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    Author's Note: okay so there's?? not enough enough durarara omorashi so //shrug. i really liked this idea for some reason so,,,

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    Izaya was not at all surprised to find himself kidnapped and taken to an abandoned warehouse, forced down on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. The rope bit into his wrists painfully, and he could feel the skin chafing just a bit more with each tiny movement he made. He didn't particularly mind it, if he was being honest—sometimes being kidnapped could be a fun experience. On rare occasions, he even dared to go as far as to describe it as exhilarating.

     

    On this particular occasion, however, he wasn't too pleased with the situation. He'd meant to use the restroom before, but he didn't quite manage to before he'd found himself being dragged into the back of a van. Oh well—that just meant he needed to get out sooner than usual, and he couldn't quite take his time.

     

    He wasn't quite expecting Masaomi to show up, however, but that's who entered the otherwise empty warehouse. He looked angry, and if it weren't for the gag in his mouth, Izaya would have teased him about directing rage toward himself. But now it was all for Izaya, it seemed, and he wasn't about to make any kind of negotiation.

     

    Masaomi untied the yellow scarf that acted as a gag, keeping Izaya from saying anything. He wrinkled his nose when he found it covered in saliva, but he tossed it to the side quickly.

     

    “Do you think we could hurry this up?” the informant questioned, voice light and a bit teasing as always. “I have business to attend to.”

     

    “Is that so?” Masaomi grit his teeth, grabbing a fistful of Izaya's hair and forcing him to look up. It hurt and his neck popped from the rough action, but he didn't react with anything other than a small chuckle. “What is it that's so important? And just what right do you have to ask me to do anything after everything you've already done to me?”

     

    “It's not entirely for my benefit, Kida-kun. I just thought that you'd prefer not having to clean up any kind of mess I might make.”

     

    Masaomi didn't seem to understand right away, but after a moment, he wrinkled his nose again, looking disgusted. “You better not piss yourself here.” He brought his foot up to give the informant a hard kick to the side.

     

    Izaya's bladder gave a dull throb as he fell, his head hitting the floor. All he could do was smile against the pain, unable to keep himself from wanting to upset Masaomi even further. “I told the driver to pull over to let me use the restroom first, but he didn't listen. Now whatever happens is what will happen, and if you have a problem with that, then I suggest you let me go.”

     

    “Don't. Make. A. Mess.” Masaomi brought his foot down on Izaya's chest, causing him to choke on his air for a moment.

     

    There was part of Izaya that was a bit tempted to just to spite him, but no—he wasn't willing to go quite that far. He'd prefer not to make a mess of himself, though judging by the fullness of his bladder, he likely wouldn't be able to avoid it.

     

    Masaomi gripped a handful of Izaya's hair and yanked him back up to his knees, and the informant couldn't do much else aside from grit his teeth against the pain. “Did you hear me?”

     

    “I'm not deaf, Kida-kun.”

     

    “...Shut the fuck up.”

     

    “You're the one who asked for an answer. I merely gave you what you wanted.”

     

    Masaomi glared and brought his foot down on Izaya's crotch. The informant gasped and gave a pained groan, for once not having a smart-ass comment to shoot back at the brunet. Instead, he took what he got, trying to push away both the pain and the need to use the restroom. Masaomi moved his foot up to Izaya's abdomen and pushed down, forcing another groan as his bladder tried to protest. He could feel the smallest bit of urine escape him and he would have spoken up if the brunet hadn't chosen to push harder.

     

    It hurt, but more than that, Izaya's bladder was threatening to burst from the applied pressure. He drew his legs closer together, pressing his thighs together in hopes that that would prevent any leaks.

     

    “Look at you.” Masaomi pulled Izaya's head up by his hair, balling his hand into a fist. He drew his foot back and instead focused on landing a quick blow—a punch to the face, causing an instant bloody nose. “You're a fucking mess now.”

     

    Izaya knew that. He didn't like to actually think about it, but there he was, in need of a restroom, his hair messed up, and now blood dripping from his nose over his lip and down his chin. He really was a mess, but he wouldn't ever acknowledge it. He was just fine.

     

    Masaomi put his foot right back where it had been, pressed firmly against Izaya's bladder. Izaya almost whined at the pressure, but he was above that, so he swallowed it back and instead gave a subtle squirm. His hips shifted just the tiniest bit and he couldn't help grinding down on the heel of his shoe.

     

    “Kida-kun.” His voice was a little strained, but he spoke as clearly as he could. “You told me not to wet myself, and here you are doing this. Is it that you actually want me to? Kiiiida-kun, could it be that you're a pervert, and that would turn you on?”

     

    The brunet grit his teeth and pushed his foot against the informant harder. He groaned and leaned forward, hissing through his teeth and squirming a little more. He needed to use the restroom, and he needed to go now.

     

    “Ah— Kida-kun, you really are a pervert. I bet you're going to get off on this.”

     

    “Shut the fuck up!”

     

    Masaomi drew his foot back and drove it back down hard. Izaya couldn't help moaning as he felt a spurt of urine escape, enough to soak through the crotch of his pants. The boy narrowed his eyes and took a knee, palming the informant a few times before giving an exaggerated gag.

     

    “Disgusting. You're actually starting to piss yourself.”

     

    Izaya grinned at him. “Getting handsy now, are we? Feel free to touch.”

     

    The boy was very obviously repulsed, eyebrows knitting further. “You're the one getting turned on by this. You were getting hard, weren't you? Damn pervert.”

     

    “I'm getting hard because I need to use the facilities, Kida-kun.”

     

    “Sucks to be you, then.” He pushed his foot down harder, hands balling into trembling fists.

     

    Izaya couldn't suppress a whimper, and he let out a heavy breath as warmth spilled to his thighs. God, maybe he was a little turned on by that.

     

    “I can't—”

     

    “I can see that.”

     

    There was no more reason left to try to keep himself under control. He gave a soft moan as he completely let go, soaking his pants and creating a puddle beneath himself. He gave a breathy sigh when he was finished, his face faintly flushed with just a hint of arousal.

     

    “You're still hard, huh?” Masaomi moved his foot down to Izaya's crotch, rubbing against his erection through his piss-soaked pants.

     

    The informant let out a shaky breath, rocking his hips upward to get more friction. It was at that moment that Masaomi pulled his foot away.

     

    “If you like it that much, to the work yourself.”

     

    There was no shame. In fact, the man named Izaya Orihara had no idea what that word even meant, because it was nonexistent in his vocabulary. He managed to get himself forward a few inches, and the brunet slid his foot forward a little. Izaya had no problem with straddling Masaomi's foot and grinding down on it, breaths getting heavier as he got closer to release.

     

    But Masaomi took a step back just as he was about to cum, and he smiled down at him with the most innocent look he could manage. He held two fingers up for a peace sign and stuck out his tongue. “I'll have someone untie you later. For now, sit tight, since there are places I need to be.”

     

    This would be a problem.

  1. Becca’s legs wobbled as she slowly inched forward step by step. It was agonizing and brutal. If she thought the Spp workouts were harsh, it was nothing compared to Dr. Benshin’s physical therapy circuit. She let out a groan. Her legs hurt as if they were being dissolved with acid from the inside out.
    “Just a few more steps, Becca, you’re doing great.” Dr. Benshin said. He held onto her waistband to keep her from falling. Becca wanted to let out a sarcastic laugh, but feared if she thought of anything besides her goal for even a split second, she would lose her momentum. The table on the other side of the room never looked so far away. She grunted through her clenched teeth. Sweat poured down her face and matted her hair down the sides of her cheeks. Her eyes burned with hot tears. She inched herself closer and closer to her goal.
    “Picture a big ice cream sundae waiting for you.” He said.
    “Will you rub it on my legs for me?”Becca said. He had to be the worst motivational speaker she had ever heard. Ice cream sundae? What was she, five? Besides, he knew damn well the automated system wouldn’t let her have any ice cream anymore. Oh how she missed ice cream. And bacon. It felt like all she was allowed to eat was kale and spinach. Junk food around here was like cigarettes in prison. Getting to use the toilet came at a steep price it seemed.
    Becca collapsed into the table when she made it. Her head sunk face first into the pillow. She needed to roll over, but her body felt like lead. She took several shaky breathes before letting out a groan and turning around.
    “You did it. See, you can do five laps down the hallway.” Becca moaned in response. “It wouldn’t be this hard if you’d just do the VR workouts like you’re supposed to in your room.”
    “No. No VR.”
    “It’s not good for you to stay in bed and stare at the wall all day. Wouldn’t you rather be on a beach, or fighting a dragon or something?”
    “No VR. Not. Safe.” She panted.
    “We’ve been over this. No one’s after you.” Becca closed her eyes and remained silent as way of ending the discussion. “You’ll have to get over your fears at some point.” She ignored him until he left to get her an ice blanket for her legs. She waited until she heard him walk out the door to open her eyes again. She let out a gasp. A face was staring at her mere inches away from her own.
    “He’s right you know, they won’t take you back.” Josh said.
    “Why do you keep doing this? You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
    “They have you where they want you. You’re safe.”
    “What makes you think that? How do you even know what I’m talking about?”
    He smiled a little before backing away. “Who would believe the ramblings of a mad woman?” He asked. He looked at a tablet in hands. “Delusions, violent tendencies. Oh, this looks interesting, dissociative identity disorder.”
    “Are you reading my chart?” Becca asked. She furrowed her eyebrows in anger. “How did you even get that?”
    “This place is lacking in the security department. A child could break through their settings.”
    “Well, stop it! That’s personnel.”
    “But don’t you want my help?” He asked. He smiled again at Becca’s confused expression. “You know, I haven’t seen a single sign that you have a split personality. You’ve always been Becca- expect for that time you were drugged out of your mind.”
    “I’m starting to suspect you’re as nuts as they say you are.” Becca said. She winced as she sat up making sure to keep eye contact with Josh the entire time.
    “Yeah, well, so am I.” He said. He took a seat next to her on the table.
    “Forgive me if I’m a little suspicious of anything you say, but what do you mean, ’help me?’” She eyed him as he seemed to zone out for a moment, before the light came back in his eyes.
    “Realize your childhood fantasy.” He said. Yep, this guy was nuts. Maybe she should call for Jerry. “ When I was in elementary school, when all the other brain washed saps gushed about how many kids they were going to have, there was one girl who stood out. All she talked about over and over was being a solider, and how she refused to have kids. We all thought she was crazy, of course. Our teachers called her, “un-patriotic,” I even went as far as calling her a terrorist- until she slugged me right in the jaw and knocked out my front tooth.”
    Becca narrowed her eyes. It couldn’t be… She searched his face, but she couldn’t see him. “I was a bit of a dick.” He said. “Had blond hair too.”
    “D-Derrick?” Becca asked. He nodded his head. “What are you doing in Alaska?” His smile faltered a little.
    “We’re in California.” Becca’s eyes widened. No! She was in a different state? When had they... Was she really unconscious for that long? Was that why her parents hadn’t visited her? “Welcome back. Now down to business. Do you still want to be a solider?” She turned away from him and stared at the ground.
    “What’s it matter? That’s what got me into this situation in the first place. Maybe I should have gotten married and popped out a few kids after all.”
    “That’s not the Becca I remember.” He said.
    “Yeah, well, the Becca you remember got locked up in the loony bin. What about you? What happened to the Derrick I knew?”
    “Dead. I’m Josh Langley now.” He said. There was a slight sense of pride in his smile. Not quite cocky, but not unconfident either. The look in his eyes seemed to beg her to ask, so she took the bait and asked how. He replied with, “a new chip.” Becca stared at him. A new chip? You couldn’t just swap out a chip like you would a pair of shoes. Chips are your identity. It’s how the government keeps tabs on you. To get a new chip would mean…It’s just as he said. To get a new chip would give you a new identity. But could she believe him? She was talking to someone locked in a insane asylum. Sanitarium. Wherever they were.
    “And how did you go about getting this new chip?” Becca asked. She figured she’d play along until the physical therapist came back and shooed him out. Didn’t want to piss this guy off and get shanked later.
    “Witness protection.” Josh replied. He was either oblivious or uncaring of Becca’s attempts to scoot away from him. “I’m a whistle blower.”
    “What did you witness?” Becca asked. She was at the edge of the table unable to scoot away any farther. Her legs were still jellified after the work out. If she tried to walk away she’d probably fall flat on her face.
    He paused for a moment seemingly trying to find the right words. “It’s not what I witnessed; it’s what I did. I changed sides. I worked for them, and ran. I designed the games that tormented children.”
    “I-I have to go.” Becca said. This guy was nuts!
    “I’m here searching for other survivors- like yourself. I read your file. I believe you.” She froze right before she was about to push herself off the table. Not one person had said those words to her. “You’re not crazy.”
    “But I had a split personality! I was turning into a child!”
    He cocked his head to the side for a moment before replying, “What do you mean ‘had’?”
    “Crystal and I…merged.” His eyes widened. Now it was his turn to be shocked. “I wanted to bring her back with me as her own person, but.”
    “Crystal as in… green hair, purple eyes, lifeless?”
    “Lifeless? She wasn’t lifeless, but yes, that was her.”
    “I…I know it. I’ve been running from it. That AI is a lifeless machine…What do you mean you merged?”
    Becca shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a long story.” Josh persisted until she let up. “She’s not an AI. She’s my split personality.” Now it was his turn to scoot away. His eyes were wide with fear. His face ghostly pale.
    “We’ve been trying to delete that program for years! It’s a virus! It goes through the Sphere stealing information for the SPP.”
    “She’s not a virus!” Becca insisted. “She’s a person! With thoughts and feelings and…”
    “No. Crystal is a program designed to steal sensitive information from government programs and infect everything it touches. I’d know. I helped make it!” He said. His eyes were fierce. “I made many Crystal’s and unleashed them into the Sphere. Those games that traumatized kids. Where do you think they came from? I uploaded the program into a Crystal and sent it out. It would then find a suitable target meeting our criteria and infect the game they went into.”
    “That’s…that’s not possible! She was my friend! I lived with her. She had real feelings.”
    “The only thing that program knows how to do is destroy! If its infected your avatar, we need to get it out!” Josh said. He stared at her with a stern expression. He must have seen she wasn’t going to budge. Crystal was part of her! She wasn’t a program!
    He turned his attention to the tablet in his hands. He flipped through some pictures before showing her the screen. “Is this her?” She stared at the image dumbfounded.
    “Hey, you can’t be in here!” A voice called out. They looked up to see the physical therapist returning with her ice. Josh grabbed the tablet from her hands and stood up before giving Becca one last look.
    “When you can walk, meet me in my room.”
    Josh was right. That was her. At the same time though, it wasn’t. The green hair and violet eyes were unmistakable. But that picture, it was of a little girl. Was it… the same little girl that followed her all those years ago? If that Crystal was a virus, who the hell had she been sleeping next to for all those months?

  2. Sonic and his friends packed for an overnight trip. Eggman had been quiet recently, and showed no signs of appearing again sometime soon, so they decided to take a well needed trip.

     

    Knuckles had insisted on staying at Angel Island, but the others claimed it wouldn't be as much fun without him.

     

    Knuckles only had a small bag of his belongings, a spare set of gloves and shoes.

     

    Tails had upgraded the plane, so that way it could carry the five of them, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Cream.

     

    "If this trip is a total disappointment, then I'm gonna throw your head into a wall," Knuckles growled, still upset about being forced to go. Sonic patted the echidna's shoulder, "Don't worry, Knux, it'll be fun."

     

    Knuckles still didn't think so, after the long ride there, it had gotten dark. A female wolf Mobian greeted them. "Welcome! I already picked out the rooms for you, girls in one, boys in the other, I do hope you'll enjoy your stay. Oh, and just one more thing, even though it should be none of my business, but would any of you happen to be bedwetters?"

     

    Four of the Mobians laughed, however, one stood behind them, trying to hide his blush. "That's the funniest thing I heard in years, no, I think all of us have grown past that," Sonic said. "Bedwetting does not stop as you age, it might lessen, even stop for most people, but I'm sure one of you at least have that problem, I see it all the time," the wolf replied.

     

    "Don't worry, I'm sure we can handle it, right guys?" Sonic turned to face the others, and noticed Knuckles blushing and staring at the floor. "Knuckles, you are a bed wetter?" Knuckles blushed harder, but nodded slightly, "I-i-i only get the slight phases, it just pops on and off, but y-yeah, I am...."

     

    "Don't worry, I think I can help you with that," the wolf offered.

     

    'Why do I get the feeling I'm not gonna like this?' Knuckles thought.

     

    ..........

     

    Sonic and Tails got ready for bed while waiting for Knuckles to get back, when he did, the echidna's muzzle was a brighter red than his fur. And an unmistakable thick, patterned diaper was wrapped around his waist.

     

    Chuckles and snickers forced their way out of Sonic's mouth.

     

    "I refuse to believe this, I tried to tell her that I wouldn't need the diapers, that I only get the occasional phases, but she said she didn't want to take any chances," Knuckles's voice was so quiet and full of disbelief, he almost sounded like a child.

     

    "Well, you never know what will happen, so I don't blame her for being cautious," Tails replied. Knuckles grumbled and crawled into bed.

     

    Once Sonic and Tails were asleep, Knuckles untaped the diaper from his waist and threw it into the trash, whispering, "I don't need that silly thing."

     

    He curled up under the blanket, already half asleep when he felt the urges of a filling bladder. His first thought was to get up and find a bathroom, but he was slipping deeper into sleep to care, that, and he was too comfortable to move.

     

    In his dream, he desperately needed to pee, dancing around and looking everywhere. All the bathrooms were locked, or out of order. He quickly found a single tree, making sure no one could see or hear him, he hid behind the tree and finally relieved his aching bladder.

     

    In the real world, the unmistakable sound of an emptying bladder could be heard in the silence. Urine soaked the bed sheets, staining them yellow, the puddle grew slowly, surrounding Knuckles's lower body and even reaching up to his stomach and chest. Knuckles subconsciously sighed in relief.

     

    By morning, Sonic was the first awake, the first thing he caught was the smell of urine in the air, and he looked around the room, finally spotting the wet spot in Knuckles's blanket. He quietly shook Tails awake, and then went outside to get the others.

     

    ..........

     

    Knuckles yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked up, startled to see everyone else staring down at him, none of them seemed slightly amused. "Uhh... morning...?"

     

    "Echidna, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen, this is what happens when you don't," the wolf growled, pulling the blanket off of Knuckles, giving him a perfectly clear view of his late night accident.

     

    "Uhhh.... ummm... Uhh.." Knuckles stuttered, unable to think of anything to say.

     

    "Well?" the wolf crossed her arms, waiting for an answer.

     

    "I don't know! I haven't wet the bed in months! I didn't know!" Knuckles exclaimed.

     

    "Why didn't you keep the diaper like you were supposed to?"

     

    "It made me feel like an actual baby, it felt strange to me and I thought I didn't need it."

     

    The others glanced at each other, all thinking the same thing. The wolf girl spoke up, "Your friends have thought of the perfect punishment."

     

    'Uh oh.'

     

    ..........

     

    "Breakfast is ready!"

     

    Sonic and the others quickly ran into the main room, Knuckles, however, just slowly walked into it, once again, trapped with a thick diaper. "All day?" he asked, still regretting what had happened.

     

    "All day," Amy confirmed.

     

    Knuckles sighed and sat down with them, the diaper crinkling and pressing against his rump.

     

    'It would've been easier if I had wore it the first time.'

     

    (Sorry it's rather short, I was tired and wanted to post something. I only own the wolf girl, everyone else belongs to Sega.)

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    It was late. The sun had long since left the horizon, leaving the inky black of night to cover the world. Inside a small house, which lay in a quiet glade, lit only by the crackling fireplace, sat a teenager- a girl. She sat at a desk, pen in hand, writing into a small notepad, speaking her words as she wrote.
    "Day forty six..
    It feels like forever ago now. Mother always told me these woods where filled with wild Pokemon. Teeming with life...but it's empty. Silent. Nobody's here, or at least...nobody I have seen. Fallen trees, marked with paint for cutting lay around the edges of the forest, and bulldozers like an army surrounding this once peaceful place. But deep inside...its like a whole different world. Everything is so green, and lush. Everything feels alive. But there are no birds in the trees, no trainers, no bugs. Just...that awful silence, so thick you can almost feel it. Where is all the life mother told me of? Where are all the Pokémon? That's what I'm determined to find out. The news say it's just...migration. But it can't be...all types at once? No way. I've been documenting everything.. I've seen only six of the native Pokemon, where there should be hundreds. The ones I've seen have looked sickly and sad..Could it be because of the forest disappearing? Being cut down? I don't know, but I will find out. Somehow.."

     

    She set down the pen, sighing as she turned to the window, and the clouds which had been covering the moon, finally allowed its ghostly light to shine through, illuminating the area in a silvery glow. The girl started as she saw a creature watching her from the edges of the trees, standing beside the largest of them. She peered closer, and saw a tail...long ears......paws.. The figure stepped forward, revealing itself to be a Lucario.

     

    The girl heard a gasp pass her lips when she took in the state of the Pokémon. it's skin was stretched tight over its bones, giving it a gaunt, almost skeletal appearance. It's fur was a disarray of knots and tangles, and one of its piercing red eyes where crossed with a long healed scar. Its chest spike had obtained a web of cracks from an unknown attack-though what could have caused such damage, yet not kill the poor creature, she didn't care think about at this time. The girl slowly stood, and opened the door to her cabin.
    "H-hello. Are...you okay?"
    There was no reply, the silence of the forest becoming deafening.
    "I....I'm Alice."
    Alice took a step forward, but jerked back when the lucario bared its sharp fangs, a rolling snarl of warning coming from it.
    "H-hey! It's okay. I..I don't want to hurt you. It's freezing out here- you..you can come inside."
    All her instincts told her to run- to flee from this wild animal. Yet she knew in her heart it wouldn't hurt her.
    "You can trust me."
    The Lucario eyed her warily, before slowly walking forward. Alice smiled encouragingly, giving the Pokémon a wide space as it entered her cabin. Alice shut the door, the cold air quickly being snuffed out by the warm fire.
    "You..look hungry. I made dinner earlier- want some?"
    The Lucario showed no signs it had heard her. It was inspecting the various pictures of Alice and her family, hung on the walls.
    "Oh. That's my mom and dad."
    The Lucario gave her a questioning look, which she interpreted as asking why she wasn't with them.
    "They...they died. In a forest fire. They where trying to save the wild Pokémon inside, but..got trapped."
    The Lucario opened its mouth, briefly, as if to speak, then closed it again. Alice took note of this behavior, wondering if this could be one of the few Pokémon who chose to learn the human language..
    "So! Are you hungry?"
    All theories of it being able to speak went out the window when she recieved only a grunt in reply. Alice busied herself with heating up a bowl of soup, watching the Lucario explore her small home out of the corner of her eye. She saw it walk over to the television, and turn it on, then sit down to watch- as if it had done so a hundred times before.
    "So you've been in a house before, I'd guess?"
    She received no reply. But at this point- she honestly didn't expect to.
    "I wonder..."
    The Lucario's eyes darted towards her, silently prompting her to continue.
    "Your the first wild Pokémon I've seen who hasn't attacked me, or run
    Away. You've obviously had prior experience with humans- at least enough to know that not all of them are hunters."
    The Lucario didn't make any indication as to confirm or deny her words. Alice let the subject go, for now, seeing as she was making no progress pressing the point. Within minutes, she was serving the Pokémon. Alice hummed.
    "You know...I know a lot of Pokémon like being called by their species name, but a lot of others have nicknames. Do you have one?"
    At its sharp nod, Alice beamed.
    "Well, let's see..what could it be...is-"
    "It's Luke."
    Alice went silent, her green eyes wide in astonishment.
    "Wh-what?"
    The Lucario gave a ghost of a smile, though it's eyes where haunted,
    "I said, my name is Luke."
    _____
    Authors Note:
    If you've enjoyed this chapter, please drop a comment =) omo will be coming in soon, I promise, though likelyin the form of a flash back.
    Thank you to all whom have enjoyed this thus far!

     

    If you want your Oc (preferably a humanoid Pokemon of some sort, or even a person) to be included in this story, drop me a message here or on skype, at mewtwo393

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    A loud wail escaped the small, black-haired girl. Her crimson-colored eyes, interlaced with a cloudy, uneven purple, displayed the moment they opened, as they heard the door open wide. It was her parents.

     

    “Oh, dear, not again…” Her mother muttered.

     

    “I-it’s not my fault!” The girl sobbed. “G-Gina w-w-was doing this thing, where-”

     

    “Not this again…” Her father said, obviously fed up with the excuses. “I’ll agree with your mother that it shouldn’t be something to worry about, but wetting the bed can NOT be blamed on your sister.”

     

    “B-but she was brewing with that one th-”

     

    “Alicia!” A girl beside the first interrupted, getting out of her (notably dry) bed. “Any novice Alchemist knows brewery, while mostly used for transmuting, can be used for strengthening and weakening body parts.”

     

    “Exact-” Alicia started to say before being cut off by her sister.

     

    “-But no ingredient affects, positively or negatively, your baby bladder.”

     

    “Now Gina…” Their mother interrupted. “You’re not helping, and you’re only going to make her more upset.” The way her mother talked almost made it seem like Alicia couldn’t understand, but her mother took note of such a fact immediately and turned back to her youngest daughter. “You should also know that Gina was exposed to the fumes just as much, if not more, than you, so she’d have wet the bed if it did affect her. Just calm down and let’s clean up your mess, we’ll forget this ever happened, alright?” Alicia nodded, rubbing away her tears with her left hand as her right was tugged gently by her mother, helping her out of bed. She noticed her sister dashing for the bathroom, but Alicia didn’t speak up. After all, she had more things on her mind than that, and it wasn’t just her accident.

     

    “Twin’s Root…” She muttered in a low voice. “…no, Twin’s Root transfers an effect to a blood related sibling, it must’ve been a Water Glaive…”

     

    ~~~~~~~~~~

     

    Alicia, being 13 now, hadn’t wet her bed in years. Of course, to her dismay, it was only two. …well, one and a half, but her pride forced her to round up. …of course, her pride also made sure to discount the daytime accidents she had had (especially whilst or directly after brewing), but that was neither here nor there.
    Alicia had been growing up rather well, and being only three years younger than her sister, she had found herself following in the older sibling’s footsteps. Most notably, of course, was her profession and hobby: Alchemy.

     

    Being an Alchemist took years of study, but growing up reading about every plant and experimenting with them firsthand had made her a proficient Alchemist by her teen years, even picking up on things that her sister often overlooked. This may have been the main reason for her discovery during the years of the secret ability of the Water Glaive, a fat looking Lili pad that looked more like a balloon than a plant, which seemed to grow out in the shape of a sword, using its four points for balance and growing out one point more so than others for general growth. Alicia had noticed that, when smashing the plant, the water the drained out of it had changed with a white coloration to it (when normally being perfectly clear), though it often was disguised by the green that often rubbed out of plants (most notably grass). She had tasted it once and, not really being aware of any affect, decided it was safe. However, after ten seconds, she felt her bladder begin to quickly weaken, and she couldn’t help but realize her pants were getting drenched with pee. This odd ability was quickly noted down in her memory and never made mention to her sister. After all, this was the perfect way to make her sister understand just how much potential, not to mention power, Alicia had.

     

    But revenge came first, and thus, she kept looking for ways to make the perfect formula. After only two weeks of notes, which were followed by multiple (embarrassingly accurate) tests, she found the attributes she needed, and wrote them in a small book she kept in her coat pocket. It read, in her red pen ink:

     

    Water Glaive: After crushed, one drop induces rapid muscle weakening in the bladder, begins immediately, lasts one second per drop, strength is weak and increases per drop. NOTE: Muscles regain strength at body’s normal rate.

     

    Twin’s Root: After cooked and chopped, will make any potion effect only the closest (in years) sibling of the recipient of the potion. Minimum/maximum amount too small/big to calculate.

     

    Herald’s Folly: (I still don’t understand the story behind this name…) After Purplish liquid is extracted (often through chopping) potion that it’s applied to takes effect after 10 seconds per drop, 1 second if cooked till boiling. Notably, however, any effect caused by Glowing Salt is unaffected by this, happening immediately.

     

    Glowing Salt: (hard to manufacture, just buy it!) One pinch will induce a slight thirst. If mixed with any potion containing Water Glaive, it seems to make any water that enters the body seem to duplicate while also speeding the body’s process of using water.

     

    And this was what she needed. Four, simple ingredients, three of which found around her house and the fourth easily being bought off of any merchant (seeing as it has a much more pronounced taste than average salt). So, what better time to start working on the perfect formula than the day before her older sister’s birthday, right? So, the girl began working, and after only a few hours, she had multiple potions ready, each of which carefully measure and labeled for specific things.
    The first, being the smallest container of all (that she began drinking immediately) was timed to take an immediate, astonishing effect at night, with no hint of Glowing Salt but plent of Water Glaive.
    The second, one she also drank immediately, had a single drop of Water Glaive, yet plenty of Glowing Salt. These first to were going to be the perfect combination and work hand in hand, and already she saw her sister going for a drink of water.
    The third was in a huge vial with a label “5M” on it. This was a time delayed potion that was, while able to be displayed without anyone knowing what is was for, would cause her sister to need to drink water a little more often for five minute before her bladder would start to give out all at once, She Had plenty of that potion, so she was sure she would be having an “accident prone” older sibling soon enough.

