacy of her bedroom. Getting turned on because you had to pee at school was not something Jordan would have chosen.
She ignored the tingling downstairs and the fleeting desire to finger herself once she had finished peeing, concentrating instead on changing into her soccer uniform and meeting her teammates for the forty minute ride to their opponent's soccer field.
By the time they arrived, Jordan was once again approaching her limit. She had started out the ride joking with her friends and teammates, but as the water had progressed steadily through her system, Jordan had become quieter and quieter until eventually she had moved away from everyone to concentrate on holding in her pee.
She crossed her legs, swinging her foot back and forth, while rocking slightly as well. When the school grounds finally came into view, Jordan let out a shaky sigh of relief. The girls clattered off the bus and straight to the school bathrooms, where their coach, a former player just a few years older than the girls on the team, insisted everyone empty their bladders, even the girls who claimed not to need to go.
"The soccer field is a mile away, and this will be your only chance to go until after the game," she said. "So make sure you take advantage of the chance now."
Jordan didn't have to be told twice. She hurried into a stall, ripped her shorts and panties down - they were slick in the crotch again, although not from pee, no surprise there - and sighed as the golden liquid burst from her. She pissed with the force of a fire hose and then forced out every last drop. The announcement from Coach Kate that there would be no way to pee until after the game concerned Jordan. A lot. She KNEW she would have to go again sometime over the next there hours, and had no idea how she was going to manage it.
The walk to the field where the game would be played confirmed her worst fears. It seemed as though the water had begun filling her already-tired bladder the minute she left the girls room, and by the time warmups were over and the game had finally begun, she could feel the familiar pressure building in her abdomen. It wasn't a serious situation yet, but if history was any indication, she knew it soon would be.
Now, with at least ten minutes left to play in just the FIRST HALF, Jordan was having more than a little trouble concentrating on the flow of play, thanks to the flow still filling her bladder.
Luckily for her, the ball had been in the offensive zone most of the first half, and she had done little to this point in the game but stand just inside midfield and watch the ball. Her teammates had not scored yet, but they controlled the tempo of the game. Jordan shivered as a spasm shot through her. She automatically closed her legs in an attempt to give a little help to her tiring pelvic muscles, hoping her increasing need wasn't as obvious to the several hundred fans who had turned out as it was to her.
Just at that moment, the ball rocketed toward midfield with a member of the opposing team in hot pursuit. Jordan forgot about her pee problem as her instincts kicked in, and she raced to the ball, arriving just ahead of the other girl, who was compact and athletically built and surprisingly fast.
Jordan reached for the ball with her left foot and directed a sharp pass to a teammate. The movement cause her legs to spread widely apart for just a moment, and as the ball once again made its way downfield, she felt a quick spurt of pee jet into her panties. She pretended to stumble, and as she dropped to the ground, she crossed her legs tightly and clamped off the flow.
She rose immediately, trying to check the crotch of her soccer shorts for wetness without being too obvious about it. There didn't seem to be any evidence of her tiny accident, but Jordan knew the worst was yet to come.
Indeed, just the short burst of energy required to recover the ball seemed to have increased her need to pee exponentially. She stamped her feet and ran in place, jiggling her legs desperately and hoping it would appear to anyone watching that she was trying to stay loose.
The clock continued to count down to halftime.
Jordan was worried.

This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.
But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.
She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.
An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.
"I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.
"As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.
"I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.
"We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.
"Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.
Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.
"Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.
Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.
She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.
As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.
Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.
God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.
Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.
Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.
She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.
At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.
"Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.
"May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.
"Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.
"Good evening sir," she greeted him.
"Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.
"But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.
"Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.
"I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.
She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.
"Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.
"Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.
"I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.
As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"
"Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.
"Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.
"You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.
Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.
She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.
As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.
She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.
"My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!
When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.
Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.
She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.
"I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.
"Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.
"Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.
"I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.
"I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".
She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.
"Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.
"Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"
"OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.
"Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.
When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.
Then did she bother to read the sign.
"Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"
The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.
"Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.
She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.
She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.
She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.
In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.
At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.
Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.
Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.
"I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.
When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.
"Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.
She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.
She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.
All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.
As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.
But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.
"Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.
"Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.
"No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.
The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.
Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.
"Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.
As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.
"Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.
Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.
She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.
Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.
"Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.
"My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.
She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.
A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.
"Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.
Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.
Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.
"It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.
It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.
"Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.
Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.
She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.
As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.