     

    And now, the fun began. She stayed up at night, her excitement almost helping her witness her plan in full affect. It was to be her Sister’s 16th birthday that morning, and already the day before Gina had been drinking plenty of water and making plenty of bathroom trips, though only the thirst and filling of her bladder were altered from the potions that Alicia had drank (all containing Twin’s Root). Now, her sister was shifting in bed, her need under control only for a few more seconds. Alicia watched in awe as her older sister sighed in relief, a smile going across her face as her bladder emptied. Alicia tiptoed over, peeling the covers away to witness the accident that her sister her made, and she couldn’t help chuckling as she placed the covers back, tiptoing back. Alicia opened her coat pocket to reveal plenty of vials containing the time delay potion, and she laughed once more. “Happy birthday, baby…”

     

    ~~~~~

     

    Gina woke up, a smile on her face before even her eyes had opened, because why not? It was her 16th birthday, and with that, she was one step closer to being hired as a full-time Alchemist! Being 17 meant she’d have an apprenticeship, and 18 would almost guarantee the day she would be hired by some sort of church or count or whatever to brew anything and everything!
    Then, as she kicked the blankets off, she paused. The normally warm summer air was chilly on her legs, and she couldn’t figure out why until the answer made her regret asking. She, a sixteen year old girl, a year from apprenticeship, basically a woman already, had wet herself. This wasn’t even a small accident either, it was huge. Her bedsheets were stained a rather visible yellow, and already she wondered if she may even be able to rid the room of the sheets alone, much less the smell that seemed to make her mind say she was a little girl every time she inhaled.

     

    “Good morning sleepy head!” Her sister shouted, making Gina flinch. “Whoah, oh bless the gods… did you…?” The question only brought tears to the girl’s eyes, and holding her own hands seemed to be the only thing keeping her from sobbing.

     

    “A-Alicia… please… don’t tell our parents, alright?”

     

    Alicia tilted her head, a frown already on her face. “And why not? You always told them when I wet the be-”

     

    “B-but that’s different!” Gina said, almost shouting before she stopped herself. Her next words came in a whisper. “I-I’m sixteen, a-and it’s my birthday, a-and-”

     

    “-And you wet your bed like a little girl.” Alicia interrupted, causing Gina to visibly flinch. “If you want to keep me from talking… well… you have to promise me something.”

     

    “Anything!”

     

    “...You take me with you whenever I ask, got it?”

     

    “Whenever?”

     

    “Whenever, no matter how embarrassing. And the moment you say no, I’ll start telling mom and dad to check your bedsheets for stains. Maybe… maybe even your friends…”

     

    After a moment of thinking, which only proved to make Gina’s face change a few shades, she nodded. “D-d-deal!”

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    “Hey, pull over at the next fast food restaurant!” a young woman called to her driver, fidgeting a bit.

     

    “Don't listen to Kaylee,” countered her close friend, who was sitting with her in the back of their van. He grinned at the girl, poking her in the stomach. “How about we have a contest instead?”

     

    “What are you talking about, Alan?”

     

    Alan moved to sit beside his best friend and pushed his palm against her abdomen. It was hard, difficult to press down on. She yelped and slapped at his hand, which caused him to pull his arm back. He had a grin plastered on his face and he was very obviously amused.

     

    “Alan!” she squealed. “I'm going to pee if you do that!”

     

    “That's why we shouldn't pull over!” He lifted up his hoodie and the shirt beneath it to show how his abdomen was slightly swollen. “I have to use the bathroom, too. Let's see who can hold it longer.”

     

    It was probably a terrible idea, but it was thrilling all the same. They would both hold it until they absolutely couldn't anymore, and then they would burst, spilling urine into the carpet of the back of the van... But Kaylee was a rich girl and could waste some money to get it cleaned, so there was no real damage done. As long as the anime and manga collection they kept in the vehicle wasn't damaged, it would actually be quite fun.

     

    “Actually, don't pull over!” she agreed, smiling over at the driver, who shook his head and sighed at the two in the back. He was always finished with their antics before they even started up, and this was clearly no exception.

     

    Alan ran his fingers through his bleached blond hair before reaching over to the ice chest they kept with them, pulling out two cans of soda. He handed one to Kaylee as he sat back down. The can fizzed as he opened it, and he made a motion for his friend to open hers as well. “It's more fun if you're drinking something.”

     

    “It's more fun? You've done this before?”

     

    He shrugged. “I didn't have anything better to do with my time, so sure.”

     

    That meant he knew for a fact this was fun, right? So then there was even less harm done in trying it. Their interests aligned with one another perfectly, and everything one was interested in, so was the other—so the theoretical probability of her enjoying a holding contest was one hundred percent, wasn't it?

     

    She squirmed a little as she took a drink of her soda, hips wiggling as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her. Alan must have been feeling the effect of it, too, as he ground his crotch just a bit against the heel of his shoe. Still, he took a big gulp of it, grinning as he moved the can away from his lips. His gaze was taunting, as if he already knew beforehand that he was going to win the contest and she was going to lose. But she had a chance at beating him, right? Maybe his desperation would be worse than hers in the end.

     

    “I bet I'm gonna definitely beat you at this,” he teased, setting his drink down and getting on his hands and knees to get in Kaylee's face. He raised one of his hands to poke her stomach before going up to tickle the crook of her neck.

     

    She yelped and kicked at him, nailing him in hip and forcing him to fall backwards. The desperation was suddenly worse, and she jammed a hand between her legs to keep from letting anything spurt out. After a moment of squirming and gritting her teeth, she finally got herself under control and kicked the boy again. “Not fair! You can't do things like that.”

     

    He grinned again, taking another drink of his soda and looking at Kaylee triumphantly. “Who said there was rules? I bet you almost just lost it!” he chirped in a singsong tone, happily flapping his left hand a few times.

     

    “I did! Not faaaaiiiir!” She was wailing now, flailing in Alan's general direction. She huffed, but she still took another sip. She was taking smaller drinks than her friend, which probably wasn't fair, but with the move he just pulled, she couldn't find it in her to feel any guilt. Besides, if he kept drinking like he was, he was going to end up bursting long before her.

     

    “You're going too slow.” It was almost like he read her mind, motioning to the soda can in her hand. “In three, we're both gonna chug the whole thing. ...One, two, three.”

     

    She couldn't really argue with him, since she had agreed to partake in this little contest that her friend had come up with. She tipped her head back and downed her beverage without taking in a single breath before the container was empty. It left a sickish feeling in her stomach, but more than that, she really needed to use the restroom. Her hand went to her crotch and she crossed her legs, thighs pressing together tightly.

     

    Alan seemed to be struggling now as well, sitting on his foot to grind down on the heel of his shoe. His thighs were trembling as he leaned forward, teeth clenched and both hands at his slightly bulging abdomen.

     

    They seemed to be at the exact same point, and who would tip over the edge first was completely unknown. It could be either or at this point—they were both having trouble and they were both ready to burst.

     

    Desperation hit the girl hard, and she felt a bit of warmth dampen her fingertips and her palms. She must have been leaking already! Her face went red with embarrassment, and Alan definitely took note. He gave her a teasing smile, though it looked forced, like he needed to put plenty of effort into it—which he probably did, considering the state he was in.

     

    “Does that mean you've lost?” he asked, an edge of false innocence to his voice.

     

    Kaylee refused to admit defeat, but another spurt of urine gushed out and spilled through her fingers, dampening the carpet that covered the back of the van. She definitely had lost, and there was no doubt there. She even let a moan slip as more piss spurted out of her and hit the floor.

     

    “You did lose!” He ground down harder on his shoe, letting out a soft whimper as she noticed a wet patch darken the front of his pants. A heavy breath passed his lips as he leaned down even further, a moan coming from his throat. “I'm the winner, it looks like. But I bet I can last even longer! I won't...ahh...won't break until you wet yourself all the way...!”

     

    He was struggling to speak properly, but then Kaylee had nothing to say, since she was trembling and too overwhelmed by the sensation to even manage to speak.

     

    She couldn't hold on anymore, and it all came spilling out. She squeaked as urine soaked her dress and her thighs, and soaked into the carpet. It felt so good to let go, and she slumped down against the side of the vehicle once her bladder was empty.

     

    Alan, who was still trying to maintain his control, finally relaxed. He moaned loudly as piss drenched his pants and his shoe, and he seemed perfectly content sitting in a puddle of his own urine afterwards.

     

    Kaylee couldn't help giving a breathless laugh when she heard the driver mutter something about those damn kids, but he was just going to have to get used to it—she got the feeling that she and Alan were going to have plenty more “contests” in the future.

  3. Turquoise was on her way to her next session with the Diamonds. Ever since returning to Homeworld, she had to re-learn everything she had forgotten, as well as learn about the new planets and sectors that the gems had taken control over. Emerald was accompanying her diamond, Turquoise was the only person she'd ever grown to love. Turquoise reciprocated those feelings, but could not show the diamonds. The Blue Gem refused to let Emerald get banished just because of her feelings. “Turquoise!”
    “Yes, Yellow Diamond?”
    “Pay attention! You're going to be helping us watch over these sectors. I want you to be useful, so don't go day dreaming. You may be a Diamond, but you still have a lot to learn.” Turquoise nodded her head. She stared back at Emerald. Wait until later, we'll talk about it later. The Blue Gem had to repeat to herself. Emerald already had an accident, if either of them did something wrong, it would be the end of their trip.

     


    Turquoise Has Some Fun


    “Turquoise?”
    “Yes Emerald?” Turquoise was busy, working on plans to make the star Ax9B466 useful as a gem colony.
    “Do you know why the diamonds w-”
    “Wanted to replace you with a Pearl?” The Blue Gem cut off Emerald's train of thought. “Yes. Are we to talk about it now? No.” Emerald pouted.
    “I've had enough! It's been eight months since we got back, yet you barely talk to me. You rarely even ask me a question, let alone tell me to do something! What's wrong?”
    “LATER!” Turquoise turned her head, staring at her Emerald. “I'll explain later. Emerald stared at the floor, nodding her head.
    “Ok.” Turquoise looked back to the console. She had to work, she had to impress the diamonds. The Blue Gem looked up in the corner of the room. A camera's right there. It might not be them, but I know someone's watching. Emerald stared into the corner, then back to Turquoise.
    “My Di-”
    “Don't ask.”

     

     


    Turquoise walked into her living quarters. She didn't need that much, so it was just a small room with a couch on it. As the Blue gem stepped inside, her Emerald followed quickly behind. “My Diamond, may I come in?”
    “Make yourself at home.” Emerald ran up to the Blue Gem and latched her arms around the Diamond she cared so much for.
    “I'm sorry for whatever I did, I just want to be happy with you.” Turquoise turned around and kissed her clueless Emerald.
    “We're constantly being watched, the only place I can be safe about us is here, or even at your quarters. Ever since we got back, after your little accident, Yellow Diamond has stopped approving of us, even more than usual.” Emerald kissed her diamond's cheek.
    “Don't worry a bit about her.” The small, Green Gem jumped up, an idea popping into her head. “I'll go get you a drink. You need one after such a long day of work!” Turquoise nodded her head, as Emerald ran to get a cup of alcohol for The Blue Gem. What is up with her? She's been so hyper since we got back. The Diamond thought quietly to herself, waiting for the Green Gem to get back.
    There was a sudden knock at the door. “You finally back with my drink?” Turquoise looked back at the door, where she saw Emerald being held by Yellow Diamond.
    “This is your runt, isn't she? Don't let her near the drinks again, she was trying to sneak out with two cups of alcohol.” Turquoise stared at Yellow Diamond.
    “Put her down, I ordered her to get both.” Yellow Diamond stared at the lowly Turquoise.
    “Fine!” Yellow Diamond threw the Emerald on the ground. “PEARL! Bring Turquoise the two drinks we confiscated!” A Yellow Pearl walked out from behind the Diamond, and handed a tray to Turquoise. It was a small, gray, metallic tray, housing two small cups of an orange substance.
    “Thank you. Now leave me. I wish to be alone, I need to talk some sense into this Emerald.”
    “Of course. But remember to meet me later, we must discuss our plans for the next planet.”

     

     


    “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?” Turquoise yelled at the top of her lungs. She was running around the small area, making sure no one could watch, or listen in on their conversation.
    “I- You've just been working so hard, I wanted to get you the strong stuff.”
    “YOU GOT TWO CUPS! WE COULD'VE GOTTEN SHATTERED BECAUSE OF YOU BEING SO INCOMPETENT!” Emerald walked over to Turquoise.
    “My Diamond.” Turquoise looked down, only to see the top of Emerald's head. Emerald looked up, a smile in her eyes. “You have to try this shit, My Diamond.” Turquoise smiled, her smile turning into a chuckle. The chuckle turning quickly into a laugh.
    “You always know how to make me smile.” The Diamond turned around staring at the tray that was laid on the bed. She walked over, and grabbed one of the two cups, handing it to Emerald. “I know you wanted one, just take it.” Emerald blushed, nodding at her Lover's request. Slowly, she took the cup out of Turquoise's hand, and took small sips of it. Turquoise lifted the cup to her mouth, before whispering out the words, “To us.”

     

     


    Emerald was sitting on the bed, waiting for her Diamond to change. “Your meeting with Yellow D is soon.”
    “I know, I just need to find something decent to wear. These pictures aren't giving me anything to work with!” Emerald walked up to the wall, tons of human outfits were hung up by small thumbtacks.
    “How about you let me choose something?” Turquoise nodded.
    “If you choose something ugly, I'm gonna give you five across the ass.” Emerald chuckled.
    “Don't make me want to.” Turquoise walked over to, and jumped on, the bed. Emerald stared at the pictures, before ripping pieces off. She took a few pieces of tape, which was laying on the ground next to her, and put the pieces together. “How about this?”
    Turquoise looked at the crudely put together picture. There was a green skirt, with a ribbon tied around the waist. The shirt was short-sleeved, and had a blue color, with a dark green, sleeveless jacket over. There was a small green bow, barely even noticeable, locking a small bit of hair behind her head. “I believe the humans call that a pony tail. Don't know why. I just thought it looked nice.”
    “Let's drop the ponytail a bit, and we're good.” Emerald blushed, staring at Turquoise.
    “Let's get going, don't wanna be late.” Emerald smiled at her diamond. Turquoise went up in a flash, her clothes changing in an instant. She walked to the door, chuckling on her way. Emerald following close behind.
    “I'll give you that 5 later.”

     

     


    Emerald followed Turquoise, staying close behind. She didn't want anything bad happening to her, nor to herself. Turquoise kept her attention forward, her steps getting slower as she went along. Emerald had to help Turquoise stand up at times. Neither had any clue what was going on, but Turquoise had a feeling it was bad. Emerald stopped to think, then ran to catch up with Turquoise.
    “You drank the whole cup, didn't you?” Turquoise nodded.
    “Why?” Then, it hit her. The reason she was starting to loose control. She drank too much. “You gave me the strongest alcohol on homeworld. Now, I'm in dire need to piss.” As soon as it hit her, it started to dawn on her. What if I end up wetting in front of Yellow Diamond, she's going to have us both shattered. I can't do this. Turquoise kept walking, trying to stay calm, but it wasn't working. Her mind was focused on trying not to let her bowels take control of her. She was shaking, forcing her arms to stay still. Her body was swaying back and forth, her bladder full of liquid.
    “Turquoise, are yo-”
    “I'm alright, I'm fine. Let's just keep going.” Emerald blushed, she was only worried about if Turquoise was alright. She stared forward, looking at Turquoise.
    “Turquoise!”
    “I'm fine.” Turquoise stopped, her face starting to redden. She felt something starting to come out, small little spurts starting to flow from her crotch, out of her clothes. “Emerald, we have to find somewhere quiet, where we can be alone.”
    “Why?”
    “COME ON!” Turquoise grabbed Emerald's hand, as she started running. Every time her heel hit the ground, more came out. Every squirt was another slowdown point. Her bowels were acting up, her whole body was shaking, every step making it worse. Turquoise had to force herself not to burst, the pain was making her tense up, and almost made her break down. Her hands were locked in place, her mind focused on finding somewhere to pee.
    The Blue Gem tripped a few times, but Emerald was always sure to catch her. They had to keep running, Turquoise was loosing patience. She had to find somewhere, anywhere, that she could go in peace. The two gems stopped running, Turquoise turning back towards Emerald. “Do you see anywhere?” Emerald looked around, shaking her head afterward. “Come on, there has to be some place. Anywhere.” Turquoise pulled Emerald along, starting into a sprint, when she lost it.
    “Tur- My Diamond, are you ok?” The Blue Gem fell to the ground, her breath was getting heavier. Everyone turned their attention to the Diamond who had just fell. Her clothes were wet, extremely wet. Everyone could see dark spots on her dress.
    “Pick me up.”
    “What?”
    “I said, PICK ME UP!” The Emerald did as she was told. “Now take me home. I need some rest.” Emerald nodded, then jumped over the crowd, running as fast as she could back to Turquoise's quarters.

     

     


    Once the two got back, Turquoise sat down in the corner. “I know what it must have felt like, to pee in front of all those people.” Emerald blushed, Turquoise stared into her Emerald's face. “I won't let it happen again. Turquoise started to push herself up, she let out one single squirt, then she fell back to the floor. Emerald sat down, there was nothing they could do but wait. Turquoise started to let out tears., slowly letting them become audible. “There was nothing I could do. I let this happen, now we're both dead. What's wrong with me?” Emerald hopped down and hugged her Turquoise tight.
    “Nothing is, you did nothing wrong. If we have to, we can leave together. I won't let them harm you.” Turquoise smiled, and wrapped her arms around Emerald.
    “LET ME THROUGH DAMMIT!” Yellow diamond was right outside, ready to break a gem. Turquoise let go, and pushed Emerald away. Emerald jumped into the kitchen, pretending to get look for something. Yellow Diamond pushed through the door. “TURQUOISE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! WHY IS EVERYONE RIGHT OUTSIDE?” Turquoise blushed, she had nothing to say, it was just a matter of time. The sooner Yellow D. left, the sooner she could go in peace.
    “She-”
    “QUIET! You lowly emerald. I should shatter you for all the problem's you've caused me, for all the distractions you gave your diamond. I'll deal with you later.” The Big Yellow Gem turned around. “I want you to come with me right now, Turquoise! You're going to discuss this planet with-” Turquoise let out a moan. She couldn't hold it any longer, her bowels were beyond full, her stomach was cramping up, her legs were shaking, her arms grabbing her crotch.
    Turquoise tried to force herself up, but she kept falling back down. She couldn't let another leak escape, she wouldn't. Her mind filled with the want to piss, her face turned red, she was sweating, Emerald was running over to her, and Turquoise let it all out.
    Her muscles gave out, her mind went blank, she went limp, as she let every last bit of liquid flow out. She let her mind empty out, as her crotch got wetter, and warmer. As every second passed, her legs felt warm, the floor starting to fill with her pee. This is the sweet relief I've been looking for. She closed her eyes, letting her thoughts fill with nothing but bliss. Her bladder was already half empty, and she didn't want to stop there. She let go of her crotch, and let her arms fall to each side. Emerald jumped on her, hugging her like they would never see each other again. Turquoise smiled, took Emerald's hand, and pushed her crotch in with it. The Blue Gem felt as her pee started to flow out faster, stronger, in an even larger stream. She felt the puddle under her getting bigger and bigger. Everything was blank for one moment, as she let out one loud, shameless, moan. The puddle under her had reached out towards Yellow Diamond, Emerald laid her head on Turquoise's chest. Turquoise felt nothing but bliss, her arms instinctively went around Emerald, her face full of tears.
    “Don't let me go.”
    “Never, My Diamond.” Then, Emerald disappeared, her gem falling on Turquoise's chest. Yellow Diamond was visibly pissed.
    “You have disgraced all of us. I will have both of you shattered!” Turquoise looked at the Emerald on her chest, she stood up, and yelled at the Giant Yellow Gem.
    “WHY! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TRY TO SHATTER HER! SHE DID NOTHING WRONG!”
    “You both have disgraced us, I will not let either of you leave.” Turquoise ran out of the building, Trying to find a place she could be alone. Overall, she just needed a way to get off this miserable planet. She looked around, holding the Green Gem in her hand.
    “I won't let anyone hurt you. Never again.” Turquoise looked up, and saw an old gem ship. Let's get out of here. Turquoise climbed on the ship, and made her way to the front. Starting it up, the ship lifted itself off the ground, before taking off towards earth, the only planet that Turquoise could think to go. “We'll be there soon, I promise.”

     


    Author's note: I'm done. I'm moving on to other things. I love writing, but writing about one thing gets old. I'll see you guys in other stories, and future SU stories. ♥

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    Chapter 1 - The Coffee Did It!


    Klein sat up in bed and yawned. He had the whole day in front of him, and he knew it was going to be an important day. He pulled on some jeans, then combed his medium-short black hair. Klein put on a shirt, then a jacket, and stuffed some contraptions, paper, and other things into his pockets. Today was Klein’s high school graduation day. After he graduated, he’d be given an assignment. He’d worked hard for this day, and headed out of his apartment with great anticipation.
    Sara lay in bed. And yawned. She knew today was going to be a big day. She was a little worried, though. Today she turned from a sophomore into a junior. This was the day she’d be assigned a mentor - someone who’d already graduated - to teach her. What if Sara didn’t like her? What if the mentor didn’t like Sara? She decided that the best thing she could do would be to make a good first impression. She brushed her shoulder-length brown hair, put on a bit of makeup, pulled on her skirt, and slipped on her shirt. Sara checked herself in the mirror. Butt covered enough by skirt? Check. Decently large breasts accentuated by shirt? Check. She made sure to drink a bit of coffee before she finally ventured out of her dorm, and made a beeline for school.

     

    A few hours later…

     

    “Congratulations to you all! I hope you do your best, and have a wonderful new school year!” The principal’s voice boomed through the loudspeakers. “Route Primary Magic is glad to have you all as students!”
    Did I forget to mention this was a Magic school? And that Klein, Sara, and all the other students are Magicians? Everyone had just moved up a grade, and the second half of the school year was starting.
    “Students!” The principal called. “Please go quickly to your respective sign-up areas. “Graduates to Assignment Receiving. Juniors to Mentoring. Sophomores to special course sign-up. Freshmen to orientation and physical exams.”
    Sara filed out the door with the other students, and proceeded to wait in a large room until she got her mentor. All the other juniors were there, too. There were only about fifty of them, and most people knew most other people. “I hope we all get the same mentor!” Sara heard a group of friends saying.
    The speakers crackled. “Sara Ari. Sara Ari. Please come to the office to receive your mentor.”

     

    In another part of the school...

     

    “What?” Klein said.
    “I know, I know. It is highly irregular.” It was the principal. Klein and him were fairly close. Sorta.
    “Yeah, but I wanted something exciting to be my first assignment. This is below my level. I can do more.”
    “Yes, I understand. Nevertheless, our assigned person mysteriously vanished in some freak accident. The post needs to be filled.”
    Klein thought for a bit. “How much does it pay?”
    The principal motioned for Klein to lean in, and whispered in his ear.
    Klein grinned. “Okay. I accept.”

     

    Where Sara is...

     

    Sara walked down the hall to the office. She wondered how long it would take. And how long it was going to take to get through ALL the juniors. She also thought that she needed to pee.
    Sara pushed open the office door, and walked in. Sitting behind the desk was a woman that Sara assumed was the Post-Graduation Agency chairwoman. She’d never seen her in person, but she was in the news all the time. “Please, have a seat. We’re currently finishing our negotiations with your mentor.”
    Sara sat down in a chair opposite the Chairwoman. Sara shook with excitement. This could be really good or really bad, she thought.
    “Would you like some coffee while you wait?” The Chairwoman asked.
    Sara thought of her bladder. It wasn’t too bad, but she didn’t want to be drinking. “Uh, well, you don’t have to…”
    “No, no! I insist. I really do. It’s quite good.”
    Sara gave in. “Alright. I’ll have a cup.”
    The Chairwoman made a very large cup of coffee, and watched eagerly to see if Sara liked it. Sara obligingly gulped it down. “It’s good!” Sara said.
    The Chairwoman’s phone buzzed. “Oh, here’s your mentor! Come in!”
    Sara hoped her mentor was beautiful and kind. Klein walked in. Sara practically screamed! “WHAT! But, but, but…”
    “This is your mentor, Sara!”
    “Nice to meet you,” said Klein.
    Sara recovered. “I thought my mentor was supposed to be a g-girl! Am I still going to live with him like a normal mentor!”
    “Yep.” said both the Chairwoman and Klein.
    Suddenly, a strong urge washed over Sara. She had to pee. Badly. She clenched her muscles, and barely stopped herself from grabbing down there. “S-so, what’s the plan?”
    “Well,” said Klein. “Since school’s out for the rest of the day, I figured you’d come get moved in.”
    Klein and Sara left the office. “Have fun, you two!” said the Chairwoman. “And Klein, try to restrain yourself. She’s young, you know.”
    Sara shivered. She wasn’t sure it was because she had to pee, or because of that comment. “Uh, K-Klein? Can… can I stop by…”
    “No, no. We’ve got to hurry before lunch hour traffic starts.”

     

    Before she knew it, Sara had been whisked away to Klein’s car, and they raced down the highway. “You know,” Sara remarked between pee urges. “You seem pretty normal for a graduate Magician.”
    “Well, I guess I’m just boring like that.” Klein laughed.
    Finally, they pulled up to Klein’s apartment. It wasn’t much, but it looked fairly nice all the same.
    Klein got out of the car, walked around, and held the door open for Sara. She was a little afraid she wouldn’t be able to get up without wetting herself, but she stayed strong and stepped out of the car. Klein led the way, saying, “I live on the second floor, five doors down.” Sara walked up the stairs with him. Every step jiggled her filling bladder. Once she even moaned a bit, but she played it off as the stairs creaking. As she walked the last few steps to Klein’s door, her skirt dug into her bladder, and she had to try her hardest not to grab herself.
    Klein reached down in his pockets for his key. “Oh, crap. I left my key in the car. Hold on, I’ll go get it.” Klein turned to head back down.
    Sara wasn’t going to last much longer. She grabbed herself and bent over slightly, trying to relieve the pressure. Her legs trembled with effort. Klein turned and came back up the stairs. He’d only been gone a few seconds.
    He laughed. “Yeah, just kidding. I didn’t actually leave... “ Klein paused. “What are you doing?”
    Sara turned bright red. “I, uh, well…” she couldn’t really lie at this point. “I-I’m really about to pee.”
    “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t notice. You can go as soon as we get inside.”
    Sara relaxed. “Thanks. But let’s hurry. I seriously have to go.”
    Klein stopped. He tensed. “Hold on.” He squinted, looking into the distance. “Move!” He shoved Sara out of the way as a giant creature crashed right through the apartment stairs. It was a golem, a being created and controlled by a Magician. “Not good.” Klein said. The golem pulled itself out of the hole it had made in the stairs. Klein turned to Sara. “Stay here. I’ll deal with it.” He jumped off the apartment balcony and into the street below.
    The golem ignored Klein. In a gravelly, robotic voice, it said. “Target acquired. Sara Ari. Proceeding to initiate protocol 007.” “Not on my watch!” Klein yelled. He ran up and kicked the golem in the shin. “Damage to main support. Eliminating threat.” The golem bent down to grab Klein, but he jumped back. The golem followed.
    Klein faced down the golem in the middle of the street. It was like some weird superhero showdown. Sara stared in horror. Klein may be a graduate, but that didn’t make him powerful. “Klein, run!” She yelled. In her fear she forgot her bladder’s needs.
    “Don’t worry. I got this!” Klein yelled back.
    The golem raised its fist. It swung at Klein. Soon he’d be a grease spot on the pavement. His career ruined before it even started.
    Or not.
    Klein had caught the golem’s fist. The golem was stopped in its tracks. Klein stepped back. Sara could just barely hear him saying, “I present my awesomeness to be an offering. This sword shall cut for justice and stuff!”
    That was no incantation Sara had heard before, but it worked.
    A huge fiery blade appeared in Klein’s hand. With a mighty stroke, Klein swung it right into the golem’s face. Now his face was gone, and the golem was on fire. Unfortunately, it was still alive. The golem charged at Klein once more. Klein vaulted into the air, and sprung off the golem’s chest. He placed some paper there that Sara had never seen before. “Burst!” Said Klein.
    For a second, the golem seemed to be sucked in towards itself, but then it exploded in a shockwave of light and color. The wave travelled even to where Sara was, knocking her down. And…she wet herself. The blast had knocked the pee right out of her. I shouldn’t have drunk all that coffee, she thought.

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    “I can’t believe this was the best idea I could come up with…” The petite detective looked over the small, padded object she held in her hands. Her outlines for the way she would best hide her identity while attending Yasogami high for her work were almost flawless, except one thing. Being disguised as a boy meant she wouldn’t be able to use the girl’s bathroom without giving herself away, and the boy’s bathroom carried too high a risk with the way it was set up. She was also cursed with a notoriously small bladder, meaning holding it throughout the day probably wouldn’t work in her favor. With no other options, she went to the nearest pharmacy and bought some of the ‘protective undergarments’ that were made for young girls who still wet the bed. With her small stature, it would be no problem to fit into one of them, and to hide it under her school uniform.

    Naoto shook her head, still a bit reluctant, but knowing she was too far into her plans to afford a mistake now. Gradually, she slipped off her pants and panties, then just stood there for a couple of seconds. She hadn’t worn one of these things since she was, well, an infant. It would absolutely be a foreign sensation, especially if she actually used it. Sighing loudly, she slipped up the undergarment, securing it over her slim waist as if it were just a thicker pair of panties. Looking back at the clock, she saw much more time had passed than she thought. “Oh no. I need to hurry.” As quick as she could, she pulled her pants back on, and slipped on some shoes, before running out the door. How bad it would’ve been if she were late to her very first day at school.

     


    So far the plan had gone off without a hitch. Naoto sat in her seat for her 3rd class of the day, and so far, no complications had arisen with either her disguise or her new undergarments. In fact, she’d all but forgotten the thing pull ups she wore underneath. In fact, if it wasn’t for the slight twinge in her bladder reminding her of what she had to use for a bathroom, she’d have forgotten the entire thing. Regardless, the young detective continued to pay attention to the teacher as she taught her lessons, not paying too much heed to everything. As the clock continued to tick down, the feeling in her bladder rose, and was still rising quite fast.

    Naoto looked at the clock. 15 minutes left. I can make it that long. She didn’t want to cause a disruption in class by asking to go to the toilet, especially with such a little amount of time left. Even though she had planned ahead by donning the absorbent garment currently hidden by her pants, it was far above her to use it this soon. Even if the bathrooms were out of the equation, since lunch was next period, perhaps she could use the commotion and noise to slip off behind a bush and quickly relieve herself. While humiliating, it is steps ahead of peeing myself. Naoto thought to herself. She’d had enough of being called childish, which is why she bought the slightly oversized garment adorning her groin, as it was the most adult kind of incontinence garment she could that was close to her size.

    Getting increasingly more desperate, she began rubbing her legs together, hoping the movement would dull the increasing pressure. Her eyes turned yet again to the clock in the room, and she prayed this would be almost over. 11 minutes… Come on, hurry up! Time seemed to move even slower, the hands of the clock mocking her with every slow tick. Deciding it’d probably go quicker if she actually paid attention, she directed herself as best she could to listening to the teacher. She narrowed her eyes at the board, focusing entirely on what was written there as a means of distraction. The teacher’s words even became a mess of jumbled noises, Naoto focusing too hard to be able to care. Unfortunately for her, with her center of attention having moved entirely to the board, she’d relaxed a bit on her groin, and she felt a small warmth escape her. Her focus was instantly brought back down upon her bladder, which was now demanding release.

    Again she looked to the clock. The hands had only moved an extra 2 minutes. There was no way Naoto was going to win this fight. Thinking quickly, she knew the best way to do this would be to go as slow as possible, to allow it to soak up, and hopefully it wouldn’t leak. She relaxed her bladder a bit more, and yellow liquid began to flow. Caught off guard by the unexpected increase of flow, Naoto gasped lightly and tried to close her muscles a little tighter. The stream slowed a bit, to her relief, and the dark haired girl sat there, wetting herself entirely in secret. This is… Warm. An obvious thought, but for Naoto, who hadn’t had an accident since her very early childhood, it was a completely new sensation. And with how her first day has went, she’d have to get used to it if she wanted to keep her disguise without humiliating herself.

    Once her peeing had come to a complete end, her hands shot down to the groin area of her pants, and she felt around for any signs of wetness. Good. No leaks. Her eyes returned to the clock, which now signaled that there were only 5 minutes left. The nervous student looked back to the teacher, paying the rest of her attention to the end of the lecture before the bell rang. Naoto sat there and waited until almost everybody else had left, then slowly stood up and made her exit.

    Lunch flew by in a breeze. Too preoccupied in the morning with her new article of clothing, Naoto had forgotten to make herself a lunch, and instead had to order something from the cafeteria. Still thoroughly stressed by her classroom accident, she ate quickly, and had finished her meal in scant minutes. Still squishing around in a wet pull-up, it was around that time that a major problem she’d overlooked came to mind. How am I going to change out of this? For one who’d prepared for every contingency to forget such a simple task, well, it was ludicrous! Even if she thought of how to sneak into a place where she’d have the privacy to dispose of her wet diaper, she had no spare underpants at all, and there was no way she was going to go commando in school.

    Thankfully for the forgetful detective, the rest of the day went smoothly. The next 3(?) periods went off without a hitch, and she sat in the last 10 minutes of her final class, attentively reading her book since the teacher had decided to end the lecture 12 minutes early. A slight grumbling in her abdomen had her worried for the past 30 minutes, but so close to release meant she probably wouldn’t have to worry. She continued reading through the pages, and time passed by almost in a blink, with no more potty problems to plague her. Sure enough, the bell rang, and this time to signal the end of the day.

    Rather, her problems would begin now. As soon as Naoto went to stand up, a sharp cramp hit her. Though her stomach hadn’t felt too bad, as soon as she got up, the magnitude of pain multiplied sharply, much to her chagrin. Her hand instinctively ran down to her abdomen, and she tried rubbing it to make the sudden bodily interruption go away. While it didn’t leave entirely, it calmed down enough that Naoto could stand up straight, and slightly waddle out of class, on the way home to get some regular panties back on. She walked down the stairs, and out the double doors of her school, somewhat symbolizing her freedom from the strange peeing ordeal.

    Walking through the gate of Yasogami, the sudden cramp came back, and even worse this time. To her horror, she felt her bowels churn, and all the pieces fell into place. Oh no… I can’t do… That in my pants! And especially not in public! The urgency was rising with every second, and Naoto shimmied off to the more secluded areas nearby, hoping she’d at least be able to pull her pants off and go in the bushes or something. Hurrying out of the sight of her fellow students, she looked for a shadowy place and rushed as fast as she could, which wasn’t very fast, considering she had to hold her legs together so the mass of feces wouldn’t escape prematurely. A couple steps from her destination, and a tiny sense of relief washed over her for how close she was. That was all it needed.

    The detective’s clenched anus finally let loose, and a loud cacophony of farts announced the introduction of Naoto’s former lunch into her diaper. Soft, mushy poo flowed out from her anus, completely unrestricted, and caused a minor bulge to appear in the back of her pants. Restricted by the tight waistline, the still moving feces began to spread through any places it could find within her pull up, mixing with the now dried urine from earlier in the day. Grunting hard, she gave up any chance of making it out clean, and decided it would be well worth the effort to just finish up and get home to a clean shower. Some more thick squelching noises made her pooping known, until finally, a spluttering moment of flatulence signaled the end of her ordeal.

    Panting heavily, Naoto moved a very tentative hand to the back of her pants, and slipped one hand down them to feel the back of her diaper. Still in a dreamlike state, the feeling of warm mush confirmed her worst fears. She’d just had a poopy accident right in front of the school. Miraculously, the padding held it all, for the moment, and her next course of action would be to get the heck out of dodge, the remains of her dignity hopefully intact.

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    So this is my first story on here. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it...

     

     


    I should never have done it, but I just couldn’t help myself. The danger, the thrill of getting caught. It was just too tempting.

     

    I should fill you in; my name is Allie and I’m 18. I’ve been with my boyfriend Cal for a while now – long enough to know what gets us both excited. To know how to make a little fun sometimes. And what I’ve found that Cal enjoys, is a dare. He loves to make bets with me that we both know he has a fair chance of winning, but I’m such a sucker for him, I do it anyway.

     

    So today’s dare went a little something like this:

     

    ‘Hey princess.’ His arms wrapped around my waist as I stood in front of the mirror. I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back into his warmth.
    ‘Hi there babe.’ I could already see the mischievous sparkle in his beautiful eyes. ‘Why don’t you let me know what I’m in for today?’ I asked and his smile grew. ‘I’m up for a little fun.’
    ‘I was hoping to hear you say that.’ He replied. ‘Your parents are going to be expecting us soon.’ He pressed down lightly on my bladder and I bit my lip. ‘Your mum’s cooking smells amazing.’
    ‘Get to the point.’ I turned in his arms and he smiled, ducking his head down to kiss me.
    ‘The point?’ he repeated. ‘The point is that I’m officially forbidding you from going anywhere near that toilet today.’ My stomach flipped in exhilaration. ‘If you even think about it princess, I’m going to have to punish you.’ my panties immediately flooded with my excitement.
    ‘But you wouldn’t hurt your baby, would you now daddy?’ I asked and he shook his head.
    ‘Don’t give me a reason to.’ He replied.

     

    *

     

    And now here I am. He’s been plying me with water all day long, and he knows what’s going on. Cal has a way of knowing exactly what I’m feeling just by looking in my eyes. He can tell how excited and desperate I get, and I know he gets off on it as well as I do.
    ‘For my princess.’ He sinks down beside me on the sofa, handing me a glass. He throws his arm casually around me and I cuddle into his side, resting my head on his shoulder. I shift a little and try to find a better position. ‘Ok?’ he questions innocently.
    ‘I need to pee.’ I murmur quietly in his ear and I know he’s grinning that shitty grin he has. The “I know I’ve won” grin. ‘I’m serious.’
    ‘I’m glad you’re all good.’ He answers, ignoring me totally. ‘Come here.’ He tugs lightly and I shift to sit on his lap, leaning into his warm chest. ‘If you have to pee, I guess you’ll just have to do it.’ He raises an eyebrow, kissing my cheek. ‘Cold?’ he asks innocently.
    ‘Freezing.’ I answer and he smirks, pulling a blanket over the both of us. ‘Babe.’ I sigh. As much as I whine, I love the feeling.
    I love the way it feels having a full bladder. I love knowing that everything I’ve been drinking, throughout the whole day, it’s all building up in my bladder. And I’m terribly aware of it. Every time I move, or breathe, or blink. Everything I do, I can feel the urge to pee building. Slowly... slowly...
    ‘Allie?’ I look up at my boyfriend, and then at my parents. ‘They were asking about our summer plans.’ He repeats for my benefit.
    ‘Oh, summer?’ I nod. ‘Right. Sorry. In a world of my own.’ And then, below the blanket, he presses down on my bladder. The little shit. ‘Uh.. We’re, uh-’
    ‘Tell them, baby.’ Cal teases and I swallow hard. Do not, under any circumstances, let your parents know about the gorgeous ache in your bladder. Don’t let them know that you’re gushing with the excitement. Don’t let them know how horny you are right now.
    ‘We’re, uh, we’re going to..’ he presses down harder and I bite my lip hard.
    ‘Are you ok, sweetie?’ mum questions, concern written over her face. I just nod in response. ‘Are you sure? You look a little off today love.’ She comments.
    ‘I’m ok.’ I assure her.
    ‘She just needs to make sure she’s drinking up.’ Cal pushes the glass towards my lips and I have no choice but to down the liquid. ‘See? All better.’ he says and I nod.
    ‘All better.’ I agree. ‘I just need to.. lay my head down. I’ll be fine.’ I rest my head on his shoulder again. ‘I’m going to pee.’ I sigh and he rubs my stomach slowly, inching his hand down between my legs. ‘Please don’t, I’ll pee.’ He undoes my jeans, his fingers worming their way beneath my panties and causing a delicious tingle to run through my body.
    Holy shit!
    The throbbing of my wet pussy is making me wriggle, which is giggling my bladder. I’m going to pee, I don’t think I can hold it much longer. I can hear my loved ones talking around me, but I can’t focus on their conversations.
    God, Cal’s hand. His fingers are teasing my wet pussy and I think I’m going to cum. Or pee. Or both. His hands are magical, I can’t breathe. My bladder is so full, I think I’m about to burst. Everything’s so much, I need to breathe. I try to push his hand away, but all that succeeds in doing is making him push a little harder on my bladder. Shit.
    ‘Babe.’ I bury my face in his neck.
    ‘Do it, princess.’ He kisses my hair and whispers quietly. ‘You know you need to. Just pee. They’ll never know.’ He encourages. ‘Go.’
    I can’t help myself. The feeling of his hand on my bladder, his fingers teasing my wet pussy and the liquid just waiting to be released. It’s all too much. I bite down lightly on the soft skin of his neck so that I don’t make a sound, and he shivers beneath me, his cock growing in its tight confines.
    ‘Oh.’ I sigh. It’s such a delicious feeling, the warm liquid finally escaping from within me, seeping through my panties and jeans, and I know that Cal’s crotch is going to be soaked through too. I’m amazed that no-one can hear it, I can’t even control it anymore. It just keeps coming, soaking me completely, down my thighs towards my knees. The warmth is so beautiful.
    Oh, and Cal’s hand. Right in the way of the stream. He just keeps teasing and fingering, slow and lazy. He knows that it’s not enough. He knows that it’s just going to keep me on the edge but he never once changes pace. He keeps stroking and teasing. He dips a finger inside me, but retracts it immediately.
    ‘Sweetie you look exhausted.’ Mum comments as my stream finally subsides and I slump against Cal. He caresses my hair softly with his free hand.
    ‘I think it’s about time we all went to bed.’ He comments. We say goodnight to my parents and he waits until they’re out of the room before he looks at me.
    ‘Oops?’ I say weakly and he just laughs.
    ‘Oops.’ He repeats. ‘We might have to think about getting my baby into nappies huh?’ he teases.
    ‘Just as long as my daddy takes care of me.’ I agree and he grins mischievously.
    ‘Well that’s an idea for another time.’ he says. ‘For now, let’s see if I can take care of my little baby’s pleasure, shall we?’

     

    .....

     

    I can’t wait for his next dare.

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    (Takes place during Race to the Edge.)

     

    I sighed, as much as I love this island, staying here with five other teens, six dragons, and so much work to do can really wear one out. Especially if that one person is currently dealing with a full bladder. Yes, I know, being the heir to Berk, and riding a very rare, very powerful Night Fury, I should be tough enough and mature enough to handle my own bodily needs, however, since privacy has been rather scarce this past week, I've tried my best to deal with it.

     

    I've always managed to make it before anything happened, so I didn't see it as too bad, but since we're currently doing drills in the forest that don't look like their gonna end soon, my bladder filling up nearly to its limits, and my stubbornness against asking to leave, I might be cutting it very close this time. It a good thing I remembered to go before we came out here, or I'd be in much worse shape.

     

    Trying to focus more on the drills rather than my aching bladder, I examined each of my friends' new tricks on their dragons. "Very well, Astrid, nice maneuver. Ruff, Tuff, your turn." I called out. "Already?" Ruffnut complained, "Yeah, our turn was ages ago," Tuffnut agreed. I sighed, I'm in too much pain for this, "Guys, I'm not in the mood for your silly antics, just show us what you've been working on with Barf and Belch."

     

    I would never say this to the twins, but I kinda pity that dragon.

     

    Astrid decided to speak up, "Come on, you two, if we were attacked at any moment, we want to be ready." Thank you, Astrid, for being the voice of reason. Even though the twins don't listen to reason. "We're already ready, we can sense an enemy from a mile away," Tuffnut boasted proudly, however, he was spooked by Snotlout, who had snuck up behind him, and startled him. "The only thing you can sense is your own nonsense. Don't worry guys, I got this," he said, mounting his dragon, Hookfang.

     

    Astrid walked up to me and whispered, "Sense your own nonsense?" I shrugged, "This is Snotlout we're talking about," I whispered back. I jotted down some notes for myself in the little journal I carry around, trying to take my mind off of how badly I needed to pee right then.

     

    It was getting harder to keep still, and eventually I gave into dancing slightly, since it helped me hold it. "Hiccup, are you feeling alright?" Astrid asked, I blushed slightly, that girl can sense anything out of place. "Of course, I'm alright, why do you ask?" the last thing I wanted to do was admit that I needed to pee greatly, since I should be old enough to hold it on my own.

     

    "You're fidgeting," she pointed out, I then forced myself to stand still, "I didn't even notice," I bluffed. Secretly praying that I don't wet myself before the drills are over, I glanced at the forest behind me. If needed, I could bolt when no one noticed, then come back before anyone knew I was missing. However, my bladder is full enough as it is, and with my prosthetic leg, running fast enough would be nearly impossible.

     

    Speaking of which, my bladder chose right then to send painful spasms through my body, I doubled over and pressed my hands against my front to hold off an accident, even though a few spurts escaped into my leggings. I glanced down, I new my undergarments were damp, however, my leggings were only slightly wet. A single dark spot was visible, but hard to see. I took in a couple breaths and prayed that I wouldn't wet myself in front of all the others.

     

    If an accident did occur, Astrid and Fishlegs would care enough to keep it secret, but Snotlout and the twins would tell the villagers in Berk for sure. And the last thing I want is to become the laughingstock of Berk, if not the entire Archipelago.

     

    With my friends around me, I couldn't hold myself, and therefore, holding the large amount of urine inside me was starting to become harder and harder as more spurts escaped and made a larger, more visible spot on the front of my leggings.

     

    "Hiccup, are you sure you're okay?" Astrid asked, and now everyone else's attention was on me.

     

    Perfect.

     

    I tried to hide the wet stain on my front with the journal, but urine started trickling down my legs, leaving streaks down the sides of my leggings. "Well... gang, I th-think we should e-end drills early t-today," I stuttered, trying to hide the pain in my voice.

     

    Discreetly, I tried pressing the journal to my front in hopes of holding off more of the flood, but my bladder was starting to give up. More spurts and even a couple streams escaped, dampening my leggings further and leaving very visible dark spots and streaks down my legs, urine dripped into the one boot I had left, and even down my prosthetic.

     

    I backed away slowly from the others, already knowing that they can tell I need to pee. Astrid came closer to me, and I couldn't find it in myself to keep my eyes locked to hers.

     

    I'm supposed to be old enough to avoid accidents like this, and yet here I was, blushing madly, with urine running down my legs, I gave up secrecy and grabbed myself tightly.

     

    "Hiccup, you can tell us anything, why didn't you say anything earlier?" Astrid asked, "I'm t-too old to-to b-b-be having accidents, and I didn't want to l-look weak by asking if I c-couldn't leave," I pressed my legs together, trying to ignore the twins' taunts of "Go on, wet yourself. You know you want to."

     

    They were right, in a way, it was becoming so painful, I didn't care about wetting myself anymore, just as long as my bladder emptied. Astrid pat my back, Snotlout laughed, Fishlegs looked worried, and the twins had opened up a bottle of water and started pouring in onto the ground, which sent the pain in my lower region skyrocketing.

     

    I groaned, unable to hold it back anymore.

     

    I can almost picture it, the heir of Berk giving up and wetting himself. It felt very relieving to finally give up and go, but it was also very embarrassing. I sighed in both relief and disbelief as urine flooded my leggings and left a sizable puddle on the ground.

     

    I didn't cry, I wasn't going to give everyone a new reason to laugh at or pity me, but my face was as red as Hookfang's scales.

     

    Astrid ran her hand through my messy hair, "Come on, let's get you dried off," she said, taking my hand and dragging me away. "Wait, so you're not mad at me for wetting myself like a child?"

     

    "Accidents happen, Hiccup, you need to learn that nobody, not even you, is too tough to hide stuff like this."

     

    I blushed again, "Uhh... thanks... I guess..." And with that, she dragged me down to our makeshift base on the island.

     


    (I have gotten into Race to the Edge recently, and I used to love the How to train your Dragon movie a lot, so I decided to revisit old memories and write this. I do not own any of the characters.)

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    Vayne tapped his leg furiously on the ground, unable to sit still. He pressed his legs together hard and squirmed around, trying to not piss himself. He longed to hold himself, but his hands were tied behind the chair, preventing him from using them. The silverette moaned in desperation as his bladder spasmed, bouncing frantically in his seat to hold it.

     

    Suddenly, the door to the room he was in opened, and a pink haired girl walked in, a small smile playing across her face. She closed the door behind herself and stood in front of the desperate teen. "What's wrong Vayne?" She asked pitifully. "Do you need to go potty?"

     

    Vayne's face flushed at her question, though the answer was obvious. Jess patted his thigh reassuringly. "Don't worry, you'll get to go soon." She promised.

     

    The pinkette pulled some rope out of a bag she'd been carrying and tossed the bag to the side. She roughly pulled his legs apart and tied themm to the legs of the chair. Vayne whined at the loss of pressure and his legs began to tremble as he attempted to press them back together.

     

    "You're really desperate." Jess said observantly. She rested her hand gently on his bladder, causing Vayne to whimper, afraid she would push. Instead she said, "You're so full."

     

    Her hand gravitated downwards until it laid on his dick. "Do you want some help?" She offered, faintly squeezing him. He groaned and pressed his hips forward, trying to put more pressure on his crotch. "I'll take that as a yes." She said. The girl squeezed harder, and the boy whimpered great fully.

     

    Then suddenly the hand was gone. Vayne gasped and spurted, pulling frantically at his restraints to try and stem the flow. He stopped himself before any obvious damage was done, panting from the effort. Jess smirked.

     

    She mocked, "So weak, unable to hold your piss like a big boy by yourself." The pinkette sat on his lap, straddling his legs. She slid forward until her body pressed against his, making sure to rock her hips forward into his tortured bladder.

     

    Vayne tried to move his stomach away from her and ended up unsuccessful. He began to leak, a dark spot beginning to form on the front of his blue pants. Jess felt the wet warmth underneath her and snaked a hand down to his crotch and squeezed. "Not yet. Hold it." She demanded.

     

    The boy groaned painfully, but the wet spot stopped growing. Satisfied, Jess climbed off his lap and walked behind him. She pulled a water bottle out of her bag and put the opening to Vayne's mouth. When he refused to swallow the water Jess's hand hovered threateningly over his bladder. Reluctantly the boy drank until she pulled the bottle away, noisily gulping the rest down herself, causing him to wince.

     

    "Good boy." She praised. "As a reward I'll allow you to pee a little...if you want to."

     

    Vayne was tempted, but hesitated for a few seconds. He relaxed, causing a stream of piss to flow out of him, quickly soaking his crotch an spreading to his inner thighs. It never passed there though; just seconds after he started peeing Jessica pinched the end of his dick shut.

     

    Vayne whined and attempted to push the pee out of himself, but it didn't get past her fingers. "That's enough." Jessica cooed. "When I pull my hand away I don't want you to pee anymore okay?"

     

    The silverette gulped and nodded. Jess pulled her hand away and Vayne barely suppressed another torrent of urine. He grinded into the chair, even more desperate than before he'd peed; it only made him feel worse. Jess smirked.

     

    "You're so cute, so desperate for a piss. I would love to give it to you, but you have to cooperate." She said, pacing circles around his chair. "If you can hold it for another 10 minutes I'll let you pee." The pinkette stopped in front of him, smiling down at the desperate boy. "Deal?"

     

    Vayne nodded furiously. Jess sat on his lap the same way as before, but kept a decent gap between their bodies. She felt his bladder, noticing how it bulged from the rest of his stomach. Gently, she pushed on the organ.

     

    Vayne cried out in agony, trying desperately to hold back the flood inside him. Jess pressed harder, and Vayne could feel the beginnings of a leak. However, Jess pulled her hand away just before he began to pee, making him sigh in relief and disappointment.

     

    Jessica sat directly over Vayne's sopping crotch, her parts firmly pressed against his. "5 minutes left." She said encouragingly.

     

    Vayne nodded. 5 minutes. Only 5 minutes until he could pee. He bounced his leg frantically underneath Jessica, unable to think about anything but his desperate need. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice when a wet warmth began to spread over his lap.

     

    When he did notice, he thought he had begun to pee; but Jess was the source of the liquid. She peed slowly onto his lap, dragging out the torture. Vayne was tempted to pee as well, hoping that if he did she wouldn't notice. However, he knew that she would find out, and held on.

     

    Jess cut off her flow after a minute if slow dribbling. She squirmed on top of him, bumping into his bladder occasionally. "Looks like you're not the only one who needs to pee." She said, smiling. "Oh god, I need to piss." She moaned.

     

    She continued to squirm for a few more seconds, then stopped and began to pee hard onto Vayne. The urge to pee was almost undeniable, and the silverette spurted several times as his friend pissed all over his lap.

     

    Jess finished peeing a few seconds later, while Vayne continued to spurt. She shook her head. "You were so close too." She said. She sighed and got off of the leaking boy and pulled something out of her bag. "Looks like I have to punish you."

     

    When she moved back into Vayne's range of sight she was holding a penis clamp. She unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, placing the clamp on it before tucking him back in his pants. "There, that should keep you from leaking."

     

    Tears pricked at Vayne's eyes in the ensuing minutes as the piss began to stretch his bladder and invade his dick. He wanted to pee so bad, the need was unbearable. "Take it off." He demanded, his voice distorted by his teas.

     

    Jess sighed. "You can't hold your piss like a big boy; that's your punishment." She explained.

     

    "I'm sorry." Vayne cried. "I cant hold it." He whined. "I need to pee, I really, really, really need to pee." His breath hitched and he began to cry harder.

     

    Jess thought for a moment. "I don't know, its hot to see you there, wet but still struggling with need." She licked her lips hungrily. "Give me one reason why I should let you piss."

     

    Vayne gritted his teeth. "If you don't let me pee I'll explode and then you'll have to explain to the nurse why my bladder ruptured." He growled, having told her the same thing many times before.

     

    The pinkette smirked. "Fair enough." She said as she removed the contraption from her victim.

     

    As soon as the clamp was off Vayne erupted in his pants, peeing so hard that the stream penetrated his pants and splattered on the floor in front of him. Jess sat on top of his dick to make the liquid to soak into his pants, though a lot of the piss rose to her chest from the force.

     

    "Vayne, slow down or I'll have to stop you again." Jess warned, compressing his member. Vayne immediately stemed the flow so it rushed quickly down his thighs, no longer spurting upwards.

     

    The boy peed for well over 3 minutes, leaving his bladder aching in dull pain once he was finished. He sighed in relief, thankful that the ordeal was finally over. Jess untied him and allowed him to stand, placing all the items back in her bag."Go clean yourself up."

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    The leaves rustled, swords and claws clashed, and bellowing roars mixed with explosive outbursts as the Emerald Forest was plunged into chaos. The initiates of Beacon Academy were in the middle of their first test which would set the trajectory for their entire time at the Academy and beyond. Today was the day that these young Huntsmen would prove themselves and earn their place in the world.

     

    Among those promising initiates was the faunus, Blake Belladonna. Nimbly, the young huntress ran through the forest, stealthily maneuvering to avoid attracting unwanted attention- from Grimm or the other students. This was the moment; the beginning of a journey for which Blake had trained for years to earn. However, that was not where her mind was focused right now.

     

    With all the excitement of getting adjusted to Beacon, not to mention all the people around, it was hard for Blake to get to sleep the night before. Consequently, it was nearly impossible for her to wake up that morning. This caused her to be in a serious hurry to get ready and get to the cliffs before the test began. She was so nearly late that she wound up far in the back of the line-up on the cliffs. So far back, in fact, that she could barely even see Ozpin as he delivered their instructions.

     

    In her hurry, Blake barely had enough time to eat breakfast, and she had to skip certain other parts of her morning ritual. Unfortunately, it was now becoming apparent that it was a mistake to skip certain parts.

     

    Right now, Blake needed to pee. Quite badly. It was hardly the worst she’d needed the bathroom in her life, but she knew it would prove to be a distraction which she could not afford in such dangerous territory as the Grimm infested forest.

     

    As such, the young huntress tried her best to avoid the attention of monsters or students until she could take care of her need. She quickly moved through the forest, trying to find a nice, secluded spot to go.

     

    In her time in the White Fang, Blake was not always afforded such modern luxuries as indoor plumbing. She was quite familiar with using the bathroom outdoors. However, she didn’t want to be caught off guard while doing it. It wouldn’t be ideal to have to try and fight any Grimm while she was in the middle of answering nature’s call. And if another student stumbled upon her… she didn’t even want to consider it. That was probably one of the worst first impressions Blake could think of.

     

     

    After a few minutes of searching, Blake found an area that appeared to be relatively secluded from the other students. It was further than most of them should have landed, so she figured few would be out this way.

     

    Blake found a nice spot surrounded by bushes and trees that was just large enough for her to squat down and avoid any wandering eyes. The task at hand seemed simple enough: get her hiding spot, take care of business, then be on her way to find her partner and finish the test. It was a good enough plan, but things never could be that easy.

     

    Blake calmly walked over to the bushes, taking one last look around to make sure she wasn’t seen, and began to squat down. Suddenly, she was caught off guard as the sound of multiple blasts from a nearby weapon echoed through the area. Shortly after, the faunus heard the roar of an Ursa.

     

    She listened for a few moments, but the fight showed no signs of stopping. It seemed like someone was in trouble.

     

    Blake sighed. She couldn’t leave someone on their own to be beaten down- or worse- by a bunch of Grimm. Her pee would have to wait. For now, someone needed her help.

    The faunus ran toward the origin of the sound, drawing her weapon in preparation for a fight.

     

     

    When Blake got there, she saw another huntress with long blonde hair facing down two Ursi. It seemed as though Blake’s worries were unfounded, though, as the girl was beating one of the bears quite handily on her own. Soon enough, one of the Ursa was sent flying through a nearby tree.

     

    Even still, it looked like this girl severely underestimated the strength of the monsters she was fighting.

     

    Blake saw the girl square up with the other Ursa and angrily challenge it. That’s when Blake noticed her positioning. She was directly behind the Grimm while its focus was completely turned toward the fiery girl.

     

    Seizing her opportunity, Blake threw her sword directly into the spine of the Grimm. Her expertly aimed shot hit its mark. The bear paused, then fell forward, beginning to deteriorate within seconds.

     

    Blake pulled on the ribbon attached to her sword to bring it back to her, then looked up. She noticed that the other girl was looking at her. Their eyes locked together. It was then that Blake remembered the rules of this test. This meant that this girl was now going to be Blake’s teammate from here on out.

     

    She smiled. Blake could certainly think of worse candidates to team with. This girl seemed like a capable fighter, and- from what Blake had seen- fairly nice and reasonable, if a bit boisterous. It was definitely better than teaming with the Schnee heiress, or that bubbly orange-haired girl.

     

    However, this did present a problem. Blake felt a dull throb from her abdomen and realized she had again been denied a chance to relieve herself. She figured it would leave a pretty bad impression to excuse herself to pee literally the minute after meeting her new teammate. This meant Blake would have to wait a little longer for relief. It would be difficult, but at least she had someone to watch her back now.

     

     

    “I could have taken it, you know.” Yang Xiao Long said, breaking the silence between the two girls.

     

    “I’m sure you could.” Blake responded flatly, sheathing her sword, “I just figured it would be best not to waste the energy, since I had a good shot.”

     

    “Yeah, yeah.” The blonde haired girl dismissed playfully. “Anyway, I’m Yang.”

     

    “I know, we’ve met…”

     

    “Oh, yeah.” Yang said in sudden realization, “Blake, right?” She asked, pointing at the dark-haired girl.

     

    “Yes.”

     

    “Whelp, looks like we’re together now!” Yang exclaimed happily, giving Blake a rough pat on the back.

     

    It seemed Yang didn’t quite know her own strength. The pat on the back knocked Blake off balance, causing her to stumble forward and nearly fall over. This sudden jolt evoked another wave of pain from her bladder as her delicate equilibrium was thrown off. Blake winced and gave a sharp inhale.

     

    “Oops, sorry.” Yang said, seeming concerned for her new teammate.

     

    “Oh, no, it’s fine. I’m alright, just didn’t expect that.” Blake quickly replied, trying to cover up her real problem.

     

    “So, any idea where we’re supposed to be going? They seemed kind of vague on that.”

     

    “I’m not sure, but I saw something that looked kind of strange earlier. We could start there.”

     

    “Great! Let’s go.” Yang responded, giving an enthusiastic thumbs up.

     

     

    The newly formed team took off in the direction of the sight they hoped was their destination. Along the way, Yang tried to make small talk to get to know her new teammate, but Blake was giving her precious little for her efforts.

     

    Blake was normally not the most talkative of individuals, but she was being even worse about it than usual. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to Yang, but her mind was currently occupied with much more pressing issues.

     

    The dark-haired girl was feeling a constant, throbbing pressure from her bladder. Blake kept her hands resting on her stomach, hoping that would help to alleviate her discomfort even a little.

     

    The whole time they were walking, Blake was trying to assess the situation and calculate the appropriate response. It might reflect poorly on her if she asked them to stop for a bathroom break too quickly. Maybe a half hour would be an appropriate buffer? Or maybe she should wait for an hour. That’s certainly enough time for anyone to need a break under normal circumstances, right?

     

    This train of though was interrupted by a sudden, unexpected question from her teammate.

     

    “Hey, you think we can stop for a second? I gotta take a leak.”

     

    Blake was stunned by the blonde huntress’s forwardness. She was also relieved to hear that question.

     

    “Sure.” Blake responded, trying not to sound too eager, “I could probably stand to go, too.”

    “Cool, so do you just want to go together? Here seems like a good enough spot.” Yang asked, without the slightest hint of shame.

     

    “What?” Blake called back in shock, her cheeks growing red.

     

    “I figured it would be faster. My sister and I used to do it all the time.”

     

    “Um…” Blake struggled to find her words. This had taken her more off guard than anything. “I think it would be best if we weren’t both incapacitated at the same time. In a place this dangerous, someone should probably stand guard.”

     

    “Oh, okay. That makes sense. Well, you think you can wait here? I’ll be really quick.”

     

    Blake didn’t want to say yes. She wanted to beg Yang to wait so she could get the sweet relief she had been denied for too long. But that didn’t seem right; Yang was the one who asked to stop, after all. Besides, Blake had no idea how back of a situation the other girl was in. Yang may have been even worse off than she was.

     

    “Yeah, no problem.” Blake finally responded.

     

    She watched as Yang turned around and reached under the bottom of her jacket and grabbed the side of her shorts. Blake bit her lip in anticipation. ‘Just a little longer.’ she thought.

     

    Just then, the girls were caught by surprise by a loud roar somewhere nearby. They froze in place and looked around.

     

    “That sounded like an Ursa.” Blake commented, “And it sounded close.”

     

    “Oh, yeah?” Yang asked, removing her hands from her shorts and cracking her knuckles, “Looking for a round two?”

     

    “I wouldn’t suggest it.” Blake advised, “We don’t know how long we’re going to be out here and there are Grimm all over- some very powerful ones, too. We should conserve our energy as much as possible and only fight when we have to.”

     

    “So what do you suggest we do?” Yang asked, hesitantly.

     

    “As much as I hate to say it, we should probably keep moving and see if we can get away from the Grimm rather than engaging it.”

     

    Yang groaned as she heard this, to which Blake responded, “I know. I really want to stop, too. But we can’t risk another dangerous fight in our current condition. Especially when we don’t know how close we are to our goal.”

     

    “Come on!” Yang responded, impatiently, “Can’t I just beat it up so we can pee?”

     

    “We don’t know how many of them there are. Grimm don’t always travel alone. Do you really think you can take another group of them right now?”

     

    Yang let out a small groan, “You’re right. But it I have to change my pants because of this, I’m personally killing every Ursa in the forest.”

     

    “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that. Come on, let’s keep moving.”

     


    Both the girls reluctantly turned away and departed toward their dubiously defined destination. Blake grit her teeth as yet another opportunity to empty her bladder was denied her.

     

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    This was bad. Like, really bad. Yang really needed to pee. Like, really bad. She could feel her bladder pushing against the spandex of her shorts. She crossed her arms, trying to appear casual, but she could feel goose bumps starting to form.

     

    Having her sister at Beacon was great, but Ruby could sometimes be a hassle. This morning was a particularly noteworthy example. She had to help Ruby wake up, get ready, and get to the testing grounds, all the while also calming her anxiety. This meant Yang didn’t have time to take care of all of her own needs.

     

    Because of this, Yang desperately needed that bathroom break earlier. She had decided it would be better to meet her teammate first, then ask to take a break, rather than literally being caught with her pants down. Still, she was already bursting by the time she encountered Blake, and the passage of time was only making that worse.

     

    Now, she had to hold it for who knows how much longer. She couldn’t deny that Blake had a point. Yang wasn’t totally sure she’d be able to hold it through another fight like the first one. But she kind of regretted not taking the risk.

     

    Of course, this wouldn’t be nearly as bad if she had a teammate she could at least talk to. Yang knew from experience that a good conversation could help take the focus off the lakebed she was trying to contain in her abdomen. Unfortunately, she wasn’t getting that from Blake.

     

    Still, she decided to try striking up a conversation one more time. She figured Blake could use a distraction, too. After all, she said she needed to go as well.

     

    “So, do you have any family?” Yang broke the silence.

     

    “Shh.” Blake hushed sharply, “I’m trying to listen for any signs of Grimm. We don’t want to be caught off guard, especially now.”

     

    Yang looked over at her teammate. The positioning of Blake’s arms told the entire story. Her right arm was held straight down; hand rubbing against her thigh, and her left arm was crossed over her chest, gripping her right elbow.

     

    “Come on, I’ve told you plenty about me, but I don’t really know anything about you.” Yang persisted, ignoring the warning, “Like I don’t even know what combat school you went to.”

     

    Blake was silent for a little while, and Yang was about to give up, before she got a response, “I trained outside of the Kingdoms.”

     

    “Oh, wow, that’s crazy.”

     

    “Yeah, you have to learn to fight in order to survive out there.”

     

    “So,” Yang began, a smile creeping across her face as a new thought entered her mind, “Any cute boys in your life?”

     

    “No, not really…” Blake said, her voice falling.

     

    “Don’t be so glum, there’s plenty of students at Beacon, and you’re pretty cute. I’m sure you can find someone.”

     

    “Thanks…” Blake said slowly, “I’m not really worried about that, though.”

     

    “Oh, I’m sure you’re not. You’ve got that whole mysterious girl thing going for you. I’m sure you could get anyone you wanted.”

     

    “Not what I meant…” Blake hesitated, “What about you?”

     

    “What?” Yang asked, shocked she actually got a question out of the enigma in black, “No, not really. I’ve got my eye on a few people, but I want some time to really feel out my prospects first, you know?”

     

    There was a pause, followed by a commotion somewhere in the distance. Blake stopped and put her arm out to signal Yang to stop as well.

     

    “What’s up?” Yang asked.

     

    “Sounds like another group has run into some trouble. It sounds like a serious fight.”

     

    “Wow, you have really good ears.” Yang commented, “But that’s really far away, it’s not like we can help.”

     

    “Yes, but it means more Grimm might start to get attracted over there and leave us alone.”

     

    “Really?” Yang asked, more excitement in her voice than she intended. She could feel the walls of her dam struggling not to burst at the mere prospect of getting a chance to let go.

     

    Blake looked around for a moment, “I think we should keep moving a little longer. It looks like that stirred up some activity.”

     

    “Okay.” Yang reluctantly agreed.

     

     

    The duo walked for a few more minutes and the pressure in Yang’s bladder continued to ramp up. She rubbed her thighs to try and distract from the pain. She was pretty sure this was a legitimate form of torture.

     

    Finally, after just a few more steps, Yang cupped her gloved hands over her bulging bladder and stopped walking.

     

    “Okay, seriously, if we don’t stop soon, I’m going to explode.”

     

    “It seems we’ve gotten far enough away.” Blake strained out in response.

     

    “Great so why don’t you stand g-“ Yang turned around to observe her teammate’s posture.

     

    Blake was bent forward, her right hand now buried deep in her crotch and her knees practically knocking together. The training huntress was visibly trembling under the strain of keeping her bodily functions under control.

     

    Yang felt a lot of sympathy for her partner. She remembered seeing her younger sister in similar situations, and something about that triggered an instinct in her. As much as she needed to pee, it was clear that Blake had it worse.

     

    “Why don’t you go ahead and go? I’ll wait here.”

     

    “R-really?” Blake stuttered, her eyes practically watering.

     

    “Sure.” Yang responded with a smile, “Just be quick about it!”

     

    Blake nodded and rushed toward the nearby bushes. Her hand was planted firmly between her legs, grasping on tight, as the girl took short, quick steps.

     

    Yang leaned up against a tree and crossed her legs tightly, taking a deep breath as she waited for her turn to release all of her pent-up liquids.

     


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    Blake could feel her face growing hotter. She was so close to being able to let it all out, all she had to do was keep control for a few more feet. With each step, that was beginning to feel more and more like an impossible task.

     

    She could feel the flood coming on. A few small muscles was all that stood between Blake and an embarrassing accident, and a few inches of fabric was all that stood between her and the sweetest of all relief.

     

    The faunus managed to waddle her way through the bushes and into place. All that was left now was to get her clothes out of the way and get into position. She could feel the river inside her pounding against her floodgates in anticipation.

     

    Slowly, carefully, Blake removed her hand from between her legs and grabbed the sides of her shorts. She spread her legs and bent her knees slightly. Right as she was in position, Blake felt a small stream begin to leak out into her panties. She panicked, not wanting to lose the battle when she was so close to the end. Blake quickly looked around, hardly even able to take in the world around her through her blurred vision. She then pulled down her shorts and panties and squatted the rest of the way.

     

    By the time Blake was in position, a few drops were already falling to the ground. However, that was all that was coming out. Maybe it was the pressure of having another desperate girl waiting, maybe it was the new environment, or maybe it was because she held it for too long, but nothing was coming out. Blake had to really concentrate to try and let it all out.

     

    After a moment, a small trickle began to pour onto the ground, and Blake felt some relief. But this was cut short as a feeling of terror ran through her.

     

    She caught a vicious sound from nearby. Faint at first, but it grew louder and louder, rapidly approaching her. In seconds, a monstrous roar echoed as a large Ursa burst through the bushes, charging straight toward the peeing huntress.

     

    Blake was caught by surprise, but her instincts took over in that moment. She used her Semblance to create an illusion of herself and jumped back to dodge out of the way of the Grimm’s attack.

     

    Blake quickly pulled her pants back up and took half a second to regain her composure. The adrenaline rush gave Blake the energy she needed to cut off the flow, aside from a few stray drops.

     

    The faunus knew there was no way she could fight this monster alone in her current state. But she figured maybe between her and Yang, they could take this monster down without both wetting their pants.

     

    As the bear recovered from its missed swing, it turned its attention to the real Blake. She turned around and ran back toward where she had left Yang.

     

    “Wow that was fast.” Yang commented, as Blake emerged from the bushes.

     

    “I didn’t go! An Ursa found me!” Blake frantically explained.

     

    At that moment, the aforementioned creature tore through the bushes, now charging at both the Beacon Academy initiates.

     

    “No worries,” Yang said, knocking her gauntlets together to prepare for a fight, “You take care of yourself, I’ll take care of this guy.”

     

    Blake barely had time to process what she was just told as she charged past her teammate and into another set of nearby bushes.

     

     

    By the time Blake was out of sight, she was also out of breath, her pulse still pounding from the sudden surprise. More importantly, her bladder was bursting. She could feel another steady stream of pee leaking out into her panties.

     

    Blake grabbed for the sides of her shorts in a panic, trying to get them out of the way before more damage was done. However, before Blake could even spread her legs, the flood started. The small leak had now grown into a powerful stream pouring directly into her pants.

     

    The faunus clamped her thighs together to try and stem the flow, but this only served to upset her balance. Blake was forced to brace herself against a tree to keep from falling, her free hand still trying in vain to pull her pants and panties out of the way.

     

    Within moments, the fabric of Blake’s white shorts was darkened. She could feel the warm liquid spilling out of her pants and soaking into her stockings, the uncomfortable sensation slowly working its way down her legs.

     

    At this point, Blake was forced to accept the reality of the situation. She crouched down, no longer attempting to pull her pants down, and allowed her system to empty itself.

     

    She couldn’t deny that it felt good to finally let it all go after holding on for so long. The release of pressure was amazing. Just as Blake was about to let out a sigh, she felt a drop wind its way down her now drenched stockings, down the side of her foot, and into her shoe. She felt her face turn an even deeper shade of red and buried her head in her hands, mortified at what was happening.

     

    Great, one test into Beacon Academy and I’m already peeing my pants.’ Blake thought. This could not be a good omen for things to come. One thing was certain, Blake could not let it slip that she was a faunus to anyone after this, not even to Yang. The jokes about not being housebroken would never stop.

     

    Blake sat there for another minute as her bladder forced out everything that was left. Even as the final few drops dripped to the ground, Blake stayed still, completely frozen in place by the shock and horror of what had just happened.

     

    After a moment of silence, a breeze came along that chilled the young huntress and snapped her back to reality. She remembered Yang and how she left her: alone, desperate, and fighting an Ursa. Blake couldn’t hear anything now. She hoped that was a good sign.

     

    Blake stood up and looked herself over. Her white shorts were totally soaked through. Thankfully, they were thick enough to not be totally see-through, but her dark purple panties were still visible in some of the more water damaged parts. The inside of her stockings were also wet, but the black and purple fade made it much more difficult to see.

     

    She took a step and felt the liquid in her shoes squish around her feet. Blake could feel her clothes sticking to her, the once warm liquid now cooling her as it met the air.

     

    Blake slowly walked back to the path to meet Yang. She stared at the ground in utter humiliation, afraid of what her new partner would say after seeing her in this state of affairs.

     


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    Yang was really annoyed with this situation. Sure, it wasn’t Blake’s fault, she could never have known. Still, if they were going to have to fight the Ursa anyway, why didn’t they just go ahead and fight it when they stopped the first time. It would have saved them another hour of torment.

     

    But this was the situation now, no sense dwelling on what could have been. And the situation now was that there was a large bear standing in front of the bursting young huntress.

     

    “Bring it on!” Yang yelled, preparing her gauntlets for a fight.

     

    The Ursa swung, but Yang ducked out of the way. She managed to land a glancing blow, which the Grimm shrugged off before swinging again.

     

    Yang was nowhere near her peak form for this fight, and it showed. Normally one Grimm, even one this big, would be something she could take down with a few good hits. But right now, she couldn’t seem to land any good hits.

     

    She kept dodging the monster’s lumbering attacks, but she knew she had to find an opening and finish this before the fight dragged on.

     

    After ducking another large swing, Yang went in for a jab on what she thought was an opening. Instead, the Ursa shifted out of the way and caught Yang off guard with a huge swipe of its claws.

     

    Yang slid back, but managed to stay standing and squared up with the beast. She had taken much worse hits before, but it wasn’t her physical strength that was in question.

     

    As she recovered from the hit, Yang felt a contraction in her bladder as a wetness began spreading in her underwear. The leak stopped after only a moment, but this was a clear warning that Yang was at her limit, and that there’d be trouble if she didn’t end this fight soon.

     

    “That is it!” Yang shouted as her aura exploded from her. She was sick of messing around, sick of this fight, and sick of holding her pee, and all that rage was about to be unleashed on this one unsuspecting monster.

     

    Yang charged at the Ursa, using her left hand to blast its paw out of the way before delivering a powerful right to the bear’s armored head, coupled with a blast from her gauntlet. The beast went flying back, crashing through a tree behind it and falling out of sight.

     

    Yang breathed heavily and watched the tree line for a moment as she calmed down.

     

     

    That was when a sudden realization hit her. When her aura burst out of her, something else also burst. Yang noticed that a small, but persistent, leak was soaking into her panties. She knew this was a warning sign that she was about to pee, whether she was ready or not. She panicked slightly as she felt a few trickles winding their way around her thighs.

     

    Without looking around, out in the open, Yang spread her legs, lifted her jacket, and grabbed the sides of her shorts. In one fluid motion, Yang yanked down her shorts and panties and squatted down.

     

    This was not a second too soon. The moment Yang’s clothes were out of the way, her floodgates burst open and a strong flow of liquid forced its way out.

     

    The blonde huntress sighed as a hissing sound filled the air, couple with the loud pattering of her pee hitting the dirt with incredible force.

     

    For the first few seconds, it didn’t even feel good. Her bladder was too full. It just hurt to feel it shrinking back down to normal size.

     

    Yang looked down to make sure that her clothes and shoes were out of the splash zone. A quick glance reassured her that she was in a good position, but she also noticed something else. Yang saw exactly how strong her stream was as it hit the ground. This was probably the strongest pee she had ever had in her life.

     

    Just after that thought hit her, Yang shivered and goose bumps covered her body. She tilted her head back and let out a deep sight that came out more like a pleasurable moan. It had begun to feel good.

     

    No, “good” was an understatement. It felt amazing. Almost orgasmic. It was a feeling unlike anything she’d experienced before. That said, Yang was pretty sure it wasn’t worth going through that ordeal ever again, no matter how good it felt.

     

    Yang was frozen there, intermittently letting out a few more moans as the occasional shiver overtook her again. After more than a minute, the powerful stream slowed more and more until it was nothing but a steady drip.

     

    Once she was done, Yang stood up, shook herself off, and pulled up her pants.

     

    She looked down and noticed- aside from the impressively huge puddle- that there were a few yellowed streaks on her thighs. Yang tried to wipe them off with the back of her wrist.

     

    Yang gave one last satisfied sigh and turned around, only to be met with Blake, who was staring at the ground, her face redder than Ruby’s cape.

     

    “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Yang shouted, believing Blake was embarrassed about walking in on her taking a leak, “I didn’t mean to, but I just had to go so bad, I couldn’t hold it anymore…”

     

    Yang paused when she realized Blake wasn’t even looking at her. She then looked Blake over and saw the telltale signs. She noticed the dark patch on Blake’s shorts- unable to help that she also noticed Blake’s panties through the fabric- as well as on her stockings.

     

    “Oh, Blake…” She said sympathetically.

     


    ____________________________

     

    There was no horror as truly abstract and terrifying as that which Blake was experiencing right now. She had only barely met this girl- who she had to admit was pretty cool- and she had just wet herself. She was standing there, in the middle of the Emerald Forest, a student at one of the most prestigious Huntsmen academies in the world, in wet pants.

     

    “I’m so sorry!” Blake shouted, hearing Yang acknowledge her, “I didn’t mean to. This isn’t a normal thing. Please believe me!” She begged. She was filled with the dismal feeling that the other girl would never understand what really happened.

     

    Blake could feel tears welling up in her eyes, so she shut them tight and turned away.

     

    That’s when the wet huntress felt something unexpected. There was something heavily resting on her shoulders, and a warm presence in front of her.

     

    “Oh, Blake,” Yang reiterated, “It’s okay. Accidents happen. I mean, I didn’t make it out of this completely dry, either.”

     

    Blake then opened her eyes and looked at the face of her partner. Where she expected to see disappointment or derision, she instead saw a warm, patient smile. It was the most strangely reassuring thing Blake had seen in her life. Something about that look made her immediately feel much better.

     

    Blake almost burst into tears again, but this time of joy. She buried her face in Yang’s chest. Blake then felt her partner’s arms wrap around her in a strong embrace.

     

     

    This lasted for just a second before Yang let go and pulled back.

     

    “Really, don’t worry. I mean, I had to carry around a spare pair of pants for my sister until she was, like, thirteen.” Yang said in a much lighter tone.

     

    Blake looked up just in time to see Yang cover her mouth, eyes wide with realization.

     

    “But don’t tell her I said that, okay?”

     

    “No worries.” Blake said quietly, “Just don’t tell anyone about this and we’re even.”

     

    “Believe me; I’m in no hurry to share this story.”

     

    Blake took a deep breath and looked herself over again. She was a mess. Unfortunately, she couldn’t really do anything about it. She didn’t have a change of clothes out here, and she couldn’t exactly go running around with nothing on below the belt.

     

    “I really hope this dries before we see anyone else.” Blake commented, trying to lighten the mood.

     

    “It dries faster than you think. Especially if you stay in the sunlight.”

     

    “Well, we should probably get going.”

     

    “Right.” Yang said, enthusiastically.

     

    “Oh, hey.” Yang spoke up as the girls turned to resume their journey, “Cute panties, by the way.” She added with a goofy smile and a wink.

     

    Blake glared at her, but the smile on her face betrayed the fact that she wasn’t entirely serious. One thing was certain: this was bound to be an interesting year.

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    I'm giving fair warning right now. There is messing involved with this story.
    If you don't like Messing, then you have 2 options:
    1) Turn back now and find another story to read
    2) Read it anyway, but keep your comments about how you don't like Messing to yourself.

     

    Also, to avoid confusion, the world that this story is set in is an alternate
    pokemon universe where pokemon have a more humanoid body. (I believe the term is Pokemorph...)

     

    Now that that's out of the way, let's move on, shall we?



    Stirring from a wonderful dream, a no longer slumbering Espeon
    stretched and yawned as she tossed the blankets off of her, exposing her
    beautiful light purple fur to the world. Getting out of bed, she walks over to
    her mirror and begins grooming herself for the day to come. As she brushed her
    tail, she took to admiring her curves and chest, both of which were fair and not
    overly noticeable. She couldn't help but purr slightly. She loved being
    brushed.

     

    "I can't wait to see everyone today. It's really been a long time since we
    all got together and hung out..." Saiyica said as she glanced at her clock to
    find that she had overslept and had twenty minutes to meet everyone at the
    fountain, which was about fifteen minutes away.

     

    "Oh crap!" She gasped as she quickly threw on a violet t-shirt, pink panties,
    and violet skin-tight cotton shorts that showed off her cute butt. Rushing out the
    door, she quickly noticed that she needed to use the bathroom, but it wasn't
    pressing at the moment and she figured that she could wait until they got to the
    café.

     

    Barely making it in time, she waves to her friends as she ran up to them.
    There were four of them: Alice, who was a Glaceon. Chris, who was a Leafeon.
    Chloe, a Flareon. And last, and certainly not least, Shiro, an Umbreon and
    Saiyica's crush since grade school.

     

    "Sorry I'm late..." She apologized as she bent over to catch her breath.

     

    "It's no big deal... We all literally just got her, Sai." Alice reassured her
    as she pulled a phone out of the back pocket of her white jeans. "Okay, now that
    everyone is here-" She began, but was interrupted by Chloe.</P>

     

    "Wait... What about Zane? I thought he was coming too..." Chloe asked. Alice
    just shook her head.

     

    "Unfortunately, Zane couldn't make it today... He got called in to work
    because someone got sick." Alice informed everyone, which was somewhat
    disappointing because Zane, a Jolteon, was always the liveliest of the group.
    He always had a joke to tell and always knew how to cheer someone up. Saiyica knew
    that Chloe had a crush on him, so she walked over to her and pat her on the
    shoulder.

     

    "Cheer up, I'm sure he will be able to come hang out with us later for
    dinner, right Alice?" Saiyica asked, her tail wagging slightly with hope. Alice
    just shrugged.

     

    "He said that he would try, but he can't promise anything." Saiyica
    understood. Zane was a bouncer at a club. Most places like to hire electric
    types since they can stop someone with a good jolt if things get out of hand and
    Zane, being a Jolteon, was one of the fastest there was at handling a situation
    like that... And Fridays were usually pretty lively for clubs in this area. "If
    anything, there's always next time, Chloe." Alice told her as Chloe's tail and
    ears drooped slightly. Deciding to liven up the mood a bit, Saiyica bounced up
    and smiled to everyone.

     

    "Well who's hungry?! I know I am!" Everyone just laughed.

     

    "Saiyica, you're ALWAYS hungry!" Chris laughed, his leafy hair bouncing in
    his face with every laugh. "Where do you put it all?"

     

    "That's a secret." Saiyica teased, winking at him as she lead the way to the
    cafe where her mom worked. Suddenly, she felt a sudden urge to pee and had to
    slow her pace slightly to not overexcite her bladder. As she continued to walk,
    she also felt a slight pressure in her tummy as well, the usual sign that she
    need to do more than just pee... Still, it was nothing serious and she was more
    than confident that she could hold out until they got to the cafe.

     

    "Hey are you okay?"

     

    Shocked by the sudden voice, she looked to her left to find Shiro looking at
    her with concern, his bright red eyes staring into hers. Her heart started to
    beat faster and she could feel her face getting red just from him being so
    close.

     

    "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just hungry is all... Didn't eat last night..." She lied,
    but she couldn't just tell him that she had to use the bathroom. It was
    embarrassing. Shiro looked suspicious, but he just shrugged his shoulders and
    continued to walk alongside her.

     

    "If you say so..."



    Once they got to the cafe, Saiyica made a beeline for her mom, also an Espeon, and gave her a hug. Returning the hug, she
    looked over to Sayica's friends and waved to them as well.

     

    "Well this is a lovely surprise! What brings you all here today?" her mom
    asked. "It's rare to see you all out together like this."

     

    "Well, we were going to see that new movie that just came out with Jamian McArthur in it. We figured that we would all get something to eat beforehand." Saiyica explained. Her mom just gave her a confused look.

     

    "Jamian McArthur? You mean that undefeated mixed martial artist Lucario that everyone's been talking about lately?"

     

    "Yep! His new movie, Streets of Steel, is about how he became the fighter he is today. It's supposed to be really good!" She told her, smiling. "Anyway, I'll be right back..." She told her mom as she made her way to the back of the cafe where the bathrooms were, only to be stopped by her mom.

     

    "They're out of order..." Her mom whispered, further demonstrating the truth by fidgeting uncomfortably herself. "I've called the plumber an hour ago... someone thought it would be funny to back up the toilets... I've been dying for a pee myself the last two hours..." With that bit of news, she shrugged and sat down with her friends at the table they chose, figuring that she could last until they got to the theater. As soon as she sat down, however, the pressure in her bowels shifted slightly, confirming that she did, indeed, need to poop as well as pee. Clenching as tight as she could without being noticed, she fought off the cramp that was building up in her tummy. Crossing her legs under the table, she continued to fight it when suddenly, she accidentally let a small fart escape. Thankfully, it was silent and it didn't stink, but she couldn't help but blush slightly. With that little bit of gas, however, she was able to relax as the cramp went away.

     

    After they ordered their food, everyone went to talking about their jobs and such.

     

    "So Sayica, how's your job at the library? I heard you got a promotion." Chloe asked, catching everyone's attention.

     

    "Yeah I did! And I love it! It's like a dream come true!" She replied cheerfully, explaining how it is such a peaceful job and so rewarding at the same time. She explained how she could pretty much bring any book home with her to read and how she got to read to the kids on Saturdays. She always loved the kids' reactions when she read to them. Sure it wasn't as exciting a job as maybe a police officer like Alice and her brother, Johnathan, who was a Vaporeon, but it was what she always wanted to do. And now that she was Head Librarian, it
    made it even better.

     

    "That's really awesome, Sai!" Alice said cheerfully. "I would love to be around kids like that rather than these delinquents that me and my brother have to deal with every day..."

     

    "Speaking of John, where is he today?" Shiro asked. Both John and Shiro have been friends since they were kids. Alice just rolled her eyes.

     

    "He's at work... He has been working non-stop on this robbery case... Hell, he hasn't even slept in about two days... He's going to make himself sick if this keeps up..." Alice said, the worry apparent in her voice. It was to be expected, though. John, although younger than Alice, was already a Detective. It is only natural that he would be busy. Saiyica got an idea as they talked about it.

     

    "Well, let's go convince him to join us after lunch then! He can't refuse if all of us are there!" Saiyica said cheerfully and energetically. Everyone cheered along with her except Alice.

     

    "He won't... Just letting you know... He's really taking this case to heart..."

     

    "Why?"

     

    "Because along with robbery, the thief raped a little girl..." Alice confirmed, making everyone go silent at the table. With that being the case, it was no wonder that John was working himself sick like that...

     

    Once her mom arrived with their food, she noticed the mood.

     

    "What's wrong, y'all?" She asked.

     

    "It's John..." Alice told her, explaining the situation.

     

    "Tell him to come by for dinner and I'll treat him to something to eat. He deserves it..." She told Alice with a smile. Saiyica could see her mom fidgeting even more than earlier as she held the tray in front of her dress. As she walked away, Sayica felt another spasm from her bladder as she crossed her legs again. She fought to keep from pushing a hand into her crotch, but then she felt the pressure return in her bowels. Clenching once again, she could feel the poop from the last few days making its way to her anus and the pressure shifted to
    her butt. Another silent fart escaped her as she continued to hold on, but instead of the pressure going away this time, it got worse. Suddenly, she felt her anus pucker up.

     

    Please no... Not here... Not now... She pleaded as she continued to hold back the monster that wanted out with a vengeance, as well as
    the flood. Another fart got out, only this time it did stink. Blushing again, she hoped that nobody would notice it. Thankfully, nobody did as she continued to fight it. With a sudden powerful cramp, she felt a small spurt of pee escape her. Slowly, she moved her hand to her crotch to check and see if she was wet. Thankfully, she was still dry. Finally, the cramp settled down and she was able to relax and eat.



    As they finished eating, they waited for Saiyica's mom to say goodbye, however Saiyica noticed her mom, who was dealing with a
    rather unruly customer who was constantly making perverted gestures to her mom. Almost as if her mind was being read, Alice grabbed her arm and shook her head as she got Saiyica's attention.

     

    "Not worth it..." Alice told her as she watched her mom walk away from the customer towards them when suddenly, the man grabbed her butt. Looking over to Alice, who saw what happened, let go of Saiyica's arm.

     

    "Okay... Worth it..." She said, getting up, but Shiro had already gotten out of his chair and picked the guy up by the scruff of his shirt.

     

    "Think you're funny, jackass?!" Shiro said menacingly as he held him in the air.

     

    "What's it to y-?!"

     

    "Shut up!" Shiro shouted as he threw him into the table, breaking it. "It was rhetorical! Now apologize to her!" Shiro demanded, pointing to Saiyica's mom, who was bent over grabbing her crotch as her face turned beet red, a stream of pee flowing down her legs and onto the floor.

     

    "Mom!" Saiyica exclaimed as she rushed to her mother's side to comfort her. Once she had finished, her dress was soaked and she was crying with embarrassment. Rage overcoming her, Saiyica raised a hand towards the pervert and sent him flying across the room and outside through the open cafe door. Following him outside, she used Psychic to hold the man in place and keep him from escaping.

     

    "How DARE you!" She screamed, sending him flying across the road and into a light pole. Once she saw that he wasn't going to be running away, she released her power over him and walked over to him only to have someone grab her from behind.

     

    "Sai, DON'T!" It was Shiro. "Alice already called dispatch and had someone sent out here. Don't make the situation worse..." He told her, holding her close to him to try and calm her down. With her anger came another wave of desperation and cramps. Now that she was standing, she had a hard time keeping it held back. Her body tensed up and her tail was twitching. Within seconds, she felt her anus
    pucker up.

     

    "Sai.. are you okay?" Shiro asked, but Saiyica didn't reply. She was too focused on keeping herself from having an accident. It was a slowly losing battle as she felt another spurt escape. squeezing her thighs, she tried with everything she had to keep everything inside, however, she farted again, this time it could be heard, and another spurt escaped.

     

    "Sai?" Shiro asked, concerned. It was obvious that he heard her fart. To her horror, her anus began to dilate and the poop was poking its way out in between her butt cheeks, another fart escaped along with a longer spurt of pee. Throwing all dignity to the wind, she shoved one hand into her crotch and another in between her butt cheeks. She could feel a quarter-sized wet spot on her crotch and she felt the tip of her poop through her pants.

     

    "Nnnnnggghhh...." Saiyica groaned as she fought with all of her strength to contain both the flood and the log fixing to make their way into her panties. Another spurt, longer than the others, escaped her and she crammed both hands into her crotch to stop it. With no more resistance from her hand, the poop slowly began its descent from her bowels and soon touched the fabric of her panties, tenting them out slightly as the poop met the resistance of her tight shorts.

     

    "Hey is she okay?!" Alice yelled over to them, Alice obviously noticing that Saiyica wasn't doing so well. Shiro just held a hand out.

     

    "I got her, Alice. Go talk to her mom. I'm going to bring her home." Shiro told her. Alice didn't argue with him and allowed Shiro to take care of Saiyica. Once alice was out of earshot, Shiro talked in a low voice to ensure that nobody else heard them. "If you had to go to the bathroom, why didn't you just go?"

     

    "I tried... Bathroom was out of order..." She groaned, still trying to keep the rest of her accident to a minimum.

     

    "Can you hold out just a little longer?" Shiro asked her, the concern obvious in his voice. She just shrugged.

     

    "I'm not sure..." She admitted, considering her situation was rather urgent. Shiro just sighed.

     

    "Well, let's start walking away... slowly... at least until we are out of eyesight. There's a pblic restroom just down the road." He told her trying to get her to move.

     

    "O-okay... Just give me a minute..." She told him, trying to mimimize the damage by clenching as hard as she could. Slowly, she felt her anus cut into the turd that was resting in her panties and eventually, she was able to cut it off to the point where she could close up her anus. It was still puckering, but she felt that she was at least able to buy herself a little time. Checking the crotch of her pants, she felt the wetness had spread slightly and a slightly noticeable dark wet patch could be seen on her crotch. Slowly, she started to walk back home, Shiro keeping close to her, comforting her with both hands on her shoulders and staying close to her.

     

    "Just hang in there, Sai... Not much further..." HE reassured her as they turned the corner and away from the group, however, a sharp, painful cramp hit Saiyica so hard and so suddenly, that she bent over double. This was it... she had lost this battle...

     

    "NNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!" Sayica groaned as a series of farts escaped her, her anus opening up once more. Still, she tried to fight it, but this time, there was no stopping it as the log met the small wad of poop that was already in her panties and pushed into it, making her pants tent out even more. Little did she know that she was giving Shiro a full view of her accident as her butt was practically in his lap.

     

    With little hope of hiding her mess now, she just gave in and let nature take its course. Soon, her pants rapidly tented out and away from her but, making her pants sag and exposing her butt crack. With the sensation of relief came the opening of the floodgates as well as she let out spurt after spurt until a stream of pee could be seen cascading from her crotch and onto the ground, making a large puddle at her feet. She couldn't help but appreciate that Shiro was remaining silent through this ordeal, as it was extremely embarrassing for her, especially since it was in front of him, of all people.

     

    Once she had finished peeing, all that was left was to relieve herself of the rest of her poop, which had stalled again since her pants were already stretched to the point where you could see half of her ass. Realizing that she might as well finish what she had started, she gave a good push, grunting slightly as one final, massive log pushed its way into her pants, making them bulge out even further. Once she had finished, she inspected the damage to find that it looked like she was smuggling a small mellon in her pants. She refused to turn to Shiro, whom she was sure was disgusted with her. She was 25 and she had just peed and pooped her pants like a child. She began to cry as Shiro finally rested a hand on her shoulder in comfort. She sudden motion surprised her slightly, but she did not withdraw from the contact. Without any warning, Shiro turned her to face him and he hugged her.

     

    "It's okay... Really... Stuff happens..." HE told her, allowing her to look up into his face. When she looked up, she didn't see a look of disgust... but rather the look of someone who was truly looking out for her... a kind, gentle, caring look. She started to cry again.

     

    "B-but... I'm not a child... This shouldn't happen... I'm disgusting!" She sobbed, crying into his shoulder. Suddenly, she felt his hand gently raise her face up to look at him when he lowered his face to hers and kissed her. Blushing furiously, she froze on the spot. Slowly, however, the shock subsided and she allowed her feeling for him to take over as she relaxed and returned the gesture. It seemed like ages that they shared this moment... Once they parted lips, Saiyica looked away, still blushing.

     

    "But... I'm gross... I-"

     

    "No you're not! You're beautiful... So what, you had an accident... Still doesn't change my view of who you are and how I feel about you..."

     

    "Really?"

     

    "Really... Now let's get you home..." He told her, smiling as he took off his jacket and tied it around her waist. "That should cover it up a bit..." He told her, keeping an arm around her waist comfortingly as they walked back to her house.

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    Heads up, this story will not get heavy into omorashi until later on. The next few chapters will likely be more story building and characterization than actual desperation and wetting.
    I can promise you though, that there will be plenty of omorashi content later in the story.
    -My regards,
    Dshark25.

     


    Chapter 4

     

    The next morning, I found I had regained enough muscle control to walk by myself. I had wet myself in my sleep, so I wasn't completely back to my normal self yet, but I was making progress.
    I awoke to the wonderful smells of breakfast. Fresh bread, fruit, and sausages filled the table. Yuna, Jay, and the man I presumed to be Jack were already seated at the table when I arrived.

     

    "Good morning!" I greeted cheerfully.
    Jack turned around to face me. He was a fair bit darker tan than Jay. He was a decently bigger build too. His arms were rippling with pure muscle and his dark brown hair was swept to the right. He was wearing a similar outfit to the one Jay had on, the only difference being the obvious appearance of a heavy metal chainmail under his coat.

     

    He looked at me, then at Jay. "So this is her, huh?"
    Jay nodded.
    "She doesn't seem like a leader to me," stated Jack.

     

    What happened next nearly made me die on the spot.
    Without skipping a beat, Jay replied, "And you don't seem to be losing any weight you hog."
    Jack immediately shut his trap and went back to eating.

     

    I sat down across from Jay, where a plate of eggs, sausage, and fruit awaited me.
    I dug right in, being extremely hungry from having barely any food in me in several days.
    "Hey Jack, I think she might have a bigger appetite than you!" laughed Yuna.
    "Shut up! I'm a grown man, I can eat what I want!"

     

    Upon finishing my plate, I found that Jay was no longer at the table.
    "Where did Jay go?" I asked the two.
    "He went to grab our gear and saddle the horses. We're leaving for your camp today."
    A thought occurred to me.
    "Wait... how do I know you guys aren't some imperial spies trying to find our camp?"
    Yuna and Jack looked at each other for a split second, and they bursted out laughing.
    "What's so funny?" I asked angrily.

     

    Jay looked around the corner. "Well, if we were imperial spies, why are you still alive? We already know where your camp is. It's in the southern end of Arya Valley."
    He wasn't wrong. That was where we set up camp.
    "Fair enough..." I retorted. "When are we heading out?"
    "Right now. Get some shoes on and change into a new diaper. I'll be waiting outside."
    I blushed deep red and began my walk of shame to the bathroom.

     

    I undid the pins on my diaper, pulling it away from me. I grabbed a nearby towel and wiped my areas before grabbing a fresh diaper from under the basin. I laid down on the bathroom floor, sliding the diaper under me. I pulled it up and fastened it with the pins. It was a bit akward fitting compared to the one Yuna put on me, but it would have to do. I slid on a pair of leggings and headed outside.

     

    This was the first look I ever got of the twilight valley. It was a large space, at least a couple miles. We were in a large valley, and all around us were mountains so high I couldn't see the peaks. The sunlight gave off a orange glow, bathing the lush scenery in a strange light. The house I was in was a log cabin design and perched along the side of a steep hill. Just down the hill was a waterfall and large pond area.
    Jay was just outside the house, looking like he was geared for war.
    He had two large swords strapped on his back, a dagger and throwing knives on his belt, and an apparent leather chest piece under his coat. Jack had a large battle axe on his back, with a weighted chain attached to the end of the handle. He had a heavier looking chainmail armor under is coat, and a pair of throwing axes. He was sitting on the steps of the porch in front of the house. Yuna was leading 3 horses along the front of the house. She had a strange looking bow on her back. It looked like a metal long bow, but the grip had two spikes along the ends of it and the ends of the bow were shaped into blades. She wore the same black coat that the men did, and on her waist was a ornate looking dagger.

     

    "You guys seem... armed?" I observed.
    "Better safe than sorry," replied Jay. "Speaking of which, take these. They might come in handy."
    He handed me a similar black coat and belt. A light, one handed longsword was wrapped in the coat.
    "Thanks... I guess?"

    I donned the coat and strapped the sword to my hip.
    "There are only three horses... Do I get one?" I asked.
    "No, you'll be sharing one with Jay. He wants to set a few things straight with you," stated Yuna.
    She walked over to me and whispered in my ear. "Besides, I can tell you like him."
    "shhh! Yuna, that is not true at ALL."

     

    We saddled up. I sat behind Jay on a beautiful white stallion. As the horses hooves pounded the ground for the first time, I felt my body involuntarily push a hot, steaming mess into the seat of my diaper. I had to say, it wasn't too bad of a feeling after I got past what it was I had done. It was warm and sticky, but in a good way.
    Every bump in the road forced the mess throughout my diaper. This was going to be a fun ride.

     

    ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    Jay's Backstory

     

    Jay started out as a simple farmer's boy to the Fletcher family. He was a middle child, his older brother Jack, and his little sister Yuna were his personal companions through early life.
    During the first great war, when Emperor Valentine invaded in attempt to kill the royal family and take over the land of Eionia, Jay's farm was one of the first targets.

     

    The army hit with full force, capturing his family and executing them in front if his eyes. After quite the struggle, him and his siblings escaped and made their way to the capital of Haven. There, Jay's hatred for the empire grew. When the city came under siege and the war was on the verge of being lost, he pulled together and dove headlong into the massive imperial army. He was a natural fighter, and this gave the allies hope. They, along with his brother and sister, pushed back Valentine.

     

    Jay cornered him in an old shack a mile away from the city. There, he beat him in one to one combat, bringing Valentine to his knees.
    Valentine lost a hand, and that day, Jay and his siblings mysteriously disappeared from the face of the world...

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    CHAPTER 3 - Golden Erza

     

    GRAY POV

     

    "W-Where am I? And what happened to me?"

     

    *tries to stand up*

     

    "Damn! My right leg is busted"

     

    "Eh? Erza, Lucy what are you doin- Oh yeah, thats right"

     

    "Gray Fullbuster, leave right now or else Erza Scarlet, and Lucy Heartfilia will die" says a strange
    robotic voice.

     

    "Pfft, like I'd believe that, how could someone like you, defeat Erza, and Lucy, what a joke!"

     

    "You are mistaken, I have them right here at my disposal." two metallic arms reach out, one holding a
    squirming Erza, the other tightly wrapped around a red faced Lucy.

     

    "GRAY! RUN AWAY! THIS IS NO HUMAN WE ARE DEALING WITH! IT IS AN INTELLIGENT
    ROBOT!" Erza called out.

     

    "... I'll retreat for now, right after I find Natsu, we'll come back, and kick this thing's ass."

     

    The robot slowly vanished into the darkness.

     

    ERZA POV

     

    Oh My Lord!! Does this thing really have to grab me so tightly? its killing my bladder!

     

    5 Minutes Later...

     

    "HeHeHe!!! Looks like I've caught myself two bursting mages!" calls a mysterious, but familiar voice.

     

    "W-Who are you, please, let us go." pleads Lucy

     

    "Oh, I don't think so, not just yet... Are you sure you don't recognize me?"

     

    "J-Juvia?" I ask

     

    "Great Guess! Now, is there anything you two might be needing, perhaps, mmmm I don't know, a
    toilet?".

     

    "No, we're perfectly fine." I respond

     

    Lucy looks at me with huge eyes of disbelief, I wonder why... Oh RIGHT! I COMPLETELY FORGOT
    ABOUT OUR BLADDERS!!

     

    "Don't lie, I know you need one, the more you lie, the longer you will hold it. "

     

    "You're right Juvia, we are both desperately in need of a toilet. Now PLEASE, let us GO!" pleads
    Lucy.

     

    "Oh, I'm not so sure about that... Do you two fully understand why I brought you here?"

     

    "Not exactly..." I reply.

     

    "Well, its because YOU TWO ARE AFTER GRAY!!"

     

    "Uh, NO we're really not, we don't even find him attractive, isn't that right Lucy?" I shoot Lucy a death
    glare.

     

    "Y-Yeah, that's right! Why are you after him anyways?" says Lucy

     

    "How DARE you insult my love, and you lie as well? THAT'S AN EXTRA 9476 days of holding it, you
    let one drop go, and the whole guild will know." threatens Juvia.

     

    "WHAT!?!? ARE YOU INSANE?" I scream

     

    "Alriight, fine you two can have a holding contest, winner will hold until they burst, but the guild won't
    know about that, loser on the otherhand, will have this announced through a megaphone, to the
    entire city of Magnolia." says Juvia

     

    "Here are the rules:

     

    1. Any sort of magical, and physical contact is allowed.

     

    2. There are no other rules that apply except number 1

     

    3. If number 2 is broken at any time, both participants shall enter a state of extreme desperation, and
    be teleported to the guild at once, using new modern technology."

     

    "Good Luck, and have fun!" announced Juvia, before disappearing into the shadows.

     

    "Wait, so does #2 apply, or not?" asks Lucy

     

    "I don't know, I'm pretty sure Juvia doesn't know how to write rules." states Erza

     

    Re-quip, Seduction Armor

     

    This catches Lucy by surprise, during this moment, Erza unleashes a series of jabs onto Lucy's
    bladder.

     

    "OUCH!" cries Lucy.

     

    Lucy is out of breath, and is barely able to stop the current of pee with all of her strength.

     

    WHAT!?! How is Lucy still able to stand after that?! Let alone hold it all in. Wow, she has more space
    in there than I thought!

     

    Lucy summons Gemini, making one of them transform into a running waterfall, and another into
    earplugs for Lucy. Leaving Erza there to endure the sounds.

     

    "Whats wrong Erza? Need to go?" said Lucy in a seductive way.

     

    Erza grinds her teeth together, trying to hold on. A small spurt shoots out, causing a loonie shaped
    wet patch on the back of her skirt.

     

    "AH! NO! NO!" shouts Erza.

     

    "LUCY KICK!"

     

    A destructive kick was sent in the way of Erza's bladder. She grabs her crotch with both hands,
    doubles over. As she can no longer hold on, it comes out spurt, by spurt, until finally, Her bladder
    explodes (Not Literally) with yellow liquid, leaving her in a pool of her own urine.

     

    Seeing this sent Lucy's bladder into overdrive. Lucy also doubles over, and grabs her crotch with both
    hands, but manages to stay dry.

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    I now had been out from the hospital for almost 8 months now and at this time had fully excepted my diaper fate as there was nothing I could really do about it anyways,but I also wore rubber pants along with the diaper because I remembered all to well that one night in the hospital after I had wet my pants and the bed,the nurse more or less telling me that rubber pants will keep the bed dry,also during that time from my release from the hospital I had taken all my physiotherapy to build up the muscles both in my arms and my legs,that alone lasted three months..it was a tough road to navigate but everything so far was coming along nicely..then while watching television one night..I tuned in to the golf channel and watched the tournament in witch some of of the big name players were there that I had either seen or heard of before..Jack,Arnold,Phil,Tiger woods,Ernie ells,and Tom Watson just to name a few..anyways I watched it for a bit and actually got very interested in it..then got what I think was one heck of a great idea..I thought to myself out loud..that game could sure help to put strength back into both my arms and my legs by swinging the clubs and irons and also by walking the course..the more I watched the golf game the more happy I got that my idea would be the best way to get all of my strength back..I finished watching the game and Ernie ells won it..I then changed the channel and tuned into a movie..I then decided to get up and make some coffee and maybe make something to eat as I had not eaten anything since breakfast and that was 8 hours ago,as I neared the kitchen I reached back and touched my bottom and soon realized I had pooped my wet diapers and still was,

     

     

    I then put on the coffee pot anyways,then was going to go have a shower and a diaper change knowing the coffee would be done when I finished my shower,Just as I grabbed a diaper,another pair of rubber pants,the baby powder,and my housecoat from the bedroom the telephone rang and a very nice ladies voice said.. hi there..I asked who it was and before she answered,asked if I was the same one in the hospital that I may have talked to one night..if you are the same person,I think you may remember me..I replied "yes I was in fact in the hospital and was there for month's"..she then said "I was the girl that was talking to you one night while you had stopped to look out the window when you went for a walk down the hallway"...."oh okay I remember you now your dad showed up to take you home that night right"..she said "yep that would be me,I hope you do not mind me calling but I got your number from a friend that knows you",I said "no I do not mind at all,in fact I wondered when and if I might see or hear from you again as I very much enjoyed our conversation in the hospital hallway that night"..I very much enjoyed it as well and "by the way my name is Wendy..what is yours".."my name is Kerry and am so very pleased to meet you Wendy,by the way may I ask you a question.."that night just before your dad got there to give you a ride you were about to say something to me..do you remember what that was".."let me think for a second,yes I remember and I will tell you now what it was but please do not get offended if I am wrong.."no problem I wont".."okay I work at a daycare center and that night while talking to you I seen some facial expressions that most likely you never even knew you were making and I got to thinking.

     

     

    A lot of my kids are young and still in diapers and plastic pants at daycare and all of them poop their pants many times in the day,but while they are doing it they too give off facial expressions..and before my dad got there I was going to ask you if you were pooping your pants as well"..I waited a few seconds before replying looking for the right words,then said.."to be perfectly honest with you Wendy I was filling and wetting my pants,well diapers and rubber pants because you see I do wear them as well...I was in a bad fall and that is why I was in the hospital but all of my many injuries were repaired except for one..there was some nerve damage that could not be,and because of that I am incontinent now and do not get the potty message any more nor will I for maybe a very long time..that is why I wear the diapers".."well thank you kindly for being honest to me Kerry it means a lot,let me say that even though you wear diapers and rubber pants..that does not bother me at all and I think you are a very sweet person and I would love to get to know you better".."awe thank you Wendy I think you are very sweet as well..I would like to take you out for a coffee dinner or a movie one day and talk some more"..."hey I would like that very much as well,how about tomorrow would that be okay.."that would be just fine with me should I pick you up or do you have a ride"..no that is okay..I have a car..just did not have it the night we met well I got to go now someone is knocking at my door..here is where I will be and the time..see you there Kerry"..."bye bye Wendy see you there" I then went and took that shower and when I was done changing my messy diapers and wet rubber pants I then poured myself a coffee and made a bit of a snack then sat down and watched some more television and thought about meeting her tomorrow,I then watched a bit of the movie,drank my coffee,and ate my rather large snack then got up and got another coffee..about twenty minutes later fell asleep on the couch.

     

     

    I awoke the next morning about 7 30 am and stepped onto the floor to go and make some coffee,and realized my diapers were sagging badly,even with my rubber pants on that were on snug..I had both filled and wet them while I soundly slept like a baby..(pun intended)..but all was okay and no surprise because since my fall I had awoke every morning to a messy and wet diaper..it was just a part of my life now..so I put on the coffee,then took a shower got cleaned up..then put on baby powder,a blue thick cloth diaper,and a pair of pretty pink rubber pants over top of them..then my jeans,a t shirt,and a pair of runners..then had some coffee till it was time to go and meet Wendy..I started the drive to meet her about twenty five minutes later and when I pulled into the place she was at she was sitting outside as it was a very hot day out..and it was only early morning so it would probably get even warmer by mid day..I then walked up to her and she was very happy to see me..just as happy as I was to see her and we both gave one another a big hug,I then went and got a coffee..she already had one,when I sat back down we started talking about everything and anything and one of the topics she wanted to know more about was my diaper wearing and what did it feel like to wet and mess in them..she then replied..."the reason I wish to know more about them is that at one time I dated a guy who also wore diapers and plastic pants,and he was just as sweet as you are,I talked a lot about his diaper wearing to him and he did not mind telling me anything I wanted to know about them and to be honest Kerry it really turned me on,and he to was in an accident..but only it was a car accident and he was very lucky to still be on this planet rather then underneath it".

     

     

    I then answered any question to her on my diaper wearing that she asked and was totally honest to her about everything including what it felt like to be in an adult diaper that was both wet and messy,to that one I replied "my mother had told me some stories of my babyhood and toddler years and she said that I was the kind of baby who seemed to not ever mind being in a wet or dirty diaper and that I would wiggle and squirm to not have them changed when I did find out you had filled,wet your pants,or both..she then said joking of course "that if one day you were ever forced to wear diapers as an adult..I think you would just stay in a messy and wet diaper all day long if you could" and I recall my mother laughing after saying that one and I was maybe 3 and a half or a bit more at the time and still recall being diapered as well as that conversation"..Wendy laughed at that one when I told her..she smiled and told me she loved my honesty to her very much as well my mothers sense of humor,and after I was done talking she gave me a very sweet and passionate kiss then patted me on my diaper and rubber panted bottom and that made me and her smile big time..I then asked her if she would like to go to dinner with me or maybe a movie one night..but did not tell her of something else I hoped to do..and no it was not to make love to her,that may or may not happen at some later date but I did not care about that at all,for now just having a good time with her was all that was on my mind,she answered very quickly.."yes I sure would like that Kerry and when would you like to do this"..well it was a Wednesday night,so I thought for a second then said "how about this Friday"..she agreed and I told her I would pick her up,she then gave me her address plus her phone number in case I could not find her place..and the date was set..we then finished our coffee's gave each other another hug and parted ways..both saying see you on Friday.

     

     

    When that Friday at work started,I could not help feeling so very good inside about the date I was going to take Wendy on that night and the surprise I had in mind for her,you see,on the phone that night that we first spoke she had asked if I like rock and roll music and I said I yes love it ..well so did she..anyways I had four days earlier bought some tickets for a live band at a dance club for tonight and I was paying for them after work..I was also happy as it was payday,and a long weekend,I used the next few hours finishing off projects I had begun earlier in the week,putting some final touches on some windows I had designed and also painting them as well as some double doors,I then went do some cleanup down at the mill..sweeping the floors and also greasing a few machines..this took the time to 12 noon..lunch time and because it was a very hot and nice day about 80 degrees outside so I went and sat on a bench outside and ate my lunch and some other employees even joined me..after lunch was done I went into the plant and there were three orders for windows..so I started putting them together..after a few hours of doing that I went back down to the mill and helped stack some wood with another employee..it was now 3 45 pm and the end of the day at 4 30 was near..the boss came around about twenty five minutes later with a stack of paychecks and handed one out to all the employee's,I had put in a lot of overtime in the last two weeks so figured my paycheck just may be a decent one this time around..when he handed mine to me I opened it as I walked back up to the plant..Now to fast forward just a little bit for this one situation,at some point..and I do not know exactly where..but I pooped and wet my diaper,it could have been set in motion when I seen that the check I made was for over 2200 dollars..and I was a very happy campers at this amount..even though I now was wearing a wet pair of rubber pants and a fully loaded dirty diaper,but overall it was a great work day and it was now so close to being over,when it was I went grabbed my lunchbox and gear jumped in my truck and headed down the highway,I then figured I still had a long time before I was to pick up Wendy,but because I had a messy diaper on..I was not going to do any banking stuff or pick up the tickets just yet as a diaper change was very much needed,and it was a priority..so I headed off home for a shower and diaper change.

     

     

    Once home I grabbed every thing I needed and then had that shower..when I got out I checked my watch and seen that it was almost 6pm and I had to pick the tickets up by 7pm..it was a Friday and my bank was open till 8 pm..I then rather then put a cloth diaper on,put on instead just a white disposable one and a pair of see thru rubber pants..then my dress slacks,a nice dress shirt,and some shoes and socks and headed back out the door to my truck and off to the bank..after I cashed my pay check I went and picked up the tickets for..the Z Z Top show at the dance club that she as of yet knew nothing about,and that show would be starting at 9pm..I then headed to pick up Wendy..once at her place that by the way I had no trouble finding..when I pulled into her driveway she was sitting on a chair on the porch..she gave me a great big hug and a friendly kiss as soon as I got to where she was,then she said .."hi Kerry..so nice to see you and you look so very nice in those slacks"..I then told her she also looked nice in her very pretty short blue dress and matching top and she smiled very brightly..then told her where I was taking her to dinner at,she did a few last minute things and then we left to go there..once there we sat at a nice table and I ordered her what ever she wanted and that was a steak dinner with all the trimmings..it sounded very good to me so I ordered the same..when the food arrived we ate everything up..and it was just fantastic..I then ordered her a glass of red wine and I had a coffee as I do not drink and drive..ever..when we had finished the meal and our drinks we sat there and talked for a while more about many things and so far the evening was one that was going along very nicely and we both were all smiles because of it..I then told her I was going to go pay the bill and I would be right back..while at the counter I complimented the waitress on her service and gave her a 15 dollar tip..then asked her to tell the chief just how good we both thought the meal was..I then walked back to the table and told her we are going dancing now and she was just so thrilled about that..she asked where we are going to and I just said a night club with a live band but did not say the name of the band that was playing and when she did ask all I did was look at her and smile..then just said it is a surprise.

     

     

    About 25 minutes later I pulled into the parking lot of the night club and had to look very hard for a parking spot as it was just packed with cars..we both got out of my vehicle and started walking to the entrance,we were about half way there when she seen the sign saying ..Live tonight.. Z Z top..I watched her reaction as she looked at the sign and the smile across her face was to me just priceless..she almost instantly grabbed me and gave me one of the sweetest kisses I have ever had..once inside I found us a table and pulled her chair out and she sat down..I then asked her what she wanted to drink and she said a rum and coke please and off I went to the bar..I just ordered a 7 up then headed back to the table..when I got there Wendy was talking to another women that had sat down beside her and when while still standing the first thing she did was to introduce her to me..she said.."Kerry this is a friend of mine I have not seen in a long time and her name is Brenda"..I looked over at her and smiled and she smiled back at me and I then sat down between the two of them..I then replied.."HI Brenda my name is Kerry and I am very pleased to meet you,any friend of this sweet lady Wendy's must also be a very nice person and again she smiled"..a bit bigger then the one she already sported..I then asked if she wanted a drink and she said "yes please a rum and coke just like the one Wendy was drinking: and off I went again to the bar..when I returned again to the table and sat down,Wendy then said "Brenda had gone to go use the ladies room,I hope Kerry you do not mind but I told Brenda that you wear diapers and rubber pants daily as she had asked how we met,where we met and what did.

     

     

    I think of you so far as a very nice and special person..so I told her of your diaper wearing because she was with me a lot of times when I dated that other guy I told you about that also wore diapers,and just like me she very much liked that he wore them and she very much like me loves that you wear them as well..I really hope you do not mind that I did that Kerry..if you do I am so very sorry"..I looked at her and smiled then said.."of course not Wendy I do not mind at all that you told her that I need to wear them daily,they will be a part of my life for a long time..I was never planning on keeping them a secret from people that I like and she is one of your best friends..and as you know by now I am a very honest guy and wearing diapers and rubber pants in no way embarrasses me"..I then leaned over and gave her a very sweet kiss to assure her again it was okay that she told her..a few minutes Z Z top got up on stage and played one of my favorite tunes Nation Wide,and I right away wanted to dance..I looked over towards Wendy and both her and Brenda were doing body movements to the tune same as I was..then rather then just ask Wendy I asked them both if they wanted to dance..well they all most beat me on to the dance floor..when I joined it ..it was a great time and both Wendy and Brenda and me as we all smiled as all our eyes passed passed by one another..it was a fantastic moment,they played 3 more songs after that all were great tunes..and and the dance floor was just a rocking...after we all danced the third song we went and sat back down..and I asked the girls if they wanted more to drink..the answer was yes..so off I again went to the bar..I seen an old friend of mine so stopped to talk to him for a bit just to sort of touch base..about ten minutes later.

     

     

    I then went to the bar and got the girls their drinks..I got another 7 up then went back to the table..it was then that Brenda stood up and said..I was wondering Kerry if you and Wendy would mind if I hung out with you two..I have no plans to do anything and it is a Friday night and I like being with you guys....I then looked over towards Wendy and she motioned to me that that would be okay..I then said to Brenda "of course it is okay if you party with us it is okay with Wendy and it is sure okay with me"..after I said that to her she looked into my eyes with a very pretty smile and replied.."thank you both so very much and I have a surprise for the both of you's after we leave here"..right after she said that the band came back on stage and played a slow tune it was then that Wendy asked me if I would like to dance and I was more then happy to and off the two of us went to the dance floor..as we started to dance over near the corner of the floor the lights went down low and Wendy pulled me tighter towards her and I draped my arms around her..she then gave me a very romantic kiss and I felt so special at that very moment like I wanted to spend a very long time with this woman..soon as she seen the big sweet smile on my face and seen as the lights were turned very low..she whispered in my ear if she could do something to me to turn me on even more and I replied "you sure can what did you have in mind"..she then took her right hand and gently started to unbutton the snap on my dress pants and slowly slid her hand down the front of them to my rubber pants and as soon as she did that my love muscle grew to its very erect size and was also very hard..before putting her hand down inside my plastic pants.

     

     

    She then felt all of me and said "wow Kerry you are so very hard and I just love it"..she then looked into my eyes and with the pleasure I was feeling I had no words at the time to say anything back but the smile on my face just got bigger and brighter and she knew I was one very happy camper..she then started a little up and down motion from the outside of my rubber pants and I very much felt like I was about to explode,she then stopped and moved her hand to the inside of my baby pants and down into the front of my diapers and gently grabbing my rock hard love muscle..then again started the up and down motion with her hand slowly..I just pulled her tighter to me as she did this and just thought to myself this is one of the most awesome pleasures I have ever had..part of that reason was that I had not really been near a women since that day of my accident and it was now nearly 9 months..as she was massaging my love muscle she looked at me again and then whispered in my ear.."well I see my big baby boy did not lose anything as far as getting an erection and I so like what I am doing right now and I hope you do as well"all this time she was saying that in my ear she was also stroking me a bit faster..then even went a bit faster yet,It could not have been more then about 20 seconds after that that I felt a tingling all over my body and my legs even felt weak and I came in my diaper as well as all over her hand and as I did that she then pulled me tighter to her and said oh baby just let yourself go and that was exactly what I was doing,but I did have a thought of being a little bit embarrassed as I could not hold on longer then I did..she must have sensed this because she right away said,it is all good my sweet baby..you are so very sweet,as soon as she said those comforting words I felt again very good.

     

     

    She then pulled her hand out from my diaper then put it around to the back and massaged my bottom and that too felt so very nice and she also this way cleaned away a lot of my love juices from her hand on the back of my diapers,she then slowly brought her hand back out and fastened up the snap again on my slacks..by this time and it was the sweetest timing in the world as the song was nearing its end..she then licked all of her hand then looked at me and said.."Oh Kerry you taste so good..I could just eat all of you up" and with those words said by her the smile on my face that had never went away since we got on the dance floor got even bigger then it was already and I never thought in my wildest dreams I could smile like that,then we just held each other tightly till the song ended and then the two of us walked back arm and arm to the table and sat down..Brenda was not at the table when we got there but we both seen her talking to one of her lady friends about three tables over,and then a thought hit me,that I was also so glad that at some point along the pleasure trip she gave me that she did not also add.."Kerry I noticed you pooped your pants while dancing",and I was very happy that I had not did that at any point during that sweet encounter..a few minutes later Brenda arrived back at the table and she started talking to Wendy..I on the other hand did not speak at that time as I was still on cloud nine from what she had did for me..and that smile never went off my face the rest of the evening..to be continued
  5. After my bad fall that I was in happened,I was rushed to the hospital soon afterwards but it was another four days before I came out of my mini coma,and to my surprise when I did awake I recall a pretty nurse was changing me into some underwear that I had not wore since I was a baby,she was also spoon feeding me something that was very good and telling me just how hungry I was by observing the way I was eating it up,then when I got my thoughts together I asked her.."is that a diaper you are changing me into..and if so why do I need them"..she then replied.."yes my friend it is a diaper..and do you remember any of your fall at all"..I replied it is a bit fuzzy at the moment,so she then filled me in on what had happened.."you climbed up a very tall tree to retrieve something,well the branch you were on broke at 110 feet above the ground and you fell to the ground landing on your back..shortly thereafter you passed out and you were rushed here..and for the past three days the doctors have been fixing your broken bones.

     

    You now have a cast on both your arms and both your legs,you also did some minor internal injuries and those were fixed as well..but one thing that happened and it could not be fixed so far,is some nerve damage you sustained..this damage you have controls the messages you are supposed to get when you need to go to the washroom,but you will no longer get those messages any more and that is why right now I am putting a diaper on you..as you have in the last three days..pooped and wet every diaper that was put on you by me and this is now your fifth diaper change,I then said to her.."can I still comfort the ladies..I so enjoy their company..or is my sex drive gone now."..there was only her and I in the room and she was very point blank about her reply when she spoke and I loved her reply...I have changed your disposable diapers from the day you were rushed here and every time I got one on you and was just about to fasten up the tabs..your love muscle sprang up very erect and was rock hard almost instantly.

     

    I do not know why that occurred but it could be from the diaper itself as it stimulates your skin and the surrounding areas..I would also say take as much time as you want to spend with the ladies all is fine down there..and your sex drive as much as I can tell is very fine as well and I liked what I saw,so go have sex if you want to and as much of it as you want..but if you do go back to dating you will now have to wear a diaper or some other form of protection because now you will not be getting the potty message and there will be many soiled and wet diaper changes upcoming in your life and you will not know an accident even happened unless you or your lady friend check your diapers like a toddler,but this may or may not happen depending on the mood you are in at that moment with your lady friend,some people that I know that are in diapers like you and have confided in me..have not ever had an accident when sex has been performed it seems to them and to me that the sex pleasure seemed to override the incontinence at least for that moment,but still accidents did occur either before or after sex,she then got a call and said I will see you later we will talk more and off she went..I then went back to sleep..it was about 6 hours later I was awoke by the same nurse and she said it is time to check your if you maybe had pooped your diapers...I told her the bed was wet..she then said I will get you some rubber pants they will keep the bed dry and she went and got them..she then changed me into a dry diaper and put the rubber pants on over top..within a week I was feeling much better and asked the nurse if I could get up and go for a walk down the hall she replied Yes that would be good for you.

     

    I asked her if I could wear a housecoat so that no one see's my diapers and rubber pants I have on..you know those stupid hospital gowns..anyways she got me one and helped me out of bed,put the house coat on me and off I went with my crutches..I walked a bit then came to a big window and tables and chairs all around it and the sun was shinning so very bright so I stopped and looked out the window,just then a lady about 27 or so and that was just a guess walked over to me and we both started talking a few minutes later she would look at me smile,then look away again,she did this many times so I finally asked her what she was doing..she said can I be honest here with you..I said by all means please do..just as she was about to speak to me..this older guy shows up and says to her..are you ready..it was her father and she had been waiting for him to come and pick her up..she then said bye to me and that we would meet again soon..as I walked back to my room I did wonder tho what is was she was going to ask me..I then I reached down under my housecoat and discovered I had both pooped and wet my pants..I then put two and two together and realized that the lady I was just talking too maybe knew I had filled them and that was what she was going to ask me,I at that moment hoped to see her again at some point and if I did I would ask her..while walking the rest of the way to my room..I do recall thinking that night and for many more..what will living in a diaper and rubber panted world be like for me now..that thought stayed with me for a very long time,and not knowing scared me a bit and I was not sure how things may play out in the big picture..but did know one thing for sure,that some other diaper wearer's I know..to me stopped doing a lot of things they used to do because they seemed to now let the diapers dictate their lives as to where they went and what they did or they were ashamed to be wearing them.. but being a sensible person like I am..I figured there..was and is solution to this and I would one day find it but do know tho that I am not about to let my diaper wearing dictate anything to me that I do or don't do.....my next story will be added soon...take care all.

  6. “Matilda, please come out.” Jennifer Honey said, trying to coax the small child out from under the blankets. The lump ever so slowly began to move forward until a small face emerged sporting a look of pure guilt. “It’s not your fault.”

     

    “I’m so-“ she tried to say, but was cut off by a gentle finger pressing against her lips.

     

    “You don’t have to apologize every time this happens. It’s okay, I promise. Why don’t you hop in the bath and let me take care of this? Leave your wet things in the hallway.” Matilda nodded her head and unpeeled herself from the covers before she made her way to the bathroom, head hung in defeat. At least the house didn’t shake this time, Jennifer thought to herself as she stripped the bed.

     

    Maybe she should schedule her a doctor’s appointment. In the week that Matilda had come to live with her, this was the third time she had wet the bed. With Matilda swearing up and down this never usually happens, Jennifer was worried. Perhaps Algebra two was a little too advanced for the six year old. Or maybe it was their other training that was too much for her little body to handle. What would she tell the doctor? I think my newly adopted daughter, whose parents I convinced was worth less than a car dealership, is wetting the bed because of the physical strain of having telekinetic powers? Oh yeah, that’ll go over real well. They’d think I was nuts. Great job, Jenny, lose custody over her before the paperwork is even finalized.

     

    It wasn’t like Matilda could use her powers on demand yet; although they had been having fun trying. The first night started with her attempting to levitate a piece of popcorn. Jennifer would throw it in the air and Matilda would try to manipulate it into her mouth. After a handful of failed attempts, they spent most of the evening just throwing popcorn at each other. It was great. They giggled, lost in an all out free for all, the purpose of the exercise completely forgotten. It wasn’t until Jennifer had launched a handful at Matilda’s face did they remember why they had started this in the first place. Instead of showering the young child in bits of popped kernels, they froze midair, suspended in place by invisible hands.

     

    It was then they discovered emotions to be the driving force behind it. The lights had flickered on and off because she was afraid. The popcorn kernels hung in the air because she was happy, and the worst of all, the night Jennifer had taken Matilda from her home. She had been hurt. The way her parents had given her up without a fight, even if that’s what she had wanted, hurt her to the point of being able to manipulate a household full of objects. It was as clear as day to Jennifer now. Matilda had lied. She wasn’t acting that night, and if she was, it was only to reassure Jennifer she was ok with it. Maybe the reason for her bedwetting now was because she was hiding that hurt deep within herself. The thought tore Jennifer up inside; to the point she was tempted to see if she could move objects as well.

     

    She wondered what she could do to help her. What could someone like plain and simple Jennifer Honey have to offer someone extraordinary like Matilda? An education? Jennifer spent more time learning from Matilda than Matilda learned from Jennifer. Money? Even with the money from her parents they would still be scraping to get by. Love? Yes, that was the one thing she could give her. Matilda had already stolen her heart long ago on that very first day. She’d shower her in the love and affection she had so obviously been lacking in. It was all she had to give her.

     

    “Miss Honey! I forgot a towel!” Matilda’s voice rang from the bathroom, snapping her from her thoughts. She went to the cupboard to look for the biggest, and fluffiest one she could find, but all that was there were thin, old ratty things she had picked up from a garage sale more than ten years ago. Hmm, that was something they could do today. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and the swap meet would be in full swing.

     

    “Here you go.” Jennifer said handing over the least torn up towel she had to the dripping wet and shivering child. “You know, it’s the weekend. You don’t have to call me Miss Honey at home.”

     

    Matilda looked at her puzzled for a moment seemingly lost in thought. “What should I call you then?”

     

    Deep down she wanted to hear the word, mom, but stopped when it was on the tip of her tongue. Too much too soon. “Jennifer’s fine.”

     

    “I can’t call you by your first name.” Matilda said. “You’re my teacher!”

     

    “Not at home I’m not, silly. Hmm, how about, Jenny?” She said, taking the towel from her and throwing it over her head.

     

    Matilda giggled as her head popped out. “I guess that’s okay, but only here. It’s impolite to call a lady by her first name.”

     

    “Whatever you’re comfortable with, but you still have to call me Miss Honey at school. Now what would you say to going over to the swap meet after breakfast? It’s a nice day out after all.” Jennifer suggested rubbing the towel over the girl’s head.

     

    “That sounds fun!”

     

    After a quick bite to eat of toast and tea, Jennifer pulled a mason jar of change out of the cupboard and examined it. She had maybe about ten pounds at the most saved up. She frowned slightly as she pulled out the highest denominations and put them her pocket. They’d have to be careful and only buy what they absolutely needed.

     

    “Miss Honey, here.” Matilda said reaching out her fist. Jennifer opened her palm as Matilda deposited a wad of bills in her hand. Where in the world had she gotten this? There had to be at least 100 pounds if not more. “I saved my allowance.” Matilda said with a shrug.

     

    “No, sweetie, this is yours.” Jennifer said trying to give it back, but Matilda just shook her head.

     

    “Hold it for me then.” Jennifer sighed, but agreed. She should be supporting her, not the other way around! She couldn’t spend a little girl’s allowance! She’d sell all her books if she had to!

     

    They walked out the front door and chatted about the book they had been reading together- an old warn out copy of a Charles Dickens novel Jennifer had picked up years ago at a second hand bookshop for fifty pence. Maybe if they still had the energy- and money- she could take Matilda there. She’d probably find it a lovely place to spend an afternoon browsing.

     

    When they got onto the main road ten minutes after 9 am, the little town was in full swing with the nearby farmers market as bustling as ever. After they finished with the swap meet, she figured she should stop by on the way back and pick up a few groceries. She’d have to ask Matilda what she liked to eat.

     

    Once they arrived, they got lost looking at all the little odds and ends people were selling in their stalls. Different kinds of music blared from various large boom boxes. A stall to their left sold every type of flower she could think of: lilies, tulips, roses, and daisy’s lined the white plastic table in ten gallon buckets. A tent to their right had dresses and blouses swinging from hooks in the gentle breeze. Food vendors were out setting up their sugary snacks on display sending scents of cinnamon wafting into the air.

     

    She was curious about what kind of things Matilda was interested in. All she knew of was her love of academics. Even her packed suitcase and bags-which she said she had packed days prior- was nothing but necessities. Not a single toy. Did she even have interests outside of reading? Jennifer kept a close eye on her as they walked through the stalls. The little girl browsed around, but nothing appeared to really keep her interest for long- until she came upon a beat up looking chess set. Her eyes shone as she opened it up and examined the pieces.

     

    “Do you know how to play?” Jennifer asked.

     

    “I’ve read about it, but I’ve never had any one to play with before.” Matilda admitted. “I had hoped there would be one in the classroom, but-“ She trailed off looking it over.

     

    “Well, chess is a little advanced for a kindergarten class.” Jennifer said with a laugh.

     

    “Would you play it with me?”

     

    “Of course! I’d love to.” Matilda smiled wide and pulled a five-pound note out of her pocket. Just how much money did this girl have? If she hadn’t known her to be such a sweet and honest girl, Jennifer would have assumed she cleaned her parents out before she left. The elderly man smiled and handed her her change, as he looked her up and down.

     

    “She yours?” He asked as Jennifer proudly nodded.

     

    “Make sure she doesn’t eat the pieces.” He said. Jennifer frowned and looked to Matilda to gauge her reaction. She had almost expected her to be angry at being talked down to, but she just smiled and shook her head.

     

    “I’m not very fond of the taste of wood, sir.” She replied before turning and searching through the other games he had. Jennifer stood at a distance glad to have found something she was interested in other than just books and schoolwork. Board games did seem like something she would be interested in. She wondered if he had any jigsaw puzzles they could do together in the kitchen, but a look to her left revealed Matilda was already one step ahead of her as usual.

     

    “Margaret!” The old man shouted into his trailer. “If I sold all the games here for two pounds each, and subtracted the seven percent the lot gets, what would my profit be?”

     

    “I don’t know! I’m not a calculator!” A woman’s voice shouted back. The man grumbled under his breath and reached for a pen from his pocket along with a dirty napkin. He sat hunched over scribbling number down.

     


    “We’d make fifty nine pounds and 34 pence if we sold everything!” He shouted back a few minutes later.

     

    “Your math is off.” Matilda said without looking up from the instructions on the back of the game. “You need to take your number of board games, multiply it by two, which gives you 72 pounds, and then multiply that by .07. That gives you five pounds and four pence. Now subtract that from your 72 pounds and you end up with a total of 66. 96 pounds.” The man blinked in surprise for a moment before a wide grin spread across his face.

     

    “Cute.” He said, before yelling inside for a calculator. A few moments later, the woman named Margaret appeared with calculator in hand and passed it off to him, before she returned to the sanctuary of the trailer. Miss Honey watched him curiously for a moment as he punched in numbers from his napkin. He remained still staring at it, before erasing it and starting over. “What did she say her answer was?” He asked after a moment of silence.

     

    “66.96 I believe.” Jennifer said, a smile spreading across her lips at his shocked expression. She knew that look. It was the exact same look she had worn the first time she had experienced Matilda’s calculations.
    “Here you go, six pounds for these.” Matilda said, handing him the money as she held up the puzzles she had picked out. He stared at her blankly for a moment, before thanking her and accepting the money.

     

    “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t eat those pieces either.” Jennifer said as they continued on.

  7. The Queen

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    “You ought to cover your head, my Queen" Sir Edward told as their horses plodded ahead, “You will take a chill."

     

    "It is only water, Sir Edward,” Charlotte replied. Her long brunette hair hung wet and heavy, a loose strand stuck to her forehead, and she could imagine how ragged and wild she must look, but for once she did not care. The rain was soft and warm. Charlotte liked the feel of it on her face, gentle as a mother's kisses. It took her back to her childhood, to long grey days at Longford. She remembered the small wooded area within the walls of their castle, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother's laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves. She remembered making mud pies with her sister, the weight of them, the mud slick and brown between her fingers. How young they all had been.

     

    She scarcely had felt the rain in the past few years. Things had changed after she married King Owain and moved south. Where once she used to run and play and spend her time with her siblings, all she did now was sit at council meetings and listen to the whims and notions of her advisors. The King had left this duty to her when he passed away. A kingdom to rule and a boy to raise.

     

    Charlotte had almost forgotten. In her homeland, the rain sometimes fell cold and hard, and sometimes at night it turned to ice. It was as likely to kill a crop as nurture it, and it sent grown men running for the nearest shelter. That was no rain for little girls to play in.

     

    She exhaled slowly, pressing her left hand against her bulging stomach. She could feel waves of urine crashing against the walls of her bladder as her mount trotted forward. The quantity of water she had drunk throughout the way was plenty and she hadn’t had a chance to relieve herself after she left the Capital this morning.

     

    "I am soaked through," Sir Edward complained. "Even my bones are wet." The woods pressed close around them, and the steady pattering of rain on leaves was accompanied by the small sucking sounds their horses made as their hooves pulled free of the mud.

     

    "We will want a fire tonight, my Queen, and a hot meal would serve us both."

     

    "There is an inn at the crossroads up ahead,” Charlotte told him. She had slept many a night there in her youth, traveling with her father. Lord Merek Torrington had been a restless man in his prime, always riding somewhere. She still remembered the innkeep, a fat man named Domnall who chewed sourleaf night and day and seemed to have an endless supply of smiles and sweet cakes for the children. The sweet cakes had been soaked with honey, rich and heavy on the tongue, but how Charlotte had dreaded those smiles. The sourleaf had stained Domnall 's teeth a dark red, and made his smile a bloody horror.

     

    "An inn," Sir Edward repeated wistfully. "If only . . . but we dare not risk it. If we wish to remain unknown, I think it best we seek out some small holdfast . . . " He broke off as they heard sounds up the road; splashing water, the clink of mail, a horse's whinny.

     

    "Riders," he warned, his hand dropping to the hilt of his sword. Even on the highway, it never hurt to be wary.

     

    They followed the sounds around a lazy bend of the road and saw them; a column of armed men noisily fording a swollen stream. Charlotte reined up to let them pass. The banner in the hand of the foremost rider hung sodden and limp, but the guardsmen wore grey cloaks and on their shoulders flew the silver eagle of Restormel. "Calverts,” Sir Edward whispered to her, as if she had not known. "My Queen, best pull up your hood."

     

    Charlotte made no move. Lord Earl Calvert himself rode with them, surrounded by his Knights, his son Baron by his side and their squires close behind. The travelers had always been thick as flies upon the highway; Knights and freeriders, singers with their harps and drums, heavy wagons laden with hops or corn or casks of honey, traders and craftsmen and whores, all kept the highway busy round the year.

     

    She studied Lord Earl boldly. The last time she had seen him he had been jesting with her uncle at her wedding feast; the Calverts stood bannermen to the Torringtons, and his gifts had been lavish. His brown hair was salted with white now, his face chiseled gaunt by time, yet the years had not touched his pride. He rode like a man who feared nothing. Charlotte envied him that; she had come to fear so much. As the riders passed, Lord Earl nodded a curt greeting, but it was only a high lord's courtesy to strangers chance met on the road. There was no recognition in those fierce eyes, and his son did not even waste a look.

     

    "He did not know you," Sir Edward said after, wondering.

     

    "He saw a pair of mud-spattered travelers by the side of the road, wet and tired. It would never occur to him to suspect that one of them was the Queen and the daughter of his liege lord. I think we shall be safe enough at the inn, Sir Edward."

     

    It was near dark when they reached it, at the crossroads north of the great confluence of the rivers. Domnall was fatter and greyer than Charlotte remembered, still chewing his sourleaf, but he gave them only the most cursory of looks, with nary a hint of his ghastly red smile. "Two rooms at the top of the stair, that's all there is," he said, chewing all the while. "They're under the bell tower, you won't be missing meals, though there's some thinks it too noisy. Can't be helped. We're full up, or near as makes no matter. It's those rooms or the road."

     

    It was those rooms, low, dusty garrets at the top of a cramped narrow staircase. "Leave your boots down here," Domnall told them after he'd taken their coin. "The boy will clean them. I won't have you tracking mud up my stairs. Mind the bell. Those who come late to meals don't eat." There were no smiles, and no mention of sweet cakes.

     

    Charlotte climbed the stairs with aching thighs and made way into her room. It was small but she couldn’t complain. She just had to spend the night. They’d be gone from here come day break.

     

    She closed the door and bent down to look under the bed for the chamber pot, but it wasn’t there. Maybe the inn servant forgot to keep one in the room. She stood back up and caressed her lower belly. All the water she had drunk wanted to come out but there was nowhere to go. The thought that she won’t be able to relieve herself immediately, irritated her, but she kept her calm. Her need wasn’t pressing at the moment and she decided she could wait and see if the servant boy brought her a chamber pot.

     

    When the supper bell rang, the sound was deafening. Charlotte had changed into dry clothes. She sat by the window, watching rain run down the pane. The glass was milky and full of bubbles, and a wet dusk was falling outside. Charlotte could just make out the muddy crossing where the two great roads met.

     

    The crossroads gave her pause. If they turned west from here, it was an easy ride down to her homeland. Her father had always given her wise counsel when she needed it most, and she yearned to talk to him, to warn him of the gathering storm.

     

    The Daltons were conspiring against the throne and she knew a war was soon to come. This was the reason she had left her ten year old in the safety of their keep and travelled so far to meet her father. To inform him of the impending danger. She could have trusted no one with the word; she had to convey it herself.

     

    “A large party attracts unwelcome attention. I would not have the Daltons know of our movements” she had said to Sir Edward on his suggestion to send a squad of guardsmen with her. Hence she had decided to take the perilous highway all alone with no one but her most trusted advisor on her side. The Queen knew two riders can move as fast as one, and a good deal faster than a long column burdened by wagons and wheelhouses.

     

    If the throne needed to brace for war, how much more so her father, so much closer to the Daltons, with their power looming to the east like a shadow. If only her father had been stronger, she wouldn’t have worried so much, but Lord Merek Torrington had been bedridden these past three years, and Charlotte was unwilling to tax him now. But she had no choice.

     

    The eastern road was wilder and more dangerous, climbing through rocky foothills and thick forests into the mountains, past high passes and deep chasms. Above the valley, the Dunstanburgh Castle stood high and unconquerable, its towers reaching for the sky. There lived the Daltons, her enemies who shrouded themselves as friends.

     

    Charlotte was sure the Daltons had no idea that she knew about their treachery but how long could she count on this?

     

    Sooner or later, they would make their move and slay anyone who stood between them and the throne.

     

    Sir Edward came for her just as the bell ceased its clangor. "We had best make haste if we hope to eat tonight, my Queen."

     

    "It might be safer if we were not Knight and Queen until we reach our destination," she told him. "Common travelers attract less notice. A father and daughter taken to the road on some family business, say."

     

    "As you say, my Queen," Sir Edward agreed. It was only when she laughed that he realized what he'd done. "The old courtesies die hard, my—my daughter." He sighed with exasperation.

     

    Charlotte took his arm. "Come, Father," she said. "You'll find that Domnall sets a good table, I think, but try not to praise him. You truly don't want to see his smile."

     

    The common room was long and drafty, with a row of huge wooden kegs at one end and a fireplace at the other. A serving boy ran back and forth with skewers of meat while Domnall drew beer from the kegs, chewing his sourleaf all the while.
    The benches were crowded, townsfolk and farmers mingling freely with all manner of travelers. The crossroads made for odd companions; dyers with black and purple hands shared a bench with rivermen reeking of fish, an ironsmith thick with muscle squeezed in beside a wrinkled old septon, hard-bitten sellswords and soft plump merchants swapped news like boon companions.

     

    Sir Edward found them an empty place on the bench near the kitchen. He called for bread and meat and beer in a tone that meant now.

     

    The serving boy came scurrying up. He laid trenchers of bread before them and filled them with chunks of browned meat off a skewer, dripping with hot juice. Another skewer held tiny onions, fire peppers, and fat mushrooms. Sir Edward set to lustily as the lad ran back to fetch them beer.

     

    “You could start eating…” he said, almost spilling the words ‘my Queen’ from his mouth.

     

    “Please go ahead father… I’ve no hunger but a drink of beer would suffice…” Charlotte smiled.

     

    “Are you sure?” he asked.

     

    “Yes,” she nodded slightly.

     

    Sir Edward dug in, eating voraciously at first but then slowly as he started to feel fuller. Charlotte drank a few mugs of beer. The Queen rarely ever partook but when she did, she made sure to quench her thirst for a good while.

     

    Even though she was the Queen, not many knew her face. A few commoners scarcely had ever had the chance to see the Queen, even less likely for those who weren’t from the Capital. It meant she could be there as long as she wanted, amongst those people and enjoy her beer with a song.

     

    They sat there for long, listening to the melodious hymns from a singer who boasted aloud to be the best in his craft.

     

    Charlotte enjoyed his voice, and how his fingers played with the wood harp, although the same could not be said about Sir Edward.

     

    His opinion of singers was well known; music was a lovely thing for girls, but he could not comprehend why any healthy boy would fill his hand with a harp when he might have had a sword.

     

    At last, when the night fell deep and dark, they decided it was time to take leave.

     

    It was when Charlotte entered back in her room, ready to relieve herself after a long day, that she remembered the lack of a chamber pot. She just stood there for a moment, with her hands on her hips, contemplating what to do.

     

    She was uncomfortably aware that she already had a lot of urine in her bladder but she wasn’t willing to go all the way down again to just ask for a chamber pot. Tired and weary, she climbed onto her bed, covered herself with the blanket and let the patter of rain drops on the window lull her to sleep.

     

    ***

     

    Loud bangs on the wooden door woke the Queen up. The sharp sun rays filtering in through the window pierced her eyes and she quickly shaded her face with her hand. Charlotte realized it was morning. She had slept like a log.

     

    “Daughter, are you awake? We must get going….” Lord Edward shouted from outside, slamming the door with his fist.

     

    “Yes” as the Queen sat up on her bed, a sudden spasm told how full her bladder had gotten over the course of the night. She held her abdomen and climbed off the bed, quickly stepping towards the door to open it.

     

    “My Queen, we must leave immediately,” Sir Edward started as he stepped in and locked the door, “I’ve heard a party of Dalton riders is heading this way, maybe they know we’re here…” he added, trying to catch his breath.

     

    Queen Charlotte’s eyes widened in horror. If this was true, both their lives were in danger. The Daltons would never get a better chance to remove the Queen from their way to the throne.

     

    “How did you come to know?” she asked.

     

    “I heard a few men talking of their arrival. The Daltons have friends everywhere” he paused to take a breath “I’ve readied the horses we had best make haste, my lady.”

     

    Queen Charlotte stood there for a moment, weighing her options. She had to relieve herself but the Daltons might get here any moment. She saw the Knight looking at her intently, waiting for her command. She could never tell him about her dilemma, that would gravely botch her dignity. A proper lady always knew to suppress her needs, no matter how bad they got. At the end of the rigorous battle in her mind, warily, she decided to leave.

     

    She wasted no time and quickly made her exit. She knew she had made the right choice but it was when she finally mounted her horse that she began to doubt herself. She had a lot to drink and all of it now sat in her bladder, waiting to be released. The pressure had seriously built up, but she decided she could wait until they were at a safe distance away from here.

     

    Of course she’d have to find somewhere to go, maybe a house or a holdfast. It was thought to be a matter of great disgrace if a lady of nobility was to relieve herself elsewhere than a privy or a chamberpot, so much that she’d be forced to flee the kingdom out of pure shame.

     

    Charlotte realized she’d just have to cork it up until she found some place suitable. It was part of the training of a Lady to be able to absorb any amount of drinks and release none of it until she was ready. Of course there were limits, but she was yet to reach them.

     

    The weather was cloudy with a few drops of rain falling intermittently. Things went slickly as Queen Charlotte and Sir Edward rode on for a few hours.

     

    The thought that they had managed to evade the enemy brought Charlotte some relief but her need to wee was making her concerned now. The one liter of water skin Sir Edward gave her before they started riding was now empty and Charlotte could now feel all of it making its way into her bladder. She knew they’d have to find somewhere she could relieve herself and soon. With her need elevating so quickly, the Queen didn’t know how much longer she could wait.

     

    They padded slowly through the soft ground to the river's edge, the sight and sound of the water making her need to piss much worse. But the Queen hid her discomfort well. She was resolute and still showed no signs of needing to relieve herself besides her inflated bladder region. She could never let Sir Edward know how badly she needed to go. That would be so disgraceful.

     

    They rode on ceaselessly until their butts felt sore and only stopped by the riverside when their thirst grew irresistible. Queen Charlotte watched in disdain as Sir Edward filled the water skin for her. If only he knew how full her bladder was.
    When she was sure Sir Edward wasn’t looking, Queen Charlotte squeezed herself under her dress a couple of times.
    Gods I’ve got to piss, she thought, feeling the pulses from her aching bladder. The temporary relief felt good but she knew it wouldn’t last long.

     

    Before long they were back on their way. It was nice under the trees. The Queen kept her mount to a walk, holding the reins lightly and looking all around her as they went ahead. She knew this wood, but she had been so long confined to the Capital, that she felt as though she were seeing it for the first time. The smells filled her nostrils; the sharp fresh tang of pine needles, the earthy odor of wet rotting leaves and the hints of animal musk. She caught a glimpse of a black squirrel moving through the branches of an oak, and watched intently at the silvery web of an empress spider.

     

    However, none of these things was sufficiently exciting to divert her mind from her pressing need to wee. She wanted to go much more badly now. It was frightening because she was getting worse almost by the minute. This was the time when all the water she had drunk was going through her the fastest. The thought of how much she had drunk, and that it was all going to end up in her bladder, was not something she wanted to contemplate and because she could not stop worrying about how badly she wanted to go, time was passing so slowly.

     

    The sun had begun to climb up the sky and the heat was beginning to rise. They were still leagues away from their destination. As they trotted forward, Sir Edward’s ears suddenly caught the sound of a horse’s whinny. "My Queen," he called out his voice hoarse with alarm. And in an instant, the road was full of soldiers pouring out of the woods.

     

    Fear crept under her skin as Charlotte glimpsed ringmail over leather, gauntlets and greaves, steel helms with a raging bull on the crests. Their cloaks clung to their backs. She had no time to count, but there were ten at least, a line of them, all mounted, blocking the trail, with longswords and iron-tipped spears. "Behind!" she heard Sir Edward cry, and when she turned her horse, there were more in back of them, cutting off their retreat. Sir Edward’s sword came singing from its scabbard. "Let us go!"

     

    “It was a long haul…” their leader said, “…but I suppose it ends here.”

     

    “Long time no see, Your Highness” The mud muffled the hooves of the blood bay stallion. The line parted before him. On a gray breastplate, the bull of Dalton resounded its rebelliousness. “I suppose you have been keeping well?”

     

    The Queen recognized the handsome Knight as Sir Jorge Writingham, a servant to the Daltons. She remembered him well from the times he had accompanied Lord Reynard Dalton to the Capital for royal feasts.

     

    “What is the meaning of this?” The Queen asked “I command you to clear the way at once!”

     

    “I don’t think you are in a position to command me” Sir Jorge smirked.

     

    Charlotte knew he was right. They were surrounded by dozens and her own strength was just one elderly Knight, armored in loyalty.

     

    “Let us pass and I will forgive your mistake” she stated.

     

    “Heh, I don’t need your forgiveness. I could cut you both into pieces and feed you to the dogs, and no one will ever know what happened here in these woods” Sir Jorge stared at Charlotte.

     

    “Mind your tongue, you bastard! This is the Queen you’re speaking to!” Sir Edward hollered.

     

    Sir Jorge ripped his longsword from its sheath and urged his stallion forward. "Show me your steel, Sir Edward. I'll butcher you like a lamb if I must, but I'd sooner you died with a blade in your hand.” He gave Queen Charlotte a cool, contemptuous glance that sent a chill down her spine.

     

    Sir Jorge poked at Sir Edward’s chest with the gilded sword. "Lord Reynard wants the Queen to come see him at Dunstanburgh " he sighed. "…and I have been honored with the duty to escort her there." He slid the golden sword into its sheath. "…but I suppose I can’t let you run to Lord Merek to tell him how I took your Queen captive." Sir Jorge pushed his wet hair back with his fingers and wheeled his horse around and glanced back at his captain. "Kill him."

     

    “NO!” Queen Charlotte screamed. She saw them cut the legs from Sir Edward's mount and drag him to the earth, swords rising and failing as they closed in around him. The sight nearly scared the piss out of her and she began to cry. Sir Edward was dead and now she was all alone, surrounded by the enemy.

     

    They pulled her off her horse and took away her dagger and her purse full of gold. As they were bundling her, and tying her hands with a length of coarse rope, the Queen felt truly afraid. She didn’t know what they would do with her once they got her to Dunstanburgh. Maybe they would take her prisoner? Maybe even rape her or kill her. She truly did not know.
    Her heart pounded in horror. Her bladder felt like a massive boulder jutting out of her gut as she stood there, with tears rolling down her cheeks.

     

    Then suddenly, someone pulled a hood down over her eyes and lifted her up onto a saddle. They set out at a hard gallop, and before long the Queen’s thighs were cramped and aching and her ass throbbed with pain.

     

    After a long ride, they slowed down to a trot, it was a miserable pounding journey over rough ground, made worse by her blindness. Every twist and turn put her in danger of falling off her horse. The hood muffled sound, so she could not make out what was being said around her. The rope around her wrists seemed to grow tighter as the sun started to go down.

     

    The twilight seeped through the cloth over her eyes when Sir Jorge gave the command to dismount. Rough hands pulled her down from her horse, untied her wrists, and yanked the hood off her head. It was beginning to grow dark but she could still see the narrow stony road, the foothills rising high and wild all around them, and the jagged snowcapped peaks on the distant horizon.

     

    “We make camp here for tonight, my Queen” Sir Jorge said in a tone that spilled mockery more than respect “…. keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t need anything” he commanded two of his men.

     

    I need to piss, Queen Charlotte thought but couldn’t dare say. Her need to empty her bladder had grown much worse since they took her captive. She was absolutely dying to wee yet there was nothing she could do. These men would not let her out of sight.

     

    Two of them would be awake at all times, taking shifts to watch her. She was completely wedged.

     

    They lit a fire and spread out a large, soft blanket for her. She slowly took a seat on it, laying back and wincing as her unbearably overfilled bladder threatened to explode then and there. Every breath she took tormented her, sending waves of desperation that made her feel like she could lose control at any second.

     

    Charlotte couldn’t have expected them to give her privacy. It was not like she could accept even if they allowed her to go behind the bushes. A proper lady never makes her need to relieve herself known, she told herself firmly. She was determined not to cower but her body said otherwise.

     

    For a few short, mad moments, she considered simply getting up and going behind the bushes, admitting she had to wee right then, her bladder almost out of control and about to burst. But it would have been against everything she stood for. Under no condition could she compromise with her dignity. In that thought, she found the resolve to hold on. Having accepted the situation, and found the determination to cope with it, she now had to find the strength to back up her resolve, to get herself under some semblance of control, reduce the terrible urgency of her need to something more bearable.

     

    She crossed her legs and lied still, with her eyes closed, trying to think of something else other than her need. But her mind always wandered back. She wondered what would happen if she kept holding it. Would her bladder really explode? Or was that just a story told to children to threaten them into emptying their bladders before they left the house? Only time would tell.

     

    Hours passed. Time went on and on as she lay there awake, containing her urine with every bit of strength. The pressure increased endlessly as more water continued to force its way into her bladder. The two guards who stood awake would absolutely know if she was to lose control and wet herself. The first men in the Kingdom to witness the Queen piss herself, soaking her blanket. She couldn't let it happen. She just closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said a silent prayer, asking the Lord Father to grant her strength in this difficult time. The fatigue soon pulled her to sleep.

     

    ***
    The next morning, she got up and saw just how large her bladder had become. It looked as if another liter had been added to its capacity over the night, such was its distention. The feeling of heaviness beneath her dress was beyond distracting, it had reached a level of painful urgency. Though, she was relieved that she didn’t wet herself in sleep, that would have been mortifying.

     

    Queen Charlotte just stood in the predawn chill, fighting off her immense need to urinate as the men around her prepared for the ride ahead. Crossing her legs now would not make the urge go away. Only by making a real effort and clenching her bladder shut could she make it go away, and as soon as she relaxed, it was back again. The cold had settled deep in her bones, and her legs were so sore she could scarcely walk.

     

    She realized her breath was shallow and quick as she tried to think clearly. The memory was still bitter. One moment she'd been well on her way to Longford to meet her father, and an eye blink later she was surrounded by armed men who were now dragging her in the opposite way. She had two days more riding ahead of her, followed by a few mouthfuls of food and a short, cold sleep on hard ground, and the gods only knew how it would end. "Damn them," she muttered as she struggled up the road to rejoin her captors, remembering that it was because of them that she was forced to hold onto an aching bladder, "Damn them all.”

     

    She had to relieve herself of the torrents of water inside her. She absolutely HAD to. She'd been containing herself for so long now that the need was just terrible. She was almost afraid to walk. She could feel her sphincters practically vibrating with the effort it took to impede the inevitable flood of urine that wanted so desperately to escape. She made a small, whimpering sound in spite of her valiant effort to hold onto her modesty, and squeezed her legs together. The wave of pressure in her bladder seemed to intensify into a more severe state of need, and she felt even more swollen and close to the point of honestly bursting than she had even moments before. She despised the sensation of needing to piss so urgently and not being immediately able to do so, it terrified her. It was mortifying to be caught in such a dire and private need while being surrounded by so many people, worse, strange men in this case.

     

    Her abductors were clustered around a stream a short ways down the road. The horses had drunk their fill of the icy cold water, and were grazing on clumps of brown grass that grew from clefts in the rock. Some men huddled close, sullen and miserable.

     

    A guard stood over them, leaning on his spear and wearing a rounded iron cap that made him look as if he had a bowl on his head.

     

    "Bandits!"

     

    The shriek came from the wind-carved ridge above them. Sir Jorge had sent guards one at a time scrambling up the rock face to watch the road while they camped.

     

    For a long second, no one moved. Sir Jorge was the first to react. "Everyone, to horse," he shouted. "Take the Queen."

     

    The bandits cared nothing for the enmities of the great houses; they would slaughter Dalton and Torrington with equal fervor, as they slaughtered each other. They might spare Charlotte herself; she was still young enough to bear sons.

     

    "I hear them!" one of the men called out. Charlotte turned her head to listen, and there it was: hoof beats, a dozen horses or more, coming nearer. Suddenly everyone was moving, reaching for weapons, running to their mounts.
    Arrows rained down around them as the guard came springing and sliding down the ridge.

     

    He landed breathless in front of Sir Jorge, an ungainly-looking man with wild tufts of rust-colored hair sticking out from under a conical steel cap. "There’s a horde of them," he said, breathless. "More men than we have. They must have eyes out, m'lord . . . hidden watchers . . . they know we're here."

     

    Sir Jorge was already ahorse, a longsword in hand. Another man crouched behind a boulder, both hands on his iron-tipped spear, a dagger between his teeth.

     

    Suddenly, Sir Willem pulled Charlotte behind a boulder, “Don’t make any noises, or they’ll know we’re here.” A heartbeat later, the bandits were on them.

     

    There were no heralds, no banners, no horns nor drums, only roars of men as they braced themselves for the fight. And suddenly the bandits came thundering out of the dawn, lean dark men in boiled leather and mismatched armor, faces hidden behind barred halfhelms. In gloved hands were clutched all manner of weapons: longswords and lances and sharpened scythes, spiked clubs and heavy iron mauls. At their head rode a big man in a striped skin cloak, armed with a greatsword.

     

    “Ahead We Charge!” Sir Jorge roared the Dalton words as he rode on to meet the enemy, his men right behind.

     

    From behind the rock, Charlotte heard the screams of frightened horses and the crash of metal on metal. The two men, Arryk and Orson, who had stood watch over her last night, were fighting valiantly. The first one’s sword raked across the naked face of a mailed rider, and the second one plunged through the bandits like a whirlwind, cutting down foes right and left. Sir Jorge hammered at the big man in the skin cloak, their horses dancing round each other as they traded blow for blow. Sir Willem lifted his head up and saw an arrow sprout from the throat of the man in the skin cloak. When he opened his mouth to scream, only blood came out. By the time he fell, Sir Jorge was fighting someone else.

     

    Suddenly Charlotte yelled, covering her head with her hands as a horse leapt over their rock. Sir Willem scrambled to his feet as the bandit turned to come back at them, hefting a spiked maul. Sir Willem swung his sword with both hands. The blade caught the charging horse in the throat, angling upward, and he almost lost his grip as the animal screamed and collapsed with its rider.

     

    Sir Willem danced back in while the bandit's leg was still pinned beneath his fallen mount, and buried the sword in the man's neck, just above the shoulder blades.

     

    After that, things ran together. The dawn was full of shouts and screams and heavy with the scent of blood, and the world had turned to chaos. Arrows hissed past Charlotte’s ear and clattered off the rocks. She peeked over the rock and saw Sir Jorge unhorsed, fighting with a sword in each hand, before she quickly tugged down as another arrow made its way towards her.

     

    When finally the war cries and horse whinnies abated, Charlotte stood up and looked around. The bandits were all vanquished or vanished. Somehow the fighting had ended when she wasn't looking. Dying horses and wounded men lay all around, screaming or moaning.

     

    She could have sworn they had been fighting for half a day, but the sun seemed scarcely to have moved at all. The dead bandits were thin, ragged men, their horses scrawny and undersized, with every rib showing.

     

    “Ready the horses…” Sir Jorge said wearily. The Knight had been wounded in the fight, a deep gash in his left arm and a spear thrust that grazed his neck. Almost all his men were dead and those left were grievously injured. "If we linger here, more bandits will be on us for a certainty, and we may not live through a second attack." He knelt by the stream and washed the blood off his face in water cold as ice.

     

    A sudden spasm from her bladder forced Charlotte’s hand near her crotch but she barely resisted. Now that the fighting was done, she was rudely reminded of her urgent need to urinate. The Queen forced herself to walk as Sir Willem led her towards her mount. It wasn't easy. Her thighs were clenched, her ankles stiff, her hand, not daring to fully meet her crotch.
    She could not believe she had to go so badly! It was awful. Her bladder must have been enormous, barely the size that it was meant to be at all. It was hard as a rock, angry from having to hold so much for so long. She was suffering.

     

    Sir Willem lifted her up onto her horse and she kept facing away from him as she adjusted herself on the saddle. How she was keeping herself dry with her legs so wide apart she truly did not know. Her dress rode up in front of her, and she pulled it close to cover up the oversized bulge of her bladder.

     

    Arryk led them out. Sir Willem and Orson took the rear, with Queen Charlotte safely in the middle and Sir Jorge right beside her. This time she was spared the hood. They did not bother to bound her hands, and when the woods around them started to grow dense, they scarcely bothered to guard her at all. It seemed they did not fear her escape. And why should they? The land here was harsh and wild, and the road little more than a stony track. If she did run, how far could she hope to go, alone and without provisions? The mountain lions would make a prey of her, and the bandits that dwelt in these mountains were rapers and murderers who bowed to no law but the sword.

     

    They rode on for the entire day and the Queen ’s bladder continued to bloat up under her dress. She was definite she could beat her horse in a wetting match if it were to be, such pressing was her need, but she didn’t let it show.

     

    For a moment, she closed her eyes and held her forehead in a projection of pain and concentration as she tried her best to battle the pressure. It had grown too much by now and there was no way she could overlook the ache in her bladder, swollen awfully with liters and liters of urine.

     

    She pressed her crotch on the saddle to gain some relief. She had to hold it. She had literally no choice, at least until she found herself in the privacy of a room with a chamberpot. But Dunstanburgh was far away and she didn't know if she could hold it that long. But no matter what, she could never let these men know how badly she had to go.

     

    The sun was well to the west by the time the slope began to flatten beneath the hooves of their horses. The road widened and grew straight, and for the first time Charlotte noticed wildflowers and grasses growing. Once they reached the valley floor, the going was faster and they galloped through verdant greenwoods and sleepy little hamlets, past orchards and golden wheat fields, splashing across a dozen sunlit streams.

     

    As they entered the Dalton lands, a wave of trepidation ran through Charlotte’s body. The Daltons were known for boiling their enemies alive in cauldrons full of smoldering oil. Cleansing, they called it.

     

    The thought that they might fry her once they reached Dunstanburgh made Charlotte shudder in horror and a jet of piss suddenly escaped her, dampening her drawers. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she was losing control. She was frightened, she didn’t want to die and neither did she want to wet herself on a horse for these men to watch. But there was nothing she could do to help herself, she was absolutely stuck.

     

    It was a hot day, and Charlotte had been forced to drink to keep her health. Her bladder had swollen to a painful extent and it pinched at her mercilessly in protest as they rode ahead. She quieted it. She told herself that the bladder was a muscular organ and would therefore expand to contain whatever volume there was inside it. All she had to do was will it to stay closed. That was all. After all, she was the Queen. She could surely hold it however long she had to, no matter how... thundering the need. But by now she had reached the limits of her capacity. Her body would not listen to her no matter how much she tried to convince herself.

     

    I don't know how much longer I can take this; I really don't, she thought, her agony reaching a fevered level. It's beyond uncomfortable; it badly hurts for goodness sake... I'm so damned full, it's simply impossible, I can't, I really... her thoughts trailed off as they came across an inn. Her bladder trembled, threatening her. It was the worst state of desperation she could remember in all her life.

     

    Outside the inn on a weathered gibbet, a woman's bones were twisting and rattling at every gust of wind.

     

    "We don't want to go in," Sir Willem decided suddenly, "there might be ghosts, milord."

     

    "You know how long it has been since I had some ale?" Sir Jorge swung down from the saddle. "Stay here if you want, I’m going in."

     

    "What if someone knows her?" Sir Willem asked. "They might try to rescue her."

     

    Sir Jorge no longer cared to hide Queen Charlotte’s face from the strangers on the road. He no longer seemed to care who knew her. His wounds had turned him sloppy and dull and most of his strength was gone.

     

    "Let them try. I’ll flay them living." Sir Jorge answered as he loosened his longsword in its scabbard, and pushed through the door and his men followed suit.

     

    Charlotte would never have a better chance to relieve herself. Oh, God, the thought of urinating in the woods, or indeed any place at all was maddening. She chewed her lip as she squeezed her crotch tight.

     

    She barely managed to dismount without spurting in her dress, she led the horse to the stables, and went in after them. She was too scared. What if someone saw her while she relieved herself? Even the thought of it was beyond humiliating. But most of all, a proper lady would never disgrace herself by doing such a thing even if nobody was there to see her.

     

    “Ale for us all. The lady’s thirsty too!” Sir Jorge ordered as he took his seat in the empty inn.

     

    Charlotte frowned at this, she couldn’t be farther from being thirsty. Her bladder was swollen as hard as a rock, filled to its maximum capacity and the pressure was awful. She wondered what a flagon of ale would do to her. But she didn’t complain, she just drank it down and sat quietly with her thighs tightly pressed together.

     

    Her eyes welled up as she crossed her legs in a last desperate attempt to clamp down the pressure. She knew her bladder didn’t have any more room to contain the ale she had just drunk. She knew it was going to explode.

     

    She didn’t know which was worse, a blasted bladder or being fried alive in a cauldron of boiling oil, but either way, death was certain.Tears rolled down her eyes as she realized that she would never get to see her son again. This was the end for her.

     

    At this moment, when Queen Charlotte had lost all hope, two men dressed in boiled leather and ringmail, suddenly walked in. At first she took them for some soldiers on the road but then, the Queen’s face brightened up as she realized who they were. Amory and Hamil, household guards at Longford. How long it had been since she had last seen them. They had been no older than her son when she went south after marriage.

     

    What they were doing so far from home she didn’t know, all she knew was that she was in great danger and they were her last ray of hope.

     

    She looked at her captors, Sir Jorge and Sir Willem hadn’t even bothered to look at the new guests and neither did the other two, Arryk and Orson. She looked intently at Amory and Hamil, hoping they would notice her.

     

    When the two soldiers began walking towards a table, they became aware of the lady sitting with a bunch of armored men.
    “Your Highness” Amory exclaimed. He would have never thought of finding the Queen in a small inn like this one, so far away from the Capital. But most of all, he wondered why the Queen would travel with Dalton men rather than the Queensguard “I had not looked to see you here, my Queen," he said as he knelt, “..is everything well by the God's grace?”.

     

    I had not thought to be here either, please help me, she thought but didn’t utter a word, fear stopped her voice in her throat but her face told it all.

     

    The innkeep suddenly remembered something in the kitchen. The only sound in the common room was the faint crackling of the fire in the hearth.
    Hamil noticed the Dalton men starring at Amory and that’s when he realized what was going on. “Fuck!” he echoed, pulling his sword out of its scabbard.

     

    Everything seemed to happen at once then; Sir Jorge lurched to his feet, Amory straightened up and drew his longsword, and the Sir Willem's hand whipped around in a blur to send something silver flashing across the common room towards Hamil. If he had not been moving, the knife might have cored the apple of his throat; instead it only grazed his ribs, and wound up quivering in the wall near the door. Sir Jorge’s sword slid from its scabbard just in time to knock aside Amory ’s first cut.

     

    Queen Charlotte ducked in a corner as the long steel song began. Crouching with a bladder this full was excruciating, but she somehow managed to keep her waters in.

     

    Amory and Hamil were outnumbered two to four but Charlotte knew it wouldn’t matter much. The Dalton men were tired, wounded and drunk and they wouldn’t be up for much of a fight.

     

    Amory was a grim, methodical fighter, and he pressed Sir Jorge and Sir Willem steadily backward, his heavy longsword moving with brutal precision. His opponents’ own cuts were sloppier, their parries rushed, their feet slow and clumsy. Signs that they were going down.

     

    Meanwhile the other two men, Arryk and Orson had come off the bench with short-swords in their hands but Hamil had engaged them well.

     

    Sir Willem gave a grunt of pain as Amory buried his sword deep into his face and out from the back of his head, before pulling it out in an instant. He fell down on the ground, dead.

     

    That seemed to make Sir Jorge angry. He drove back Amory with a furious attack, hammering at him with the old longsword. Amory gave way, but none of the cuts so much as touched him. But then, Arryk turned around and leapt over a bench quick as a snake, and slashed at the back of Amory 's neck with the edge of his short sword. The man groaned in pain as he came to his knees and Sir Jorge beheaded him at that very instant.

     

    Hamil was now left alone fighting Orson, as Sir Jorge and Arryk turned towards them. At first, both of Sir Jorge’s men came after him hard, one of them hacking at his head and shoulders while the other darted in to stab at back and belly.

     

    They had driven Hamil into a corner behind a bench, and Orson had given him an ugly red gash on his upper thigh to go with his other wounds. Hamil was leaning against the wall, bleeding and breathing noisily. He looked as though he couldn’t keep up the fight for long.

     

    He pushed away from the wall and stood in a half-crouch behind the bench, his sword held across his body. His foot lashed out and caught the bench, driving it hard into Sir Jorge’s shins. Somehow, the Knight of Dalton kept his feet, but Hamil ducked under his wild slash and brought his own sword up in a vicious backhand cut. Blood spattered on the ceiling and walls. The blade caught in the middle of Sir Jorge’s face, and when Hamil wrenched it loose, half his head came with it.

     

    Arryk and Orson backed away. The shortswords in their hands suddenly seemed almost like toys against the long blade Hamil was holding. It didn’t take long for Hamil to decimate them but by the end he was bleeding like a butchered pig himself, and dragging one leg when he walked.

     

    “Your Highness, are you alright?” he gave his hand to the Queen, “We must get going, I’m certain Reynard Dalton will send more men behind us when he learns of this friendly encounter..” he forced a wry smile.

     

    Queen Charlotte although terrified, took his hand but as she stood up, her weehole opened unexpectedly for a full second and a hot squirt of piss burst into the folds of her dress. She froze in panic and quickly stood straight, clenching her muscles, stopping herself from wetting her dress any further.

     

    “Is there something wrong, my Queen?” Hamil asked.

     

    “N-no, let’s get going” she breathed.

     

    “We’ll leave for Longford at day break but we’d have to spend the night” Hamil said, “I know an old man who lives a few miles from here, I suppose he’d be generous enough to share his roof with us.”

     

    A glimmer of hope shone in Charlotte’s eyes. Maybe the old man had a chamberpot she could use. Nothing mattered to her now except getting there and relieving herself before she either wet herself or died of an exploded bladder.

     

    Hamil came up behind her and offered his hands as a step so she could climb her horse. Charlotte was truly grateful for his gesture. She was sure she would have lost control of her bladder had she tried to climb it on her own.

     

    Though as they rode on, Charlotte grew truly terrified, she knew that the second she got off her horse she would instantly lose control and soak herself in front of Hamil. As much as it was against everything she stood for, she was profoundly considering dismounting right where she was and running into the woods to relieve herself. But she knew she couldn’t do it. She could never tarnish her own dignity. She’d just have to hold it.

     

    It had grown dark by the time they came upon a tiny isolated cottage attached to a barn, surrounded by tall pines.

     

    Charlotte’s hands were shaking as she held the reins. Oh, she couldn’t wait to piss.

     

    Hamil got down from his garron and held out his hand to help the Queen off her mount. She took his hand and carefully climbed down. The moment her feet touched the ground, she crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch tight. She didn’t care if Hamil saw her like this, at least it was better than wetting herself.

     

    They walked to the entrance and Hamil knocked. The old man, named Bryce, opened the door and looked at them probingly before he recognized Hamil, “Oy! What in God’s name happened to you?” he asked, looking at the soldier’s wounds.

     

    “I’ll tell you everything, first let us in” Hamil spoke.

     

    Charlotte’s heart sank as they walked in, it was a single dark room, illuminated by only the flames rising from the herth, with no prospect of privacy and there was no sign of a chamber pot either, though it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Her hopes were shattered and she felt a drop of piss leak out. She was defeated.

     

    But then it came to her. There was still a ray of hope. If she could make her way into the barn behind the cottage, she would have all the privacy in the world once the old man and Hamil went to sleep. And she could spend the night wetting as much as she wanted.

     

    “Well, both of you gentlemen can sleep here if you want, I’ll make myself comfortable in the barn. It has been a while since I slept on a mound of hay anyway” she forced a smile, crossing her legs.

     

    “Oh no, my lady” old man Bryce said, assuming her to be Hamil’s paramour. “The night grows much colder these days, and I fear you might take a chill if you attempt to sleep outside. You should sleep in here; the hearth will keep you warm. I’ll take the barn though, there isn’t much room in here but I’ve grown accustomed to the cold” he smiled.

     

    Charlotte cried inwardly as the chance of relief slipped out of her fingers.

     

    She held her forehead they sat on the dinner table, her bladder swollen big and hard like a watermelon.

     

    “Is everything alright, m’lady?” Sir Hamil asked, “You look rather distressed.”

     

    “Oh, nothing i-it’s nothing” Charlotte spoke dejectedly as she stared blankly at her venison stew, stirring it with her spoon.

     

    Old man Bryce made his way to the barn after the dinner and Hamil laid a blanket on the ground for him to sleep upon. Charlotte looked at him miserably; she wished he would go sleep in the barn too.

     

    The house had a bed stuffed with straw and not too many lice, and the air smelled of pines but Queen Charlotte cared for none of it. As she sat on the cushioned chair near the hearth, with her hands around her chest, the sheer pressure in her bladder made her body shudder. With her thighs pressed tightly together, she just sat watching the dancing flames and hoping the warmth would lessen her need to piss.

     

    But to her misery, nothing of the sort happened. She was past the point of hiding it any longer. Her bladder felt like it would burst any second, it was stretched so much.
    “Are you alright, my Queen?” Hamil asked when he saw her shivering “…are you cold?”

     

    “N-no, I’m fine…” Charlotte replied, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

     

    Hamil brought a blanket and wrapped it around her, “I hope it’ll make you feel better.”

     

    No it won’t, Charlotte thought but said, “Thank you, Hamil, that’s so kind of you…”

     

    She sat on the chair, shaking back and forth as the pressure grew to an unbearable degree. She dare not lie down on the bed or sleep, for she knew the moment she relaxed her muscles, the flood would erupt out of her. Her bladder was agony, on the point of exploding, swollen so much it was making her look pregnant, and now her urge to wee was so intense, the pressure so great, that she was having to clench herself shut with all her strength all the time, as well as holding her crutch so hard she was shaking. She had never had to make so much effort to hold her piss back, and she could not keep it up for long.

     

    I will not sleep tonight, she thought, though her eyes were heavy with exhaustion. She leaned back on the chair. Eyes closed, she concentrated every ounce of her strength on holding her pee, and just hung on, and hung on, and hung on.

     

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    When she woke, the morning light was seeping in through the window. She looked down and whimpered inwardly as she saw her stomach had grown even bigger than it was last night. She wondered how much her bladder could stretch, how much it could possibly contain before it burst.

     

    Her legs were stiff and cramped and the hearth had long since burned out. How she had held back her waters through the night she would never know.

     

    She looked around but Hamil wasn’t there, he might have woken up early. Charlotte knew then that this was her only chance. If she could make it to the woods, she could relieve herself once and for all.

     

    She stood up from the chair in haste and took quick but tiny steps towards the door. She dare not move her legs much now, or she knew she would lose it.

     

    She pulled the door handle in a hurry but it didn’t budge. Her eyes widened in horror as a long, hot leak suddenly squirted out of her and dampened her drawers, “Oh, no” she sighed as she frantically tugged at the door in desperation a few more times, just to realize, it was bolted from outside.

     

    She stood there, bent double, with her hands buried deep inside her crotch, pushing hard against the front of the dress.
    She had to get out, right now! The pressure and the urgency, had grown to an awful degree and she did not have any reserves of strength left to contain it. She was on the brink of wetting herself, she simply could not hold on to her pee any longer.

     

    She turned around to look for something to pee in, maybe a pot or a bowl. She just didn’t care anymore. She spotted a horn mug kept at the table, and she walked towards it, ready to relieve herself but just as she began to lift up her dress, the door opened.

     

    “My Queen” Hamil said as he walked in.

     

    “Y-Yes..” Charlotte faltered as she released her dress, letting it fall back down over her legs. She felt like killing him right then. Why the hell did he have to stop her now when she was going out of her mind to take a massive piss!

     

    “Bryce said we should stay back for lunch before setting out” Hamil went on, “I think he is right. There is only one inn between here and Longford but it was looted by raiders a fortnight ago. It stands deserted now, we won’t be getting food elsewhere. Best we prepare ourselves for the journey. We’ll be needing provisions…”

     

    Charlotte was not taking much interest in what Hamil was telling her. All she could think about was how terribly she needed to urinate. She'd been holding it for so long!

     

    She was pressing her legs together as hard as she could, and bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, clenching all her holding muscles as hard as she could.

     

    Her honor was at stake, and she was determined to protect it. But then suddenly, another long leak escaped and soaked into her drawers. The Queen didn’t react and forced herself to remain calm, as if nothing had happened. She could never let Hamil know what was going on under her dress.

     

    This trial of strength continued with Charlotte becoming more and more restless and distracted as her desperation reached critical level. She placed a hand on her aching, throbbing bladder as she stood there, listening to what the soldier had to say.

     

    She was beyond desperate now; her entire body shivering with pressure, most of all her legs. She had reached her limit. It was just a very short matter of time before the dam burst.

     

    And then, Charlotte gasped as she began to feel drops of warm pee soak into her drawers all of a sudden. She immediately grabbed her crotch in a desperate attempt to hold on, not even caring if Hamil saw her like that, but it was no use. The piss forcefully penetrated the fabric of her smallclothes and began pouring down onto the wood floor under her feet. The Queen was wetting herself.

     

    “My Queen?” Hamil said in astonishment as the loud sound of splattering water hit his ears and a puddle started to grow from under the Queen’s dress.

     

    “Don’t look!” Charlotte shouted, a hand covering half her face. She stood thunderstruck, panting as she the urine sprayed out of her, spreading warmth as it traveled down her thighs to form a vast puddle on the floor.

     

    Her clothes were soaked through within seconds. She moaned out and held the table for support as relief washed over her body, her legs shaking as the pressure reduced dramatically. The stream kept coming and coming and it felt like it was never going to stop. She couldn’t even breathe properly it felt so good. The relief was so wonderful. She could feel her bladder slowly deflating, sinking back to its normal shape as the piss flowed out of her. Somewhere buried under the feelings of shame and humiliation, she was thankful that her agony had finally come to an end.

     

    At last, when she was finally done, Queen Charlotte , held her forehead in disbelief and inspected the damage on the floor. She could feel her skin burning with embarrassment as she tried to ignore Hamil’s flabbergasted gaze.

     

    “My Queen, you should have said something if you needed to go, how long had you been holding it?”

     

    “That’s none of your concern” Charlotte shot back, “… and if you so much as mention this to the old man, I’ll have your head on a spike. Is that understood?”

     

    “It is, my Queen” Hamil said as he gulped the lump in his throat.

     

    The Queen decreed Hamil to leave before Bryce returned from the woods. She didn’t want him to see her in wet clothes.
    Now that her bladder was deflated, she felt lighter by a thousand pounds. Oh, that feeling was pure bliss. She swiftly climbed atop her horse and rode away beside her guard, never to come back again.

     

    When the old man came back, he was surprised to know that his guests were gone. But what drew his attention more than that was the massive pool that sat on the floor of his cottage. He wondered where all that water had come from? And whose were those wet footsteps that drew towards the door?

     

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    The bell rang. School was over now for all students. The classrooms emptied and closed. Everybody went home, except for Julia. Julia is a brownhaired, little girl with some smooth curves. She has such a perfect body, that all other girls are mean to her. This evening, the girls tied her up in the cupboard of the classroom. That's why, she couldn't get out. So the classroom has been locked by the teacher and suddenly the whole school went quiet.

     

    Julia first screamed for help, but then with time, she realised, it was hopeless. After a while, she felt pressure on her stomach. She only thought "I might have a problem now" but then, when the pressure grew, she had panic. She kicked against the door, and the door sprang out. Now we can see her properly. Her face full of fear of what happens next and her thight jeans.

     

    Then she pressed her legs together, hoping to hold it in a bit longer. She double-crossed her legs, tried to come free, but it didn't work. Then she began to cry. Big tears rolled down her face onto her breasts, and she said: "Why me, why me. And why do I need to pee!" She pulled at the ropes and triednto come free, but with that, she leaked a bit of pee in her jeans. She cried more. Julia pressed her legs extremly together and was breathing hardly when she couldn't hold it in anymore and all her pee gushed in her jeans. It won't stop! The warm pee runns down at the back of her jeans into her shoes. She cried and cried and cried.

     

    After it was over, she suddenly came free and she looked down on her. The whole back completely soaked, her Converse shoes full of pee and trying to realise what happend. After a while, the door of the classroom opened and her younger sister came in and took her home.

     

     

    This was Chapter One. I am new here and this is my first post here. If you have a problem with my grammatic, I am still improving.

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    Jane drives home in her pee soaked diaper. Her bladder had been so full. She remembers the challenge she put herself through today. No using the toilet! Jane sighs as she pulls into her garage.
    She walks in her home and goes to change. Jane keeps her shirt on, but takes her jeans off. She slides off her heavy pee filled diaper and throws it away. Jane changes into a small pink thong, which disappears into her asscheeks, and a denim skirt that falls around mid thigh. The fabric of the thong slides gently across her anus. She pulls it up a little higher stretching the thong.
    She looks outside after cleaning up and notices the sky is darkening like before a storm. I guess I'll be staying in this afternoon Jane thought going back to her living room. She sat and thought what else she could do and not use the toilet. Jane couldn't use the shower. "That would be cheating" she smirks.
    Jane pushes the thought aside, and decides to eat lunch. Her lunch is a large ham sandwich, a pear, cranberry juice, some chips, and a chocolate bar for dessert. Feeling quite full, Jane licks her lips as she finishes her meal.
    After an hour or so, Jane decides to go down to her basement to watch some TV. Jane plops down on her comfy sofa. She feels her bladder begin to fill once again, and her stomach slightly rumbles from her lunch. Jane shifts her position as she tries to think of another option besides going outdoors to relieve herself. She switches channels to find something to distract her mind. Her bladder is becoming more and more of an issue as time passes. Jane wiggles in around in her seat.
    Jane worries that she won't think of something in time. Her legs are crossing back and forth to control her desperate situation. She looks around the basement for something to help her. Jane gets up and rummages through her things.
    Her bladder is tired from this mornings adventure, and is swollen. Jane gasps in agony as she looks faster. She clenches her pussy with a hand while bouncing on her feel. A moan escapes as Jane searches for something. A trickle of warm pee dampens her thong. Jane whimpers in agony. Finally she spots something. A plastic gallon bucket!!
    Jane quickly moves it to where she can squat over it. More pee escapes. Jane can't hold it anymore as her bladder contracts squirting her pee through her panties and splattering into the bucket. Jane sighs in relief. Her bladder is once again empty. The pee soaked her thong and her skirt.
    Jane waddles upstairs to empty her pee in the sink and change. She takes off her skirt and thong and makes up her mind to just not wear anything to cover her bottom. Jane continues to watch TV for the next few hours. Her stomach is now gurgling and rumbling.
    Her bowels are in protest from her lunch. Jane shifts in her seat feeling her bare butt wiggle against the soft sofa. Another rumble escapes and Jane lets a few pre poop farts out. "I am getting quite the urge to shit. I can't use the toilet... Maybe I could do something to help it in for the time being?" Jane ponders.
    Jane walks back upstairs carefully. She goes to the bathroom and grabs a wad of toilet paper. Then Jane folds it up and fits it in between her asscheeks keeping it snug against her anus. She clinches her cheeks together. This helps her to hold in her load a little longer.
    Jane walks back down to her basement feeling a little desperate to go. Jane farts again in the sofa and her bowels begin to shift again searching for to a way out. She lets out a warm fart escape as she leans over to change the channel. Her situation is becoming really uncomfortable. Jane uses her finger to shove the toilet paper back against her anus. Her bowels are full and Jane won't have much time to relieve herself. "I must think fast... Where can I go?" Jane whines.
    She wiggles in her seat thinking of options on where to poop. Jane could go grab another diaper, but she is saving those for another day. Another cramp hits her bowels and her load shifts down pushing against her anus.
    Jane moans is desperation. Squeezing her asscheeks together and forcing the toilet paper to stop her poop from escaping. Jane decides to go upstairs to the kitchen to find something fast since she left the bucket upstairs.
    Jane carefully stands up and begins walking up the stairs. She felt her anus give out and her poop emerges against the toilet paper. She gasps and tries stopping it. She grabs the railing and squeezes her butt together. Jane's bowels gurgle and her load pushes the toilet paper out falling to the stairs.
    Jane whimpers, "I can't hold it anymore, oh my god I'm going! Uh it's coming... Mmmmmph no!" As her poop emerges and slithers out or her ass. A long thick load falls to the stairs as Jane is frozen is shock. Another follows plopping to the stairs. Jane breaks her trance and halts any further poop from escaping.
    Jane looks down and sighs in disappointment. She almost made it too Jane thought.

  9. Chelsea was lucky to find a checkout had just opened with no queue which she was glad of as the last thing she wanted was to stand there with a load of strangers seeing what she was buying.
    The store clerk was a young girl who looked as if she had only just started the job. Her nametag showed her name was Chloe. She tried scanning the package a few times but it was not registering. She told Chelsea to hang on while she called someone to do a price check.
    The girl then made an announcement over the tannoy "I need someone to do a price check on a pack of premium brand medium adult diapers".
    This announcement made Chelsea blush as she expected people to start looking at her but as she looked around she noticed no one was paying attention.
    A few minutes passed of Chelsea making small talk with the store clerk, she was glad the girl hadn't asked her about the diapers.
    During this time Chelsea started to feel quite a desperate need to pee which she wasn't particularly worried about as she had a diaper on.
    Although she did still like to think that she woulld have enough control to make it to the toilet.
    By now a queue had formed behind her. Someone finally came over to the till to confirm the price "Hi Chloe, the price of that bag of adult diapers is $25". "Ok thanks" replied the clerk.
    Chelsea quickly payed for the package, stuffed it into her bag and headed over to the customer restroom, she found the only one unoccupied was the disabled toilet. Once in there Chelsea pulled down her sweatpants and put her hand on the tabs of the diaper ready to untape it so she could use the toilet. Suddenly she felt her bladder give out and her diaper began to fill up. This left Chelsea feeling dissapointed that she couldn't hold on even for just a couple of minutes.
    She then ripped the new bag of diapers open and got one out ready. She then untaped her wet diaper, rolled it up and put it in the trash can. After a few minutes of fiddling around Chelsea managed to securely tape her fresh diaper in place. Chelsea then got dressed and left for the bus stop. While walking she noticed that her new diaper felt more bulky and she could even hear herself rustle slightly as she walked along. This made her think that maybe she would be better off only wearing these diapers at night or when she wasn't at school. She knew she still had enough of the other diapers left to last her a few days at school.
    The bus trip home was unevetful which she was glad of following the slightly embarrasing shopping trip. Chelsea really despised having to go out and buy herself diapers, it made her feel like such a baby. She imagined in the future when she has her own child, she would be buying two packs of diapers at a time, one for the baby, and one for her. This thought made her feel quite sad.

     

    When she got home Tina, Mum and Dad were all home and were just about to sit up to the table for supper. Chelsea headed up to her room to quickly hide her package of diapers before joining the rest of the family at the table.
    Tina had managed to put some diuretics into Chelsea's glass of water just before everyone had sat down to eat.
    Everyone sat and chatted about how their days had been, as Tina sat opposite Chelsea watching on as Chelsea gulped down her glass of water. Tina knew this would continue to keep Chelsea needing daytime diapers for the next day or two at least. Lilttle did Chelsea know she had just drank a glass of what was effectively "incontinence medication"
    After everyone had finished eating Tina observed as Chelsea stood up and walked away from the table. She noticed a slight crinkle as she stood up but that was it. There was something that satisfied Tina about how she had made Chelsea need to wear diapers during the day as well as for her bedwetting problem. It made her feel like she'd got one over on Chelsea for all the years she had been mean to her whenever the chance arose.Tina wondered if mom and dad had any idea that their eldest daughter still needed diapers. She wondered what their reaction to it would be if they found out Chelsea's secret. Tina thought about whether to tell mom about Chelsea's bedwetting, but decided for now not to say anything.

     

    On Sunday Tina met up with a few of her friends at the mall to do some clothes shopping. Whilst they were there they discussed what the situation was regarding Chelsea. Tina explained that she had been adding the diuretics to Chelsea's drinks regularly as planned and she was fairly sure that she was currently wearing diapers during the day. The girls chuckled as they couldn't believe that Tina had managed to reduce her older sister to wearing adult diapers during the day. This was also exactly what the girls wanted to hear. There was something about the idea of humiliating a popular girl two grades above them that they were really looking forward to. They all knew how mean Chelsea had been on occassions to Tina over the years.

     

    On Monday morning Chelsea and Tina were dropped off at school by mom. They both headed off to their separate classes to start their days.
    Once in class Chelsea checked through her timetable for the day. She had maths, science and then after lunch she had physical education. This used to be Chelsea's favorite lesson, but she wasn't so keen now that she would need to wear a diaper under her tight gym shorts.
    The morning lessons went by without issue. Chelsea managed to get through to the end of lunchtime without any accidents or even feeling the need to pee yet. She headed to her physical education class where everyone was told to gather in the sports hall before getting changed. Once seated she noticed her sister's grade were sat at the other end of the sports hall.
    The teacher, Miss White then came in and announced that today was the day that the 12th graders would be playing their annual basketball match against the 10th graders. She then announced the starting team which included Chelsea's name.
    The class were then told to quickly go and get changed and meet back in the sports hall. Chelsea made her way to the changing rooms and was luckily able to get one of the stalls to get changed in. She got in the stall, locking it behind her. Chelsea slowly pulled her pants off trying not to make much noise. She then pulled on her shorts which were a fairly tight fit over her diaper, on observing in the mirror she pulled her shirt down and felt satisfied that her diaper was hidden.
    She got back to the sports hall where the teacher advised on tactics and which positions everyone would be playing in.
    After a short practice everyone lined up ready for the game to get underway. Chelsea observed the opposition team and noticed Tina was playing.
    As the game got going it became quite intense. Chelsea's team took an early lead which the 10th graders weren't happy about. There were a couple of altercations between the two teams but the 12th graders weren't going to back down to people younger than them.
    Chelsea went in strongly to win a loose ball, smashing someone else to the ground in the process. Chelsea soon realised the girl she had smashed to the ground was Tina who didn't look very happy. Tina was really angry and soon realised it was Chelsea who had smashed her to the floor. Although Tina and her friends had a plan to humiliate Chelsea sometime in the next few days, Tina was boiling up inside and just couldn't hold back from saying something.
    As Tina got up she shouted out something that absolutely horrified Chelsea "What the fuck are you doing you stupid bedwetting diaper wearing bitch" Chelsea's heart sank as she tried desperately to deny it. Everyone initially started laughing but the sports hall soon became very quiet "What the hell are you on about Tina that's a complete lie" "It's true everyone my 18 year old sister still wears diapers cos she pees herself like a little baby". One of Chelsea's friends butted in "Tina why the hell would you make something like that up about your sister that's really really mean" "I'm not making it up she wears a diaper to bed every night and she's probably wearing a diaper right now, i'll prove it". With that Tina ran towards Chelsea and Chelsea started running away from her across the sports hall determined not to let Tina catch her.

     

    After no more than a few seconds Tina had caught up with Chelsea. She punched Chelsea in the face a couple of times which knocked her to the floor. Tina then managed to completely overpower her older sister by pinning her to the ground and sitting on her back making it impossible for Chelsea to move. As everyone crowded around Tina wasted no time in yanking off her sister's short's revealing exactly what she had expected, wrapped around Chelsea's perfect butt was a thick, white and crinkly disposable diaper.
    The whole sports hall erupted into laughter as people couldn't believe they were looking at a gorgeous 18 year old girl who had been beaten up by her 15 year old sister and was wearing an adult diaper. People began taking out their phones to record everything and snap pictures. "I told you look she's just a big diaper wearing baby". With this Chelsea burst into tears as she was helplessly pinned down by her younger sister. She tried desperately to get up but Tina wouldn't budge.
    This was all too much for Chelsea and she felt her bladder give out. Tina soon noticed the back of the diaper begin to turn yellow. "Well well it looks like the baby's just filled her diaper" shouted Tina as she squeezed and swatted Chelsea's diapered behind "eeewww that's disgusting she actually just pissed herself look the diaper's turned yellow what a fucking baby" shouted one girl.
    Chelsea was absolutely crying her eyes out. She couldn't believe she was lying there with her wet diapered butt exposed to her whole year group having just been beaten up by her younger sister. She was mortified that the whole school now knew her secret.
    Miss White had by now managed to push through the crowd of students. She was furious with Tina as she pulled her off Chelsea and told the other teacher Mrs Lewis to take her straight to the principal's office.
    Miss White tried to console Chelsea about what had happened but Chelsea just wanted to get her diaper covered up and get out of there. Chelsea got herself to her feet, with tears running down her cheeks she looked for her shorts. Someone had taken them so she knew she would just have to get to the changing rooms with her diaper still on full view to everyone.
    She just ran through the crowd with her wet diaper sagging below her shirt for everyone to see. People were still in histerics as they watched the 18 year old run, looking like a toddler as her full diaper pushed her legs apart. She ran out of the sports hall and down the hallway to the changing rooms passing a few stunned students as she went. She quickly got dressed, picked up her bag and ran out of the school and went home.

     

    When Chelsea got home she went straight to her room and lied on her bed crying.

     

    In the meantime Tina was being dealt with by the principal, Mr Jenkins, he saw this as a very serious matter and decided to call in their mom. Mom had to leave work to go in to the school. Once she had arrived Mr Jenkins sat with Tina and mom to discuss what had happened. He explained that Tina had punched Chelsea to the ground before publicly humiliating her by restraining her, pulling off her shorts and exposing her diaper to everyone in the sports hall. Mom broke down in tears "What do you mean diaper ?, Chelsea hasn't worn diapers since she was 3", "I'm afraid it's true she has obviously been hiding this problem from you" Mom couldn't believe she was hearing that her eldest daughter was back in diapers. She was also extremely upset to hear her daughters had been fighting. She then looked directly at Tina and told her she was utterly dissappointed with her for humiliating her sister like this. "If your sister is going through a problem like this you should be supporting her, not attacking her and letting her secret be known to the whole school" Tina's response to this upset mom even further "Well it's not my fault that i've got a diaper wearing bitch for an older sister, the time's she's been mean to me she deserved this". Mom was now crying more than before.

     

    Mr Jenkins then stepped in "Well Tina, considering the severity of what you've done to your sister, the fact that you've hit her, put her through so much embarrassment and have shown no remorse for it, I have little choice but to suspend you with immediate effect".

     

    Soon after, when Mom had calmed down, Mom and Tina left the school, they got in the car and headed home. On the way home Mom told Tina that she was being grounded for this for the next two months, but if she apologised to Chelsea for what she had done then she would only be grounded for a month. Tina agreed that she would apologise to her sister.

     

    Upon arriving home Mom went upstairs to find a sobbing Chelsea lying on her bed.
    Chelsea gave Mom a big hug as she cried in her arms. "I take it you know then Mom" asked Chelsea "Yes darling Mr Jenkins has told me about everything that happened, I had no idea you were having any problems like that or I would have done all I could to help. What Tina did was extremely mean and she is being punished for it". "I can't believe the whole school know I don't think I can ever face going back there" "Well it's a bit soon to be making a decision like that but I can understand how you feel right now. Look sweetie, don't worry about going to school for the rest of week and i'll book you an appointment at the doctor's tomorrow to try and get to the bottom of what's been happening" "No Mom please don't I really don't want the doctor knowing about this" "Chelsea if you want to stop needing to wear those ummm... things then it's your only option, it's not up for debate". With that Mom went back downstairs leaving Chelsea to have a bit of space until she calmed down.
    Mom gave Tina strict instructions to stay away from her sister until she was told otherwise.
    By the evening Mom went up to check on Chelsea. She was lying face down on her bed but didn't appear to be sobbing. As she approached the bed she could see a definite bulge of what she knew was her daughter's diaper. She wondered if Chesea needed a diaper change. Mom asked if she could bring Tina up to apologise for what she had done. Chelsea said that she didn't really want to see her but if she insisted then to just get it over with.

     

    Mom called Tina up to Chelsea's bedroom. Chelsea looked at Tina with tears in her eyes and spoke "how could you do that to me Tina" "I'm so so sorry I let the whole school know that you still have wear diapers cos you can't stop wetting yourself like a baby" replied Tina in a sarcastic tone
    Chelsea was absolutely furious, she jumped up off her bed and flew at Tina pushing her to the ground. The two sisters rolled around hitting each other and pulling each others hair whilst grappled together. Mom was screaming at them to stop but they both continued to fight. Both of them managed to get a few hits in each before Tina eventually managed to get on top of Chelsea and have her sort of pinned down like she had done at school. Chelsea's joggers had slightly come down and Tina could clearly see the top of Chelsea's diaper. She took the opportunity and yanked Chelsea's joggers right down around her ankles . Mom stood there in shock. She couldn't believe what she was looking at. Her beautiful 18 year old adult daughter who was old enough to get married wearing a thick diaper.

     

    "Look Mom she's just a big diaper wearing cry baby" shouted Tina as she continued to pin the now crying Chelsea to the floor.
    Chelsea soon managed to push Tina off of her. Mom angrily shouted at Tina to get out which she did. Chelsea pulled her joggers back up to cover her diaper. Mom then gave her sobbing daughter a long hug and told her that everything would be alright and not to worry about Tina.

     

    Chelsea skipped supper and just stayed in her room on her bed. She woke up realising she must have dozed off and saw it was now 11pm. She sat up and turned her bedside light on. Chelsea put her hand down to feel her diaper, it was wet.

     

    She brought herself to look at her phone where she had some texts and missed calls from some of her close friends. One text read "I'm so sorry Chels can't believe what happened at school today, hope you're okay. Ring me when you feel like talking. Love you loads.

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    When I opened my eyes all I could see was darkness. The air was muggy and stale. My arms ached from being pulled too tightly backward, around the metal pole with a rough rope that was now cutting into my wrists. I sat there on the 3 legged stool slowly regaining consciousness, contemplating how the hell I was going to get out of here. I knew where I was, I knew all too well infact. It had always been a possibility that she might find me, I knew she was crazy, I just never thought she'd go through with it. It's just my luck as well that finding myself in this compromising position I'd need to pee.

     

    I heard footsteps decending the stairs, suddenly the lights flickered on and I saw her standing there wearing all black. She approached me quickly and as I tried to speak she shoved a rag in my mouth. She looked angry, but it didn't take long for her stoney expression to turn into one more menacing. She circled behind me, pausing for a moment and came back into eye shot standing directly infant of me, leaning in so her face was level with mine- "I've finally got you, I always told you I would" she said "If you just obey my every word I will let you go in due time". That's when I saw the bottle of water. "You're going to drink up like a good little boy" she told me tracing a delicate line with her finger down the centre of my bare chest, pausing for a moment over my swollen bladder before continuing down over my crotch to where the seem of my jeans begun. She took the rag out of my mouth and I immediately called out but her fist bore down on my swollen abdomen fast, nearly causing me to lose control and forcing my mouth open wide enough for shove the bottle in. I had no choice but to swallow.

     

    I lost track of time but after a while had past my desperation grew dangerously, and she knew it. The last thing I wanted was to give her the satisfaction of humiliating me, I would hold on, I COULD hold on! It would seem she had other plans. She approached me again, gently, running her nails softly over my bladder. I squirmed - "awwww....does the little boy have to pee pee?" her gentle fingers suddenly turned into a flat palm pushing on my middle, crippling me in pain as she laughed. Her hand eased off and began drifting south, her touch once again became soft, opening the top button of my jeans and relieving some of the pressure. She ran her hand along the crotch of my jeans, quickly finding my tip, I hardened. "Well, well well", I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take, I started to come to terms with the fact that it was becoming a strong possibility that I would piss myself...and soon if something didn't let up. She senesced my discomfort and embarrassment, with a sinister smile and looking straight into my eyes, she slid her hand into my jean and grabbed my penis. I clenched my teeth, her cold hand nearly made me lose a drop. "Don't you dare piss! You don't get to piss unless I say, you don't even want to know what will happen to that cock of yours if you do!" I clenched my teeth as she circled my peephole with her index finger. I was about to burst! She took my penis into her mouth slowly and the rush of warmth and sensation drove me crazy I began to squirm trying to force my thighs together, to regain some control, I wished that I could just reach out, even for a minute and squeeze myself, anything to relieve some of the agony!

     

    She continued. With my penis and my bladder so hard I could feel even the slightest texture of her tongue. She forced down on my bladder again nearly tempting me to let go...she was using all of her strength. I held on with everything I had, my face red with concentration. She released my penis from her mouth just in time for the first drop to come out. I couldn't hold back any longer and an explosion of piss erupted from my hard cock into the air and onto the floor. I couldn't believe the intense feeling of relief! She stared at me with another stoney expression, I didn't know what to expect "I told you not to do it....HA just you wait and see what I have in store for you now..."

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    Beast Boy sighed in boredom. It had been ages since he and the others had left for this mission. He looked at the others. Starfire, as perky and hopeful as ever, Raven, with her hood pulled over her head, Cyborg, with his sonic cannon charged and ready in case for an ambush, and Robin, determined, but also.... jumpy? Beast Boy shrugged it off as nothing and started walking faster, catching a quick glimpse of Robin's face, which was slightly tinted red.

     

    Beast Boy looked closer at their leader's stiff walk, he noticed that Robin had one hand between his legs, while the other hand was rubbing his upper arm. Beast Boy raised an eyebrow, not once seeing Robin ever needing to pee. Never once on missions did Robin show any signs of needing to go, normally, it was Beast Boy that was in the desperate situations, which is how he knew all the signs.

     

    "Hey, Robin, something wrong?" he whispered, walking closer. Robin quickly resumed a normal stance, "No, why do you wanna know?" Beast Boy shrugged, "Oh, I don't know, maybe because you look like you're in a dire need of a bathroom." Robin blushed, "No way, and even if I did, I couldn't do anything about it," he said as he walked away from Beast Boy.

     

    "Come on, dude, you can't lie to me, I know all the signs," Beast Boy said, catching up to Robin. "Beast Boy, since when was it your business to know- agghhhhhh!" Robin growled, pressing his legs together tightly, and forcing his hands to his sides. "Ahhh...." he moaned, his face turning a bright red, he took in a couple of deep breaths, then settled down. Beast Boy smirked, "Now we know for sure."

     

    "Beast Boy, I'm telling you, I'm fine," Robin insisted, "Dude, face it, you can't lie to yourself, and you can't lie to me," Beast Boy said, his face suddenly serious. Robin opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, Beast Boy was right. "Fine.... what do you suggest I do?" Robin finally asked. "Right now, there's not much you can do, unless you can hold it for longer," Beast Boy replied, "I can hold it, but not for much longer."

     

    Robin wrapped his cape around himself with one hand, then shoved the other between his legs. The two of them walked quickly to catch up to the others, lagging behind slightly. Robin glanced over to Beast Boy, then nudged his arm to grab his attention, "Hey, what do you normally do during these situations?" Beast Boy thought for a second, "Well, I'm normally not so secretive about it, that and I can just turn into an animal and go if I have to that badly, what about you?"

     

    "Well... Uhhh... I normally try to avoid t-these situations... ya know? But I didn't have time to use the bathroom b-before we left...." Robin replied, "We left almost an hour ago, how do you need to go so bad already?" Robin grinned sheepishly, "I drank a lot of coffee to keep myself awake because I didn't get much sleep last night." Beast Boy chuckled, "How much coffee?"

     

    "A lot," Robin rubbed his head, "I need to cut down on how much I drink." Beast Boy laughed quietly, but then stopped upon seeing Robin turn his head away, embarrassed. "Sorry for laughing, dude, and don't worry," "Uhhh... I wouldn't say that," Robin said, lifting his cape slightly, revealing a dark spot on his front.

     

    "Oh boy," Beast Boy said, "Yeah, and that's only the start... oooh... I have to go so bad...." Robin bounced slightly where he stood. "Just hold on for a little longer," Beast Boy said, before dragging Robin to a darker room like area. "Why are we in here?" Robin asked, "It's dark in here, I can't see you, and the others can't see us, you can go in here."

     

    Robin didn't know whether to thank Beast Boy, or to groan in distaste, "I can't just.... let loose... in here..." he moaned, "But then again... I'm gonna have an accident if I don't..." Robin sighed, he started to say something, but gasped as his front suddenly grew warm and wet. He pressed his hands tightly against his midsection, but he couldn't stop the ocean from pouring out, so he quickly pulled down the front of his leggings and let the rest flow freely onto the ground.

     

    "Uhhh... ummm...... ahhhhhhh....." he sighed. The stream had left a noticeable dark spot on his front, but he could hide it with his cape. For now he just stood silently as relief washed through his body. After he finished, he walked back to the others. Beast Boy was already there, the green changeling greeting Robin. "Feel better?"

     

    "I will once we get back home so I can change," Robin replied.

     

    (Not my best work, but ehh. I have gotten into a bit of a Teen Titans phase recently, so I decided to write this XD. I do not own the Teen Titans.)

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